Sleepover with Will and Conner — Chapter 4

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Everyone is 18.

Chapter 4: Breakfast Table

I woke up with Conner’s arm still draped over me, his body pressed against mine. Across the room, Will was sprawled out on his bed, still asleep on his back. His mouth hung open, and his morning wood made a tent in his blanket. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and I could feel Conner’s hard cock pressing into my back. My brain replayed last night in flashes, Will and Conner, then their older brother Charlie. The way they’d used my holes, and showed me an awesome night. I felt a little weird about it, but still good. I got a sense of joy when I remembered how good my orgasms were with them. 

Conner stirred behind me, his hand sliding down to my hip. He didn’t say anything, just started humping me slowly, his morning wood grinding against my ass. I could tell he was especially hard, his cock throbbing as he applied spit to his hand, then rubbed his cock and pressed it into me. He wasn’t gentle this time with his thick hog, but I didn’t mind. I was already loose from last night, and the sensation of him filling me again was a pleasant thing to wake up to.

He didn’t cum as quickly as before, probably still spent from the night prior, but he kept going as he breathed hot against my neck. Eventually, he flipped me onto my stomach and started fucking me harder, and rougher. I buried my face in his pillow to keep quiet, not wanting to wake Will, but I still groaned a bit. He fucked me hard, with his nubile body tensing against my back, working up a sweat as he got his pleasure from my hole again. When he finally came, I felt his cock pulse inside me. Somehow, I could feel it more sensitively in the morning than the night before. His load in my ass was kind of big. I felt it leak out as soon as he removed himself from me. He got up without a word, heading to the shower.

I lay there for a moment, about to check my phone, when I noticed Will watching me from his bed. He was stroking himself lazily, his eyes locked on mine. I followed my newly developing instincts and crawled over to his bed, my knees sinking into his soft mattress, and silently took his cock into my mouth. The sleep musk on his body was intoxicating, and I cleaned him thoroughly, sucking his balls and shaft until he groaned and said, “I’m cumming.”

Conner came back from the shower, chuckling as he watched me with Will. He got dressed while Will held my head, finishing in my mouth. Will and I headed to the shower next. He told me not to get in with him, so I stood outside the glass door, watching him soap himself up. I got hard just from the sight of him, thinking about how much of a slave I had become to my male friends. He noticed and smirked.

“You can jerk off,” he said, his voice slightly dismissive. A day ago we had been equals, but now he had an air about him. He saw me differently. I was a toy he could use, a submissive guy that he could give permission to. I did as he suggested, and stroked myself as I watched him wash his body. He got hard too after a minute, and started jerking off while we watched each other. 

Then he beckoned me over with a gesture of his hand, pulling me into the shower. He quickly pushed me up against the wall, and to my enjoyment, he fucked me roughly, using conditioner as lube. I came first, even though I hadn’t touched myself since before he put it in me. He basically milked me over the edge with the pressure from his cock inside me, and I splattered the shower wall. He buried himself deep, and I could hear him grunt in my ear to the same rhythm of my hole contracting around him as he finished inside me. He pulled out slowly, and I started to wash myself while he rinsed off. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he said with a wink before stepping out. I was glad he was warming up to using me freely.

We dressed quickly and joined Conner at the breakfast table, Will ignoring everyone and scrolling on his phone. The morning felt surreal, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Charlie walked in and froze when he saw me, like he was remembering what he did to my mouth and ass the night before. I saw on his face that he was a bit flustered. His eyes darted to mine for a split second, and I could tell he was replaying last night in his head. I sort of smirked, knowing I was lucky to have gotten such a fun night and morning in this house. He quickly composed himself, grabbing a plate of food and sitting down at the table, avoiding eye contact with me. Their mom served us even more food, then sat and ate with us.

While their mom chatted away, completely oblivious to what I had been doing with her special men of the house, I had the urge to fondle Charlie's nineteen year old body under the table. I touched Charlie's foot with mine. We both had socks on, and the soft contact was exciting. He didn’t look at me, just clenched his jaw and forced down a bite of fruit. I got bolder, sliding my foot up his leg while Will and Conner argued about some sports stats I didn’t care about. Charlie finally glanced at me, his smirk telling me he was at least somewhat enjoying the game. My foot moved higher and pressed gently against his cock, which was already hard.

When their mom got up to leave for her lawn bowling thing, I pulled my foot back quickly. She kissed each of her sons on the head and left. The moment the door shut, Charlie turned aggressive, just how I hoped. Will and Conner were still clueless, but Charlie stood, walked over to my side of the table, and yanked me out of my chair. He dropped me onto my back on the table, tore down my shorts, and exposed my hairless, nubile ass. My eyes widened at the suddenness, but I loved being manhandled. Charlie did it better than the other two.

My ass wasn’t going to get a break as long as I was in this house.

Will and Conner stared as Charlie pulled my head down to his cock and growled, “Get it wet, bitch.” I obeyed, sucking him eagerly while he fucked my throat. Then he flipped me onto my back and pushed into my ass right on the table. I felt syrup soaking into my back as he pounded me in missionary. Will and Conner watched Charlie like he was their role model, almost like they were monitoring the way he used me. I held onto his body as he took what he wanted.

Charlie lifted me into the air, holding me mid-thrust as he pummeled my sore hole. He tossed me up and down onto his cock like a fleshlight. I think I’m good at being a fleshlight, I thought to myself.

“Come on, guys,” Charlie muttered, glancing at Will and Conner. “He’s fair game.”

I loved being talked about like I wasn’t even there. The two of them stood in unison, pulling out their dicks. I remember admiring how their whole family was so hung.

Charlie carried me to the couch, keeping his cock buried in me the whole time. He laid me down and thrust hard and deep before Conner squatted over my face, stuffing his cock into my mouth. “It’s fun doing this together,” Conner said, looking at Charlie. I watched Charlie smile back before my throat was filled, and all I could see were Conner’s abs as he fucked my face.

I was a sex machine now, bracing myself with whatever body parts I could grab while still being able to jerk off Will when he plopped his cock on my forehead. The three of them used me in a rotating frenzy, Charlie went ass to mouth, and I tasted myself on him. Conner wrecked my hole, taking cues from Charlie, while Will watched, stroking himself until he joined in, grabbing Conner’s ass and pushing him harder into me. He even high-fived Charlie at one point.

Suddenly, Charlie stood up from the couch, his muscular frame towering over me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and flipped me onto my back, his eyes getting serious, making me wonder what he was going to do next. Without a word, he straddled my chest, his thick thighs pressing into my sides as he lowered himself onto my face. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of sweat and male essence stunning me through my nostrils. He reached down and grabbed my head, positioning it between his cheeks. “Use your tongue,” he growled in a surly voice for a nineteen-year-old.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said as I obeyed him. I pressed my face into his ass, my tongue darting out to explore every inch I could reach. The taste was intense, pure man, and it sent a jolt of renewed arousal straight to my cock. I licked him eagerly in little circles, my tongue sliding between his cheeks as I worked to please him. I darted in and out when Charlie let out a moan, his hands tightening in my hair as he ground his ass against my face. I could feel his muscles flexing under my lips, his body responding to every movement of my tongue.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Charlie muttered. He shifted his weight, pressing down harder on my face as he guided me deeper. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the way he was using me, the way he was taking what he wanted without hesitation. My tongue worked tirelessly, lapping at his hole, teasing it with slow strokes, trying not to let my tongue cramp. 

“You’re such a slut,” he said. I nodded eagerly, my tongue still working between his taut cheeks. Charlie chuckled. 

“Good boy,” he said, before slamming his taut, teen ass back down on my face. Since we were all eighteen, we were basically attuned to feeling everything more sensually, and every touch of our ass, dick and balls lit our bodies on fire. Charlie held my legs up while he smothered me with his hole, giving Conner the chance to line up again and insert himself into me. I groaned into Charlie's manly older nineteen-year-old ass.

The intensity was overwhelming, but I was loving every second of it. These guys’ bodies were like a drug, and I couldn’t get enough. I could feel Charlie and Conner both getting closer, their movements becoming more erratic and less in sync. It actually heightened the sensations when they were both randomly using me at different intervals.

When he was close to cumming, Charlie pushed Conner to the side, knocking his cock out of my ass, and shoved his own inside me. The taste of him stayed on my tongue, more than any other taste had lingered, even when I tasted my own ass on their cocks. Charlie’s ass taste was a reminder of how far I’d gone in this house. 

When he put it in my ass again, he went a little too fast, making me gasp a bit, but he didn't hesitate. After a few tight and heavy thrusts his load shot deep inside me as he grunted with a bass tenor. He pulled out quickly, giving me another shock and slapped my ass hard, leaving a red mark, before standing up and heading to the shower without a word. Will replaced him, and within a couple minutes they were both going strong, their cocks throbbing as they used me back and forth between my ass and mouth. I was enjoying looking down to watch their abs tense as their thick shafts disappeared inside me. I remember thinking that I could stay in that position for the rest of the day.

“Eat my ass now,” Will demanded suddenly, pulling out of me and turning around. I didn’t hesitate, leaning forward and burying my face between his smooth, white cheeks. His musky scent was intoxicating, and I licked him eagerly, my tongue exploring his hole. I pulled his cheeks apart to get even farther in. I followed what made him moan, just like with Charlie. Conner watched for a moment before turning around too, offering his ass to me. I switched between them, savoring the taste of their sweat and musk, my cock twitching with every moan they let out. They were two curious guys enjoying whatever new thing they could, and clearly taking cues from Charlie.

Will went back to fucking me in missionary while Conner alternated between sitting on my face and fucking my throat. I was in heaven, and my neck got some rest again as they did all the work. Surprisingly, Will reached down to jerk me off, giving me a quick, intense orgasm. It was perfect.

They announced they were going to cum at about the same time, and then I felt the pulses that told me I was a good boy, Conner in my throat and Will in my ass. Their heads almost touched as they leaned forward during their orgasms. We were all eighteen and in the horniest period of our lives. I remember thinking it would be hot if they kissed, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Then they kind of just pulled out of me, and I sat up on the couch, a nasty, spent mess. Will turned on the TV as the sunlight beamed in through the window.

“Let’s walk to the beach,” Conner suggested after a while, his voice casual but his eyes suggesting that their was more to his plan. We cleaned up quickly, threw on some shorts, and headed out.

The beach was quiet, the sun warm on our skin as we walked along the shore. We spent an hour goofing off, splashing in the water and tossing a frisbee around. But it wasn’t long before Conner leaned in to whisper in my ear. 

“We should hit the bathroom,” he said, nodding toward the public restrooms nearby. I knew exactly what he meant. My heart raced as we made our way over, the promise of doing something in public making me hard again. This weekend just kept getting better.