Backbacking with the Boys – Part 16

Everyone in this story is 18+

Berlin

I woke up to the dim light of morning filtering through the threadbare curtains. The room was heavy with the lingering scent of sweat, cum, and sex, the air humid and oppressive. My body ached in ways that were both uncomfortable and perversely satisfying—my ass sore, my thighs tight, and my muscles humming from the Molly still coursing faintly through me.

Asher was already sitting up against the headboard, his hair slightly tousled but his demeanor perfectly composed. He wrinkled his nose as he glanced around the room. “Well,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm, “it officially smells like a brothel in here.”

Brady groaned from the bed beside me, sprawled out naked with his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. “You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing,” he muttered, stretching out lazily before wincing. “Christ, I’m sore. Lube-less marathons should come with a warning label.”

Cameron snorted, propping himself up on one elbow from his place on our shared bed. His blond hair was a mess of tufts sticking up in every direction, his lips red and slightly swollen. “We had lube,” he said with a crooked grin. “It was called spit, pre-cum, and the gallons we left inside each other. But seriously, I thought regular hangover horniness was bad. This? This is next level. I feel like I could go another round right now.”

Brady laughed breathlessly. “Right? I’m sore as fuck, but I still want to fuck. What the hell kind of twisted chemistry is this?”

I shifted onto my back with a groan, wincing at the tenderness radiating from my hips. “Apparently, this is what happens when you mix Molly with too much cum and not enough prep.”

Asher smirked, raising an eyebrow as he stretched out. “Not my problem,” he said smugly. “I’m the only one who didn’t get wrecked last night. But watching all of you so wrecked is amusing.

Cameron laughed, though he groaned softly as he sat up fully. “Let’s be honest, though. I’ve never been this exhausted and this horny at the same time. Like, this is insane.”

“Yes, it is!,” I muttered, the thought of yesterday sent a familiar tingle down my spine. The residual buzz from the Molly kept my body humming with restless and horny energy. My gaze swept over the room—Cameron’s tousled blond hair, Asher’s sharp smirk, and Brady’s cocky grin—all of them looking completely wrecked and completely gorgeous.

“You’re telling me none of you are still not satisfied after last night?” Brady asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not entirely,” Asher replied smoothly, his hand sliding down to lazily stroke himself as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “But I imagine we can fix that.”

The words hung in the air for a moment before we all exchanged a glance. The unspoken agreement passed between us, and before I knew it, we were all touching

ourselves, hands working in slow, deliberate motions as the morning light bathed the room.

Me, Asher, and Cameron got up and stood around Brady, who looked increasingly nervous as we all zeroed in on him.

Brady’s eyes widened slightly, his cock twitching to full hardness despite his mock protests. “Wait a second. What’s happening here?”

“Let’s drench him,” Cameron teased, his voice soft but playful as he looked at us with a wicked grin.

I smirked, my own hand gliding along my erection as I leaned back against the pillows. “Besides, you did kind of set yourself up for this, Brady.”

Asher chuckled lowly, his gaze fixed on Brady. “You seemed extremely into it when I shagged you last night, mate,” he said, his tone teasing.

Brady opened his mouth to argue, then closed it, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Well… maybe,” he admitted sheepishly, his voice barely above a mutter.

The tension shifted again, the air thick with arousal as soft groans mixed with the rhythmic sound of skin on skin. Brady, sprawled in the middle of the bed, became the unintentional center of attention, his chest rising and falling as he watched us all work toward our climaxes.

Cameron was the first to move closer, leaning over Brady as his hand pumped faster, his breath hitching. Brady’s protests were half-hearted at best. “Wait, why me?” he started to say, but his words dissolved into silence as Cameron groaned, long, hot spurts landing across Brady’s chest and stomach.

“Shut up and clean me up,” Cameron said, his voice low and commanding. Brady hesitated for only a second before leaning forward, his tongue darting out to lick the head of Cameron’s cock clean, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“Because it’s fitting,” Asher quipped smoothly, his tone dripping with amusement as he stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself steadily.

Brady started to protest again, “Why not Danny or Cam? They’re way more—”

“Shut it,” Asher interrupted, smirking as he pumped faster. “You were practically begging for it last night. Don’t act so surprised.”

Brady muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t move, his breathing quickening as Asher groaned. Moments later, Asher’s cock twitched, and thick ropes of cum shot across Brady’s chest, adding to the mess Cameron had already left.

“Come on, taste it, mate,” Asher said, his voice dark and teasing as he guided Brady’s mouth onto him. Brady’s tongue worked eagerly, his lips wrapping around the head as he cleaned Asher’s cock, his hands gripping Asher’s thighs for support.

I was next. The tight coil of pleasure building in my stomach became unbearable as I moved closer to Brady. He glanced up at me, his expression a mix of indignation and reluctant eagerness, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Guess it’s my turn,” I said with a grin, stroking myself faster. Brady’s eyes flicked to my cock just as I reached the edge. My breath caught as I spilled across his stomach, streaking his already sticky skin with another load.

Brady sighed dramatically, shaking his head but leaning forward anyway, his lips surprisingly soft as they wrapped around me. His tongue worked gently, cleaning me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Fuck! My stomach and chest are covered in cum,” Brady grinned, his tone somewhere between mock outrage and amusement.

Asher smirked from his place at the side of the bed, still stroking himself lazily. “Not done yet, mate. We’ve got a little gift for you.”

Before Brady could protest, Cameron leaned down, capturing Brady’s cock in his mouth with eager, wet suction. Asher and I joined in, our mouths and tongues working over his cock and balls, licking and sucking in perfect sync. Brady let out a deep groan, his body arching under our combined attention.

“Yes—oh, this feels good,” he gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets as we devoured him.

I took Brady’s thick cock as deep as I could, his length hitting the back of my throat, while Cameron and Asher each took one of his balls in their mouths, their tongues flicking and teasing as they sucked. “Oh fuck, I like this surprise!” Brady moaned, his voice breaking as his body writhed.

It didn’t take long before Brady’s moans turned desperate, his cock twitching against my tongue. His hips bucked involuntarily, and with a sharp cry, his release hit hard, spilling thick and hot into my mouth. Asher and Cameron leaned in, sharing the load as we passed it between us, our tongues tangling and lips meeting in messy, breathless kisses.

We didn’t stop there. Each of us spit Brady’s cum back onto his chest, adding to the streaks of our own that already glistened there, the sticky mess glistening under the dim light.

“Hey—fuck, you guys!” Brady groaned, his voice shaky, though he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling faintly.

He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as his eyes fluttered open, meeting ours with a mix of disbelief and amusement. “You’re all insane,” he muttered, though the small, lazy smile curving his lips betrayed him.

“And you love it,” Asher replied smoothly, stretching out beside him with a smirk. His hand came down lightly on Brady’s thigh with a playful smack.