Tell Len you want to eat his ass while he fills up Tristan.

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Current revision as of 18:56, 2 April 2014

"Please!" you can barely gather the breath around Len's piston-fucking of your ass, "I can't..! It's too much!" Beside you, you hear Tristan whimper again, but you can't help it - your ass is just too sore from Len's abuse!

"Alright, you fuckin' pussy boy, get behind me!" Len growls, and he pulls himself out of your ass once again. You gasp, and his hands bite painfully into your waist pulling you off the couch and pushing you backwards. You end up crouched between Len's thick legs, wrapping your hands around his beefy thighs and burying your face between the big man's hairy ass cheeks. The moment you lick at his home with your tongue, one of his big hands pushes at the back of your head, and you feel yourself pressed tight into his musky hole. He tastes sweaty, and you struggle to catch some air between thick swipes of your tongue.

"Oh fuck yeah, eat that ass, you fuckin' pussy!" he says. Then he leans forward and jackhammers right into your friend, ramming his cruel curved dick into Tristan's hole with a series of thrusts that leaves Tristan letting out one, long, ongoing cry until he gutters, out of breath. Len's hand, though, never stops shoving your face against his ass and you lick and slurp, drilling your tongue into his pucker.

"Get ready you little fuck," Len snarls, ramming home harder and harder. You press yourself harder against Len's sweaty ass, slurping and licking and drilling - your dick is rock hard, but you've not got even a moment to jerk off. A few thrusts later, Len bellows, and you feel him lean forward and plant his cock deep inside your friend. His ass clenches down on you for a moment, then releases.

"There you go, boy," the stud laughs. "No returning that gift." Then, with no fanfare, he pulls out of Tristan's ass and shoves you back hard. You fall back onto your ass, and Tristan tips sideways onto the couch, rolling onto his side.

"My ass is nice and clean, birthday boy," Len says, gripping his spunk-covered dick, "but this needs cleaning." He smacks his dick across the side of your face, and you feel the hot spunk hit your skin. You bow for a moment, then lift yourself onto your knees - your dick is rock hard - and you starts to swallow Len's thick, spunk-covered dick. You grip your own dick and jerk off while Len looms over you and force-feeds you his sticky cock. The taste of spunk and sweat is heady, and you feel yourself tip over the edge, your balls unloading what feels like the biggest spray you've ever had, and lean back against the couch, exhausted. Len just leans forward, shoving his cock harder into your face, and you slurp and wipe your tongue up and down his shaft, around his head, cleaning the hot spunk from his meat.

A few minutes later, Len pulls his now-clean dick from your mouth and looks at Tristan. When Tristan rises, Len gives him a shove on the chest, knocking him back onto the couch. Tristan stays put - but you notice the cum leaking from his ass and onto the couch.

"Get dressed," he says to you, and you rise and obey even though your ass is still so sore. It feels like you've been fucked inside out. Len tugs on his own clothes languidly, barely seeming to be tired at all, though he's sweaty and the scent of the stocky stud is palpable in the room. He looks at Tristan.

"I know where you live," he says. "You want more, you let him know."

Tristan just nods, glassy eyed and stunned.

Len wraps one heavy arm around your shoulder and leads you out of Tristan's house, back to his truck.

"Gotta say, boy - thought you'd wanted that birthday present for yourself. Didn't take you for one who wanted to watch it happen to someone else. I guess it's still a birthday you'll remember." He smiles. "You gonna let me take a turn on you again, soon?"

You nod, not trusting yourself to breathe.

He laughs. "Good. Not often I find a couple of pretty boys who want some dirty cum rammed home right."

You get in the truck, his words echoing in your head. "What?"

He looks at you, amused. "I knocked him up, boy."

You shake your head.

He laughs. "Jesus, boy. Don't you know the lingo you were using? You asked for a gift. You took my dick raw..." He laughs, shaking his head. "Like I said, that's one gift he don't get to return." He sees you have no idea what he's talking about, and laughs harder. "Well, aren't you lucky? Happy fucking birthday."

As what he says sinks in, your stomach starts to clench in tight knots. Tristan!

Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.

(The End)