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Chapter 4: There Wasn't Room

He held me there with my knees folded up, looking down at my face, and then it looked like he thought of something. He took his hand off my thigh and fell to my side. He lay back on Colin's comforter, his whole body still wet and shining as he got one hand under me and hauled me over on top of him. He set me down straddling his hips facing away from him, toward the open door, and I felt the mess of cum in and around my ass squishing onto his dick and balls.

I got my hands back behind me onto his thighs and started lowering myself, feeling for it with my body. He held himself at the middle of his shaft and aimed for my sore, gaping hole, and the head caught right at the rim. My whole weight was the only thing doing the work, and with three loads already sloshing around in my ass and dripping out, it happened faster than I had braced for. He went a lot deeper on the first sink than I planned on, and I hissed at the stretch, even though it was my own weight sinking me down on my tired legs. I stopped moving, my thighs shaking.

"There it is," Andrew said under me, and I felt his words in my chest.

His hands came up flat on my hips and stayed there, and then he started steering the pace. The other guys just watched while he raised his knees and started slowly pulling out and pressing into me, watching my face while I stared at his muscular chest and abs, his big arms holding my hips, my wet dick and balls rubbing against his lower stomach. His thumbs pressed into the two dents Danny's fingers had put in me earlier, right on the red marks, and he held them there and rocked me up an inch and let me back down.

Colin and Ty and Danny were on the carpet at the foot of the bed, baring dicks at varying levels of hardness, red and pink and shiny, looking up at us from below. It was the exact angle we had all watched Colin and Andrew from.

"How is it," Danny said.

"It's a lot," I said, and my voice came out wrong.

Colin got up off the carpet.

He put one knee on the mattress next to Andrew's thigh, and then the other one, and then he was kneeling upright on the bed behind my back with his brother still underneath both of us. He put a hand on Andrew's pale inner thigh to steady himself, and Andrew continued to look directly at me, waiting for my reaction to what was happening. Colin leaned forward and touched his dick to my spine, tracing the trail of skin until he got down to my ass, where Andrew's dick blocked his way.

"There's no room," Ty said from the floor.

"He's actually gonna do it," Danny muttered.

Andrew slowed his thrusts under me until he was barely moving at all. His hands slid off my hips and went under my thighs instead, both of them, and he lifted and spread me open wider on top of him without a word.

I leaned forward, my chest down against his, my dick pressed between my stomach and the wet firmness of his abs, and my back arched.

Colin spat onto my occupied hole. He worked himself behind me and then I felt his knuckles against my ass and then the blunt head of him pressed right up against the stretched rim where Andrew was already buried.

It did not go in.

He pushed and I locked up, every muscle from my calves to my jaw tensing, and there was a long, stretched second where nothing gave at all and my eyes watered and I said something that came out high-pitched and unintelligible, even to myself, into Andrew's shoulder, whose hands stayed under my thighs. He didn't tell me to relax. He just held me open.

Then my ass started to give.

Colin slid in along the top of Andrew's shaft in one long, tense push, and I felt every inch of it happen in slow motion. I could feel exactly where the two of them were pressed together inside me. 

The numbness had faded completely and I could feel the distinct ridges of the heads of two dicks as they pressed around each other, fighting for the tight space of my insides. Two different heartbeats going at two different speeds, throbbing out of sync with each other, one under the other, and me stretched around both.

Colin's hands came down on my shoulders from behind. Andrew's stayed under my thighs, the two of them connected through my body. I turned to try and see what I could, and the brief glimpse of my ass stretched that far was something I'll never forget, right on top of Colin's balls squished into Andrew's.

"Oh my God," Ty said from the floor, and he said it quietly for once.

Andrew started moving again. Short and slow from underneath, four or five inches at a time, and Colin picked up the opposite half of the cadence, a natural rhythm forming between them, so one of them was pushing in while the other one was dragging back out and I never got the intermittent sense of emptiness that the regular fucking had caused. Something was always moving inside me.

My own dick finally started to stand straight up again, off my balls and growing toward Andrew's chest, the moisture between us allowing it to glide against his skin smoothly as they started to rock me with increasing pace. My dick slapped my own abs every time Andrew's hips came up. I was dripping a thin line of clear juice that stuck to both of us, running down toward both our navels. 

I could hear Andrew breathing through his nose under me and Colin breathing through his mouth above me, the rhythms deviating more as each second passed.

Down on the carpet Danny had his hand on himself, and Ty did too, both of them looking up between Andrew's knees at where all three of us met.

"His hole's gonna be ruined," Ty said.

"He's turning into a girl. It's gonna be a pussy," Danny said quietly, almost to himself.

My arms gave out again, harder this time, my elbows folding, and I went down onto my forearms on Andrew's chest with my cheek flat against his wet skin and his chest hair sticking to my face. From there I didn't do anything at all. I stopped trying to move with them and let both of them work me from their respective sides of the position we were in, my whole body sliding an inch up and an inch down with each beat, my mouth open against his pec.

"He gave up," Danny said.

"No," Andrew said as he sped up, "He's locking in."

He was basically right. What little control I still had on the muscles in my ass, I was squeezing what I could. The strange feelings were giving way to a new, surreal, elevated sense of erotic pleasure I couldn't put into words.

Colin sped up at the same time as Andrew, and his shortened breath told me he was about to add a load to the already oversized cocktail in my ass. His fingers dug into the meat of my shoulders and he shoved all the way in hard, one time, with a loud slap of his hips against my body, and his forehead came down against the back of my neck and stayed there while he pulsed inside me, Andrew continuing to thrust through it.

I felt him finish in a spot I could point to on my stomach, a warm pulse rising within me against Andrew's shaft, three or four throbs I could sense through the divider of skin between them.

Andrew didn't stop for it, or even slow down. He kept working from underneath the entire time Colin was emptying into me, and Colin's forehead kept sliding on the sweat on my neck because Andrew's rhythm was moving both of us.

Colin pulled out, and I felt juices run out of me down Andrew.

My whole body clenched down on everything he left behind, hard, and Andrew grunted underneath me and grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me down onto him all the way to the base.

"Don't move," he said.

I didn't. Colin sat back on his heels on the mattress behind me, breathing, and then he climbed down off the bed without saying anything.

Andrew stayed in me and I stayed on him, both of us still, my forearms on his chest and my ass sitting flat against his hips.

Danny got up on the bed next. He came up on his knees by Andrew's shoulder, right next to my head, with his dick in his hand about seven inches from my face.

"Can he," Danny said, to Andrew, over me.

"Ask him."

"Open," Danny said, instead of asking anything.

I turned my head sideways off Andrew's chest and opened my mouth, and Danny fed it in, and my jaw hinged out at the corners again. He was hard and he throbbed against my tongue. Ty came up on the other side of my head. Ty didn't wait his turn either. He got his hand in my hair and pulled my face toward him and I came off Danny with a string of spit still connecting us and got Ty in my mouth instead, and then the two of them started trading, one in and one out, taking turns in me, edging with my mouth.

Ty's free hand ran over my back. Danny's pressed on the back of my head. They were both wiping their dicks on my cheeks and my lips in between, slapping them there, laughing about it quietly, while Andrew stayed buried in me and rocked his hips up in slow inches.

Andrew reached down between us and got his hand on my dick, for the first time all day.

His grip was nothing like Colin's had been under that blanket. Andrew found the right pressure immediately and didn't have to feel around for it. He stroked me tightly and fast with my whole weight sitting on him, and I lost the ability to do anything with my mouth other than hold it open.

Ty finished first, barely, or maybe Danny did. It was within the same three seconds when I started tasting jizz. Ty pushed in and squirted right onto my tongue in two weak, stuttering pulses, thin, and Danny released a squirt across my face, catching me on the cheekbone and the corner of my mouth.

"That's four," Danny said, out of breath.

I swallowed what Ty gave me because there was nowhere else for it to go, and Andrew was still rocking his fist on my dick still moving under me, and I finished into his hand and onto my own stomach hard enough that my thighs shook against his ribs.

He kept stroking until I flinched. Then he grabbed my hips again with both hands and held me down all the way. 

"I'm gonna get you pregnant," he said as he went really hard on my ass.

Danny and Ty sat back and watched as he finished in me, deep. I felt him swell and pulse as he breathed out against my face.

I sat there on him, my face wet, my stomach hot, and cum running back out of me around him where he was still stuffed inside.

I froze for a moment, bracing to let myself down and finally rest, but our shared afterglow was interrupted by a garage door activating loudly downstairs. All of us heard it at once, that grinding rumble through the boards, and Andrew lifted me off his dick and set me on the mattress like a sack of potatoes and was out the door before I even had my bearings. 

The rest of us panicked, four naked guys grabbing at shorts that had all ended up in various piles around the room, taking whatever shirt and pants were closest to us, regardless of whose they were, Danny putting on Ty's, Ty pulling them off him to take them back. Colin shoved the fleshlight under his own bed with his foot. I got my shorts on with cum still running down my thighs. Danny wiped his face with the neck of his shirt.

By the time Colin's mom yelled up the stairs we were sitting on the carpet in a row with Danny's phone playing the jet ski video again, the same clip, at the same part, unpaused, my mind racing to hard to pay attention to it.

She got two steps into the room and stopped.

"Why does it smell like that in here," she said.

"Ty," Colin said.

"It's my shoes," Ty said.

She looked at Ty's shoes, which were by the door and not on his feet, and then she looked at the window, which was closed, and she opened it herself and left without another word. We heard her go back downstairs. Colin put his face in his hands and shook, laughing without any sound coming out of him.

Nobody said one thing about Andrew. He was in his room with the door shut. We just looked at each other and laughed. 

"I need a shower," I said.

"Yeah, you do," Colin said, poking me in the dick through my pants.

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I crept down the hall, a sense of sneakiness in me now that it wasn't just boys in the house. I got to their bathroom and heard the shower already running. I paused for a second, and realized it must be Andrew in there. I opened the door and stepped in.

Andrew was behind the fogged glass, blurred into two colors, tan across his shoulders and arms and legs, and pale at the central ass and thighs part of his body. He flinched when the door clicked, one hand coming up to swipe a clear streak in the fog, and then he saw it was me and the smirk came back.

"Took you long enough," he said.

I dropped my shorts and shirt on the bathmat and slid the glass open and stepped in behind him, and he moved over to give me the water, which was hotter than I ever made it in my own showers. The heat stung my thighs where the boys had gripped me so hard, and the parts where the cum had dried pulled at me. The space was big enough for two guys, but Andrew sort of crowded me as we shared the water stream, which I liked. So we were touching no matter what we did, his shoulder against my head, my hip against his meaty thigh.

He got the body wash off the ledge and squirted it into his palm and put both hands flat on my chest without any warning. He rubbed it in slowly, over my chest and down my ribs, and then he turned me around by the shoulders so I was facing the tile and did my back. 

I got hard again, my dick standing up under the water, after everything I had just done in his brother's room, and for some reason that embarrassed me. 

He was a big dude, and his hands were enormous compared to me. One of them covered a whole shoulder blade. He worked the soap down the small of my back and over my ass, cupping a cheek in each hand and squeezing, and then his fingers dragged down the middle and over the rim, testing how sore I was, confirmed by the way my ass twitched at his touch, before I settled and pushed my ass back into him again.

"You're a good boy," he said behind me.

His middle finger slid in with no effort at all, and I felt a gob of somebody's load come out around it and run down my leg. He pumped it in and out a few times. My face burned. I put my hand over it.

"Again?" he said, and he reached around and gave it two soapy strokes and let it go.

"I don't know," I said into the tile.

He laughed once and pulled his finger out of me and turned me back around by the hips.

Now I was facing him with the water hitting my back, and I looked at him up close for the first time without three other guys in my periphery. I put my hands on his chest. His pecs were hard under the wet hair and I gripped them, squeezed them in my fists, and he just watched me do it. I ran my hands down his stomach, over the ridges, and around his sides to his back, wide and slippery, the muscle shifting under my palms when he raised his arms and hooked them over the shower pipe. I grabbed his bicep with two hands. My fingers didn't reach around them.

Then I ran my hands down to his ass and grabbed both cheeks, and they were nothing like mine, solid and round and heavy, dimpling at the sides when he flexed them for me, which he did while grinning.

I pushed my fingers down between the muscular cheeks, and he didn't move. I found his hole with a fingertip, tight and hot under the water, and pressed, and his stomach flexed against mine.

"Careful," he said.

I pushed anyway and got the first knuckle in, and his eyebrows lifted. I held it there, feeling him clench around my finger, and his dick thickened against my stomach while I did it.

"Huh," he said. "Okay."

I pulled out and reached down under him and got his balls in my hand instead, both of them in one palm. I hefted them and rolled them slowly and let his dick sway heavily back and forth on my wrist, half hard, the head rolling on my forearm. I wasn't trying to get him off or get myself off. I was just feeling everything I had watched all afternoon.

He stood there with his arms up and the water running over both of us while I did it, and then he put a hand on the back of my neck and squeezed once.

"Get out before we get caught," he said.

I rinsed the soap off myself, and stepped out dripping onto the bathmat and grabbed a towel off the hook, and he slid the glass shut behind me and stepped back under the water.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked back down the hall with my hair dripping down my back. Colin's door was open. The three of them were spread out on the carpet and the bed on their own phones, not talking, and I could really smell the funk of this room now. His mom had been very correct about that. And it smelled specifically of jizz. There was no hiding it. 

Danny was flat on his back scrolling with the screen above his face, Colin propped against his headboard. Ty was sitting against the radiator playing on a Switch, thumbs moving, tongue between his teeth. Nobody looked up when I walked in except Colin, who looked at the towel and then at my face and then back at his phone.

I opened the top drawer of his dresser and started digging.

"I need to put on some clean clothes," I said.

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I went back over there a couple more times after that, and Colin wasn't home either time, and I didn't bother texting him to find out where he was. Andrew's door was the second one in the hall, white paint worn down to bare wood in a patch right where his hand went, historically a mystery room to me, but now I knew what was behind it. I stopped knocking on it, and he stopped acting surprised when I came in.

The other new thing was that Colin and Andrew started acting differently around each other after that. Andrew started driving him places, and they'd come back with food, and once I got there and the two of them were on the couch watching a game with their feet up on the same table, their legs crossed over each other.

"He's like, nice now," I said to Colin later when it was just us.

"Yeah," he said without looking at me. "Weird."