Tell Len you want him to fill up Tristan and settle for the drippings.
From Create Your Own Story
"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 under him!" 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 downward. You end up crouched between Tristan's legs, your head propped at the edge of the cushions of the couch, and Len towers above you. He looks down, and you stare up at the large, burly man. He winks. "You're gonna watch," he says, and he shakes his head. 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.
"Get ready," Len snarls, ramming home harder and harder. You lift yourself up, and a moment later, Len bellows, and you watch him lean forward and plant his cock deep inside your friend. Even so, you feel a hot drop of his cum leak from Tristan's battered ass - it lands on your cheek, and you gasp from the sudden heat of it.
"There you go, boy," the stud laughs. "No returning that gift." Then, with no fanfare, he pulls out of Tristan's ass and shoves him hard. Tristan tips sideways onto the couch, rolling onto his side.
"Clean it up, birthday boy," Len says, smacking you hard across the side of your face. 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)
