Pairings ā Carlos Oliveira x male reader x Chris Redfield
ā ļøCWā ļø ā gay, gay sex, power-bottom male reader, sub-top Carlos Oliveira, sub-top Chris Redfield, threesome, anal, anal sex, anal fingering, blowjob, ass-eating (reader and Chris receiving), Carlos has a big dick, Chris has a big dick, Carlos tops Chris, reader calls them good boy and soldier boy, body worshipping, frotting, fleshlight fucking, double penetration, dick smacking, collaring, choking, face-sitting, orgasm denial, face-fucking, sex toys, dildo fucking, praise kink, ass refer to as pussy, nipple play, raunchy gentle sex (I think), rimming, overstimulation, somewhat unrealistic, size kink, dry humping, size difference, age difference, breeding, and scent kink.
Word count ā 11.8k
Summary ā you take a vacation from your job as support for Hound Wolf Squad. Chris and Carlos were fine with it until your temporary replacement started to stress them severely. Both men return home exhausted, jittery, and stressed ā you were gonna fix that.
Read before continuing ā If you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.
A/n ā screw canon. Original creator of the image
It was a quiet, peaceful afternoon. The home stood silent on a quiet cul-de-sac road in suburban America, with you as the only occupant. It was moderately sized, double-story, and fully paid offāthanks to the generous amount of money earned from your field. It was almost always empty, though. You and your older husbands worked for an international paramilitary organization, the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, always deployed on missions in different countries and continents, rarely spending time at home. However, Chris has been going rogue with you, and Carlos is following suit.
You worked in support of the men by gathering and providing intelligence and radio supportātelling them where the bioweapons were located and about enemy movements. Seamless operations where you and your two men work in unison and harmony as if you were extensions of each other's bodies and minds. The operation was done with minimal casualtiesāapart from the combatants.
That was until you took a vacation break. You lay sprawled out on the massive Wyoming king-sized bed, blankets covering every inch of your body apart from one leg sticking out. Pillows that were once organized and neat now found themselves all over the place, with your head buried and nuzzling the soft, pillowy mass. There was still a hint of Chris and Carlosās musk, a mix of cedarwood, smoke, and gunpowder with a sharp metallic tang. It was faint, but present. Despite them showering, the scent clung to their bodies like a cloud.
You received a message from them that theyāre coming homeāa mission was completed. Before you took your break, youād been coming home more often, probably because the number of bioweapons discoveries is on the decline. This is one of those instances where you and the older men get to indulge with each other, wash away, and relieve yourself of the stress and hassle of working for the BSAA.
Subconsciously, your hips started to grind against the mattress. Your fingers gripped the pillow as you buried your head further, inhaling as much of the musk as you could. Your loins were feverishly burning and aching, gyrating your hips slowly in a heavy and circular motion. Your breathing was heavy and panting. The thought of being sandwiched between two heavily rugged and muscular bodiesāfeeling their hairy torsos and stubble prickling your skin. Their worn, calloused hands groping and grazing your hips and ass as they press their mark on you.
Your face is buried between Carlosās hairy pectorals, groping the firm yet soft mounds, or being put into a headlock by Chris, marveling at his gigantic and muscular arms. You wanted to kiss and lick every ridge and crevice of their bodies, targeting the sweet spots that could pull a groan from their lipsātease and rile them until they pin you down and take turns defiling your body.
You donāt care if youāre considered greedy. Anybody would want to be in your position.
āNghā¦ā you whined, your teeth digging into the pillow. Soft whimpers slipped past your teeth as the blooming feverish burn spread to the rest of your body. Everything was warmer and searing hot despite being nakedāexcept a single garment of underwear. Beads of precum gush from the tiny slit, staining the threads of your underwear and seeping through to coat the blankets.
The human imagination is wonderful, as it conjures another vivid image that makes your dick throb. Both men were blessed with impressive endowments. Their massive dicks hung between their muscular tree-trunk thighs, dangling and flaccid, but still intimidating. Their balls were hefty and sagging, egg-shaped as cum churned internally. Even when erected, the combined length and girth made their massive dicks hang from the sheer weight. Especially when they were both in your hands.
You remembered the first time. Both older men had been competing with each other for months, and it came to a head after a night out at the bar. The memory was vague and blurry, but somehow, both men were stripped of their clothing, presenting you with their impressive assets and endowments. Your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened, a lustful and worried glint swirling and combining. Your mind was trying to process every detail, but your loins and ass were twitching with excitementāeager for their massive lengths.
Your ass clenched and unclenched, simulating the penetration. It was hungry, an endless black hole that wanted to swallow and struggle to absorb every girthy inch. Your mouth suddenly felt empty, your glands producing excess salivaāsome of which dribbled down your chin. Then the special words rang through your ears: both men wanted to know who was bigger. Was this really a dick-measuring contest? You didnāt expect this type of contest from men like Chris and Carlosāmaybe college frat boys, but men who were nearing their 50s? It was still endearing nonetheless.
Creeeeeaaakkk
The sound of the front doorās squeaking, rusted hinges echoed and filled the quiet house, followed by heavy footfallsācombat boots clicking against the foyerās tiled flooring. Your ears perked, pointing up like a rabbit detecting a predatorāthe predators being Chris and Carlos in your case. You hastily got up, almost tripping as your limbs were tangled with the blankets. Your dick remained erect, bulging against the tight threads of your underwear, begging to be released and breathe, flopping and throbbing in the air. It was noticeable to anyone, but you covered yourself with a robe before running down to greet your husbands.
When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you didnāt see any people other than discarded tactical gear and boots by the door. You heard movement from the living room and followed to find Chris and Carlos slouched on the expansive sofa, arms perched on top, legs spread open. The air around the older men was quiet instead of the usual flirts from Carlos or praise from Chris. It felt heavy, dense with static. The only thing that shattered the stillness was Carlos's incisive tapping of his feetāhe clearly seemed annoyed. Chris wore a scowl that looked as if it was baked onto him.
Something must have happened. Was it your temporary replacement until you returned?
You couldnāt help but ogle the older men's bodies without their combat gear. Carlos sported a tight-fitting black t-shirtāthe Umbrella Corporationās logo since ripped offāthat hugged his pronounced muscles, particularly his bulging pectorals. The hems of the arm-holes made his protruding biceps most notable, large, and muscularāand his green cargo pants were slightly undone, leaving your mind to wander for a moment.
Chris was the same as Carlos, messy and undone, except he strutted in a tight compression undershirtāhugging his muscular frame, bulging biceps, and broad shoulders. His pants were in a similar state to Carlos's. You could see a print forming at the crotchāno, youāll have enough time later.
āHow are my two most favorite peopleāā you didnāt get to finish your sentence when Carlos pulled you onto his lap, burying his head in your neck. The robe you were wearing was discarded and thrown over the couch. Your dick grinded against Carlosās muscly thigh, but he didnāt pay mind to itāsurprisingly. Your nose was filled with the familiar musky scent of gunpowder, sweat, and smoke. Carlosā scruffy beard rubbed against your collarbone; you could feel him sniffingāinhaling your calming scent as his calloused hand gripped your waist, playing with the bands of your underwear.
āFucking awful, cariƱo,ā Carlos grunts. You were no stranger to Carlosā embrace after a successful mission. He holds you and leans to your level to pepper your skin with open-mouth kisses and bites, muttering praise for your work and typical flirts. Now, the man was acting like a feral animal that had gone days without hunting for food.
āThat replacement of yoursā¦ they performed suboptimally.ā Chris chimed as the couch crunched and sank from the combination of the two menās weight. You feel Chrisās muscular arm wrapping around your midsection, pressing his forehead on your shoulder.
āBy suboptimal, do you mean it's because they werenāt me?ā You inquired, your eyebrow raised, waiting for a response. You combed through Carlosās shaggy, jet-black curlsāthe strands of hair twisting and twirling between your fingers.
Chris opened his mouth to respond, but Carlos beat him.
āYeah, they just arenāt you, cariƱo. We work so much better with you and not so well with them. Being near them felt soul-suckingāeven on comms.ā Carlos said, his voice a mix between annoyance and flirtation. Chris hummed in agreement.
āOh, come on, they couldnāt have been that bad. I'm in the prime years of intense migraines, and my body already feels like it's gonna collapse. Also, I think I have permanent eye strain.ā That was the main reason for your vacation break; it was too much.
The banging and throbbing headaches that felt like something was gonna burst out of your head, and staring at a monitor filled to the brim with information that you had to relay to your team? Plus, the constant anxiety of either Carlos or Chris, or both, being severely injured or killed was another factor.
āI think you just need a little more exercise, cariƱo.ā Carlos joked.
āWow, Iām still in good shape, I think.ā You huffed, playfully slapping Carlosās bicep. Even Chris laughed, his chuckle vibrating against your back.
āWe should take an early retirement. We have enough money. And we can spoil our little minx.ā Chris groans, rubbing his head against your shoulder before pressing open-mouthed kisses like Carlos.
āThe command at BSAA would be running around like chickens with no heads,ā you replied, soft gasps slipping through your teeth as both men worshipped your body with their mouths and hands.
āIām starting to hate those cabrones. Something fishy is going on. Just wanna be here with you.ā Carlos says. Was that a weak whimper you heard towards the end? The ministrations from both older men were weakening, transitioning to butting heads. Theyāre tired, but you could feel the undertone of desire and arousalāthey wanted to ravage you.
āHow about you both take a shower and meet me in the room? Let me take the reins,ā You purred, lifting Carlos's head and pulling Chris to face you. Both men were stunned, but didnāt protest. They usually took the dominant roleāthis was new. Your hands left their chins and flattened against their clothed groins, palming their bulges. Choked hisses and groans were pulled from the lips as you teased them.
āIāll be waiting.ā
xxx
You were sitting on the master bed, doodling with your phone as you waited for both Carlos and Chris. You werenāt doing anything on it, fantasizing about having both older men wrapped around your fingersāthis was the first time youāve taken the reins. Your dick was pulsing and throbbing, bobbing between your thighs. Then, the common sound of the door hinges squeaking, and the heavy footsteps pull your attention.
And there they stood, completely naked, with their massive, heavily muscular bodies on full display for your viewing pleasureāonly you get to see this, no one else. A grin spread across your face, your eyes glossing over the older men, and wetting your chapped lips with saliva. They were built like gods, sculpted with divine hands, piece by piece.
They were mountains of rolling muscles from years of working as a mercenary-guerilla fighter and military/law-enforcement service. Both men sported nearly the same powerful physiqueābroad, brick-built shoulders that are perfect for resting your head on, well-defined muscular arms that could crush a fruit or put you in a chokehold, and plush, meaty pectorals with pretty nipples to motorboat or fondle.
Carlos was hairier than Chris, his meaty pectorals covered in a pelt forest, except for his perky, bright pink nipples that looked like an oasis jewel found in the deep trenches of the rainforest. It converged past his mounds and trailed down his body, leading to his abdomen, where your happy meal awaits. His forearm was dusted with strands, mainly the upper area. Chris has hair dusted in certain regions; his arms and pectorals had a fine coating of hair, not as much as Carlos. Nonetheless, they represented peak masculinity in the rawest, most primal, and most natural form.
While their bodies were something to admire and worship, their dicks stole the show. Both men have impressive endowments. Nuzzled between their muscly, thick thighs was their massive, flaccidāyes, flaccidācocks, hanging like apples from a tree. You could feel drool dribbling past your lips, your eyes locked on their cocks, your body having a physical reactionāyour heart pounding between your ribs with anticipation, and your ass aching to be filled to the brim with their meat.
Both are eight inches, nine and some more when fully erected, and thick as a can of Coca-Cola. Veins snaked around their massive shafts; the main protruding one is most sensitive. Both men wore their crowns proudly; Carlos had his pulled back, while Chrisās remained covering his flustered, pink cockhead. Carlosās dick was slightly darker with a muted pink cockhead; Chrisās was paler and had a bright, flustered pink cockhead. Their family jewels hung heavy and churning with backed-up cum.
And all of this was for you.
āI canāt believe this is all for me.ā You purred, getting up from the bed and walking towards both men. Carlos had his arms resting on his hips, carefree and smirking, interested in what you have planned. Chris had his arms crossed with one hand on his chināgod, his hands were beefy and thick.
You stood before the two, feeling like a dwarf compared to them despite being of average height. Both men came closer until you were sandwiched on both sidesātheir massive, flaccid cocks brushing against your thighs. One hand rested on Carlosās hairy pectorals, and the other grazed Chrisās chiseled, defined abs. The hair was silky and smooth, but scruffy to the touchāCarlosās pectorals felt squishy with some firmness.
āDidnāt shave for you, cariƱo. I know how much you love Carlosās personal bushāforest?ā Carlos smirks, a soft moan slips and fills the room as your fingers briefly graze his sensitive nipple. You could feel his cock pulsing softly, slowly growing against your flesh.
āGood boy.ā You cooed.
Carlos choked on saliva, coughing as red heat flooded his cheeks. Heās never been called a good boy, but hearing the words leave your mouth activated the neurons in his brain. Usually, he would say something more intimate in response, but nothing came up, as if his brain was a desert. Being called a good boy stopped him in his tracks. The older man guesses his dick is now the brain as the flaccid piece of meat was growing in length and girth.
You hummed at the reaction Carlos was experiencing and turned to your other man.
āCanāt forget about my obedient soldier boy.ā You swooned, tracing fingers across Chrisās defined absātapping the rock-hard muscles. āNeed to let go of that dominant energyā¦ā Your hand moved to his muscular arms, softly gripping them and moving them to the side, giving you full access to his body.
āAnd let me take control.ā Your hand was quick to grope the older manās pectorals, specifically his nipple. Your fingers rubbed circles and gently pinched the solid nubsāa satisfied grin appeared as Chrisās massive body shuddered under your ministrations. Loud, choked groans slipped out like a flood, overshadowing Carlosās. Like beforehand, you can feel his cock rising and hardeningāthe length and girth expanding.
Chris could feel the tingling sensation ignite his bodyāthe feeling of your fingertips prancing and playing with his nipples was something he could get drunk from. His nipples were one of the most sensitive points, something that can be exploited to turn him into a moaning mess. He was a tough nut to crack; besides being a soft, sugar cookie around you and Carlos, he still had the aura of a commander and dominant man. Yet, here he was, a moaning mess as your fingers toyed with his nubs. His massive cock was growing, grinding against your thigh as he yearned for stimulation.
āMmm, guess who the luckiest guy is who has two hung men to enjoy? Meeee.ā You chuckled, your hands wrapping around Carlosās and Chrisās massive cocksāyour fingertips barely grazing each other from the sheer girth. The massive things were growing and throbbing in your palms, the veins pulsing against your skin as you pointed both cocks toward yourself. Your dick jumped with reinvigoration from the hefty weight in your palms.
Chris groaned from the sudden change of pace and from your muse. āAlready having too much fun.ā His breath hitched and slowed.
āThat was bad, but sexy, chico. I do have the largest natural dick in the world.ā Carlos boasted, chuckled under his breath, tilting his head back and biting back a groan. āThis all-natural dick is one of two keys for this slutty hole,ā Carlos grunts, gritting his teeth as his meaty, calloused palm gently slapped your cheek.
A soft gasp escaped your mouth, but something in you snappedāa new feeling of power overcame you. You tightly gripped and squeezed Carlosās and Chrisās massive shafts. Both men let out guttural groans, gasping from the switchāthe soft laughing from Carlos was snuffed out. Chris muttered, āGoddamn it, Carlos,ā under his shaky breath. You huffed, and a sweet, innocent laugh reverberated between the two men, but they knew it wasnāt innocentāfar from it.
āNot gonna continue?ā You dared, fake pouting at the pained but aroused expressions of both Carlos and Chris. You could feel the massive things throbbing and pulsing more than expectedāhushed moans further piqued your interest. The male penis is quite sensitive to personal preferences; this was new. Did they like having their cocks aggressively handled like this? Like those gooners on Twitter who like torturing their cocks (powerful strokes)?
Experimenting, you began moving your hand around them, up and down, keeping the same grip. The soft, clean skin moved with your strokes, every ridge and vein. The foreskin swallowed the cockheads before pulling backāexposing the muted and bright pink cockheads. Carlo and Chris were silenced, only letting out guttural moans and groans from the rough, but pleasurable treatment.
āO-Oh, fuckā¦ f-ffeeelll so good.ā Chris moans, his eyes and head rolling back. It was like fucking your tight ass: the same grip and warmth were too familiar. The older man had the urge to grab your hips and start humping you like a horny dog, grinding his massive dick against your thigh. His mind was descending further into submission, letting you use him like a real-life dildo.
āD-donāt stopā¦ c-cariƱoā¦ please donāt,ā Carlos whines, his body shuddering from the pleasurable sensation. His chest heaved as his breathing became heavy. The bravado from earlier was stomped out, forced into submission by your expert handsāsqueezing his dick roughly, but he was surprisingly enjoying this. He can feel his brain shutting down, replaced by a submissive autopilot. His body felt warm as he subconsciously moved his hips, chasing a high that he needed to be satiated. His hand was itching to lay itself on youāhold you.
āYou take what I give you.ā You barked, removing your hand from Carlosās dick and slapping the heavy, massive piece of meat. Yes, you actually slapped his dick. There was an audible skin-to-skin contact and a gasped groan. You watched as it swayed slightly left to right, barely moving because of how hard it was.
āĀ”Mierda!ā Carlos howled, looking down at you with a shocked expression. He just had his dick smacked like it was being punished for a crimeāwhich was the truth. Yet, his dick was leaking beads of precum. Long strings of the translucent fluid gushed and dripped down his length. His dick had a mind of its own and throbbedābegging for more.
āIām learning something new about you every day.ā You said, humming and smirking. āAs for you, my soldier boyāyouāve been a good boy, why not indulge?ā You removed your hand from Chrisās dick, the older man missing the warmth, but he knew what you were insinuating. Without hesitation, his meaty hands grip your rear and thigh.
You could feel his massive cock press against your skin; it pulsed and leaked before he started ruttingāfrantically humping your thigh. Precum smeared everywhere, his laboured breathing was close to your ear. Panting like a dog, and humping like oneāhis codename is Alpha. Maybe he would want to change that.
You sighed with content. This man, who's been dominant in the relationshipāalongside Carlos, was rendered into a whining, humping mess. You listened to him, thanking you for this opportunity. Your free hand comes to cup his cheek, Chris leaning into the embrace and rubbing his scruffy stubble against your palm.
Carlos, meanwhile, was having his dick slapped and toyed with. His drying, shaggy hair stuck to his forehead as his body was becoming unbelievably hot. āC-cariƱoā¦ please, need youā¦ need you to touch me again.ā
āMmm? You promise to be a good boy?ā You breathed, cupping his cheek and cooing. Carlosās hand holds your wrist gently, thumbing the skin as he eagerly nods and begs that heāll be good. You peered down to see his dick bobbing, aching for contact. You watched him discreetly thrust his hips, trying to hide his way of temptations.
āMmm, I donāt think you deserve it, yet.ā You pondered. Carlos wanted to protest, but you spoke before he could. āSoldier boy deserves some reward, you must watch and continue strokingāBUT, you canāt cum.ā You gave your final verdict. It was time to change pace.
xxx
Carlos lay beside Chris on the Wyoming king bed, dick in hand, and his head tilted to the side. His breathing was soft and slow, his hand moving languidly up and downāyou were in between Chrisās hairy, muscular thighs, his dick inches away from your mouth. His jaw was slackened open as he was harnessing his self-control.
āNo touching, soldier boy.ā You motioned towards one of his hands pinned to his chest.
āU-understoodā¦ J-just need your mouthā¦ please.ā Chris said, whining but understanding the clear boundary you set forth. You gave the older man a warm smile, gripping his massive dick by the base. You let go of Chrisās hand, transferring it to cup his heavy, hairy ballsāyour fingers rubbing the soft sack.
āSo bigā¦ smells so good.ā You moaned, bringing it closer to your face. The scent of the body wash with a hint of masculine musk filled your nostrils, saliva pooling in your mouth as Chrisās dick looked intimidating up close. Chris gasps softly as your nose points against his sensitive dick.
Your tongue flattened against the underside, licking the skin until you reached the cockhead. Chris kept his hands glued to the side, his fingers digging into sheets. You take his moans with pride and continue. You slowly pulled back the shield covering the tip until it revealed the precum-coated, pink cockheadābeads of precum oozing from the slit. Licking your lips, you sealed your mouth around the head. The bitter and salty taste of precum flooded your taste buds. Your tongue swirls and flicks while your hand performs deep, long strokesāattempting to cause more precum to ooze.
Chris pressed his head against the pillow supporting him, his back arched, followed by a series of moans slipping out of his mouth. Carlos mimicked the motion with sultry, deep moans. You ordered him to follow your movement to make it challenging.
āTastes so sweet, it looks good enough to eat.ā You slurred, licking and slurping until the pink cockhead was cleansed of precum. You hummed contentment, savoring the bitter, salty flavor. Not one to take breaks, you slipped the cockhead back into your mouth and slowly maneuvered down the length.
Chris felt like he was on cloud nine. He couldnāt tell if the air was being punched or sucked out of him. Every inch your mouth swallows, you sucked and pull back with a loud pop before taking the rest. His body twitched under your grasp; he could feel his asscheek muscles clenching and flexing. Maybe he should be like this all the time. Then he feels every inch of his cock is wrapped securely in your tight, warm mouth. He feels your saliva heavily coating his cock.
āMmmm.ā Chrisās massive meat muffled your moans, stuffing and drowning the sound. Your moans did send stimulation. Your cheeks burned with a fiery sensation. Your nose was buried deep in the older manās pubic region, his furry patch tickling your nose. Youāve taken these men into your mouth several times, but the struggle has been evident.
You choked and coughed aggressively as the cockhead pushed past your tonsils and into your esophagus. Tears welled in the ducts, threatening to roll down your cheeks as you slobbered around the massive piece of meat. Much to Chrisās pleasure, your throat spasming and clenching around his dick added to the experience. But once youāve gathered your bearings, you begin bobbing your head up and down.
As you bobbed your head on the massive, hard piece of meat, your tongue ran around the length, targeting the prominent veins and the cockhead when half of his dick was in your mouth. Your lips were tight as you hollowed out cheeks, suctioning and tightening your throat around him. Precum flooded your mouth, extracting another moan as it was the best-tasting substance youāve had.
Chris was a moaning, whining mess. While sucking his dick, you watched him resist the urge to grab your head and face fuckāhe wants to stay a good boy in your graces. His chest heaved like he was struggling to breathe, his defined muscles flexed and tensed, and his dusted chest hair was matted. To your right, Carlos was in the same condition, moaning softly as he stroked his dick, mimicking your technique. His hairy pectorals were matted, and his nipples were rock-hardāyou could make out a foam string of precum accumulating around the cockhead.
Your dick throbbed and spewed strings of precum, coating the sheets under. The room was filled with dick slurping and slobbering, the wet squelching sound of stroking, and the husky, choked moans from both men. If you lived in an apartment, you wouldāve most likely received noise complaints.
āF-fucking hellā¦ oh godā¦ youāre milking my dickās-so much. I-I canāt.ā Chris grunts, almost like he was growling like a feral animal. His teeth ground against each other, and his body was sweaty and shakingāhe could feel his climax. You sensed his climax from his tensing and pulsing in your mouth, his massive dick expanding, and his balls tightening to his taint.
āNot so fast, soldier boy.ā You gasped, pulling back with an audible, wet pop. Your breathing was heavy and slow, your warm breath brushed against the massive, heavy meatāit twitched from the cold, missing your mouth. Webs of precum and saliva stretched until they were skinny strings of fluids, dipping before breakingādisconnecting your mouth and Chrisās cockhead contact.
āB-babyā¦ why d-did you stop? Thought I wasāā Chris groans, leaning forward with perplexity painted on his face. His dick throbbed painfully. He was on the cusp of his orgasmāass and toes clenched. His heavy sack churned a thick load, and he was prepared to fireāshoot his thick, creamy load down your throat, draining his balls of weeks' worth of cum. Yet, the cannon fire was called when your mouth left his dick bare without the comfort of your warm, wet oral cavity.
āBecause I want every inch of one of my favorite sausages.ā You purred, your eyes half-lidded as you gave the aching, flustered cockhead a soft kiss. Your eyes scanned the impressive length; it was completely drenched with your saliva, glistening like both men on a hot summerās day at the beach. Your face lowered until it was at face-level with Chrisās furry balls.
Chris was confused by your statement, but it wasnāt long until he got his answer. The confusion that whirled in his eyes turned into exhilarationāthroaty, guttural groans slipping out of his mouth. His head fell back as your silky, warm mouth embraced his furry sackāyour tongue lathering, your mouth sucking, and your hand fondling. Chris reached out for the nearest thing, groping and kneading the firm but soft object. It felt hairy?
Carlos groans as he feels a rough, meaty hand grope his right pectoral. He looks over to see Chris playing with his mound like it was a stress ball. He chuckles softly, āI always knew you liked these pecsā¦ staring at them whenever Iām wearing compression shirtsā¦ y-yeahā¦ just like that.ā
Carlos squeezed his dick, gritting his teeth as he wanted to prevent an orgasm; he was going to beat your challenge. It was taking a toll on him as he had to ruin several potential releasesāhe was tired and weak. He weakly reached out and returned Chrisās favor, playing with his pectoral and nippleāhis signature grin plastered on his face as the other man looked at him.
Chris couldnāt respond; his mind was foggy and mushy. His tongue perched out of his mouth as you gargled his balls, swishing them with your tongue. You moan softly, savoring the fresh, clean flavor and scentāyou wonder how much cum was sloshing around. Your right hand stroked the length, the wet squelching rang in your ear.
Your tongue traveled lower, licking Chrisās taintāthe fuzzy hair gliding against your tongue. The fuzziness intensified as Chrisās hairy cheeks rubbed your cheeks. You slightly pulled them, revealing the older manās puckered, pink hole. Grinning, your hands gripped Chrisās thighs as your tongue lapped the ring of muscles, which twitched with each lick. The older manās eyes widened, from Carlos toying with his pectorals to your tongue lavishing his hole was overstimulating his body. His balls tightened, and his dick throbbed, but the desperate orgasm was ruined when you squeezed his length.
āP-please let me cum, babyā¦ Need to cumā¦ hurts.ā Chris groans and whines. You only hummed in response, slowly stroking his dick and teasing his asshole. The older man needed to cum! Release the pent-up load until his balls are drained. His mind was numb and mushy as the orgasm denial was getting to him. He could swear that his dick was becoming purpleāor more flustered, deep red.
Then he feels the familiar warmth that he craved and the tapping on his thighs. That was the signal heās been yearning for. āUrrrgghhh,ā Chris grunts as the tension in his muscles relaxes, his body turning into mush as he unloads.
You felt his cock throbbing down your throat and his furry balls tightening. It wasnāt long until the first shot of cum hit your tongue. The thick, sticky, and delicious seed filled your mouth. āMmmmmmm!!ā You moaned. It was like a torpedo or a volcano as thick ropes of cum spewed from the slit, spraying the back of your throatāthe creamy load sliding down with ease. You revelled in the taste, enjoying and swallowing every drop of cum, guzzling it down your endless gullet.
Chris labeled this as his most intense orgasm. It felt like every part of his being was drained. His body collapsed and remained still as your mouth milked his dickāyour hand squeezing out every drop. Everything was now hazy, his breathing ragged, and his body felt airy. You detached from the dick, licking your lips and the cockhead of any leftoversāgulping the rest.
You looked over Chrisās disheveled, sweaty body. You were like the succubus that drained the energy, or in this case semen, of their latest victim. Chrisās dick was still erect, leaving you awestruck and giddy; he was ready for more. But it was diminishing in length and girth leisurely. Your attention turned to Carlos. He was still stroking his dick; it looked raw and a deep red. The massive thing was pulsing as if it were about to pop.
āC-cariƱoā¦ p-por favorā¦ did what you asked of meā¦ need to cumā¦ need your mouth.ā Carlos grits, letting go of his throbbing, red cock.
You rolled from Chrisās legs to Carlosās, intending to give the older man his reward for resisting his orgasm. Grabbing the length by the base, you tapped the throbbing cockhead against your tongueāmoaning at the unique flavor from the accumulation of precum. Pained, but relieved, groans slipped out of Carlosās mouth as you took his whole cock, sheathing the massive thing. He was confused when you didnāt initiate, but he saw that look in your eyesāyou wanted him to fuck your face.
āThank you, cariƱoā¦ Oohhh, I love you so much, baby.ā Carlos groans, his hands tangling themselves in your hair strandsāgripping with an iron grip. He started thrusting his hips into your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin. Your choking and gargling, the fapping of Carlosās heavy balls, and his needy and thankful moans filled the room. You did your best to keep up the pace, but since heās been masturbating, his dick was incredibly sensitive.
Ā”Mierda! G-gonna cum soonā¦ your mouth feels so goodā¦ d-dont want this to endā¦ N-next time I get first dibs.ā Carlos moans as he chases his much-needed release. His balls that have been churning and sloshing cum flowed to the urethra. You felt the same throbbing and it wasnāt long before you were fed another load of hot, thick, creamy seed and left another man drained of his energy.
Carlos let out guttural, raspy groans as his balls were drained and the life was sucked out of his dick. He squeezed Chrisās pectorals before slouching beside the exhausted man.
āYouāve been such good boys for me, but weāre not finished.ā You announced, licking your lips of any remaining cum. Carlos and Chris perked up, bewilderment and arousal written on their facesāthey just blew their loads, but their cocks havenāt gone flaccid. Both twitched and bobbed at what you have planned next, but neither man knows if they can handle it.
āĀ”Dios mĆo!ā
āOh shitā¦ fuck..ā
Both men muttered and moaned, hissing under their breaths. Chris had his legs spread wide open with Carlos sliding between them like a missing puzzle pieceāthe mercenary's legs overlap Chrisās. Their hairy asses, balls, and massive dicks rubbed against each other. They could feel their cocks twitching and pulsing from the contact. The warm, wet skin is grinding together, trading and mixing fluids. Carlos and Chris could feel their cocks expanding against each other as a new wave of arousal flooded their systems.
A flurry of moans filled the room as you wrapped both of your hands around them, pumping slowly and spitting to lather their cocks until they glistened like sunscreen-coated skin. You marveled at the feeling of having both menās cocks in your hands, your eyes glinting with intrigue and lustānot to mention your mouth salivating again like you didnāt swallow two massive loads of cum.
Their dicks felt raw in your hands. You could feel the individual veins beatingāpulsing under your palms like they're alive, like a heart. Your pumps were precise and mellowed, your thumbs pressed against their cockheads, drawing out stuttered moansābroken and raspy. There was the sound of wet squelching and fapping mixing with the heavy breaths and moans.
āB-baby, pleaseā¦ we just cameā¦ fucking christā¦ā Chris begged, gasping and clenching the bed. He could feel his and Carlosās dick throbbing under the careful strokes of your hand. His raw, overstimulated cock pulsed and ached, already leaking beads of precumāhis balls churning another load.
āIām not gonna stop until I milk you both dry.ā You purred, grinning as the sense of dominance was exhilarating. You already had these men wrapped around your finger, but you were gonna make them wholly addicted to youāmore than they already are.
āāĀ”Dios mĆo! CariƱoā¦ donāt stopā¦ got my dick feeling so goodā¦ hurts, but hurts so good.ā Carlos moans, his hips bucking into your handāgrinding and mashing his dick and balls further against Chrisās.
Both menās brains were fried beyond belief, consumed by lust and the primal need to nut and breed. Their eyes are either rolling back into their skull or going cross-eyed as their cocks leaked like fountainsāspilling a new batch of the bitter, salty nectar. Their refractory period is extraordinary for their ageāa bonus in your eyes as their libido is insatiable.
āKeep strokingā¦ yeahā¦ keep stroking my dickā¦ā Chris grunts, his head rolling back into the pillow. His hips followed Carlosās, bucking into your hand and entering a rhythm. All Chris could think about was how hot it felt when Carlosās dick rubbed against hisātheir massive, thick cocks trapped and squeezed together, gliding against each other as precum oozed from the tips and lathered their lengths.
As Carlos and Chris humped your hands, trying to chase and fulfill their sweet release, you watched their every expressionāthe pain transitioning into pleasure. Their faces remind you of those gooner videos from Twitter. Unhinged and disturbing, but kinda hot. Tongues sticking out and drooling over their chins, cross-eyed with nothing behind those irises other than the primal urge to spray their seed, and the aggressive humping.
They would make rounds on porn platforms. Again, you were greedy, and this was only meant for you to see. Only you get to see your older men act like complete goonersāmindless and horny, nothing in their brains but the urge to fuck you and spill their seed.
āHow about we take things up a notch?ā You motioned to the drawer, hinting that there was something special in the wooden compartment. Carlos and Chris were too consumed to hear what you were saying, all senses muted besides touch. You chuckled, amused by their hypnotized state. When you removed your hand, both men groaned and hissed, but continued to grind their cocksācraving the stimulation you left empty.
āW-whyād you stop, babyā¦? Need those hands againā¦ shit just like that, Carlos.ā Chris pleaded.
āWhat do you mean, take things up?ā Carlos asked, panting as he continued to buck and roll his hips. āYeah? Like this? Youāre so needy and submissive, it suits you.ā Chris fired back that Carlos was also good at being submissiveāearning a chuckle from the other man.
You used the opportunity to crawl to the other side of the bed, where the drawer was. The bickering behind you ceased, filled in only by muttered curses and groansāprobably because you purposefully put your ass on display, arching it and giving them a show, a preview for the main event. You snickered, giving a little shake to further their horny temptations.
Chris and Carlos wanted nothing more than to reach out and worship your plump, voluptuous assāknead the flesh with their rough hands, the fat spilling through their fingers as they squeeze the mounds. But at last, they could only watch, not touch, until you say so.
You gripped and yanked the handle, the drawer slid open, squeaking, and the contents rattled from the force. During your vacation time, while both men were overseas, you had some urges that needed to be satiated, or you wouldāve blown up both of their phones with nudes and videos of you whining for their dicks.
You browsed through Amazon and other sites, scrolling and clicking random products, assuming what you and the boys would enjoy. You even went down to the local sex shop for some itemsāthe cashier gave you that knowing look as they scanned your items. You grabbed the items and closed the drawer, smirking as you crawled back to them.
āW-what is that..?ā Chris manages to say, eyeing the boxed items, squinting his eyes to read what was on the box. You sat upright, picking at the box.
āA double-ended dildo, something for you two to test.ā You proclaimed, tearing the box open and removing the extra packagingāyour fingers eagerly pulling and clawing at the material, beaming at what was to transpire. The description says that the dildo measures 12 inches overall, with veins snaking around it like a roadmap, and offers a realistic frenulum and glans. The veins were detailed with distinct shades of muted blue before breaking off into smaller veins. The dildo was a fleshy, pink color, with the cockheads being a bright pink colorāsimilar to Leonās when he fucked you while Chris and Carlos watched from the sidelines.
That was a story for another day.
āOh fuckā¦ You canāt really be thinking that.ā Carlos muttered, his eyes widened, shock evident in his voice as he watched you play with the massive dildo. Doubt and worry swam in Carlosās stomach, but his dick throbbed at the thought of a dildo ramming its way into his sacred place. He doesnāt mind his ass being eaten out, but it was off limits to penetration, but the thought of the dildo splitting him open and pushing deep caused his brain to short-circuit.
āBabyā¦ Iā¦ā Chris couldnāt form a coherent sentence. His mind was easily hazy and clouded, short-circuiting when you presented the dildo. The dominant mentality was eroding and was replaced with submission and wanting to be used by you for your pleasure while he sits back.
āEach of you gets 6 inches! It's simple, and if you do this for meā¦ā You murmured, purring as you returned to all fours and leaned forward with your back arched, your ass shaking in the air as you gave teasing kitten licks on their throbbing cockheadsāmoaning audibly at the flavor of their combined precum and the musky scent wafting around them. āYou both get to have my little bud, thatās if youāre good.ā
āGoddamn, babyā¦ ām your good boyā¦ need to feel you, more of you.ā Chris whines, groaning as his overstimulated, pink cockhead is flicked by your tongue. His lower half is spasming. He was descending further into a headspace.
āSeriously, cariƱo..? Get to feel that tight assā¦ need to feel itā¦ breedā¦ Iāll be good.ā Carlos pants.
āI know youāre good boys. Now, Carlos, you have to go back some.ā You mewled, cooing as you pulled back, cupping their faces in your palms. Carlos obeyed and scooted back. There was a notable sweat stain, similar in shape to Carlosās ass. You prepared the massive toy, popping the lubricant bottle open. You squirted the wet, slick substance on your palm and latheredāstroking the dildo as if it were Chris and Carlos.
The wait was gnawing. Chrisā and Carlosā nerves were spiraling out of control, but the sight of you eagerly and professionally coating the massive toy eased them. Once you figured it was suitable, you positioned the cockheads at their entrances.
Carlos and Chris hissed, gritting their teeth in pain as they felt the blunt, silicon cockhead of the dildo nudge against their tight ring of muscles. It wasnāt until your soft, soothing voice entered their earsābreathy and velvety as their tensed muscles relaxed. Then, the tip pushed in, and the floodgates opened.
Guttural, throaty groans rang out as the dildo seamlessly slid in without any resistance. Carlos and Chris could feel the oxygen bursting out in broken groans and gasps as the dildo stretched and pushed into depths that werenāt conceived of. Their muscles trembled from the new feelings as their asses were stretched wider. Their hairy taints pressed together as the dildo was fully sheathed. As the tension cooled, Carlos and Chris let out breathy pants, their asses clenching around the silicon toyāthey could feel the veins molding against the gummy walls and the cockhead poking something that made their dick ache and leak.
But you werenāt done. Not in the slightest. You unboxed a fleshlight, removed the casing, and took out the rubbery sleeve. It felt squishy and soft in your handsāstretchy and tight as your fingers wiggled and explored. Like the dildo, you squirted a significant amount of lubricant. Your silence and the sound of gushing liquid attracted Carlosās attention.
āCariƱoā¦ whatās thatā¦ shit, ride thatā¦ā Carlos moans, broken as he pushes back and forward on the dildo; Chris does the same to some extent. Their sweaty taints and greasy dicks slapped togetherāit was like a sword fight with two massive swords trying to push the other into surrendering.
āOh, just another thing I wanna tryā¦ I am gonna need you to pause.ā You said, eyes raised as you glanced at the man.
āJodida mierdaā¦ we both wonāt fit, CariƱoā¦ā Carlos groans, stilling his movementāslapping Chris' thigh as a sign to stop. The other man groans in displeasure, the silicon cockhead was grazing his prostateāso close, but not enough to ram into.
āYou both fit in my ass just fine! Iāll make it workā¦ and if it breaks, Iāll just use Chrisās card to buy a new one.ā You smiled, humming and shrugging your shoulders as you positioned both menās dicks under the entrance of the toy, lubricant oozing from the hole.
āUse my card for whaaaaaattttttāā Not another word was mumbled as Carlos and Chris felt their cockheads enter something, something that was tight, wet, and cold. Their asses clenched around the double-sided dildo as a flurry of moans and hisses slipped past their teeth. Their raw, overstimulated, and throbbing dicks were tightly enclosed, grinding against each other as the rubbery sleeve swallowed every inch. A slick, wet squelch sound echoed as they bottomed out, filling the sleeve to the brim.
Their cockheads were bulging from the end; you could make out their flustered tips through the stretchy rubber. They looked like caged beasts that wanted to escape containment, clawing and poking through the barriers. You didnāt give them a chance to gather their thoughts. You started to pump the toy, slow, long strokes that left both men on the edge, twisting the silicone slightly at a steady pace.
Like the horny dogs they were, Carlos and Chris bucked their hips into the anal sleeve; the rich ribbed texture and sloppy interior from the lubricant mimicked the feeling of your ass. It was mind-numbing and tricking to see how similar the experience was. It wasnāt better than the real thing, but a close second. Their frantic bucking caused the dildo buried deep in their asses to ram into the bundle of nerves.
Beads and strings of precum mixed with lubricant, the sound emitted was raw and filthyānot to mention the wet slapping of their balls as the lubricant seeped through and coated their sacks. The tight enclosure of the toy was milking them as if they were cattle, their dicks grinding and frottingāthe foreskins peeling back. You could feel their dicks throbbing through the rubbery material.
āAre you two thinking of me?ā You questioned.
āY-yesā¦ thinking about youā¦ riding me, using my dick for your pleasureā¦ want the real thing. I need itāoh shit.ā Chris whines, groaning with his tilted back and arched backāthrusting into the toy. āW-want to have you on my dickā¦ā
Carlos waited until Chris was done before chiming in. āWhat do you think, cariƱo? Want to watch you bounce that fat assā¦ feel your ass milk my dickā¦ take everything you want from it.ā The man groans.
Your dick twitched at the words, and your ass begged your brain to give them what they wanted. You leaned toward the older man. āYeah? Want me to pin you down and use your dick as my personal dildo?ā You grunted, taking the third item, a collar, and latching it around Chrisās neck. You yanked on the string, pulling Chris closer to your face, his hot, heady breathing brushing against your lips.
āFucking hell, babyā¦ yes! I do want that! Overpower meā¦ā Chris moans, but it's swallowed as you press your lips against his. It was a slow, but dominant kissāsloppy though. Your tongues danced together, but he was overwhelmed by everything happeningāyou pushed forward and explored his oral cavern, mapping and tasting every bit, savoring it like a scrapbook. His scruffy beard is rubbing against your clean chin. Your lips parted with a string of saliva, and Chrisās hazy eyes stared into yoursāa plea for more.
Your grip on the leash softened, and you turned to Carlos, moving from Chrisās side. āAnd what about my good boy? You want the same, or would you rather be choked?ā
āChoked? Kinky, cariƱo. Iāve been choked several times beforeā¦ but I think youād be the only one to get a rise out of meā¦ riding my dick and choking me at the same time.ā Carlos gasps, breathing heavily and leaning for a kiss. You laughed, but gave in; you couldnāt resist the Carlos special despite turning both men into horny, insatiable vessels.
āI like the sound of thatā¦ I think you both deserve a break.ā You proclaimed, plopping the fleshlight off their dicksāa slimy mixture of precum and lubricant oozed from the well-fucked and stretched out hole. There was a tiny protrusion at the end; they broke it.
The dildo was pulled out with a wet pop, and both men groaned from the emptinessāthe void left behind as their holes returned to normal. You lie beside Chris with Carlos shifting and collapsing on the other side.
āW-why..?ā
āBecause I said so, and you both deserve a break before we get to the main event.ā
āThatās fine by meā¦ā Carlos murmured as he turned onto his side and buried his head in your nape, sniffing and rubbing his head like a lonely animal. His muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You could feel his dick deflating against your inner thighs. The same for Chris, but he nuzzled into your neck.
Their heavy, hoarse breathing turned into relaxed, soft pantingāadrenaline diminishing. Maybe a five-minute break? Or ten minutes? They are old, in their early 50s. Youāll give them as much time as they need. Forget what they said about having the libido of a 20-year-old.
ā¦
āFuck, it just wonāt go down.ā Chris groans, wrapping his hand around his aching dick and discreetly humping his fist. The chain on his collar rattled gently, not loud enough to draw attention. What led to his being caught was his ragged and short breathing against your neck, a telltale sign of what he was doing.
āNow, I thought I said to take a break, but youāre too eagerā¦ horny and impatient.ā You reprimanded, your voice was stern and sharp, but soft and honeyed. You sympathize with Chris, a small frown on your face as you sit up and pull on the chain.
āIāll let it pass, though.ā Your voice is hushed and gentle, your thumb grazes Chrisās chin and lips. āMy temporary replacement wasnāt the only thing that made you stressed? Always gruff and focusing on othersā¦ rigorous on yourselfā¦ but let me take controlā¦ā
āHuh, what's happening this time?ā Carlos groggily says, his voice raspy and hoarse, almost like a low grunt from being interrupted.
āOh, just our soldier boy continuing without usā¦ How about we show him some attention? Let him bask in your glory and presence.ā You expressed, leaning into Chrisās body, pressing soft kisses and bites on his neck while your other hand explored the ridges and divots of his rock-hard and defined stomach muscles. Chris rolled over to lie on his back, his dick pointing north like the needle in a compass.
You inched closer, your body melding with Chrisās solid planes of his muscular bodyāyour crusade of light touches and gestures continued.
āIāve been wanting to give him the Carlos treatment.ā You knew what that entailed, having experienced the Carlos treatment many timesāass munching and getting dicked down.
The mercenary was quick to leave your side and position himself between Chrisās hairy legsāspeed was impressive, as if heād been waiting for his whole life. He grabbed and perched Chrisās calves onto his shoulders, pulling the large man closer and spreading his hairy cheeksāexposing his winking hole.
āStay still, or weāll cut this short and leave you like this.ā Chris stayed lying down, not wanting to ruin his chances.
With a soft laugh, Carlos buried his head and started munchingājiggling Chrisās soft but firm cheeks in his palms, his tongue lapping against the popped, pink rosebud, the prickles of hair dust around the hole grazed his wet appendage. The mercenary slobbered and pressed kisses against the rim, his saliva lathering the entrance like it was preparing for a ceremony. Carlosās moans and groans were muffled beneath layers of cheek pressing against his face, the fuzzy hair grinding against his rugged, unkempt stubble.
Carlosās tongue expertly lapped and thrusted against the tight rim, nearly breaching the walls of the rim. His movements were coordinated and efficient as if he were on the battlefield in some faraway country. His tongue pounded against the rim, demanding to be let in, but the muscles tightened with each swipeāCarlos knew he was wearing it down. With a final push, the mercenaryās tongue penetrated, licking around the gummy wallsāhis nose mashed against Chrisās furry taint.
A guttural, hoarse moan rang out. Carlos smirks as he continues to push his tongue back and forward in Chrisās hole; the dildo already stretched him out, plus he tastes the fragrance and remains of lubricant. The mercenary pushed as deep as he could, flicking his tongue in certain areasācalculating the location of the prostate. Desperate moans from Chris signaled that he had found it.
āDelicioso.ā
While Carlos feasted on Chrisās fuzzy peach, you dined on his furry pectorals, groping and squeezing the mounds, and fondling the man's nipples. Your head lay on his chest, tweaking his nipplesāthe tiny nubs danced between your fingertips, solid and pointy. Your tongue lapped the pectorals, gliding against the fuzz before you took one of his nipples into your mouth, sucking on it like you were expecting milk to leak, and nibblingāyour teeth slightly grazing.
Your free hand traveled down Chrisās navel and wrapped around his cock, the massive thing throbbed and leaked in your hand as you pumped it slowlyāa pace that was leaving the man on edge with everything happening to him.
Chris was melting. You and Carlos were the sun melting him like a snow cone on a summerās day. Each of his pressure points was being stimulated simultaneouslyāhis ass, dick, and nipples. The same mind-numbing, submissive headspace was clouding his brain, derailing his train of thought. Gasped and needy moans slipped out of his mouth, much to yours and Carlosās satisfaction.
āThink youāre ready, lie back.ā Carlos hastily sat up, moving away from Chrisās assāhis knees pressing against the bed. Chris heard the lubricant bottle cap open, then a loud squirt into the mercenaryās palm.
Carlos generously slicked himself, stroking and lathering his massive, thick piece of meat. At last, he nudges the blunt head of his cock against Chrisās entrance, pushing into the other manās tight heat. You could hear the combination of low grunts and gasped moans fill your ear. Chris felt like all the oxygen was being pushed out of his lungs in strangled gasps, his body tightened around Carlosās cock as it was being stretched wider.
In one thrust, the mercenary was buried deep, his eyes rolling back into his skull and feral growls slipping out as he felt Chrisās ass spasm and tightenāmassaging his dick with those inner gummy walls. His hips and balls flushed against his ass, and pubic hair tingling Chrisās taint.
āĀ”Dios mĆo! Taking me so well.ā Carlos moans, stalling his hips and grinding in small circles to further deepen himselfāstaking his claim like he owns Chrisās ass. To Chris, it felt like he was in his lungs, his hole scrambling to adjust to the massive dick that put the dildo from earlier to shame. āKeep loosening up for me.ā
Carlos pulled out inch by inch, Chris groaning from the shaft sliding against his anal walls. He pulled out until his tip was the only thing inside before snapping his hips and rammingāhis dick punching the bundle of nerves that left Chris trembling and jaw slack. The mercenary set a rhythm of deep thrusts that constantly punched the air from Chrisās chest. Sparks of pleasure coursed through Chrisās spine and bodyātravelling through every vein.
āThatās my soldier boy.ā You soothed and cooed, peppering kisses and muttering praises.
Chrisās vision was fading between darkness and light, his knees shaking and wrapping around Carlosās waist, tightening and encouraging the mercenary to keep ramming into his assāChris needed the toe-curling, jaw-dropping, and mind-numbing feeling of his prostate to be abused until he was cock drunk.
Your murmured words of praise and comfort soothed Chrisās nerves. You gently yanked on the collar, motioning for another kiss, which further melted and cracked Chrisās demeanor. Not to mention the combination of Carlosās Earth-shattering thrust and your slow, languid pumping left him sweating like a sinner in church. He needed more; he was hungry for more!
āB-babyā¦ could youā¦ ya know?ā Chris asked, biting back his words as if they were lodged in his throat, refusing to spill.
āMmm? I donāt knowā¦ You have to be more specific.ā You teased, grinning like the Cheshire cat. āI canāt give you what you want.ā You most definitely know what he wants. You noticed how he gestures with his face; he wanted you to sit on him, ride his face like a bull.
It was hard to speak when you were getting your ass split and rammed into by a massive thick that was unravelling your very being. Chris stuttered to get the words, hissing and groaning with each attempt, as Carlos wasnāt letting him speak. āF-for the love of godā¦ p-please sit on m-my faceā¦ w-wanna feel your ride meā¦ f-for me please? Please, babyā¦ need you.ā
As much as you wanted to continue the charade of teasing and edging Chris, youāve become needy yourself. Your dick and ass wanted to feel the action, split open and bred by their cocks. Feel their thick lengths spear you open, the prominent veins grinding against your anals walls, and their blunt cockhead reaching into your gutsālet them run loose and breed you as if you had the capabilities to bear children.
āWho am I to deny you?ā You purred, giving one final peck on his lips before straddling his head. You faced Carlos and watched as he pummeled Chrisās snatch, your eyes analyzing his facial features; his head tilted back, his eyes sealed shut, and his canines digging into his bottom lip. The mercenaryās body was coated in sweat, his thick, dark body hair speckled with silver glistening.
Almost forgetting what you were doing, you snapped out of your haze and lowered yourself until you could feel the manās eager lappingāhis tongue brushing against the crack of your ass, his cold saliva sent shivers down your spine. Chris wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, forcing you to put your full weight on him.
A choked gasp and moan slipped out of your mouth as Chris vigorously lapped at your bud; faint moans could be heard as the man buried his face deep in your crackāeyes rolling back from the unique flavor flooding his taste buds. His scruffy, ragged beard itched and scraped against your skin.
āF-fuck..ā You cried, rolling your hips down, riding his tongue. Unlike Carlos, Chris was uncoordinated and sloppy, but you didnāt mind. Soft cries and moans left your mouth as Chris lapped, slobbered, and made out with your hole. His beard created a delicious friction, a burn that lay over your skin. When you tried to move, he tightened his hold around your waist, refusing to let the source of desire and nectar leave.
āTaste so good.ā Chris groans. He could die like this, and he wouldnāt protest, smothered under the weight of your assāthe plump cheeks cutting off his oxygen supply. He enthusiastically and sloppily continued to feast on your ass.
The room was a symphony filled with the guttural and muffled cries of pleasure, and the wet squelching skin contactāCarlosās heavy balls slapping against Chrisās rear and his deep thrusts, and Chris hungrily munching on your hole like it was the last dinner. The temperature was sweltering like an oven as all three of you basked in each otherās bodies.
āCome here, cariƱoā¦ā Carlos grunts, panting as he cupped your cheek with his right hand, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was hungry and sloppy, lips and tongue clashing together as you both devoured each other's mouths. You could taste the faint flavor of Chris on Carlosās tongue. The ambrosia was shattering. Carloās thick, scruffy beard prickled against your chin as he deepened the kiss.
This was heaven on Earth, maybe Hell, but who really cares? The ice sheets of stress and agony were melting from both Chrisās and Carlosās bodiesāturning into puddles of pleasure and bliss, thanks to you. Not to mention that youāve awakened something in both men, mainly Chris. Both found pleasure in you barking commands and taking the lead, and using their dicks as if they were dildos. Before, they both made it a mission to satisfy every whim and craving; now it was reversed.
For now, that is.
āAy, Dios mĆoā¦ gonna cumā¦ damn it, Chris.ā Carlos moans, pulling away from your mouth to jackhammer into Chris's hole. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his rhythm breaking under the pressure of Chrisās ass swallowing and squeezing his dick, clamping and milking him. The mercenaryās balls were churning and tightening, ropes of white rushing to his cockhead.
The skin-slapping got louder as Carlos chased his release. You could feel Chrisās moaning against your slobbered, wet hole and see his dick throbbing with beads gushing from the tip. Your neglected dick leaked droplets of precum on the divots of Chrisās stomach, the translucent substance increasing its presence as you were itching on the edge.
āI know, babyā¦ save your load because it's time for the main event,ā you said.
āFuck, you mean?ā Carlos gasps, halting his thrusts in a bid to prevent his orgasm.
āYeah, for my boys to know where they belong.ā You purred, unhooking Chrisās arms around your waist and climbing off his head. Carlos followed you by pulling out with some resistance as Chrisās ass desperately clenched around him. A choked groan escaped, his dick throbbing clearly, missing the warmth and tightness.
āWhy are we stopping? Was just about toāā Chris complained, grinding his teeth at the spoilage of his orgasmālowly grunting from no longer munching on your ass or Carlos railing him into the bed until he was dumb.
āShhh, just follow my lead.ā You replied. The mattress groans from the weight moving on top of it, Carlos moving from Chrisās legs to resting on his back, his muscular arms behind his head like a total stud from those porn videos. The mercenaryās massive dick stood proudly, twitching and leaking. The massive thing glistened in the light from the copious amounts of lubricant and precum. You didnāt even need to prepare him.
You straddled Carlosās hips, his dick wedged between your cheeks. Soft gasps and the mattress frame creaking filled the air as you bounced on the mercenaryās lap, purposefully sliding his dick between your cheeks. His pelvis and your rear clapped repeatedlyāeach bounce becoming rougher and higher. With one final bounce, you grabbed and positioned Carlosās dick against your puckered entrance.
āMmmā¦ ngh.ā You bite back a moan as the blunt head pokes your assholeāyour hole and Carlosās cock were kissing each other. Isnāt that cute? Precum oozing from the tip soaked your slobbered hole. With determination, the blunt cockhead pierced your hole and slowly descended on it, every inch swallowed by the scorching heat and tightness until he was fully sheathed. Your ass pressed against his pelvis, his bushy, thick pubic region grounded against your rear.
Groans bounced off the walls. Carlosās arms left his hand and latched onto your hips, his nails digging into the fleshāsurely leaving behind bruises, but there were love marks to you. The mercenary calms his breathing, but the way you were clenching around him with an iron grip was leaving him breathlessānot to mention your ethereal body on top of him. He admired every square foot of your being.
āSo beautifulā¦ā
You sighed in relief, your head tilted back as your body became mushy from finally getting what youāve wanted for weeks. All your worries were blimped out of existence once his dick pierced and rearranged your guts. Your ass clenched around the massive thing, and you could feel the veins snaking around it pulsing, throbbing with blood flowing through it. The burning sensation subsided, replaced by an itch that needed scratching.
Carlos didnāt get time to recuperate when you set the pace. It was quick and rough, lifting slowly before quickly dropping yourself downāCarlosās cock reached deeper inside you with each bounce, cockhead hitting all points that left you boneless.
The only sounds for several moments were gasps and groans that mingled sweetly togetherācreating a melody for the ages. Carlos gripped your hips as pleasure was building deep in his core. He didnāt dare to thrust his hips; your aggressive pace was leaving him drained as if you were milking his energy.
āCariƱoā¦ youāre so roughā¦ Dios mĆo.ā Carlos whines, but was silenced when your hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing his airways, but not hard enough to choke him.
āDildos donāt speak, and you.ā You grunt, turning to Chris and yanking on the collar, gesturing for him to come over. āGet over here and fuck me.ā
Chris was a bystander watching the debauched scene in front of him; it was like his own personal porn video heād watch during missions. It wasnāt until you yanked on his collar that he joined the action, positioning himself behind you and pressing his dick against your occupied hole. You stalled your bouncing, letting Chris push in.
Chrisās groaning joined yours and Carlosās as he slipped in. It was like the fleshlight anal sleeve, but it was the real thing and not rubbery insides that barely put up a torch to your ass. His and Carlosās dick were once again grinding against each other, trapped and squeezed by your anal wallsādetermined to milk them of their precious, thick seed.
You were packed to the brim. Two massive, thick cocks stretching your hole to the limits, your nerves flaring from the sensation. Your power bottom demeanor was faltering, your grip on Carlosās chest and Chrisās collar loosening. Your dick throbbing against the mercenaryās abdomen, aching for an orgasm that was promised hours ago. This was it. You had renewed vigor.
āYour cocks belong to me, only me! All is mine and mine to use!ā You moaned, restarting your pace. The bed frame creaked and groaned from the combined weight of its occupants fucking and the headboard ramming into the wall with enough force to leave a holeāclassic American homes with subpar materials. Your grip on everything returned as you wanted to milk every last drop of seed.
Both men were a complete and utter mess, ragged and sweaty from the hours-long sex marathon. Their hands intertwined on your hips as your pace became intense and punishing, overwhelming themāfrying their already mushy and hazy minds. Chris pressed his forehead against your shoulder, panting with heavy breaths.
Carlos didnāt think heād last any longer. His vision was becoming blurry, and his cockhead gushed precum like a fountaināsame for Chris, their fluids frotting inside your scorching, tight heat. Your choking him didnāt help, probably unlocking something in him.
Your pace was becoming sloppy, the pleasure pooling and coiling in your gutātight and unbearable in your core. The double penetration, aggressive, milking cock pace, and the overwhelming sense of power that left Carlos and Chris placid and needy were pushing you towards the edge.
Both men felt it in their groins, already nearing the brink. The chain rattled in your palm as you gently pulled on it, prompting Chris to tilt his head forward. He was caught off guard when you latched onto his lips.
āCum for me, breed me.ā You momentarily pulled back to speak before devouring Chrisās mouth. Both men didnāt need to be told twice, as the dam broke, unleashing a torrential wave.
You gave one final bounce, stopping so both are buried to the hilt. You could feel them throbbing, followed by ropes of hot, thick cum spurting from the tipsāguttural and muffled groans rang out. Their bodies stiffened, and glutes clenched as they came deep inside your ass, filling you to the brimāeven some started seeping past their cocks. Your orgasm rippled through your body, your vision turning white, and a white-hot explosion that made your body seize. Ropes of cum squirted from your tip, painting Carlosās hairy body like you dumped white paint on himāsome even landed on his face.
For a moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing, the smell of sex and sweat wafting in the air, and the overwhelming sense of being fullādespite feeding you massive loads earlier, they dumped gallons of cum in your ass. Your grip on Carlosās neck loosened, and your bodies remained connected; then slowly, Chris pulled out with a slow, aching slide.
You collapsed onto Carlosās body, your cum smearing against your chest. Chris collapsed beside you, panting with a hand on hisāsometimes you wonder if youāll accidentally cause one of these men to have a heart attack. It's best not to think that. Carlos followed next, his dick slipping out. Cum leaked out of your pummeled hole, youāll worry about laundry later.
It was quiet except for the calm breathing. Carlosās heart beat softly underneath, his thick, hairy body providing comfort as he hugged you.
āI love you.ā
āI love you too, baby/CariƱo.ā
THE END
A/n ā Hello, my strawberry patch and newly added seeds! This fic was hefty and my god. Iām tired after writing this. I hope yāall enjoyed this and like it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!
Special thanks to my proofreader ā @sagethegaywitch
Okay but no like the full image of this is so fucking hot. Zireael really knows how to make these men so fucking hot š«¦ the recent ones with daredevil
My god this fic is getting hella filthy, yall are gonna enjoy thisāespecially those who been wanting to write top reader although not technically top since power bottom
