Page 52 of Ours
“Fuck, dude. You’re turning that hole out.” Nic was watching intently, far more interested than he would let himself believe. He loved watching Cory’s hole stretch and pull like that. Just like a wrecked pussy.
Taylor said nothing, just smiled and continued his steady fucking. He kept a leisurely pace, never removing more than half of his cock from Cory to ensure he would be adequately stretched. Before long, Cory was pushing back to meet his thrusts, his noises of pain replaced with whimpers and moans of pleasure. He knew he was going to besosore tomorrow, but holy shit this felt so good. It was like Taylor’s cock was so thick itwas impossible for it tonothit his prostate with every thrust. His cock was leaking precum onto the locker room floor, still mostly soft as he was milked.
“There we go.” Taylor looked like a wolf who had just caught his prey. “Told ya. Just needed to get used to it.”
Derek and Nic continued to watch, fascinated, as Taylor fucked their best friend and boy in the middle of the locker room. Cory was enthusiastically throwing his ass back for Taylor, all the while happily sucking on the jock in his mouth. Suddenly, Cory’s eyes opened wide, and one of his hands flew down to his soft but leaking cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Cory turned to Derek and Nic. “Sirs… I’m gonna…”
Cory turned red, unable or unwilling to finish his sentence. It only took a second before what was happening clicked for Derek.
“Oh! He’s gonna squirt again.” He turned to Nic. “Like he did at that one night at the cabin.”
“Oh, shit.” Nic’s face lit up. “Yougottasee this.”
“Wait, really?” Now Taylor had turned to talk to them, his voice both fascinated and incredulous as he continued to fuck forward. “You mean, like a girl? Is that even a thing?”
“Yes, sir, it’s a thing,” Cory gritted. “Oh, fuck—” Cory felt his muscles start to tense as another orgasm washed over him, still doing his best to hold back his bladder.
Taylor slowed his fucking, the look on his face telling the others that the gears were turning as he thought of something.
“Okay, boy…” He stopped fucking entirely and pulled Cory up from the bench, his back flush to Taylor’s stomach. “Hold on, I’ve got an idea.”
“Hold on to whaAHHH!” Cory yelped as Taylor wrapped his arms around Cory’s chest and waist and held him tightly to his own chest and stomach before he stood up, cock still fully embedded within Cory’s ass.
Cory lost hold of the jock as he scrambled to hold onto Taylor’s arms as he was half-carried, half-walked across the locker room. With every step, Taylor’s cock would flex inside of him, pulling even more moans and yelps from Cory. Barely coherent, Cory could see that Taylor was moving them into the showers, Derek and Nic following.
Taylor very carefully walked across to the wall of showers, finding a clear spot along the wall where he helped Cory to stand, hands against the wall to hold himself up. Then without anything further, he resumed fucking as if he hadn’t just walked around with a boy impaled on his dick.
“Here we go.” Taylor had his hands gripping Cory’s hips, holding him in place. “Don’t worry, boy. Just let it fly.”
It didn’t take long before Cory was once again feeling the pressure building. Thankful for the change in location, Cory leaned against the wall, biting his own wrist when he nearly screamed as another anal orgasm tore through him. Unable to hold back now even if he wanted to, Cory felt as a stream of nearly clear piss shot out of his cock against the shower wall.
“Holy fuck, you weren’t lying.” Taylor watched as Cory lost control. “That is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
Taylor continued to fuck Cory there against the shower wall, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of him. Beet red, Cory could only close his eyes and focus on keeping his hole relaxed, still feeling embarrassed despite how turned on it seemed to make everyone else. Had he opened his eyes and looked behind him, he would have seen both Derek and Nic were now furiously jacking their cocks.
By the sixth time Cory squirted, he could no longer think straight. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and feeling more overstimulated than he thought possible.Oh god, here comes another nnnNNGGghh—!This is it. This is how Idie. They’re going to put in my obituary that I was fucked to death.
Lucky enough for Cory, Taylor was fast approaching his own orgasm. Each time he made Cory cum, his hole would squeeze and milk his cock. That, combined with the feeling of cockiness that all tops feel when they make a bottom-bitch cum, was more than enough to push him over the edge. He could feel Cory’s hole begin to stir again, and Taylor wondered if he’d be able to bring him over the edge again before he was finished.
Taylor didn’t announce his orgasm like the others—he thought it was pretty obvious when he was going to cum. His breathing grew heavier and his thrusts actually slowed down, returning to their earlier slow and steady pace. After only a few more moments, he pushed his cock inside of Cory to the hilt and held it there. Then he quickly pulled back a couple of inches before plunging it right back in as the second shot fired. He continued to pump like that with each of the next five shots.
“Please… Sir…” Cory felt Taylor as he started to unload, deeper than ever before. He was so close to cumming again. “Just need a little more…”
More than happy to oblige, Taylor delivered a few more shallow thrusts into Cory, feeling as even more cum—now including his own—leaked out of Cory’s still-stretched hole. Cory was gripping one of his arms tightly, his other hand holding him up against the wall, a look of determination on his face. With a loud grunt, Cory’s cock once again sprayed against the wall, his hole cumming as it was wrapped around Taylor’s dick one final time.
“Fuck…” Cory mumbled, head flopping forward to the wall.
Too exhausted to continue holding himself up, Cory nearly lost his balance. Luckily, he was still attached to Taylor, who once again pulled him back to steady him, his large hand nearly dwarfing Cory’s as they rested against the wall.
Taylor continued holding onto the exhausted boy as he caught his breath, eventually turning them both around so he could lean against the wall. He ever-tenderly pulled his cock from Cory, who despite his efforts could only hiss and whimper as all the rough fucking started catching up to him. Cory lowered himself to the floor, taking extra care with his sore and bruised ass.
“Fuck, hold still, boy.”
Cory opened his eyes to see both Derek and Nic standing over him, both furiously jacking their cocks aimed at his face. Thinking they both wanted a blowjob, Cory opened his mouth to take one in but was stopped, held in place by Taylor.
“Nah, they want to mark you,” the blonde informed him. “You just sit there and keep that mouth open.”
