Bro to Hoe - Part 26 (Patreon)

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Atlas dropped his gym bag without looking away from the couch. He kicked the door shut behind him and was already peeling his shirt off as he crossed the room.

“Move,” he told Rex, voice light with pure amusement. “I want a taste before it runs down any further.”

Rex pulled out slowly. The white mess he left behind immediately began to leak from Simon’s open hole in a slow, glossy trickle. Atlas dropped to his knees between Simon’s still-spread thighs, shoved them wider with both hands, and buried his face in the cleft without any hesitation.

The first long drag of his tongue collected a thick strand of Rex’s load and pulled it into his mouth. He hummed in open satisfaction and went back for more, licking deep into the loosened ring, scooping and sucking at the mess until Simon’s hips jerked helplessly against his face. Atlas ate him like he was starving for it, sloppy sounds filling the living room as he worked his tongue in and out of the freshly fucked hole, chasing every trace of what Rex had left behind. Spit and spent seed mixed and ran down over Simon’s balls. Atlas’s hands kept Simon’s cheeks spread wide the entire time so nothing could escape him.

Only when the hole was glistening and fluttering did Atlas finally lift his head, mouth shiny. He wiped his chin with the back of one wrist and looked up at Rex, who had been watching with dark interest while stroking himself back toward full hardness.

“Keep him open for me,” Atlas said.

Rex reached down and hooked his hands behind Simon’s knees, holding him folded and exposed. Atlas shoved his own shorts down just far enough, spit into his palm, and slicked the length of himself with two quick strokes. He lined up and pushed into the messy heat in one steady drive, sliding in far easier than Rex had thanks to the load still inside. A low, appreciative groan left him.

“Jesus, he’s soft and filthy in there.”

He started fucking with deep, rolling thrusts, the kind that kept most of his length buried while he ground against Simon’s ass on every stroke. The wet sound of it was louder now, the mixture of spit and Rex’s seed making everything sticky. Simon’s mouth fell open on a continuous string of broken noises, his own neglected shaft bouncing against his stomach with every impact.

Atlas did not ignore Rex for long. He leaned sideways while still buried in Simon and wrapped his lips around the half-hard length that had just been inside the same hole. He sucked it back to full thickness with the same greedy enthusiasm he had shown Simon’s ass, bobbing his head in time with the thrusts of his hips. Rex’s hand settled on the back of Atlas’s head, guiding him deeper while he watched his own length disappear into that willing mouth.

The three of them locked into a messy rhythm. Atlas fucked into Simon’s used hole with steady, powerful strokes while his mouth worked over Rex, spit running down the shaft and over his own knuckles where he braced himself. Simon could only lie there and take it, thighs shaking in Rex’s grip, the dual reality of being filled again so soon after his first time and watching Atlas suck the man who had just finished inside him making his head spin.

Atlas pulled off Rex’s length with a wet sound just long enough to speak, voice rough.

“Still so fucking open for me.”

Then he swallowed Rex down again and kept thrusting, the wet slap of his hips against Simon’s ass mixing with the sounds of his mouth.

Atlas kept the same greedy rhythm going for a while longer, mouth sliding wetly over Rex while his hips snapped forward into Simon in short, deep thrusts. Every time he went balls deep he ground against Simon’s ass before dragging back just far enough to drive in again. Spit ran down Rex’s shaft and over Atlas’s chin, dripping onto Simon’s stomach in warm splatters. Simon’s hands had found the edge of the couch cushion and locked there, knuckles white, the constant dual stimulation leaving him open-mouthed and glassy-eyed.

Rex finally tugged Atlas off by the hair with a low sound of need. Atlas let the hard, spit-slick cock spring free and looked up, lips swollen, completely unfazed.

“You want in?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Rex only nodded once. Atlas pulled out of Simon with a wet sound that made the younger man whimper at the sudden emptiness. A fresh trickle of white followed him out. Atlas did not go far. He stayed on his knees between Simon’s thighs, leaned forward, and braced himself on one hand beside Simon’s head so his own ass was presented high and open. The position kept the head of his cock still kissing Simon’s messy hole.

“Go on then,” Atlas said over his shoulder, voice bright with pure filth. “I can take it. I’ve missed your dick.”

Rex spit once, dragged the wetness down the cleft of Atlas’s ass, and pushed inside him in a single steady drive. Atlas’s mouth fell open on a deep, appreciative groan as he was filled. The force of the thrust shoved him forward and back into Simon at the same time, burying him to the root again in one smooth motion. For a moment all three of them simply breathed through the new arrangement: Rex buried in Atlas, Atlas buried in Simon, a single chain of heat and pressure.

Then Rex started fucking.

Each powerful snap of his hips drove Atlas deeper into Simon. Atlas took it with open delight, head hanging forward, one hand braced on the couch while the other reached down to stroke Simon in time with the thrusts that kept rocking through him. The wet slap of skin on skin layered over itself, Rex against Atlas, Atlas against Simon, the whole couch shifting under the force of it.

“Holy shit,” Atlas laughed, the sound broken by a particularly hard thrust that punched the air out of him. “I’m the luckiest dude alive right now. Getting dicked down while I’m still balls-deep in this perfect fucking hole. Don’t you dare stop.”

He kept talking through it, filthy and breathless and completely without shame, telling Simon how good he felt, telling Rex to give it to him harder, laughing again whenever a deep stroke made his own hips jerk forward and punch another moan out of the man underneath him. Simon could only cling to the cushions and take the relentless rhythm, every thrust from Rex translating straight into Atlas’s cock dragging over the sensitive place inside him.

Rex’s pace grew rougher, more urgent. Atlas matched it, slamming back to meet every stroke while still fucking into Simon with the same force. The chain of them moved as one filthy unit until Rex finally drove in hard and held there, an animalistic sound leaving him as he emptied himself deep into Atlas. The sudden heat and the way Atlas’s body clenched around the invasion was enough to tip Atlas over the edge right after. He buried himself to the hilt in Simon and came with a broken, laughing groan, spilling into the already messy hole in several strong surges while his thighs shook.

The feeling of being filled a second time while Atlas’s weight pinned him down shoved Simon past the point of no return. His back arched hard and he finished untouched, painting his own stomach and chest in milky stripes while his hole clenched and fluttered around Atlas through every wave of it.

For a long moment the only sound in the living room was three sets of rough breathing. Rex pulled out first, a slow trickle of his load following him from Atlas’s ass. Atlas stayed buried in Simon a few extra seconds longer, forehead resting against Simon’s shoulder, before he finally eased back and sat on his heels, looking down at the absolute mess they had made of the couch and each other.

He wiped a hand across his smiling mouth and let out a long, satisfied breath.

“Yeah,” he said, voice wrecked and happy. “We’re definitely doing that again.”