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First Time I Compared Dicks With The Neighbor Boy

Chapter 5: Group Insertion

I did not turn my head, and I did not stop moving inside Rhys. I just let whoever Clark do what he was going to do behind me.

He reached past me and found the lube on the carpet where Rhys had dropped it, and I heard the cap and the wet sound of it squeezing out onto his hand.

Nobody said anything.

His hand came around my hip first and slid over my ass, the lube already warmed up on his palm, and he spread it around, and then he worked his fingers around my ass and got at my hole properly. He circled with two fingertips for a while, just pressure, back and forth over the opening, testing the integrity of the opening, while I kept pushing into Rhys. He put a finger in roughly, and my whole lower half tightened up and I made a noise into the back of Rhys's neck.

Rhys reached back and grabbed my hip and held me inside himself. 

"Keep going," he whispered, apparently having no idea that Clark was behind me starting his own project.

Every time Clark pushed harder behind me and I flinched or lost my rhythm, Rhys pushed back onto me and squeezed down and pulled me right back into him, and my body would release whatever it was clenching and give another millimeter.

Clark worked me open with his finger magic from behind while Rhys kept me buried at the front, and it went on for a long time.

One finger went in. I felt every part of that, the burn of it and the strange feeling in my insides, and my hips jerked forward and drove into Rhys hard enough that he grunted out loud. Clark took his time. He went in and came most of the way out and went back in, deeper each pass, and he did something with the tip of it in me that made my dick pulse hard enough that Rhys felt it inside him and squeezed back.

Then two. Two was different. Two fingers stretched me out sideways, and I shoved my forehead into the back of Rhys's shoulder and breathed raggedly against his shirt while Clark spread his fingers apart in me, still buried in Rhys the whole time, not moving.

Rhys put his hand back on my thigh and rubbed it slowly while I did that.

The women upstairs shouted about something, apparently still up, some kind of game round ending, and there was a bunch of stomping and clapping. Clark worked a third finger in while they did it.

I was shaking by then. Not from pain, the pain had gone dull and low, but out of the surreal nature of being balls deep in one guy while my new neighbor opened me up with his fingers.

Clark's fingers came out and I felt empty in a way I didn't like.

Then more lube, more of that wet sound behind me, and he moved in closer. He got his arm under my head and along my ribs while Rhys continued working back onto me on his own, and Clark pulled my top knee up so it lay over Rhys's, and then I felt him against me, blunt and hot, way bigger than three fingers, and he pushed. 

Nothing happened. 

He pushed again and I got a hand back and grabbed his hip, and he stopped and waited, and Rhys reached back and pulled my head down and turned his face and kissed me over his shoulder, and then Clark pushed a third time and the head went in, making me groan into Rhys's mouth. He kept his lips on mine to hold it in.

Clark went in by inches after that, and it took forever. I was surprised I was lasting that long inside Rhys, but I guessed it had something to do with the distraction in my ass. Clark would push and hold and let me breathe and then push again. I could feel every bit of him arriving inside my body, thick and even the whole length. I reached back and felt it, remembering that I couldn't close my fingers around it in my fist. And every inch he put in me pushed me deeper into Rhys, because there was nowhere else for me to go.

When his hips finally met the back of me I let out a breath I had been holding for what felt like a full minute. My organs rearranged themselves and it felt like he was pressing into my lungs while a lead cannon stuffed my ass.

He started moving. Slowly, small pushes at first, his hand flat on my stomach holding me back against him, his chest hot on my shoulder blades and his breath coming into my hair. He did not speed up. He kept the same slow, heavy push, all the way in and most of the way out, over and over.

I was in the middle of it.

All three of us were on our sides in one line facing the same direction, Clark behind me, me behind Rhys, everybody's knees pulled up, crossing over the body in front of them, all of us moving on the same beat because there was no way not to. Clark led the momentum, and Rhys eventually noticed he was there when he reached back farther and felt the next body, and he didn't miss a beat as he just started caressing both of us. 

When Clark pushed forward it drove me into Rhys, and Rhys grunted at the front end of it every time, so one push moved three of us and made two of us make noise. I did not have to do anything anymore. Clark fucked me and I fucked Rhys with the same motion, and my body was just the part in the middle that both of them passed the push along.

And through the strange pressure, it started to feel extremely good.

Clark hooked his chin over my shoulder and turned my face back toward him with two fingers and kissed me. His mouth was different from Rhys's, wider, and he still had his glasses on, and the frames pressed into my cheekbone.

I craned forward over Rhys's shoulder and he turned his head back to meet me and I would kiss him, both of us straining our necks at a bad angle to reach, and his hand came back and gripped the back of my head to hold me there.

I went back and forth between the two of them with my mouth while I lost any concept of time passing, a strange pleasure gripping me from my crotch and ass while my upper body was pressed between two male bodies. My head turned one way and then the other, one mouth and then the other mouth, and both of them kept a hand on my body, rubbing up and down over each other's fingers the whole time.

A phone lit up in the dark, a few feet away on the carpet, and a hand raised it higher, and there was Brent, knelt at head height in front of the line of us, close, filming one-handed with the phone turned sideways. His shorts were already gone and his other hand was on himself, and he had gotten himself into position while I had my eyes shut.

His hips and dick were less than a foot from my face.

I opened my mouth for him. Nobody asked me. He was not even looking at me, he was looking at his screen, and I turned my head forward off Rhys's shoulder and opened up, and he shifted forward on his knees and put himself in. I could taste the lube from earlier still on him as he quickly pressed all the way to my throat.

After that it stopped being quiet. 

Clark's hips started hitting the back of me hard enough to make a real slapping sound and mine started doing the same into Rhys as I held his ass on me tightly. The whole line was moving together and the noise of it filled that basement, skin on skin plus three guys breathing hard and Brent's little grunts above me. Nobody whispered. Upstairs the women shrieked about some new game event, and Jax's snoring had stopped at some point without me noticing.

I only found out where Jax was when the first squirt of hot liquid hit us.

It came across Rhys's shoulder and got the side of my cheek, warm, and I opened my eyes and turned toward where it came from, and Jax was sitting up against the bottom of the stairs with his back on the riser and his shorts down and his fist pumping himself, watching all four of us.

He smirked as he laughed once, almost out his nose, and he did not get up off the stairs. He stayed there and kept stroking until he had wrung out the last of it.

Brent finished next, pulling out of my mouth and squirting onto my chin and my lips, this dude I just met that day holding the phone steady the entire time so it stayed in frame, his other hand pumping himself, and he was saying "oh, oh, oh" quietly with each one and then he sat back on his heels and finally put the phone down on the carpet, angling the camera up.

I felt Clark ramping up after that, breathing hard into the back of my head. I held Rhys's body against me and let Clark's momentum thrust us all together. He finished as he wrapped both arms around my chest and pulled me back onto himself and held me there, and I felt him release in me, the pulsing of it, his forehead pressed into the back of my neck and his hips jerking three or four times with none of the sense of controlled motion he had maintained up to then. He made almost no sound as he squeezed me hard enough that I could not fill my lungs all the way.

Knowing I was filled with cum, after feeling it and tasting it on my lips set me off, and the pressure of his giant dick inside me was the end of it. I got both hands on Rhys's hips and pushed all the way into him and stayed there and came, my first load ever shot into a person, and my whole body locked up in the middle between the two of them with Clark still holding onto my chest, and I made a strange noise again into the back of Rhys's moist shirt. Rhys clamped down on me with every pulse like he was milking it out of me.

I kept myself inside him, even after Clark pulled out of me, and sensed Rhys reach down to stroke himself. I rubbed his chest and pinched his nipples while he quickly gave himself three or four fast pulls while I was still in him twitching, and he squirted onto the sleeping bag under him and his own fist while his back arched into my chest hard, his ass crushing down on me so tightly it almost hurt.

The line broke apart. Clark rolled away, leaving my moist back feeling the cool air of the room. I slid out of Rhys, and a warm trickle followed me out of him onto my thigh, and Rhys stayed exactly where he was on his side, his bare little ass facing me, and he didn't move at all for a minute. Brent lay flat down on the carpet where he had been kneeling.

Somebody got up eventually and went for the paper towel roll on the utility sink under the stairs, and I heard it tearing off, and then the roll came down the row in the dark, passed hand to hand. I got a wad of it and wiped my face and my chin and then handed it on to Rhys, who reached back and wiped all the area that had cum on it. It went to Clark and then over to Brent and I have no idea where it ended up.

We all got back to our own bags. Jax was already flat again by the stairs, blanket up to his chest.

I lay down behind Rhys.

He had ended up on the edge of his own bag with his back to me and I got in behind him and put my arm over his ribs, and he took my wrist and pulled it tighter around himself. My shorts had never come back on. Neither had his. His ass fit up against me and my soft dick rested in the crease of it, still damp, exactly where it had been fifteen minutes before, and neither of us fixed it.

Clark was stretched out alone in front of the sectional. Brent had his own bag now near the outlet, on his back, phone finally dark. Jax was snoring again. Then Brent's breathing evened out too, and then Clark's, and it was just the two of us awake on the floor with the dice still rattling upstairs.

Rhys pulled my hand up against his chest and held it there.

"Was that your first time," he whispered. "Like, actually."

"Yeah."

"Nice."

I pushed my face into the back of his neck and did not say anything for a bit.

"Why don't you do it with them," I said. "More. You just sat there for like two hours."

He was quiet for a minute before he answered.

"Because they don't care," he said. "Jax would fuck a lamp if it was warm." 

I chuckled a breath onto his neck.

"What about me?"

"I could tell you're different."

"I guess that's true."

His heart was thumping under my hand, slower than before, but I could feel it.

"So you're gay," I said.

"A little." He shrugged with the shoulder I was not lying on."Me too," I said. "A little."

He squeezed my hand against his chest and did not answer.

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A storm door banged around noon the next day while I was still asleep with a bunch of males around me, smelling rank as hell, like lube and boys. I was hugging a pillow. Rhys was the only one who was gone. 

My phone buzzed on my chest.

Rhys: Next weekend at my place?Me: What time