This is a fictional story about the musical act The Chainsmokers and does not intend to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Sexual activity, including kink, between consenting adults is depicted. If you are underage or it is otherwise illegal to read this story where you live, please stop reading now.
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CHAPTER 2: Miami
Drew had blacked out.
One moment, he'd been fucking Lexi's tight perfect pussy. Then Alex absolutely painted her face and some of his cum fell into Drew's mouth. Then Alex slipped his cum-covered cockhead past Drew's lips.
And he liked it so much he came as hard as he'd ever came.
Blacking out in the process.
But then he came to and found himself still with a mouth full of dick.
Alex's dick.
Alex's dick.
And not only was Alex's dick in his mouth, he was sucking on it lightly, tasting the last drops of cum from that giant load.
'Why am I sucking Alex's dick?' Drew thought. 'And...why...why do I like it?'
He glanced up and saw a look he couldn't quite place on his bandmate's face. There was something behind that smile -- it was more than fucked out, or drained, or even satisfied. Alex looked...
Triumphant.
"Thanks, buddy," he said as he slowly withdrew from Drew's mouth. He dismounted the bed and padded to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Lexi had slumped over on top of Drew, panting. Drew's own dick, still mostly hard, remained inside her. After a few moments of resting her head on his chest, giving his left nipple an occasional kiss or suckle, she looked up and smiled. She was still covered in Alex's load, but when she went in for a kiss Drew didn't hesitate.
"Looks like you guys are ready for round 2!"
They both looked up to see Alex returning from the bathroom, a wicked grin on his face, his huge boner leading the way.
Drew and Lexi looked from Alex to each other and shared a smile.
It was gonna be a long night.
Now, in Hong Kong. Drew had been working Alex's feet with his mouth for a good 20 minutes. When Alex had ordered him to take off his socks, the pungent smell of sweaty feet filled the room. Now, that smell covered Drew's face. At Alex's direction, his tongue explored every crevice of his toes, sucking each of them like a little dick, sometimes taking all 5 toes in his mouth, stretching it wide. He knew Alex loved the look of his foot stretching Drew's face, drool dripping down his chin. Smile, buddy.
Sometimes Alex wouldn't let Drew so much as touch himself. Tonight, however, he had ordered Drew to strip naked and keep himself hard until he allowed the younger man to cum. Which likely wouldn't be for a long ass time. Drew stroked his 7.5 inch tool very lightly, trying not to get too far along. He knew the punishment for cumming without permission would be much worse than keeping himself on edge.
Alex's pants had come off at some point, and he was playing with himself under his boxer briefs. Even with his head covered in Alex's feet, Drew could see the monster inside growing. He had to slow down his own stroking to keep from popping off at the sight of it. But even not touching his dick, he felt a surge in it when he heard Alex's deep voice.
"All right, buddy," he said. "I think you've had enough fun with my feet for now. They're lubed as fuck in Drew spit, haha!"
Drew withdrew his mouth from Alex's toes and stared up at him, awaiting his next order.
Alex chuckled, reaching down and ruffling Drew's hair. "Such an obedient boy. Now work your way up to my nuts."
Drew began to kiss his way up Alex's hairy left leg. When he nearly reached the top, he started back over at his right foot, repeating the process as he knew Alex would want. When he reached the leg of his boxer briefs, he started to push his face up inside, trying to get his tongue to Alex's balls, but before he could he felt himself yanked up by his hair.
"Open up," Alex barked.
Drew opened his mouth. Alex leaned in and hocked up a big loogie. He spit it straight into Drew's mouth, coating his tongue and the back of his throat. Drew could taste beer in the spit and smell it on his breath. Alex stared into Drew's eyes, waiting.
Drew swallowed.
"What do you say?" Alex asked.
"Thanks, buddy," Drew replied.
Alex smiled and ruffled his hair again. "You know, I think we should amp this up a bit. You seem tame tonight. What do you think?"
"What do you have in mind?" Drew asked, as if he would say no to anything.
"Well, you're gonna be spending a good long time worshipping my cock, my balls, my ass, and whatever else I want. So let's get you going a little first."
Alex handed Drew the small brown bottle.
"10 second hit of poppers under each nostril. To start."
Starting out, trying to make it, the Chainsmokers sometimes had to share a hotel room. They were getting bigger, but they weren't yet at the point where it was private jets and presidential suites for everyone. To save money, so they could pour it into their music and their tour, they flew coach. And ate McDonald's. And when they had to, they bunked together.
Miami Beach is pricey no matter how rich you are, so it was no surprise to Drew when Alpert told him they be doubling up for Ultra. They had a couple of days before the show to relax. Drew was a little disappointed he'd have no privacy, but he'd try to make do.
Sometimes he would share with Rory and Alex with Olav, but the rest of the entourage wasn't arriving until tomorrow, so tonight it was him and Alex in a room together in the SLS South Beach, a small suite with separate living and sleeping areas. Drew was glad for the space, as rooming with Alex, a slob if ever there was one, could be trying on even the most patient friend.
It had been a couple of months since the threesome with Lexi. Alex had certainly mentioned it a few times in the course of his usual endless sex talk, but he never brought up their special...interaction. Drew was glad for that. It wasn't that he was ashamed or anything -- to each his own, he always said -- but he was definitely still processing the feelings it had stirred up in him. And to complicate matters further, when the image of Alex's dick reared itself in his mind during Drew's own solo sessions , he couldn't help but bring himself off to the thought of it.
The feeling of that spongy cockhead.
The salty taste of his cum.
Their first night in Miami, Alex went out with some old friends, but Drew opted to lay low, fully beat from traveling. He didn't know when his bandmate got in, but when he woke up around 9, he looked over and saw a passed out Alex in the other bed, hair disheveled and a little drool falling from his mouth onto the pillow.
Drew threw on some gym shorts went into the living room to work on some effects for a track he was producing. He had some new mics and a software package that could manipulate vocals kinda like Diplo and Skrillex did with Bieber's voice on "Where Are Ü Now". He played around with it for an hour or so, videoing himself so he didn't have to make notes on the different versions until later. He was in the zone. Eventually, however, he looked up and noticed movement behind him in the iPhone: a naked, freshly-showered Alex doing a joking striptease with just a towel.
"Dude, what the fuck." Drew had been feeling a flow with the work, and this interruption brought him completely out of it.
"You love it!" Alex laughed and smacked his own ass as he threw the towel at Drew, padding naked to flop facedown, ass up on the couch. Drew rolled his eyes and tossed the wet towel on the floor before going back to his laptop.
"We got any weed?" Alex asked lazily. "I'm so fucking hungover."
"Yeah, there's a few joints in my dopp kit."
"Grab one."
"Fuck you. Get it yourself."
"C'mon Drew, I can barely move. Please???"
Drew looked up and saw Alex had rolled over, splayed out on the couch, one leg over the back. His thick soft dick rested lustily across his thigh. Drew tried not to look, he swore he did, but he couldn't help it. Being naked around each other was no big thing -- close quarters on the road, you got used to it -- but now, after what had happened with Lexi, something was different.
"Fine," Drew sighed. "You lazy motherfucker."
Drew went into the bathroom, still steamy from Alex's shower, and found the plastic pill bottle packed discreetly with joints. He grabbed the goods and a lighter and returned to the living room. Settling into an armchair, he lit up the joint and took a nice long hit. The life of a traveling DJ was fun but tiresome -- both boys enjoyed a wake `n' bake as often as they could to take the edge off the constant travel and partying. Drew handed it to Alex, and laid back in the chair to enjoy the oncoming high.
For a while, they passed the joint back and forth. The doors to the small balcony were open and a pleasant breeze came in off the beach. Drew checked his texts and his Insta, noting with pleasure that his most recent pic is already over 10,000 likes. After a while, he set down his phone and put his feet up on the coffee table, staring at the ceiling, letting himself fall into the high.
Alex giggled, breaking Drew from his reverie. Drew looked over to see him watching some video on his phone. But that's not what caught his eye.
Alex was stroking his dick.
Sure, they talk about sex all the time. And yeah, they shared a girl once. And everything that entailed. But horndog that he is, Alex had never just openly jacked it in front of him.
And Drew can't take his eyes off it.
From where he was sitting, Drew could see down Alex's body but Alex couldn't see him. He couldn't help himself: he took the opportunity to examine Alex's body undisturbed. He'd never really looked at him like this, so intimately. Maybe it's the weed. (It's gotta be the weed, right?) He's transfixed. The light dusting of hair on his pecs around those big nips, the lean abs -- defined, for sure, but not a 6-pack -- leading to a trim bush of brown pubes surrounded that donkey dick.
'Fuck,' Drew thought. 'Am I perving on Alex's body?'
Alex stroked himself lightly, more playing than jerking off. He wasn't fully hard, more like floppy and meaty in that semi-hard way that only guys with really big dicks can get. Drew watched as his hand went up and down his shaft, pausing sometimes to give a few extra tugs to the ridge of his mushroom head, or swirl a little precum around the tip. Drew found himself licking his lips.
"Enjoying the show?"
Drew looked up and saw, in the reflection of the balcony door, Alex's face sporting a huge grin.
Shit.
"It's okay, lil buddy, I know it's interesting to watch a bigger man in action." Alex chuckled. "And by the looks of it, you're enjoying watching me beat my meat."
Drew looked down to see his own dick tenting his shorts obscenely. When had that happened? Fuck, this weed was strong.
"Man, no it's not wh--"
"Yeah it is." Alex swiveled on the couch to face Drew. He grabbed his dick in one hand and began smacking it heavily against his other palm. "You were getting hard watching me jerk my big. Fat. Dick."
They stared at each other. Drew gulped, unsure what to do, but Alex smiled brightly.
"Take yours out, Drew. It's only fair"
He wasn't sure why he followed his directions, but Drew found himself pulling the waistband of his shorts under his balls, his own rock hard dick slapping against his hard abs. Instinctively, he began to pull on it. Alex smiled wider.
"You got a nice piece too, bro," Alex said, regarding Drew's dick. "It's not as big as mine but I'm sure that thing's choked a few girls." He winked.
"Yeah," Drew's voice cracked. "It gets the job done."
"Stand up," Alex said as he himself rose off the couch.
Drew stood and Alex reached a hand to his waist and pulled him in close. Alex lined up their dicks next to each other, poking Drew in the groin with his. Drew's tip was still a good two inches from Alex's hip.
From this angle, their difference in size couldn't be more apparent. Alex's cock was bigger in every dimension: length, girth, everything. Yet for some reason it didn't make Drew feel inferior. Maybe it was the weed talking, but for some reason he was happy for his buddy to be so well-endowed.
"Our balls are about the same size," Drew said, giggling.
"That's true. Ball twins!" Alex agreed, and suddenly they were both cracking up.
"I have an idea. Don't move." Alex ran off like a flash into the bedroom. Drew heard some rustling and then Alex came running back into the room, hard dick wagging, with a small tape measure in his hand.
"Why do you even have that?" Drew asked, still cracking up.
Alex shrugged. "Hold you dick out," he said.
Drew held his dick at a 90 degree angle, and Alex stepped up, holding his the same way, until they were tip to tip. A small glistening of precum rubbed off from Alex's head onto Drew's.
"Take this." Alex handed Drew the end of the tape measure. He knew instinctively what to do, pulling it to the base of his cock. Alex pulled the rest along their dicks, curling it at the end to get a measurement.
"17 and...a third, I'd say!" He chuckled, triumphantly. "So you're about 7 and half. I know I'm just under 10. We should put that on the website. Almost a foot and a half of dick between us."
"Alpert would kill us!" Drew said.
"Exactly." Alex winked back at him.
Drew laughed, shaking his head. "I'm down if it's the combined length."
"Of course, bro," Alex giggles, wagging his dick, smacking Drew's with it.
A current of electricity passed through the air as both boys realized they're jerking off in front of each other. Drew hasn't really taken his eyes off Alex's cock the whole time. Their dicks were still touching. This was new territory.
"You know what I was thinking about?" Alex asked as he stroked.
"Huh?" Drew was barely paying attention, eyes transfixed.
"How hot it felt when we were both inside Lexi."
Drew looked up. Alex was biting his lip and pinching a nipple as he jerked his cock, which has become wet with precum. Drew couldn't be more turned on -- the combination of weed and the heat of their bodies in the Miami midday had him boned as fuck. He matched Alex stroke for stroke.
"Was that your fave part of that night bud?" Alex continued.
"Yeah," Drew said, his voice catching. "It felt so good. So tight."
"Yeah, you liked feeling my big cock against yours in that wet pussy?"
"Fuck yeah, bro."
"So hot," Alex whispered. "But that wasn't my favorite part."
Drew looked up again to see Alex staring deeply into his eyes. He felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing down lightly but insistently, and found himself crouching to his knees. Suddenly, he was face to face with Alex's big, beefy dick. His hand on the back of Drew's head, pulling him lightly forward. But the force isn't necessary.
As Drew looked up, he saw Alex grinning. Alex gave a little nod.
"Open up," he said as his dick pushed past Drew's lips into his mouth.
Now, at this point it should be noted that Drew has had a dick in his mouth before, once. He was in a frat at Syracuse, after all. Hazing still happens behind closed doors. But Pledgemaster Sully's dick wasn't hard, it was really small and slimy, Drew hated it, and it only lasted a couple seconds.
This was completely different. And despite himself, Drew realized that he liked it.
A lot.
Alex's dick was rock hard, and somehow seemed even bigger than usual as he pushed it toward the back of Drew's mouth.
"Cover your teeth," Alex said.
Drew looked up and saw his buddy towering over him, a look of pure lust in his eyes. There was something so manly about Alex in that moment, the 5 days of stubble on his face, the light dusting of hair on his chest trimmed to a social media-acceptable length. He smelled good, like some heady combination of shower gel, sweat, and yesterday's tequila. Drew breathed it in through his nose, wrapped his lips over his teeth, and began bobbing as well as he could on the first few inches of Alex's massive meat.
A dick that big would be difficult for even the most experienced cocksucker, and Alex must have known that, because he was patient in a way that Drew found almost endearing. He wasn't pushing Drew at all, in fact he was fully letting Drew take the lead. His hand rested in Drew's hair, mussing it affectionately.
Drew had of course been blown many times in his life, and as a natural go-getter his stoned mind thought, `what do I like when a girl is sucking my dick?' Then he put that thought into action.
He bobbed up and down on Alex's cock, barely getting past the giant head. He sucked like a vacuum on each upstroke, pulling at Alex's dick and taking special care to lick the underside of his glans as his tongue slid past it with each stroke. Every time he bobbed his head downward onto Alex, Drew pushed a little further, a half an inch this time, another the next, as he impaled himself further down on the object of his efforts. Still, it seemed impossible how much of Alex's length was left to go.
Alex let out a low moan of pleasure. Drew glanced up and saw his friend staring down at him, mouth agape. They made eye contact and Alex grinned.
"Feels so fuckin' good, Drew."
Drew felt his own dick stiffen a bit more in his hand. He hadn't even realized he was stroking himself, but when he fingered the end of his piece, it seems like a metric fuckton of precum was leaking down onto his gym shorts, still pulled just under his balls.
Alex reached down for Drew's other hand and brought it to his nuts. Drew instinctively pulled on those big orbs, fondling them and weighing them in his hand. He felt how they were simultaneously strong and delicate -- the source of Alex's manhood. He took a break from sucking to lick those precious orbs, first one, then the other, then both, continuing to stroke Alex's giant shaft, or at least the end of it, as he licked.
As Drew licked his nuts, Alex moaned in appreciation. He still had one hand in Drew's hair, and encouraged his face right into his crotch so he could get both balls in his mouth. Later, it would occur to Drew that he'd let his best bud teabag him. His nose was pressed right into Alex's groin and the smell was pure sex. It triggered something in Drew's brain and he started sucking those big balls with abandon.
Suddenly, Alex pulled away. Drew found himself panting as he gazed up.
The grin was gone from Alex's face, replaced by a look of hunger and lust he'd only seen when they were fucking Lexi together. Alex grabbed his dick at the base and aimed it for Drew's mouth. Drew barely had time to react before Alex plunged his dick as deep as he could into Drew's mouth. Or, to be more accurate, into Drew's throat.
And at that moment, both boys learned something.
Drew doesn't have a gag reflex.
None at all.
Alex's dick had disappeared, and Drew's nose was in his pubes.
This is the moment everything really changed.
For his part, Alex had just been fucking with Drew for months. He'd wanted his buddy to get on his knees and suck his dick, sure, but not because he thought it would be a good blowjob. Really, he wanted a leg up on the younger man. To most people, Drew was better looking than him, he could admit that, and he had an easier way with girls. They practically threw themselves at the floppy-haired prick. He was more personable and less awkward in interviews. And he could sort of sing. As Drew increasingly became the face of the Chainsmokers, Alex had felt a kernel of resentment growing, and a small voice, a voice he certainly wasn't proud of but couldn't ignore, began to demand some way to even the playing field.
Alex had always known he had at least one thing going for him that most people, Drew included, didn't: the big ol' pipe in his pants. And when he went to beat off in the studio bathroom that night so long ago, he'd only meant to drop a load. He had no idea he'd be putting on a show for his bandmate. Or that he'd learn the power his dick had over the younger man.
After he blasted the mirror with his spunk, Alex had zipped up and thought, `well that's going to make things a little awkward.' But then he realized he'd found a way in. He was always candid with his sexual exploits. Sure, he embroidered and embellished for the boys, everyone does, but he started to give Drew a special level of attention when it came to sex talk. They'd always been open about practically everything -- they'd shared their dreams, their fears, their pet peeves, their deepest insecurities over the course of their collaboration-turned-best-friendship. They were bros; that's why the Chainsmokers worked. All Alex did was take that opening and draw it wider.
The thing with Lexi had really been a lark. Alex had known she'd be at the party, and she had told him about her fantasy to get fucked by him and Drew at the same time. That was all true. And sure, Alex may have subtly encouraged Olav to get Drew to take a molly. But Alex was on it too, and as he came up he felt a rush of love for his buddy. How fun would it be to tag team a girl together! So he set a plan in motion.
And honestly, it was a super hot fuck. He'd had threesomes with other dudes before -- hell, Alex went to NYU, he'd been with a few dudes before, not a lot, they did tend to give better head -- but there was something special about doing it with Drew. He had this puppy dog quality that Alex wanted to both cherish and corrupt all at the same time. He felt like he was directing his own porno. It was hot to watch this guy he thought of as his little bro really give it to Lexi. She definitely liked it. And when she told them she'd be up for DV -- fuuuuuck. Sticking his big dick in alongside Drew's perfectly respectable piece was a real sexual high point for Alex, and after he unloaded all over Lexi's face and saw that he'd gotten Drew in the crossfire, his mouth just hanging open...well, Alex was never one to turn down an opportunity when he saw it.
So today, when he caught Drew ogling his dick in the reflection of the door, even though his head was pounding from the tequila, or maybe because of it, Alex knew it was time to take things up a notch. He loved pushing buttons and seeing what he could get away with. This would just be the next step in their weirdly close friendship.
When Alex put his hand on Drew's shoulder and met basically no resistance, he knew the game was up. What he didn't know was how much he'd like it. The power he felt having his dick in Drew's mouth was next fucking level.
Seeing him on his knees like that -- fuck. Alex would never in his life forget that view.
And the little dude wasn't a bad cocksucker! He wasn't taking much, but who ever could? Given his size, Alex was used to half a blowjob at best. But when Drew started really gaying out, taking both his nuts in his mouth and shoving his face up in his junk, Alex couldn't help himself: he went on autopilot and began treating Drew like the bitch that he was. He grabbed his cock and aimed it squarely for the back of Drew's throat, with every intention of making him gag hard.
And then: nothing.
Drew took it all.
The whole fucking thing.
Alex's dick was just...gone. And Drew's nose was pressed up against his trimmed pubes.
No one, no one, had ever done that before. Alex was shocked. Every since he was 13 and convinced Becca Shaw to blow him, Alex had known he'd never get the deep-throat head he saw in porn and lusted after. Not the sluttiest groupies, or the theater dudes at Tisch. Not Lexi and her magic mouth. Not even that Russian hooker he'd met coming out of the bathroom at 1OAK who surprised him with one in the stink. None of them had been able to take his cock to the root.
But Drew, of all people, could?
Meanwhile, the newly christened deep-throater was just as surprised as anybody. Until this very moment, it had never occurred to Drew to try to deep-throat anything. Yet here he was, his nose mashed up against Alex's groin, unable to see above the happy trail leading to his belly button.
The sensation of having Alex's dick halfway down his throat was interesting, if not altogether pleasant. It was certainly stretching him open, but it had also slid in with relative ease. The assault on his throat was more surprising than anything else.
He began to withdraw Alex's cock from his throat. As it slithered out, dripping with throat slime, Drew glanced up and caught Alex's eye. His jaw was on the floor. The look on his face was one of awe.
For a moment, they stared at each other, panting.
"Dude," Alex said. "Holy shit. You took the whole thing."
The delight in his voice made Drew smile, although the whole situation was so weird he wasn't exactly sure what to think.
Something you should know about Drew is that he's naturally a people pleaser. He wants everyone to have fun and be happy. It's the reason he's such a good presence on stage. And this tendency lent itself equally to more intimate encounters. At Syracuse, he developed a reputation among certain sororities for munching excellent box. Rarely a week of college went by that Drew couldn't be found with his head between the legs of at least one happily writhing co-ed. So when he saw how much Alex liked that he could take his him whole, he felt a similar sense of pride and accomplishment.
But there was more to it than that. Pleasing a girl was fun, but this was hot in a different way. Something about how Alex had just gone for it, stuck it in, fuck the consequences, really turned Drew's crank. It was a huge turn-on being controlled, having his body used for someone else's pleasure, being subordinate. Truly successful people, like Drew was quickly becoming, often develop a desire for some sort of surrender, since the rest of their lives require such a force of will. To give over to someone else's will was a release, freedom.
"I wanna try it again," Alex said.
Without hesitation Drew's lips parted and once again Alex plunged into his throat with the same ease. This time, he had both hands on the back of Drew's head, pulling him into his crotch. He held him there for a few seconds, and as Drew started to pull back, held further still. Drew's eyes bugged out, panicking, and he put his hand on Alex's hips, trying to push him away.
"Calm down. Breathe through your nose."
Alex took a stern tone and kept a firm grip on the back of the younger man's head, his fingers entwined in Drew's hair. As he sucked oxygen through his nose, Drew realized he had nothing to be afraid of. He could breathe just fine, considering the position he was in.
Neither man moved for a long moment. Drew could feel Alex's cock somehow harden even further in his throat. If he could have seen anything but Alex's waistline, he would have found his buddy's eyes closed, mouth agape, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Alex pulled out slightly, until only the tip of his big spongy mushroom head remained in Drew's mouth, the rest of it stretching his lips. Then he pushed back in and began a slow, earnest facefuck.
In all the way, out almost all the way. Over and over, at a deliberate pace. Drew tried to keep up, but breathing and keeping his teeth from scraping Alex's cock were about the only tasks he could handle during this assault on his throat. All the while, a stream of appreciation issued from Alex's mouth.
"Oh fuck, buddy, that feels amazing. You have no idea!"
In, out, in, out. A trail of spittle formed over the five o'clock shadow on Drew's square chin.
"Ahhhh I'm deep dickin' your face. I can't believe this shit."
The rutting began to increase in speed as Alex's libido outpaced his amazement.
"Fuck yeah bro, take that dick!"
Drew removed a hand from Alex's hip and began to fist his own rock hard cock. The drool and throat slime dripping from his mouth made excellent lube. Drew's hand stroked up and down his wet rod with no resistance.
"Yeah bitch, jerk your little dick while you take daddy's cock!"
Alex held Drew's head still as he fucked in and out of his throat. Drew felt each thrust deep in his throat and tried to catch a little extra breath on the way out each time. His dick felt like it was gonna explode, he was so close to the edge.
"Fuck [thrust] fuck [thrust] fuck [thrust]. I'm gonna nut. I'm gonna nut. Here it comes!"
Before Drew could react, Alex's grip on his head tightened and he slid as far as he possibly could into Drew's throat.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then, with a deep guttural groan, Alex unloaded deep inside Drew.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
In his throat, Drew could feel pulse after pulse erupting from Alex's dick as he deposited his load directly into his stomach.
Finally, Alex loosened his grip on Drew's skull, pulled his dick from Drew's mouth, and fell back on the couch, panting.
Drew was also out of breath. For a moment, they regarded one another, each taking in deep gulps of air but for very different reasons.
Then Alex glanced down, and started giggling.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Drew didn't know what he'd expected to happen, but it sure wasn't to be laughed at.
"Look at you!" Alex said when he recovered. "You came buckets!"
Drew looked down at his own dick, which apparently hadn't been as neglected as one might think. It was bright red, still almost fully hard, and his entire crotch, from his happy trail on down to his balls, was covered in a thick layer of his own jizz.
"Second time you've busted with my dick in your mouth!"
'Damn,' Drew thought. 'I dunno if I've ever cum that much.'
And while getting skull-fucked by Alex.
Shit.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thanks again for reading. I'm planning at least a few more chapters, and it's only gonna get dirtier from here. If you enjoyed the story, have feedback, or have ideas for future chapters, I'd love to hear from you: elliottpatterson02@gmail.com