Clean-Cut to Gutter Slut - Part 9 (Patreon)

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Mom and Dad pulled out of the driveway Friday morning. Mom leaned out the window one last time, gave me that same soft smile she’s had since I was a younger, and called, “Be good while we’re gone, honey. We will stay at my sisters until Sunday night—left plenty of leftovers in the fridge.” Dad just nodded, slapped the roof of the truck once, and they drove off. The second their taillights disappeared around the corner the house felt huge and dead silent except for the low hum of the AC. My dick started swelling in my shorts right there in the kitchen.

I grabbed my phone and opened the horny group chat I’d been teasing for days, guys I found on Grindr. Rhett, Marcus, and Rico. Typed fast: “Parents gone till Sunday night. House empty. My place 8pm. Door unlocked. Bring nothing but hard dick and whatever lube you like.” Hit send.

Replies came in seconds. Rhett: “Bet. See you soon bro.” Marcus: “Been waiting for this.” Rico: “On my way, slut.” My stomach flipped hard, but my cock jumped so hard it slapped my thigh. I spent the next hours turning the place into a fuck den. I stripped every sheet off my bed, laid down three thick beach towels so the mattress wouldn’t get wrecked. Dimmed every light in the living room and bedroom. Cracked the window a couple inches so the air wouldn’t turn into pure cum-stink by morning. Showered quick, didn’t even dry off—just wrapped a towel around my waist and let my half-hard dick tent the front while I waited.

By seven-thirty my dick was throbbing so bad I couldn’t sit still. I went into my bedroom, dropped the towel, and flopped back on the towels I’d laid out. My hand wrapped around my shaft and started stroking it, base to tip, thumb smearing the precum that was already leaking steady. I spread my legs wide, reached down with my other hand, and circled my hole with two fingers. It was still a little puffy and loose from the heavy use, and just touching it made me leak more. I pushed one finger in easy, then two, working them while I pumped my fist faster on my dick.

The stretch felt good, that burn turning into heat. I added a third finger, twisting them deep, curling to rub that spot inside that made my toes curl and my nuts pull up tight. Precum was dripping down my shaft onto my knuckles. I edged myself like that for twenty minutes—stroking fast then slowing down, fingers pumping in and out, hole making wet squelching sounds every time I pushed in.

My mind kept flashing to Rhett’s beer-can girth, Marcus’s veiny pole, Rico’s long curved length. I was right on the edge, breathing hard, when I grabbed my phone off the nightstand.

My thumb hovered over Brooks’ name. One tap and I could call him instead. Tell him to come over, just the two of us, something real instead of three random guys turning me into a cum dump. My finger was literally on the call button. I could hear his voice in my head already—“You good, man?”—and part of me wanted that. Wanted him to pin me down and own me like he does.

But then I thought about how filthy this was going to be—three cocks at once, no feelings, just getting used—and my hole clenched around my fingers so hard I almost came right there. I tossed the phone on the pillow, pulled my fingers out with a wet pop, and wiped them on the towel. “Fuck it,” I muttered. “I want this tonight.” I kept stroking slow, keeping myself right on the edge until the doorbell finally rang at eight sharp.

Rhett showed up first. Big linebacker shoulders filling the doorway, dark buzzcut, thick neck, gray sweats hanging so low I could see the deep V of his hips and the outline of his cock swinging with every step. He kicked his sneakers off in the hall, stepped inside, and the second the door clicked shut he grabbed the back of my neck, yanked me into a rough kiss that tasted like mint gum and beer.

His tongue pushed into my mouth while his other hand shoved straight under my towel, wrapped around my dick, and gave it two slow, firm pumps that made my knees buckle. “Nice house,” he muttered against my lips, thumb smearing the precum already leaking from my tip. “Even nicer hole waiting for me.”

Marcus pulled up ten minutes later. Mid-forties, salt-and-pepper beard, button-down already half-unbuttoned showing dark hair across his chest. He didn’t say a word, just closed the door, dropped his keys on the table, and walked straight over. His big palm landed on my ass cheek, squeezed hard enough to leave fingerprints, then two fingers slid between my cheeks and pressed right against my rim. He felt how loose and still a little sticky I was, grinned against my neck, and pushed one finger inside up to the knuckle while Rhett kept stroking me.

Rico rolled in last. Tatted arms covered in black ink, shaved head gleaming, gold chain glinting, jeans so tight the nine-inch curve of his cock was outlined down his thigh. He stepped inside, locked the door with a soft click, and the energy in the room changed instantly. I dropped the towel and sank to my knees right there on the living-room carpet. Three hard dicks surrounded my face.

Rhett shoved his sweats down first. His cock flopped out, wrist-thick and uncut. The foreskin was already pulled halfway back, head shiny and leaking. I opened wide, took the head between my lips, and pushed my tongue under the skin to taste that cheesy, salty tang that made my own dick throb against my stomach. Rhett grabbed my hair with both hands and fed me more—inch after inch until my throat bulged and I gagged wet, spit pouring down my chin in thick strings that dripped onto the carpet. Marcus moved behind me, dropped to his knees, spread my ass wide with both hands, and buried his face between my cheeks. His beard scratched my hole while his tongue speared straight in—hot, wet, sloppy licks that made me moan loud around Rhett’s cock.

Rico stood to the side, stroking his long curved length, then stepped closer and slapped it against my cheek right next to Rhett’s shaft. I pulled off Rhett just long enough to stretch my mouth around both heads at once—lips splitting wide, tongue swirling around the two leaking tips, tasting the mix of their precum while Marcus tongue-fucked my ass deeper, his beard rubbing my cheeks raw.

Marcus stood up suddenly, pants gone. His shorter but veiny prick, cut with a flared head—nudged my rim. He spit once, right on my hole, then shoved into my ass raw in one long push. The stretch burned so good I groaned loud around the two cocks in my mouth.

Marcus started thrusting—deep, steady slams that made my guts shift and my balls swing heavy between my legs. Rhett pulled out of my mouth, stepped to the side, and started jerking his meat over my back, smearing spit and precum across my spine. Rico took my throat full now, fucking my face while Marcus railed my ass from behind. The room filled with wet sounds—my choking gags, Marcus’s hips slapping my cheeks, the slick sound of Rhett stroking himself against my skin.

Rhett moved next. He stepped behind Marcus, tapped his shoulder once. Marcus pulled out slow, his prick shiny with my ass juices. Rhett lined up that massive girth and pushed in—head popping past my ring, then the rest sinking until his heavy balls rested against mine. The fullness made my eyes roll back. Rhett started pounding—hard, relentless strokes that made the couch creak under my elbows and my prostate light up like fireworks every single thrust. Marcus fed me his thickness again, making me taste my own ass on him while Rico jerked his curved length over my shoulder, smearing precum on my neck.

Rico moved to the couch. He lay on his back, pulled me down on top of him so I was straddling his lap. His curved cock slid straight into my hole in one smooth push, hitting that spot inside me perfect on the first stroke. I started riding him—up and down, ass clenching around every inch while Rhett stood over us and fed me his fat cock again. Marcus knelt beside us, reached down, and wrapped his fist around my leaking dick—pumping me rough while Rico fucked up into me from below. Sweat poured off all of us, dripping onto my back, my chest, the towels.

Rhett pulled out of my mouth, stepped back, and watched for a second. Marcus took his place in my throat. Rhett moved behind me, tapped Rico’s thigh. Rico lifted me off his cock just long enough for Rhett to slide back in—girth stretching me wider again. Rhett fucked me hard for a few strokes, then pulled out. Rico slid back under and drove in deep. Rhett fucked me next, then Rico again, each time the new cock slamming in while the other waited, stroking, smearing their pre on my skin.

Rhett went first. He buried himself balls-deep, growled low, and came, flooding my guts till it squirted out around his base with every grind. He stayed in, rolling his hips, pushing it deeper. Then he pulled out slow. Cum bubbled from my wrecked hole and ran down my thighs in fat white globs.

Rico flipped me onto my back on the couch, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove that long curved cock back in. It hit my spot perfect on every single stroke—dragging over it, making my own dick leak steady onto my stomach. Marcus straddled my chest, knees on the cushions, and fed me his dick again. I sucked him sloppy, spit running down my chin onto my neck.

Rhett knelt beside us, reached down, and wrapped his fist around my cock—pumping me rough while Rico railed me. Rico fucked harder, sweat flying off his shaved head, then buried himself balls-deep and came—jets mixing with Rhett’s load deep inside me, so much it pushed out around his shaft in creamy rings every time he thrust.

Marcus pulled out of my mouth, stood up with Rhett. Rico climbed off me, his curved cock still half-hard and shiny. All three of them formed a tight circle right over my face—fists flying fast. I lay there, legs spread wide, hole gaping and leaking two heavy loads onto the towel, mouth open, tongue flat. Rhett went first—ropes of cum lashing my forehead, eyes, nose, one strand landing right across my lips.

Marcus followed—blasts hitting my tongue, chin, dripping down my neck. Rico aimed lower—splattering my chest, nipples, stomach. I came not even touching myself, dick kicking hard, shooting across my own abs while they painted me. The last spurts landed in my hair, on my eyelashes, one even hitting my open mouth so I could taste the salty mix of all three.

I just lay there gasping, covered head to toe in their cum—face glazed, chest streaked, ass still twitching and pushing out slow white rivers onto the towel. The room smelled like sweat, spit, ass, and fresh loads. My skin felt sticky and warm everywhere. They wiped their dicks on the towels, pulled clothes back on, gave quick high-fives, and left. Rhett clapped my shoulder on the way out. “Text us anytime you’re empty again, dude.” Door shut. House went quiet except for my own breathing.

I stayed on the couch another twenty minutes, fingers tracing the cooling cum on my skin, licking what I could reach off my lips and chin. Then I dragged my wrecked ass to the shower, watched all that mixed seed swirl down the drain in thick white ribbons while the water burned my skin.

Monday morning the acceptance packet showed up in the mail—thick envelope, dorm assignment, move-in date, roommate confirmation. Brooks’ name printed right next to mine. My dick twitched again even though I was still sore as fuck. College was about to start.