Backbacking with the Boys – Part 14

Everyone in this story is 18+

Berlin

“Holy shit,” Cameron whispered beside me, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the room.

I turned to him, our wide-eyed gazes locking. The Molly heightened everything—the colors, the sensations, the connection between us. His pupils were blown wide, his lips slightly parted.

“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, my voice distant, almost foreign to me.

He stepped closer, his breath brushing my ear. “It’s hot, though,” he said, his tone shaky but thick with arousal.

My pulse thundered as the scene in front of us unfolded. Brady’s moans rose higher, and Asher’s thrusts were relentless, driving Brady’s body further into the mattress. Brady’s legs were pinned above his head, one wrist clasped tightly in Asher’s hand while the other clawed at Asher’s smooth, flexing ass. Asher’s free hand roamed down Brady’s chest, tweaking a nipple before gripping his throat.

“Take it, Brady. Take it, you fucking quarterback bitch,” Asher growled, his British accent sharper, rougher than usual.

“Yes—fuck—don’t stop. I’m your bitch! Harder!” Brady gasped, his voice raw, broken.

The slap of their skin echoed, blending with the muffled pulse of music downstairs and their ragged breathing. Asher’s sweat-slicked body gleamed in the dim light, his thrusts feral, unrelenting. Brady writhed beneath him, utterly lost in the moment, his legs locking tight around Asher’s waist.

I couldn’t look away. Then Cameron’s hand slid over mine, breaking my focus. I turned to him again, and the look in his eyes was unmistakable.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a frantic, desperate kiss. His mouth tasted of mint and something sweet, and I melted into it, heat building fast between us.

I gasped as his hand slid down to my crotch, his fingers pressing against my rock-hard dick. The sensation was electric, far more intense than I’d ever felt before. A low moan escaped me as his touch sent shocks through my body.

I mirrored the motion, sliding my hand to his crotch. The friction made him shudder, his lips parting against mine in a moan. We pressed closer, hips grinding, hands fumbling at each other’s zippers. My palm closed around his cock, hard and substantial, and he groaned softly into my mouth.

Cameron rested his forehead against mine, his breathing uneven. The moment was dizzying, completely surreal.

Then Brady’s gaze shifted.

For a split second, I thought he was just lost in the moment, his head rolling lazily toward us. But his eyes locked on mine, wide and glassy, his lips parting—not to moan, but to speak.

Brady’s eyes meet mine. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as if to say, Of course.

Brady’s eyes snapped to mine, glazed but cocky. His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Well, look who it is,” he slurred, voice thick with lust. “You two just gonna stand there jerking each other off, or are you joining the show?”

“Still running your mouth, huh?” Asher quipped, his thrusts unrelenting. His hand tightened on Brady’s thigh, pinning him down as he fucked him with smooth, rhythmic strokes, his sweat-slick body gleaming in the low light.

Brady gasped sharply, his head falling back, but he still grinned up at Asher. “What? Afraid they’ll see you can’t handle me on your own?”

Asher chuckled low, leaning down to nip at Brady’s jaw. “Keep talking, quarterback. You’re the one moaning like a little slut.”

Brady barked a laugh, though it broke into a moan as Asher hit just the right spot. His legs tightened around Asher’s waist. “Shit—I had to try this too. The Molly’s got me so hornyyyy…aaahhh.”

He threw a glance back at us, panting. “And why are you two not naked yet?”

Cameron smirked, stepping forward. “How are you even hornier than usual?”

Brady arched a brow, his breath hitching with every thrust. “Don’t pretend you’re not hard as fuck watching. I can see it.”

We were. Cameron and I tugged each other off, both of us rock-hard and throbbing.

“Come on, lads,” Asher said smoothly, his tone as calm as if they weren’t mid-fuck. He shot us a teasing grin. “No need to be shy. You didn’t hold back when we three had a bit of fun.”

Brady’s head whipped toward Asher. “Wait—what?” His tone was half-incredulous, half-amused. “You hooked up with them too?”

Asher shrugged, smirking as he shifted, driving into Brady even deeper. Brady’s gasp cut off whatever snarky remark he was about to make.

Cameron snorted, unzipping his jeans. “Well, looks like another secret’s out. So, what’s the plan? Four of us, or are we leaving you two to it?”

Brady laughed, though his voice cracked into another moan. “Join! I’m too fucking horny to care!”

Without a word, we nodded to each other, both of us moving forward, drawn by some unspoken pull.

Cameron and I moved in on either side of them, I felt their bodies being slick from sweat, turning me on further.

My hand slid over Asher’s smooth, muscular chest, his skin hot to the touch and flexing under my touch as he kept pounding into Brady. My other hand met Cameron’s as we started jerking Brady together, our fingers wrapping against his thickness.

Cameron’s free hand ran over Brady’s slightly hairier chest, tweaking a nipple and making Brady gasp, his moans growing louder. “Fuck—yes,” Brady panted, his hips bucking helplessly between Asher and our hands.

“Let’s change it up a bit. I’m getting tired,” Asher groaned, pulling out of Brady with a wet pop.

“What, can’t handle me?” Brady teased, breathless but grinning.

“Shut up,” Asher shot back, his smirk playful as he lay down beside him. “Get on top now.”

As Cameron helped Brady shift into a reverse cowboy position over Asher, I leaned in to suck Asher’s slick cock, the taste of Brady still fresh on him. Brady settled onto Asher’s dick, moaning as he sank back down onto him, his muscular thighs flexing against my hands as I stroked his meaty dick, already leaking.

Cameron moved to the front, his cock sliding into Asher’s mouth, which eagerly enveloped him.

Hands tangled, bodies pressed, the air thick with heat and the sound of moans. Brady’s hand gripped my hair, pulling me closer as I took him deeper, his groans reverberating through me. His cock twitched in my mouth, salty and slick as I swirled my tongue along his length.

Asher bucked his hips upward, his cock driving deeper into Brady with each thrust, their bodies moving in sync. Brady’s moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, his head falling back as his fingers tightened in my hair.

Cameron leaned into Asher’s face, gripping the back of his head to guide him. Asher’s mouth worked eagerly over Cameron’s cock, his groans vibrating against him. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and musk, every touch amplified by the Molly coursing through us.

I pulled off Brady’s cock with a gasp, my lips wet and swollen, and stroked him slowly, savoring the way his hips jerked into my grip. My free hand slid up his muscular thigh, steadying him as Asher thrust harder, driving Brady to the edge.

“Fuck, Asher,” Brady gasped, his voice breaking. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Asher quipped, though his voice was strained with arousal. His hips snapped upward with relentless force, the rhythm precise yet desperate.

Brady’s chest heaved, his moans blending with Asher’s guttural groans and Cameron’s sharp breaths. The room spun around us, a haze of heat, touch, and sensation as we pushed each other higher.

Brady’s breathing hitched, his grip on my hair tightening as his hips bucked uncontrollably. “Fuck—I’m gonna—” he gasped, his voice breaking.

Before I could react, his cock pulsed against my tongue, hot, thick streams spilling into my mouth. I tasted the salt of his load so clearly before I swallowed, Brady’s moans vibrating through me as he shaked uncontrollably.

Across from us, Cameron let out a deep groan, his hands fisting in Asher’s hair as he came. Asher eagerly took him deeper, his throat working as he swallowed every drop.

“Oh fuck—I’m gonna spunk!” Asher cried out, his accent raw and breathless.

“What—spunk? Like cum?” Brady asked, his tone half-curious, half-panicked.

I nodded, glancing at him.

“Shit, I don’t want cum in me,” Brady said hurriedly.

Always the problem solver, I guided Brady up, helping him shift so he was perched on Asher’s hips, hovering over his slick cock. Without hesitation, I leaned down, taking Asher’s dick into my mouth.

The taste of Brady’s butt lingered on him, musky and raw, but the thought barely registered. The E rushing through me made it all feel incredible—intense and perfect. This was insane, yes, but in that moment, it felt like the only thing I wanted: to taste every inch of Asher, his body trembling beneath me as I worked him closer to the edge.

Asher’s hips stuttered beneath me, his cock pulsing against my tongue as I sucked him harder. His hands tightened in my hair, the sharp tug sending a jolt of heat straight through me.

“Oh—damn,” he groaned, his voice low and rough, cracking as his composure shattered. “I’m gonna come—take it, yeah?”

Before I could nod, his cock twitched violently, spilling hot, salty streams of British, aristocratic cum into my mouth. The taste was sharp, almost bitter, but the Molly warped it, making it oddly sweet, like everything about the moment was amplified and perfect. It coated my tongue, and I swallowed greedily, my throat working as I took every pulse, feeling him throb with each new spurt.

Asher let out a broken cry, his head thrown back, chest heaving as his hips jerked reflexively, pushing himself deeper inside my mouth. His thighs trembled beneath my hands, his body strung tight between pleasure and release.

I didn’t stop until he was completely spent—or so I thought. His cock never softened, still twitching faintly in my mouth. Brady’s and Cameron’s dicks were just as hard, their boners as hard as before.

“Fuck, this is insane,” Brady panted, his grin wide and breathless. “Usually takes me a minute after coming, but I’m still ready to go.”

We could only nod in agreement, the Molly buzzing through our veins like an electric current, keeping us all teetering on the edge of euphoria.

Brady leaned forward and helped me up, his hands steadying me as I swayed slightly, the lingering sensation of Asher still on my lips. Before I could catch my breath, Brady’s mouth was on me, his tongue swirling as I felt his warmth around my erection.

But then, we were interrupted.

A burly bouncer loomed in the doorway, his silhouette cutting against the dim light. His face was flushed with anger as he barked, “Raus hier! Sie haben für den VIP-Sexbereich nicht bezahlt!”

“What?” we exclaimed in unison, blinking at him through the haze.

“Out!” he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting through the thick fog of our high. “You’re done here. Not paid extra for this! Scheiße!”

Laughing and stumbling, we scrambled to collect ourselves, tugging on clothes with trembling hands and muffled giggles. The air still buzzed with horniness as the bouncer herded us out into the warm Berlin night, his curses following us.

Brady stretched his arms above his head, his grin wide and wicked. “I’ve never been this horny in my life. I swear, I could go all night!”

“Yeah, same. This is fucking insane,” I admitted, my pulse still thrumming in my ears.

Cameron and Asher exchanged a glance before declaring, almost in unison, “Back to the hostel—and let’s keep the party going!”

The four of us burst into laughter, high as kites, stumbling down the street, still lost in the crazy haze of a night.