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Smash Bros Bets 03
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Chapter 3: Waking Everyone Up
Jay didn’t say anything. He just kept staring, hand still slowly working his bulge. I stayed frozen on my stomach, breath slowing down, heart still racing.
Trevor hadn’t moved. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling like he was falling asleep after destroying my hole. Maybe he was already asleep, or maybe he was giving Jay space to do his thing. Either way, I was hyper-aware of Jay's stare. It was silent but my ears were ringing, from the tension I think.
Jay kept rubbing himself, then looked up at me and tilted his head slightly, as if asking permission without words. I just spread my legs a bit and he got the hint.
Jay crawled over to me and mounted me. I was still lubed up with vaseline and cum, so he wasn't going to have any trouble getting inside me. The question was whether my ass was going to accept another cock after I'd just cum.
He pulled his shorts down to mid thigh and lined up with me kind of sloppily. He had one hand on the floor holding himself up, and the other hand on my hip, while I braced for another pounding. He barely inserted when I heard another sound. A blanket shifting.
I looked over and saw Logan sitting up.
My brother.
His hair was messy, his eyes half-shut with sleep. He rubbed them slowly, like he wasn’t sure he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing. Then his eyes focused. First on Trevor's naked body lying on his back, then on Jay frozen in the pushup position above me, with the thick head of his dick inside me. We both looked at Logan, waiting to see what was going to happen, but not scared enough to actually move and hide it.
My mouth was still a little open, and I could feel the sweat cooling on my skin.
Logan just stared for a second. Then he stood up, adjusted the waistband of his mesh shorts, and asked quietly, "You ok?"
There wasn’t judgment in his voice. No panic. He was just literally checking in on me. It made me smile.
I nodded once.
He raised an eyebrow, like he was waiting for a real answer. I nodded more insistently.
"Okay," he said, stretching his arms and looking around the room. "Then I’m good too."
He walking toward us. My stomach flipped, and Jay started pushing into me further.
Trevor sat up again, legs spread, dick still hanging halfway hard. He rubbed it a couple times.
Logan knelt by my face, and for a moment I thought he was going to say something snarky, since that was our usualy dynamic, but he reached for his waistband instead. My heart was pounding. He was my brother. We were all eighteen, and I guess his teen hormones were telling him to pull out his cock and stick it in his brother's mouth. He pulled his shorts down to mid thigh and rubbed himself instinctively.
His thick, semi-hard cock wiggled in his hands like a big piece of rubber, swinging slightly as he stepped out of the mesh waistband and let them crumple to the floor. He was bigger than I expected, and I had seem him soft countless times. It almost didn't matter what his dick was like, it was just the fact that it was him that mattered in the moment.
It felt like my brain should've short-circuited, but it didn't. I just stared, panting slightly as Jay pressed in balls deep and held it there. The soreness from Trevor had faded once Jay hit that pleasurable spot inside me. And now I was just watching my brother calmly expose himself.
He looked at me and asked again, "You sure you're good?"
I got up onto all fours, letting Jay fall out of me, and faced Logan. That was all the answer he needed.
Logan shifted his hips forward and slapped his cock across my face a few times, then leaned over me and smacked my ass as he pressed the head to my lips. Jay quickly assumed the position behind me and got back into my hole. He thrust kind of quickly, and it pushed me onto Logan. It actually felt really nice in my ass from this angle. It might've been the best sensation I ever had, having a guy thrust in me from behind while I bobbed my head on my brother's red shaft.
Once they noticed I had become a horny little slut, they both started to give it to me pretty rough. Logan tore off his shirt at one point, and I saw his enviable abs. He obstructed my view when he put a hand on my head pushed in deep, forcing my jaw open and only letting me see pubes. Trevor shifted closer, jerking himself again. He moved to my side and rubbed my ass while Jay made it jiggle with his thrusts. My moans got slightly louder with the attention of three guys now, and soon Jay was squirting inside me. I felt his jizz run down to my already wet balls, but before it all dripped out, I felt Trevor's cock scooping it up to push it back into me. He lifted my hips roughly, spreading my legs assertively, because he knew he didn't need to ask at this point. I quickly felt his thick shaft hit my deepest parts.
Sam joined in again as well. Apparently he just had a brief "no homo" refractory period, because he joined my brother in passing my mouth back and forth. They would hold it in my throat until I gagged and then press my head down onto the other guy. It was like some experiment of what the limits of my body were. I was getting roughed up, and I was loving it, and I didn't see a limit coming soon at all.
Soon, another guy that I hadn't even noticed was awake crawled over, yanked his shirt off, and pulled down his shorts in one fluid motion. It was Logan's friend, Mark. His chest was covered in a dusting of hair, with solid pecs and that same lean teenage bulk the others had. Being eighteen, he apparently wanted his cock to get wet as much as the others, even if it was a guy's hole he was going to use. His cock was already hard, and he didn’t wait for an invitation. He pressed it to my lips while Logan held my head in place.
Then the rustling started. More bodies shifting. One by one, the others stirred.
A voice from the corner: "Yo, what the hell..."
Someone else laughed. "No fucking way."
Trevor glanced around the room, then said, "Relax, he just lost a bet."
That line made everyone chuckle, but it seemed to give everyone just enough context to stop asking questions. It broke the tension. One guy laughed and said he was going to sleep upstairs, then another guy said "that's some gay shit right there," and left too, but he was back less than five minutes later wagging his dick in my face. The awkwardness quickly melting away as I pleasured one dick after another. A series of thick, cherry red poles of flesh that needed a wet hole to bob on them. Whatever weird logic they needed to justify what was happening, that gave it to them.
Trevor came inside me again, and finally let go of my ass after a full minute frozen inside me. There was even more goo dripping out of me this time, but of course, as I shifted to lie on my back, it was quickly filled, and I wasn't even able to keep track of who was inside me, since there were multiple dicks in my face fighting for attention from my tongue.
One by one, the guyes shrugged it off and stepped forward to join the chaotic thrusting against both ends of my body. I stayed in the same position every time a dick came inside me and pulled away, already bracing for whoever came next. Jay leaned in and took his turn with my mouth while someone else pressed up in my ass. Logan didn't hesitate to move around to the side of me and start stroking himself, waiting for a gap so he could use my ass too. I felt a sense of pride that they were all excited to get off inside me. Trevor had simply lit a fuse during that bet, and it ignited something inside me that led to the whole group of guys giving me a crash course in being a girl for them.
As straight as they were, they didn't completely ignore my cock. I regularly got some quick hand action, and the feeling was my favorite part of the night, but I didn't want to cum again, afraid that I would lose some of the vigor I had for pleasuring all their dicks. So I would reach down and stop them after a few seconds each time, as if to say, just focus on your pleasure, not mine.
It was surreal. My body was limp, my holes open, my jaw slack. Most of them took me gently at first, testing my reactions, until they could see that I wouldn't resist no matter how hard they pushed. The only restriction was my gag reflex, and that was actually getting better as the night went on. As a group, they got rougher and rougher. At a certain point, I was sure I had take at least one load from each of them, but I was still being pulled and bent and lifted like a rag doll, passed around without a word as they humped me vigorously. It was like they were desperate to cum every time.
There were groans, loud slaps of skin, and the occasional whisper of, "I can't believe he's letting us do this," followed by more thrusts, more shared glances.
Yeah, it was happening. And they all wanted more turns with my body.
The sleepover had officially become a gangbang.
One of the guys whispered, "This is insane." Another just moaned as he slid into position behind me. The basement had turned into a slow-building, surreal ritual. There were seven of them were there now. It had been a couple hours since they all got up, and I was still taking it, still begging for more without ever speaking, just grunting and groaning as they gave me pleasure in my ass.
I looked down whenever I had the chance, looking at the bouquet of thick mushroom heads leaking and getting ready to pound my hole. I loved all the abs and muscular thighs and big ball sacks. I especially loved whichever thick shaft was penetrating me at the moment. I never got to look for long, because someone would grab my head and turn it to face their cock.
I didn’t have to explain anything to myself. I could just feel it. The weight of their bodies, the scent of sweat and skin, the power of being at the center of all of it. Seven guys total, and somehow I had taken them all. One by one.
Their muscles flexed around me, each of them built in that lean, high school athlete way, tight abs and thick thighs, their butts round and hard like they lived in a squat rack. Even when they passed me around, they were gentle sometimes. Other times not. I felt hands on my chest, my hips, my jaw. I felt mouths on my neck, heard whispers in my ear. I saw the way some of them looked at each other when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.
My hands were busy grabbing ass and pulling dick into my mouth. I reached for biceps and pulled them to my face so I could sniff their arm pits.
It was strange. Intimate. Like the whole room had dropped its defenses and inhibitions. One of them even grabbed the cock of the guy next to him at one point, and it was after they had both used me. They laughed about it, but neither really pulled away.
Someone muttered, “This is the weirdest shit I’ve ever done,” as he wiped sweat from his brow and climbed on top of me. Another muttered, “We’re never speaking of this again,” between staggered breaths just as he came inside my mouth.
Occasionally, one of the guys would kiss me. I massaged their tongues back, not even caring whose tongue was in my mouth at any given moment.
I wasn’t even gay for sure, or maybe I was, or maybe I just liked this. Them. The way they used me. The way they held me. I didn’t know what it all meant, but I cared less and less with each touch. I just let go.
I had taken probably twenty loads from the seven of them, when some of the guys started to pass out and return to their couches and sleeping spots. My arms and legs gave out at one point as well, and I lay on my back again. I was just there, limp between the last two guys standing, Logan and Trevor.
Like the dying breath of a classical feast, there were another few minutes of pure chaos when I could barely breathe. Logan had grabbed my head with both hands and was fucking my face, but he wasn't pulling out to give me a chance to breathe. He was thick enough that my throat was completely plugged. He held my head down with each gag, and I started to drift away a bit as my lungs begged for air. Still, my hands held his ass and pulled him into me. I didn't need to breathe until he wanted me to. Letting go of control was the best part of this. Trevor was inside my ass again, his large cock harder than ever, and even the sensation of getting stuffed drifted away as my body went slightly limp.
I sort of "came to" as they were switching places on me. I opened my eyes to see Trevor crawling over my body. I had barely registered what was happening when he sat his ass on my face, letting his hard dick rest on my forehead as he smothered me with his cheeks. I instinctively stuck out my tongue to taste his jock ass. There wasn't as much hair as I expected, and he groaned and gyrated on me as I did as much work as I could with my tongue. When he had enough, he angled his cock into my mouth and shoved in. He had produced a big glob of pre-cum pooled on the head of his dick, and I got to gulp the whole thing down immediately as he fed it to me eagerly. Logan shoved back inside my ass and leaned over my body, his face dangerously close to Trevor's ass as they started to hump me together, as if in a coordinated rhythm, each exploring me like I was theirs alone.
My body didn’t belong to me anymore. I was being passed around like a rag doll. I choked, drooled, moaned. My brother’s balls slapped my ass. Trevor’s hips smacked against my face.
They used me together, no breaks, no hesitation. And I loved it.
Not just the physical part, but the surrender. The way I gave in completely, letting them do what they wanted. There was something about knowing it was my older brother and Trevor, both of them taking over, using every part of me. It should have been horrifying.
The sun started creeping in through the basement windows.
Eventually, Logan grunted, and Trevor cursed under his breath.
I got my last two loads as they unloaded into me at about the same time, before they both sort of just collapsed. The night was over. I went to the bathroom to piss and let our some weird farts after being fucked all night. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot red from gagging all night. I actually felt like I looked older in the mirror. I had become a man, in my own, fucked up way. My body was sweaty and red. I literally saw handprints and scratches on me, little trophies I wouldn't forget. I took a selfie in the floor length mirror, showing my half hard cock hanging down and my ravaged body with all the signs of a wild night on it. I bent over to get a pic of my asshole between my legs. It was red and sore and gaping. Dried cum left spots all over my ass, and I pushed out a glob of white goo while I was taking a short video of it.
I hopped into the shower and rinsed off, came out naked, and plopped onto my blanket. I almost passed out right away, but an arm grabbed my shoulder. It was Trevor, and he nodded his head to me, gesturing me to join him in his blanket. I rolled over to him, lifted up his blanket and curled up into him. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was his arm wrapping around me, and his hips pressing into me.
Comments
IamJustBlake
So incredibly hot!
Robb DeSimone
Great story. Right up to the very end, where Trevor has him crawl under his blanket. HOT!
