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Which begs the question: Why aren’t they together?
Soon I forget my question, their names, my whole life as I get the pounding of a lifetime.
Carter is the biggest I’ve had. He reaches so far inside me, rubbing against my prostate, that the only thing stopping me from shouting off the top of my voice is Everett’s dick.
I look at Everett who’s staring at Carter, and Carter is staring at Everett. I would feel like a third wheel if I wasn’t so full and horny.
And then they switch, Everett’s dick stretches my hole even more, while Carter’s chokes me with every stroke.
This time while they’re fucking me, they lean over me and kiss each other, pounding me harder and faster.
I lay there watching them, looking so hot together, connected to me, and I stroke myself.
As soon as I do, Everett grabs my wrist and stops me.
“No jerking off,” he grumbles. “What do you think we’re here for?”
He thrusts my hand away, and I lift it to run it along Everett’s bushy torso, using my other hand to do the same with Carter.
I squeeze Everett’s nipples between my fingers, and it makes him groan.
Then, all of a sudden, without warning, he pulls out, slips the condom off and sits on my crotch, stroking himself fast, and moaning loud.
His seed spills all over my chest, and he keeps pumping even when he’s spilled everything. And then Carter pulls away from my mouth and does the same.
“You guys are—”
I don’t really get a chance to praise them because they both drop to the floor and start stroking and licking my cock.
Just watching them side by side, at the mercy of my dick, a daddy bear with the most smoldering look I’ve ever seen and the sexiest chiseled Adonis I’ve ever had the pleasure of hooking up with, I can’t help but hope this isn’t the last time we’re doing this.
Yes, I know they’re only looking for a no-strings-attached fun night, but no one said we can’t have more fun nights together.
They take turns sucking me off, and then Everett makes me cum on my chest, too, and I’m completely worn out.
I hope they don’t mind if I spend the night. I’m sure I’ll be up for round two at some point in the next couple of hours.
But they’re not done with me. They kiss with my spent dick between their lips, sucking me clean, and then they wipe our mixed cum off my chest.
And they finish it all off with a three-way kiss.
Did I say a couple of hours? I’m ready for another round now.
“Bathroom is over that way,” Carter says, standing up straight and stroking his spent cock a few times before finding his sweats and putting them on. His face changes, too, going from the horny and needy guy that was inside me only moments ago, to a casual, nonchalant guy who sits back on his couch sipping his beer.
He reminds me of the “straight” guys I’ve slept with who pretend like they didn’t just fuck a non-binary person with a dick #NoHomo style.
“I’m okay,” I say.
Everett is still perched on the floor by my dick and offers me a smile before he reaches for my underwear and puts them back on me, making sure to tuck my soft cock gently inside.
“Feel free to go at any time. Don’t feel pressured to say goodbye or anything,” Carter says and retreats to a room, closing the door behind him.
Well, so much for round two.
“This was fun,” I say. “I-I’d be up for more, if you guys are.”
Everett looks at me from the floor and nods.
