Keep watching until Len is ready for you.
From Create Your Own Story
Len snorts, and leans forward, jackhammering 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. Even then, Len offers Tristan no pause, rocking forward and pounding into him. Len pushes forward, hard, and buries his dick deep, then pauses only long enough to pull his shirt off over his head. The man's thick upper body is wet with sweat, and when he grips Tristan's waist again and gives him another rough series of shoves, you see drops of Len's sweat land on Tristan's smooth skin.
"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 buried so far up Tristan's tight chute, you spy a couple of drops of his cum as they leak from Tristan's battered ass.
"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, grabbing your shirt and pulling you hard toward him. You lower yourself onto your knees - your dick is rock hard in your jeans - and you start to swallow Len's thick, spunk-covered dick. You moan while Len looms over you and force-feeds you his sticky cock. The taste of spunk and sweat is heady.
"You," Len spits, and you realize he's talking to Tristan. "Get your tongue over here and clean my pits, boy."
You look up, swallowing as much of Len's curved eight and a half inches, along the man's wide, strong body, and you see Tristan lean in shakily and start to lap underneath Len's arm - the big man raises it over his head, resting his other hand on your head and gripping your hair. Len 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. Though he never quite softened, you realize he's growing hard again.
A few minutes later, Len pulls his now-clean daddy 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 river of cum leaking from his ass and onto the couch.
"Stay put," Len says. Tristan nods, mute.
"Get naked," Len says, turning to you. You wriggle out of your clothes and scramble over to the couch. You get on your hands and knees next to Tristan, your perfect eighteen-year-old body pressed against your friend's equally beautiful young form. Your hot little ass is raised up, the vulnerable hole exposed willingly to Len. Tristan is slumped, exhausted, and you've never seen him look so confused. You shiver, knowing Len's going to do the same to you and you brace yourself.
As if it's the most natural maneuver in the world, Len shoves his dick deep into your hole, with only your spit to lube it.
You scream in pain and pleasure. Tears come to your eyes. It hurts so bad, the burning sensation fills your body. But, like Tristan, you know your place and you press your butt back, aiding in the cruel sodomization. Len's thick fingers grasp hard at your waist.
"Holy fuck!" The big man bellows. "I can't believe this is happening! Hottest fuckin' tighest pussies I've ever fucked! Jesus Christ! Fucking beautiful!"
Len is true to his word - his grip is so tight you know you're going to have bruises on your waist, and more than that, his pacing hasn't softened at all, if anything he's fucking you harder and faster than he did Tristan. In no time, you're barely even grunting - it's too hard to catch a breath in the midst of Len's relentless plowing. Your ass aches, but you've never felt a cock so thick - and curved! - hit you in all the right places like this before. When you can manage a breath, you hear your self begging him to fuck you, to fill you up. You brace yourself, barely holding yourself upright while the man drills into you. His sweat drips onto the small of your back.
After what feels like forever, Len's pace loses rhythm. "You ready for it, birthday boy? You ready for your fucking present?"
"Yes!" you beg.
Len unloads - the heat of his spunk fills your ravaged hole with a hot relief, and as his dick thickens and erupts you reach between your legs and jerk yourself, hard. You come, feeling your balls unload what feels like the biggest spray you've ever had. Len presses hard into you, holding his dick inside for a few long breaths, then pulls out. You feel a wash of his spunk drip down your thighs.
"Okay, boys," Len says. "I gotta work tomorrow. It was fun though." Len slaps your ass. "Get dressed. I wanna smoke, and they're in the truck."
You stagger to your feet, more cum leaking, and move to obey. Len gets dressed without fanfare - wiping his dick off on Tristan's shirt and saying, "you mind if I get your clothes dirty?" with a smirk.
Tristan just shakes his head, glassy eyed and stunned.
Fully dressed now, the big man leans down to share a deep kiss with your nude friend. Tristan melts into Len's embrace, eagerly accepting the man's tongue as it shoves down his throat.
"Fuck you're a hot little number," he murmurs into the nape of the boy's neck. "I'll be back tomorrow night with some buddies to pump a few more loads in that pretty cunt."
Len wraps one heavy arm around your shoulder and leads you out of Tristan's house, back to his truck.
"Gotta say, boy - hope it was a birthday you'll remember."
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 you two 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 you don't get to return. Happy fucking birthday."
As what he says sinks in, your stomach starts to clench in tight knots.
Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.
(The End)
