The Team's Slut Chapter 6: The Entertainment

Everyone in this story is 18+

The room still pulsed heavily with noise. Music. Breath. Laughter.

And me — shirtless, hard, grinding in my best friend’s lap while a ring of men watched, touched, and stuffed money into my waistband like I was tonight’s main event.

Because I was.

My skin was flushed. My cock throbbed in my boxers. I’d long since stopped pretending this wasn’t getting to me.

Then Chase — the groom and my best friend said it.

“If I’m gonna cum anywhere tonight… might as well be on you.”

Time stopped. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Someone behind me laughed. “Well, he’s not saying no.”

Milo stepped in. “We voting on it?”

“No need,” Chase said. “I’m already there.”

I felt him shift beneath me. The sound of a zipper. Fabric moving. Skin.

Then something warm pressed against my stomach, something bare.

“Shit,” I whispered.

Chase was out. His cock — thick and already leaking — slid up against my skin as I straddled his lap, looking at his erection for the first time in a long time.

And I didn’t move. I just stared down as it twitched against me.

His voice was low now. Breathless.

“Stroke me.”

I looked up, eyes wide.

He smirked. “You forgot the stripper. Make it up to me.”

A beat passed. Then, slowly, I wrapped my fingers around it.

The room exploded in shouts.

“Holy shit—”

“No way—”

“Look at him go!”

I stroked my best friend’s cock in front of all of them. Slowly. Nervously. My hand slick with his sticky pre, dragging up and down his thick shaft as his abs tensed under me.

His hands gripped my waist tighter. Grinding me against him.

And I couldn’t help it — I moaned.

Loudly, sluttily.

That made his cock twitch and throb.

And then—“Fuck—dude—I’m gonna—”

I felt it, warm, hot, and sticky.

His cum hit my stomach in thick, heavy ropes — coating me completely. My chest. My waistband. My hand still working him through the last pulse, the last drop.

I sat there, panting. Covered in Chase’s manly essence.

The room stared and no one spoke for a while.

Then Milo, voice low and fucking dangerous, leaned in and whispered:

“He got the first load.”
“I call seconds.”

My mouth went dry.

“Dude—wait—” I started, but my voice cracked halfway out of my throat.

But Milo didn’t wait. He pulled me off Chase’s lap like I weighed nothing, flipped me to the floor — on my knees — and stood in front of me with his cock already out.

All veiny, long and dripping with pre-cum.

“You started the party,” he said, looking down at me, smirking. “Now finish it.”

And he tapped the head of his cock against my lips, leaving a trail of sticky pre on my lips and I, of course licked them...

The room erupted. “No fucking way.”

“Dude, is he actually gonna—?”

I should’ve said no. I should’ve pushed him away, but my lips were already parting.

His swollen tip pressed in, warm and wet and salty.

And I sucked. Loud. Messy. Surrendered, just like I did in senior year.

Milo groaned, one hand gripping my hair, hips bucking forward until he reached my throat, tickling it with his tip.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “He’s taking it. Again!”

I choked. Spit trickled down my chin. Onto my chest. Onto Chase’s cum. Mixing. Soaking me.

He thrust again and again.

Each time harder. Sloppier. Using my mouth like it was just another hole. My dick was painfully hard.

“Stroke yourself while you do it,” someone ordered.
“Be a good little stripper.”
“Earn that next tip.”

My hand dropped to my cock, twitching and aching inside my soaked boxers. I was leaking. Harder than ever.

I gagged around Milo’s cock, eyes watering. And still — I didn’t stop.

“Shit,” he grunted.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—”

And then it hit me. Hot, fast, and fucking violent. Milo buried himself deep and groaned as he emptied his balls down my throat.

I gagged again. Swallowed. Coughed. My lips still wrapped around him as his cock twitched and jerked in my mouth.

And when I finally pulled back, gasping, drenched in spit and cum, I looked up through glassy eyes—

And saw three more guys already stroking.

Waiting and grinning.

Chase — still pantless — sat back and smirked:

“Hope you didn’t think it ended with just two?”