Slut For Cabo – Part 8

Everyone in this story is 18+

I barely had time to catch my breath before they were both on me.

Jake dropped to his knees first, tugging my shorts down in one swift motion. My rod sprang free—already leaking—and he took it into his mouth like he’d been starving for it. Warm, wet, confident. No hesitation.

Then Al lowered beside him, hands sliding up my thighs as his tongue flicked lower, teasing my balls with slow licks that made my knees wobble. His mouth was hot, wet, and every time he pulled one of my balls gently into his mouth, I let out a gasp I couldn’t control.

I looked down—my cock disappearing into Jake’s mouth, Al’s head between my legs—and the sight alone nearly did me in.

“F–fuck,” I stammered, my hand gripping Jake’s shoulder as my hips twitched.

Jake didn’t let up. His hand wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth, deeper now. Al sucked harder, tongue swirling, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep me steady.

Jake didn’t go all the way down this time—not yet. He licked along the underside of my shaft, slow and deliberate, while Al kissed and sucked at the other side, trailing his lips from base to tip.

Their tongues moved in tandem, hot and slick on my skin. Jake’s lips closed around the head, just for a moment, swirling his tongue before letting it pop free with a soft, naughty sound.

Al grinned, then leaned in to take his turn—sucking me in deeper, one hand gently cradling my balls as his tongue worked the sensitive underside. I groaned aloud, my hips twitching despite trying to hold still.

“Jesus,” I muttered, head tilting back, breath ragged. “You guys are—fuck—”

“Too much?” Jake asked, voice thick, mouth already hovering near the tip again.

“No,” I gasped. “Not enough.”

They chuckled—together—then went back to work, each of them licking along one side of my shaft, mouths meeting at the head, then parting again like they were playing some private, filthy game. Al dipped lower to suck on my balls while Jake slid his mouth down over my cock again—faster, deep, steady.

That was it.

My legs buckled, and I let out something between a gasp and a hum as the orgasm slammed into me—completely overwhelming. My whole body jolted forward, hands clutching Al’s shoulders as the first hot spurt shot from the tip of my dick.

Jake caught it—mouth open, eyes on mine—while Al leaned in to take the next, lips wrapped around the base, tongue flicking up the side. I twitched helplessly between them, unable to stop the flood as they passed it between them like it was something worth savoring.

By the end, I was trembling, half-held up by Al’s grip on my thighs.

Jake wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Al leaned over, and they kissed—wet, slow, messy—trading the taste between them like it was nothing new. Just some dessert shared.

And watching them kiss with my load still dripping between them? My erection defintely didn’t go soft.

I staggered, legs barely holding me, chest rising and falling fast. I looked at both of them—Jake flushed and grinning, Al wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb—and I grinned back.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Now it’s your turn.”

Jake’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with pure horniness “Our turn, huh?” He stood, brushing sand off his knees, his bulge straining against his shorts, thick and very obvious. “You sure you’re ready to keep up, Isaac?”

Al chuckled, rising beside him, his tank top riding up to show a glimpse of tight abs. “Gotta say, kid’s got spirit. Let’s see if he’s got stamina.”

I swallowed, my heart still hammering from the orgasm that had nearly knocked me over. My legs felt like jelly, but the sight of them—Jake’s broad chest, Al’s sculpted arms, both of them looking at me like I was the main course—lit a fire in my gut. I wasn’t the sheltered kid from Alabama right now. I was here, on this beach, with two insanely hot guys who wanted me as much as I wanted them.

“Bring it,” I said, voice steadier than I felt.

Al raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Bold. I like it.” He stepped closer, his hand grazing my bare hip, sending a shiver through me. “What do you wanna do for us, then?”

I glanced between them, my mind racing. I’d already had Jake’s cock in my mouth, felt him inside me, but Al… Al was new territory. And the way they’d kissed, sharing my nut like it was nothing, made me want to see how much further this could go.

“I want…” I hesitated, then let the tequila-fueled courage take over. “I want to make you both feel as good as you made me.”

Jake laughed softly, stepping in to kiss me—quick, hungry, his tongue flicking against mine. “Fuck, you’re cute when you’re determined.”

Al’s hand slid to my ass, squeezing lightly. “Let’s make it easy for you, then.” He nodded toward a nearby cluster of beach chairs, half-hidden by a low dune, offering just enough privacy from the distant party lights. “Over there.”

We moved quickly, the sand cool under my feet, the ocean’s roar drowning out the faint music behind us. Jake yanked off his shorts as we reached the chairs, his cock coming free—uncut, thick, already glistening with precum. Al followed, peeling off his tank and shorts, revealing a body that was all lean muscle and smooth, dark skin. His cock was just as impressive—cut, slightly longer than Jake’s, with a gentle curve that made my mouth water.

I dropped to my knees in the sand, the grains rough against my skin, and looked up at them. Both standing over me, cocks hard, eyes locked on mine. It was overwhelming, but I wasn’t backing down.

“Fuck, look at you,” Al murmured, his voice low and rough. “On your knees like you were born for it.”

I blushed but didn’t look away. Instead, I reached for Jake first, wrapping my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. He hissed, his head tipping back. Then I leaned toward Al, my lips brushing the tip of his cock, tasting the salt and faint sweat of him. I sucked gently, just the head at first, getting used to his size.

“Shit, Isaac,” Al breathed, his hand resting lightly on my head, fingers threading through my hair. “You’re a quick learner.”

I pulled back, grinning, then turned to Jake, taking him into my mouth—deeper this time, remembering his advice from last night: less jaw, more lips. I bobbed slowly, my hand stroking Al in rhythm, trying to keep them both going. The sounds they made—Jake’s low moans, Al’s sharp gasps—drove me wild, my own tool, still rock hard.

Jake’s hand found my shoulder, squeezing. “You’re gonna kill us, kid.”

I pulled off Jake, panting, and switched to Al, sucking him deeper, my tongue swirling along the underside. My free hand worked Jake, slick with spit and precum, keeping the rhythm steady. It was messy, chaotic, but they didn’t seem to mind. If anything, they loved it—Al’s hips twitched forward, Jake’s breath hitched, and I felt like I was in control, even on my knees.

“Okay, fuck,” Jake said, voice strained. “You’re too good at this. Stand up.”

Al’s hand on my arm pulled me to my feet. “You said you wanted to make us feel good,” he said, eyes dark with want. “So let’s take this up a notch.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake stepped behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock pressing against my ass—hard, hot, teasing. “You took me last night,” he chuckled, lips brushing my ear. “Think you can handle both of us?”

I froze, my brain short-circuiting. Both of them? My eyes flicked to Al, who was watching me with a mix of amusement and hunger. “Like… at the same time?”

Al laughed, stepping closer, his chest brushing mine. “Not quite. We’ll go easy on you. One at a time… for now.” His hand slid down to stroke my dick, making me gasp. “You want me inside you?”

I nodded before I could overthink it. “Yeah. I want it.”

Jake’s hands tightened on my hips. “Good. Because I want to watch you take him.”

They guided me to one of the beach chairs, the canvas creaking as I knelt on it, hands gripping the backrest. Jake stayed behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks, his tongue suddenly licking a slow, wet stripe across my hole. I gasped, loud enough to be embarrassed, but I didn’t care. His tongue worked me open, teasing and probing, while Al grabbed a small bottle of lube from his discarded shorts, grinning like this was all his plan all along.

“Always prepared,” Al said, smirking as he slicked his fingers. He stepped in front of me, leaning down to kiss me—deep, possessive—while his fingers slid between my cheeks, joining Jake’s tongue. The double sensation was insane—one finger slipping inside, then two, stretching me slow and steady while Jake’s mouth kept me relaxed.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Al muttered, his fingers curling just right, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. “Gonna feel so good.”

I was panting now, gripping the chair so hard my knuckles were white. “Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.

Jake pulled back, wiping his mouth with a grin. “He’s ready.”

Al took his place behind me, his hands steady on my hips. I felt the pressure of his cock against my hole—bigger than Jake’s, but I was too turned on to be nervous. He pushed in slowly, just the head, and I hissed at the stretch, my body tensing.

“Breathe, baby,” Al said, voice low, one hand rubbing my lower back. “You’ve got this.”

I did. I exhaled, forcing myself to relax, and he slid in further—inch by inch, filling me until I felt impossibly full. The burn was sharp but faded fast, replaced by that deep, electric pleasure I’d only just discovered last night.

“Fuck, Isaac,” Al groaned, his hands gripping my hips as his low-hangers touched my balls, all of him inside me. “You’re perfect.”

He started moving—slow, deep thrusts that made my whole body rock forward, my cock leaking onto the chair below. Jake knelt in front of me, his own cock in hand, stroking slowly as he watched. “Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Taking him like a pro.”

I just nodded, my body moving with Al’s rhythm. Every thrust hit that spot inside me, sending sparks through my veins. Jake leaned in, kissing me sloppy and deep, his hand sliding down to jerk my cock in time with Al’s thrusts.

“Gonna cum again?” Jake whispered against my lips.

I nodded, barely coherent. “Yeah—fuck, I’m close—”

Al’s pace quickened, his thrusts harder now, the slap of skin on skin mixing with the crash of waves nearby. “Me too,” he grunted, his grip tightening. “You want it inside you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the word spilling out without thought. “Please.”

That was all he needed. Al slammed into me—once, twice—then his dick twitched, and burst out cum as he unloaded, filling me with warmth. I was already close but this pushed me over the edge, and I nutted again, my semen shooting over Jake’s hand, my body shaking as my second orgasm ripped through me.

Al pulled out slowly, leaving me trembling and empty, but Jake was there in seconds, kissing my neck, his hands gentle. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured.

I collapsed onto the chair, chest heaving, sand sticking to my sweat-slick skin. Al flopped beside me, catching his breath, while Jake sat on the sand, still stroking himself lazily.

“Still alive?” Al asked, grinning.

“Barely,” I panted, laughing weakly. “That was… insane.”

Jake smirked. “You’re not done yet, are you?”

I looked at him, then at Al, their eyes still hungry despite everything. Back home, my parents were probably dreaming of Bible study and college tours. But here? Here, I was someone else entirely.

“Not even close,” I said, sitting up, a new surge of confidence rushing through me. “What’s next?”