LOGINIn a swift move, Mario was tugging off my clothes roughly not caring that Tyson was still standing there watching us.
I made a sound in my throat making him pause and glance over his shoulder, “come on, we are working your holes together” he said casually and my cock tightened, my ass squeezing the butt plug harder.
I winced, gasping for breath.
At this point, he could do anything to me and I’d let him.
I looked up and saw Tyson already fisting his cock, shirt and pants gone… that was quick, not like I mind.
He was completely naked and unlike Mario he was impossibly huge…ripped, hard…words couldn't descibe him.
He was more rough looking but very handsome, he had tattoos on literally every part of his body except under his feet and face.
His cock though limp was as huge as a donkey’s and instead of getting scared, I whimpered in anticipation, my ass clamping down on the toy.
Mario sat on a bench, pulling me over his lap, my ass to him.
He slapped me hard and I squirmed.
“Damn man, you work that asshole real good” Tyson said, stepping closer.
“Stay still pretty face” Mario groaned out, shifting a little his cock poking my belly. I felt him spread my ass open, and I moaned in response.
“Your ass swallowed this up” he practically stressed out, by now his breathing was now labored.
I was already leaking precum, my cock was painful and tears stung my eyes.
I felt him grab the hilt of the plug but it was buried inside my hole, I bellowed in my throat, my body shaking.
I felt a sharp sting proceeded by consecutive stings as I came on the spot, the stimulation too much.
I felt the toy being pulled out of my hole causing another shiver down my spine.
“Fuck!” Mario gasped out.
My asshole felt wide, empty.
Then I felt two fingers slide into my already sensitive shithole making me jump but hands held me down.
Whoever was finger fucking my ass added another finger. “Ughhh” I groaned like an animal in heat.
“Yessss” I hissed, whining to meet his invading fingers.
My cock was getting hard again.
The fingers pulled out and then I felt full…
Then fingers again but very full, I made a deep sound in my throat, pain and pleasuring sending me into a wave of delirium.
Mario groaned low in his throat, “Pretty boy” he said in a strained voice, Tyson made a sound and I twisted my neck to look at him.
He was the one fucking my shithole with three fingers.
“Think you can do four, boy?” He gasped out and I arched harder.
I felt a fourth finger squeezed in, we all groaned at the same time. We sounded like animals in heat.
Sounds erupting from us were deep and thick, desperate, wanting.
I held my breath as the finger retracted and the pressure returned. The finger kept trying, poking on the sides of my walls before it finally squeezed in.
My mouth hung open but no sound came out then my back arched so hard as cum spurted out of cock cock without the slightest warning.
“So fullll” I gasped out as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
The fingers curved inside and started fucking me hard and rough while my shithole gripped the fingers.
Then the fingers wrenched out roughly.
I let out a howl, fingers wrapped around my neck, “keep it in boy”, Tyson gasped from behind my ear…my mouth hung open as I tried to level my breathing.
On your knees, Mario said already moving me into position, he stood above me and in one swift motion, sank his full length down my throat.
I gagged, my eyes welling with tears, my ass taking large breaths.
They literally split me open.
His cock head scrapped the back of my throat and practically throat fucked me while I made gagging sounds.
The sounds he was making were beastly, he was bellowing in his throat as he fucked me mercilessly.
I placed my palm on his thighs and tried to put a distance between myself and him but he didn't budge.
When he felt I was almost passing out, he pulled out, staggering backwards a bit, his eyes dilated with lust.
Tyson took his position and basically used my head as a sex toy, he held my head in place and fucked my skull while my cock just dangled in the air from the treatment.
He then held my head in place and rose a single leg and pushed to the extreme pulling out, strings of saliva coating his huge cock.
With all these treatment, I couldn't believe how hard my cock kept getting despite the number of times I had cum.
Mario and Tyson stood before me jacking off their cocks.
They hadn't still blown their loads and I knew I was in for ride.
Tyson got on the floor on his back, “come here boy, lie on me” he said and Mario moved me, placing me on my back as I faced up.
“Sit on the cock” he mouthed in a raspy breath, hands not leaving his cock.
I sat gently feeling the fat but thick meat push through my shit hole like it hadn't been vandalised few seconds ago.
“Fuck man, he still tight as fuck” Tyson said in a breath.
I kept wincing as I sat on his thick length adjusting to take it when he pulled me to him, his hands licking around my waist and holding me down as he started fucking me hard and fast.
After a few seconds of fucking, he paused and Mario knelt between our spread legs, my breath caught and I tried to stand up but Tyson held me in place.
Mario looked me in the eyes, “I want you to trust me” he whispered.
“It'll hurt but you'll love it” he added and waited for my go ahead.
Something about the assurance made me nod but I kept my head bent to see what they were about to do to me.
He used his saliva to coat his cock head and pushed a digit in beside Tyson’s cock, my head fell back and Tyson and I moaned.
Then the moment we had been waiting for, Mario put his cock head beside Tyson’s and began pushing but it didn't give way.
His breathing was labored as he kept pushing in, sweat coated his entire body and his brows were furrowed as his entire attention was on trying to insert his cock.
He pushed further and finally, his head popped in beside Tyson’s thick cock.
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