After Malik left, I tried to pull myself together. That had been the closest I'd come to cumming yet -- and all from having my smooth hole finger-fucked and a huge load of cum dumped down my wet throat. I could just imagine what I looked like on camera. I'm sure my soft lips were shiny and swollen from the rough throat fucking I had just received, and my hair was was certain to be messy and tangled from Malik's hand holding me still. On the other end of me, I could feel my once-tight jock pussy was fluttering and stretched, completely drenched with that special, tingling lotion. I'm sure I looked utterly debauched. I quickly tried to put myself back together and steady my breathing. This had all gotten out of hand so quickly. I had just come over to get some advice from my new buddies about my twitching asshole, and here I was needy and desperate to cum. If I didn't clear my head, I was libel to do something stupid... and I didn't want THAT happening again. That's why we had to move last time.
I flipped over onto my back to try and get my wits about me. I looked up to see Winston holding his cellphone and leering down at me. He had a leg on either side of my torso, and I could see his hard cock tenting out the front of his gym shorts. Fuck! Why were all these guys hard, and were they all that big? I had heard the stereotype before, but both Malik's cock and Winston's cock were HUGE -- easily two of the biggest I'd ever seen. I smiled up at the camera, grateful that no one could tell I was thinking about my buddies' dicks. I remembered that Malik was going to watch this video tomorrow, and I waved while shyly biting my lips.
"That's it, jock boy. Smile for the camera," Winston said, towering over me. "Tell me, Mikey. What do you wanna do before we go to bed?" I wasn't sure how to answer him. I didn't want to ask for anything embarrassing (even tho a big part of me wanted to), and I didn't know what sort of things were normal for a sleepover. After all, this was the first time my dad had let me come to a party.
"I dunno. I'll do anything. Whatever you want," I said, staring up into the camera and grinning.
"Whatever we want?" Darius chimed in, suddenly interested in the conversation. "Uh oh. Don't make promises your hole can't keep, jock boy."
Oh fuck! I wish they hadn't mentioned my hole -- my tight, pink hole that had gotten me into all this trouble in the first place. I could feel my pulse race at the mere mention of my jock pussy, and I felt it violently spasm -- enough so that I moaned and shuddered in front of my friends. Thank god they couldn't see my puck still twitching between my fat cheeks. After all, Darius had promised to tame my needy little puck, and despite hours of shaving, rubbing, and fingering it, it was still hungry. I didn't want to disappoint them with my still quivering pussy.
"Listen to you, baby. You sound so desperate." Darius was practically cooing at me all while licking his big lips. "I'm sure I can give you what you need. Here let me help you up."
Winston winked at Darius, adjusted his hard cock, and moved out of the way. Darius reached out a big hand to help me off the floor, but when I went to grab for it, his fingers were still slick from playing with my hole. I fell backwards -- rather clumsily too -- somehow landing on my stomach with my big, soft ass in the air, legs splayed open wide. I guess my slipping out of his grasp got Darius off balance too, and he toppled onto me. His huge, muscly body landed on my tight frame, pinning me to the ground. Here's the truly embarrassing part: as he was falling, I guess Darius' loose pants must have slipped down, because when he fell, I felt the wet head of his enormous cock slip just inside my fluttering pucker. We both cried out -- me in a breathy, high-pitched whimper and him in a deep, satisfied groan. For a brief moment, I felt my spasming hole milk the head of his huge cock. Neither one of us moved, both clearly in shock. I had just been speared by my new friend's gigantic cock, and my clenching pussy was squeezing and pulsing around it. Poor Darius couldn't help but grunt as my tight hole tried to suck that cock deeper into me. After a few moments, I tried to stand up, but the tip of that fat cock inside me made my legs turn to jelly. I was crushed under Darius with his cock in my pussy, and I couldn't stand up and pop it free. With equal parts panic and bliss, I managed to squeak out, "Oh god! Darius! Fuck. I need you to move."
Darius leaned forward -- I'm assuming to stand up -- but all it did was slowly push his cock up into me. I felt my tender tunnel widen to make room for that huge beast as it burrowed its way inside my ass. I felt Darius's cock reach places his clever fingers couldn't, and I couldn't stop the squeals and high-pitched moans rolling out of my mouth. Darius pushed the last few inches of his cock into me and could feel his heavy nuts rest against my newly hairless asshole. My eyes lolled into the back of my head; there had to be at least a foot of hot, thick cock coring out a place inside my straight jock hole. I had never felt anything as delicious as my rim being stretched open wide and that cock digging deep into me. This, I realized, is what my hole had been demanding all along.
Darius rolled his hips up, and I was sure he was going to stand up this time and yank his huge cock out of my pussy. Only no such luck. Instead, after arching his hips up, he eased his way back into my hole as he breathed out, "fuuuuuck Mikey." I could tell he was just as surprised and upset by this accident as I was. What an unfortunate coincidence that my puck had been slowly teased open and thoroughly greased over the course of the night, making it the perfect tight, wet tunnel for Darius to fuck into!
"Mmmm. Mikey. I think my cock is stuck in your tight, little pussy. I thought we had stretched that puck out enough, but it seems like the rim is caught just behind my big cock head. Oooh fuck baby. I'm trying to pull it loose -- can you feel that -- but your hole doesn't want to let me go. It's like the thing with our fingers all over again."
My eyes snapped open wide. Oh fuck! The finger incident! The last time this happened, Trevon had to call in reinforcements to wrench his fingers loose. I remembered how Darius had to slide his fingers in, along side Trevon's in order for them to finally get free. I shuddered as I thought about having to fit another thick, veiny cock in my boihole next to Darius's beast. Despite the sudden burst of fear that thought inspired, I was canting my hips up to meet every slow, deep thrust of Darius's torpedo sized dick.
"You like that baby? You like when big D's cock is in little Mikey's wet pussy?" I wanted to laugh and tell him "No, of course not! This was just some silly, clumsy accident," but I was having trouble talking. I just kept running my tongue along and biting my lips as I moaned with every thrust.
Darius picked up the pace. Clearly, he was desperate to pull his cock out of his straight friend's tight hole. He started to steadily drill into me, pushing in much harder than he was pulling out -- weird, I know, but I reasoned that he must have been trying to build up momentum. I tried to relax my pussy so he would have an easier time of pulling his cock free, but my ass wouldn't stop clenching around his thick dick. If I thought it was pulsing before, it was nothing compared to this. And yet, somehow, instead of it driving me crazy like usual, it felt good -- reeeaaal good.
I felt my cock getting hard even as it was squished beneath me. I could feel the wet, rough fabric of my tight, blue jock drag along the sensitive head of my dick, and I began humping and rubbing my hard, trapped cock on the carpet beneath me. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely delirious with need. In that moment, I didn't care if the camera caught me in my most compromising position yet.
Suddenly, I thought about all of the times tonight when I had been brought up to the edge of cumming, only to be denied. As I ground my dick into the floor, I prayed that this time wouldn't be the same. Darius needed to let me cum -- even if it meant having my dick spurt with his cock stuck in my ass. Yeah, it might seem gay to anyone watching the video, but I would just explain it to Malik after. After all it was just a silly accident; I can't help the way my musclebod reacts when someone touches my hole -- least of all when it's stuff practically to the breaking point with black cock.
Desperate for release, I gave in and begged for what I needed -- only I was still having trouble stringing together words. My brain could only think, "Cock, cock, cock."
"Please. Oh god, it's so big. I can feel it.... Oooooh shit... my hole! Please, help. Give me what I need." I looked up to find Winston capturing all of my needy whines on camera. I stared directly into the lens and pleaded, "Please. Help." I couldn't think to form a single thought. All I could do was whine and beg.
Winston nodded and grinned, but ultimately, he didn't understand what I was asking for. He must have thought I meant, "help me up," so he handed the phone to Trevon and went to pull me out from under Darius's muscled frame. He took hold of my hands and yanked me part of the way out from under Darius. My torso was free, but my needy boy butt was still being pummeled by Darius's fat cock. My thighs were spread at a 180 degree angle and Darius's cock was hitting a spot inside me that had my vision whiting out. I humped my body forward grinding my dick against the scratchy carpet and back to take all 12 inches of Darius into my jock pussy.
Winston was determined to get me out from under Darius though. He pulled hard on my arms again, lifting me up just as Darius was slamming into me. His cock pushed impossibly deep and I cried out and flailed, yanking my hands from Winston's grip. As I I fell face first, I reached out, trying to stop my fall, and I yanked Winston's pants down in the process. His big cock popped free and bobbed heavy and dripping above me. I looked up in awe.
Seeing Winston's dick up close -- well, it looked the way Darius's felt. It was easily a foot-long and as thick as a baseball bat. There was a pronounced vein running down the length of it, and I could feel a similar one on Darius' cock as it rubbed against the walls of my jock pussy. The head of Winston's massive cock was a little pinker than the dark chocolate color of the shaft, and he had a distinctly flared head. Just the tip alone of Winston's mammoth cock was equal in size to any normal, white boy's cock. I looked lower to see Winston's big nuts, dark as coal and covered with coarse patches of short, curly hair. I was transfixed looking at the beautiful cock in front of me. I don't think I had ever thought of a cock as beautiful before, but then again, I had never seen this cock.
I snapped out of my cock haze as Winston went to help me one last time. Thinking that the third time was the charm, I braced myself to have Winston pull me free. I took hold of his big hands, which made Darius's cock hit new, untouched spots inside of me. Winston pulled me up into the air and held me there as I swayed between him and Darius. My cock could no longer rub up on the carpet and get that much needed friction. It was just left to pulse, hard and needy inside my dripping blue jock strap. As much as I missed rubbing my cock, it didn't matter anyway. The only thing I could think about were those twelve inches of fat, black horse cock stuffing into me over and over again. I was seconds away from finally -- finally -- cumming after hours of teasing, and I knew I could do it without touching my boicock.
My body started convulsing as it approached orgasm, and my arms pulled out of Winston's hands yet again. I was so focused on my electric pussy that I couldn't stop myself from falling face first onto Winston's huge cock. The same accident that had happened with Darius in my pussy had now happened to Winston with my soft, wet mouth! Horrifyingly, the minute that beautiful cock slid into my mouth -- the very moment I got my lips around it -- I started cumming hard in my tight, blue jock. My tight body began to shake apart in a earth-shaking orgasm emanating from my stuffed -full boi hole. I could feel all of the blood rushing from my head directly to my pussy, and I worried I might black out from the intensity of it. My cock was spurting underneath me, completely untouched, soaking the pouch of my jock.
My orgasm must have gone on for at least two full minutes; for the longest time I was uncontrollably thrashing, speared between these two giant cocks on either end of me. I couldn't stop bucking back onto Darius giant fuck stick, and nursing on the fat cock wedged between my lips. All the while, I was making these girly, breathy noises I had never heard myself make before. I couldn't figure out what had pushed me over the edge. Was it Darius's cock hammering against that special spot? Was it not being allowed to stimulate my cock -- did I need to focus completely on my hole in order to spill over that edge? Or was there something almost Pavlovian about Winston's cock sliding into my mouth? It was like the minute his cock hit my tongue, I was pushed to orgasm.
I don't know why I thought the fucking (for lack of a better term) would stop after I came, but it didn't. Darius continued to plow my ass, pushing any remaining cum out of me. I was overly sensitive from having just cum, and every brush against my prostate caused me to dance on that line between ecstasy and agony. Darius reached forward and pinched my sensitive nipples, making my body lurch forward, further onto Winston's cock.
I looked up at Winston with apologetic eyes, lips stretched taught around that horse cock in my mouth. He was grinning ear to ear, and practically giggling.
"Ha ha, oh my god, Mikey, this is so funny! The exact same thing that happened to Malik has happened to me. First you got his fat cock stuck down your straight throat, and now my big donkey dick is sliding down it too." It was true. I could feel the blunt head of Winston's cock nudging against the back of my throat. I gagged a little, and when I did, Winston yanked me forward, forcing all twelve inches down my tight, wet throat. "Holy shit, Mikey! Nobody will believe this -- I mean, Malik won't believe this. It's such a funny coincidence, we have to film every second of you choking on my big cock."
At this point, Trevon -- who was content to sit and watch, rather than help -- walked behind Winston and pointed the camera over his buddy's shoulders making sure to get a POV shot of me gurgling on Winston's cock. Winston picked my arms back up and began yanking me back and forth between Darius and himself. There was no denying it; I was being spit-roasted by two guys I have never spoken to before tonight. Every nerve in my hypersensitive musclebod was on fire and I couldn't stop the drool pouring out of the corners of my mouth. I was a mess and I was tired, and I reasoned that if I hung limp like a rag doll between them, it might be easier for them to get their cocks out of me. I was done trying to participate in fixing this accident.
The moment I gave in, Darius's thrusts into my pussy became faster and and more erratic. I could hear the loud slapping of his sticky nuts as they bounced against my fat jock ass. I hoped they wouldn't sound that loud and lewd on camera; that would just be another thing to explain. Every time Darius buried the entire length of his epic cock inside my pussy, it hammered against that sensitive spot that made my body tremble and my pucker clench around his thick dick root.
"Oh god, Mikey," Darius called out, "Your pussy is so soft and wet. I feel its milking my big cock. FUCK! You feel so good, baby." It was weird to be called "baby" in this context, but I could only squeal in response as Darius's cock punched into me over and over again. Darius was absolutely frantic in his assault on my hole, and I knew that he was going to cum soon. I only prayed that he would be able to pull free before he was forced to seed a straight, white teen's boi pussy. That would be so embarrassing for him.
Darius fucked into me three or four more time. On his last powerful thrust, to my horror, I felt his cock erupt inside of me. I could feel hot blasts of cum splatter against the walls of my clenching pussy. I cried out and Darius groaned in solidarity. After spraying a few shots of cum deep inside my guts, Darius was able to pull free. Unfortunately his cock was still firing, and his jizz drenched my hairless, pink puck. I felt gooey and wet and loose, and I weirdly missed the full feeling of a cock in my hole. Darius stood up, finally releasing me from underneath his massive frame, and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. I remember thinking, it should be me who needs cleaning up. My pink jock pussy was painted with cum, and I had rivulets of drool coming out of my mouth as I choked around the cock still stuffed in my tight throat.
I tried to put my hands under me, to help me stand up, but Winston wouldn't let go. "Oh god. Mikey, don't stop," he lamented. "We need Malik to see this accident just like it happened with him. Come on. Work my cock with that pretty mouth. He'll think it's fucking hysterical that the same thing happened to me. Come on, Mikey. You don't want to me to think you like him more than me, right?"
I knew Winston was right. I wasn't being fair. I had let Malik face-fuck me until he came in my mouth -- even though it was an accident -- so it was only fair to let Winston do the same thing. After all, I didn't want to be accused of playing favorites with my new friends. That was all the pep-talk I needed. I began to work Winston's enormous cock in and out of my tight wet throat. I bobbed up and down on it with renewed enthusiasm, moaning and slobbering along the shaft. I could feel the giant mushroom head wedge in my gullet, cutting off my air supply. Trevon stretched a hand out from behind Winston where he was filming to pet and squeeze my bulging throat.
After massaging Winston's cock through my throat, Trevon walked around me so he could capture the whole sordid scene on camera. He stopped when he was behind me and I just knew he was zooming in on my puffy, pink hole splattered with Darius's jizz. Much to my surprise, I felt one of Trevon's rough fingers slide thru that pool of cum collecting in my upturned puck, and push into my sensitive jock pussy. I shuddered and instantly pushed back against that thick finger in my wet hole, desperate from his attention. This time Trevon used two fingers to scoop up some cum and then shoved them hard into my loose pussy. Oh my gosh! Trevon was helping to clean me up! That was so sweet of him. I arched my back trying to wordless communicate my gratitude to him.
"Yeah, that's it Mikey. You like when I play with your used, little boy pussy, don't you? You like my big finger's pushing all this cum back inside you? Mmmm. I can feel you pushing back. You must really want all this wet cum back inside your sloppy puck. Wiggle that ass so the camera can see how much you need this."
I moaned loud and deep around the cock in my throat and shook my ass. I was grateful for the clean-up job I was getting from Trevon. Eventually, Trevon pushed all that thick cum back into my jock hole, but he didn't stop using his fingers to massage my wet, supersensitive hole. He kept playing with my loose puck-- running his fingers around the slippery rim for a moment only to drive them into me hard for a few thrusts. Squelching sounds echoed throughout the room, but I couldn't tell if they were coming from the those fingers in my wet hole or the cock pumping in and out of my throat.
Even though, I had cum only minutes ago, for some reason, those fingers in my sloppy hole were driving me crazy. I never knew what they would do next, and not being able to predict them had me dancing on the edge again in no time. My boy cock was becoming hard again, trapped in that tight wet pouch, and I hated that I had no control over how my body reacted to things. Of course I didn't want to turn into a needy, horny mess from having my friend's fingers in my loose puck, but Trevon was playing me like an fiddle, pumping hard and fast into my traitorous hole. I just couldn't help but respond. In no time, I was moaning deliriously and pushing back to meet every thrust into my sloppy jock hole.
Winston could tell that I was more focused on my pussy than his cock, because he slapped my cheek lightly. My eyes shot up to his, and Winston's thrusts into my mouth sped up.
"There we go. I want to see those pretty eyes on me as I fuck your throat. Yeah, Mikey. Fuck that's a pretty picture -- those red, jock boy lips stretched tight around my big black cock. I love that the minute we play with your needy hole, you'll let us do anything we want. Mmmm. Mikey, you're a sweet find. We're gonna have so much fun with you... just you wait."
Winston was frantically driving his dick down my teen throat. I couldn't really pay attention to what he was saying, but I knew that he was just babbling. He couldn't mean half the things he was saying. Guys will say anything when they're about to cum.
"Yeah. There we go, princess. I'm gonna bust my nut and make you swallow all of it down. You'd like that wouldn't you, pretty boy? Mmmmm, yeah. You're just desperate for cum, aren't you? I bet I could even make you beg for it if I wanted. Hahaha. Don't worry; I'm not that mean. I'm gonna breed that straight, white throat and give you what you want. Here, Trevon, stop filming his pussy and give me back the camera. I want Malik to see me spray this kid's face with cum."
Winston finally let go of my hands to grab the camera. I was barely able to prop myself up before Winston roughly grabbed my hair with one hand and began pumping his cock in and out of my throat. He was crazed like a wild animal. Each thrust had him pulling his dick almost all the way out of my mouth so that just the tip of his cock was just resting on my tongue and then pushing in until all twelve inches were buried deep within my throat. His huge nuts were slapping up against my chin and an almost steady stream of precum and drool was dripping down my face. My throat felt rough and open, and I was desperate for Winston to finish using me. Had I choked on Malik's cock for this long? Surely, the two were even now...
I stared up at Winston as he roughly used my throat for his pleasure. I noticed he wasn't looking down at me anymore, even though the camera was trained on my bulging throat. Instead, I realized he was quietly talking to Winston. I tried to pay attention to what he was saying through my haze, but I was only able to catch snippets from their conversation. The blood was rushing in my ears and I could hardly hear anything over my own needy noises and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"You think he's close?"
"Keep playing with him and let me know when he's about to blow."
"I want my load to be the thing that sets him off."
I couldn't figure out what they were talking about, but I didn't care. Trevon's fingers in my pussy were driving me wild and I felt hypnotized by the aggressive pumping of Winston's cock into my mouth. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I heard Trevon say something like, "He's ready." Winston abruptly pulled his slimy cock out of my mouth and grinned down at me. Then, without warning, his dick erupted. Winston shot four blasts of cum which landed in my open, slack jawed mouth. Regrettably, with Winston holding the camera in one hand, his aim wasn't so good, and he shot the rest of his load all over my face. A thick jet sprayed across my freckled cheek and another one coated my long eyelashes. I felt some splatter against my forehead and chin, and a little blob collected on the corner of my upper lip. Without thinking, my tongue snaked out to lick it off, and then the craziest thing happened.
For the second time of the night, my pussy began to convulse uncontrollably. I felt my cock -- which I hadn't even realized was hard -- dribble in my underwear, pulsing in time with the final shots of Winston's massive load. Trevon ripped his fingers out of my spasming hole and he groaned loudly. Clearly he was weirded out that his fingers in my puck had made me cum. Worse yet, I felt something warm and wet splash against my winking hole as Trevon cried out. It felt creamy and thick, much like it had when Darius came on me. Had Trevon also accidentally shot his load all over my puffy, pink hole? No... I decided. It wasn't like Trevon would have been rubbing his dick with one hand as he toyed with my pussy with the other. Even though I couldn't see behind me to confirm it, I knew it made no sense for Trevon to have sprayed his cum all over my straight, teen hole.
Covered in cum and glassy-eyed, I looked up and smiled into the camera in Winston's hands. He was chuckling and seemed to be sharing a knowing look with Trevon behind me. "Fuck, Mikey. You were perfect. Malik is gonna love watching that. Hey real quick, lemme ask you something -- and it's sort of personal. Did you cum just now, Mikey? Did you cream in your tight little jock panties?"
I was so tired and I felt utterly relaxed. My pussy -- I was really getting used to calling it that-- had stopped shaking, and I had this warm feeling tingling just under my skin. In a weird way, I sort of felt... satisfied, I guess, is the best way to describe it. I didn't love the way Winston was leering down at me, but I didn't have it in me to care. I just felt to good. "Mmmhmmm," I hummed.
I closed my eyes and let Winston's words sink in. I had cum -- twice! -- in my wet blue jock strap, and I hadn't touched my cock either time. Fuzzy, sleepy, and satisfied, my brain wandered back to the events that had just taken place. It was almost hard to believe the crazy set of accidents that led me here. Had two of my new friends really dumped their cum down my straight throat? Had I actually had multiple fingers and a raw, footlong cock in my jock pussy for the last three hours? If I wasn't so sticky and sore, I might not have believed it myself. And, yet, my new friends had been so cool and understanding about the whole thing. They hadn't made fun of me for being clueless or clumsy, and Trevon had even tried to help me clean up. I smiled, happy that I had talked my dad into letting me sleep over and make such good friends with these guys. Crumpled in a head on the floor, covered in cooling cum, I felt myself drifting off.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around me, and haul me up off the floor. Darius's warm breath tickled my neck as he leaned in to whisper, "Oh come on, Mikey, I'm not done with you yet. Eye's open, pretty boy. I want your full cooperation for this next part. I think you're really gonna like it."