Bro-ey Coworkers Like to Use My Mouth When We Work Late 02: Night Out (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: Night Out

Work carried on like nothing had happened. Not long after, we landed a huge account, and the whole team went out to a club to celebrate, a booth in the back, bottle service, sparklers stuck in the vodka, bass thumping in my chest. Ethan kept pouring shots and shoving them into people's hands, and at some point he stood up, nodded at Jeff, and the two of them headed for the bathroom together. I assumed they were gonna do some coke.

"You wanna...?" Curtis asked, tipping his head toward the bathroom.

I looked around for a second, then leaned toward him.

"You mean...?" I said, miming a blowjob with my hand and my mouth.

"No," he said, chuckling.

"I'm good," I said, and he shrugged and followed the other two.

A few minutes later they came back sniffing and grinning, and somehow they had four girls with them, pulled straight out of the crowd. Ethan leaned down and said something in one girl's ear and pointed at me, and she came at me like a horny witch, dark hair, long nails, climbing into my lap in the booth before I even got a word out.

I was honestly fascinated that she was so into me. I wondered what Ethan had said to her. He had such a way with people. She grabbed my crotch through my slacks and squeezed, and she kissed me hungrily, her mouth tasting like vodka and cherry, her nails dragging down the back of my neck. It was pretty cool, I guess. I kissed her back and kept one hand on her waist, feigning confidence. 

The booth was packed, the bass thumping, Ethan already had his tongue down his girl's throat, Curtis had his girl laughing into his shoulder, and with all the dudes around me getting with their girls at once, I felt a bit overwhelmed.

Ethan leaned back from his girl mid-makeout and said something to her that I couldn't hear over the bass, but I watched her face change. He wiggled his fingers in her face, then made a circle with one hand and shoved his other fist through it slowly, in and out a couple times, wiggling his eyebrows. She shoved off his lap and stood up, wobbling on her heels, and started yelling at him with a finger in his face.

"Don't blame him," one of the other guys at the table shouted over the music, grinning. "He's on K and coke."

"You shouldn't mix those," I said.

The girl rolled her eyes at both of us, like we were all guilty of whatever lewd transgression Ethan had committed. She grabbed her friends, and the four of them filed out of the booth, and the one in my lap climbed off me without a goodbye, my hand still warm from her waist.

Jeff raised his glass toward Ethan, grinning. “Wow,” he said. “You went from horny thots to a slap in the face in like four seconds.”

Ethan watched them disappear into the crowd. His jaw clenched. He picked up a rocks glass off the table and smashed it down, and it broke apart across the bottles and ice.

My eyes shot wide. "Oh shit."

Security moved us out a side door fast, a big hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades the whole walk. On the sidewalk Ethan and Curtis doubled over laughing at each other, loud, their ties crooked, sweat shining on Ethan's neck.

Ethan looked up with a suddenly serious face. "You guys wanna go for a run?"

He actually convinced us. Four guys in sweaty dress slacks jogging into Central Park at two in the morning, hopping a fence into the dark trees. 

"I know a spot we can rock climb," he said at some point, guiding us into a dark section. He peeled his shirt off and threw it somewhere, and when I hesitated he yanked mine over my head for me and chucked it too.

"I'll buy you a new one," he said.

Moonlight came through the branches strong enough to see him by, sweat shining on his chest. He grabbed my jaw and kissed me, his tongue soft but dominant in my mouth.

"Did you take E?" Jeff asked behind him. "Do you have any more?"

Ethan ignored him completely and kept kissing me, and it felt good, even though he was apparently still flying on drugs and I was almost sober. He walked me backward into a tree, spun me to face the bark, got my slacks down over my ass, spat into his palm, rubbed it on his dick, and tried to push into me.

"At least let me get it hard first," I said, and turned around to drop down to my knees in the dirt, my slacks still halfway down. I took him in, tasting his sweat, my own dick throbbing. I gave him two long, slow pulls with my mouth, and I felt him swell instantly.

"When I took club drugs in college I could never get hard," I huffed. 

"That's why I didn't do any," he said, grabbing my head and shoving it down onto his dick, stretching my throat abruptly.

He stood me up by my armpits with one easy pull, turned me back toward the tree, and this time he was fully hard, slathered in my own throat spit. I put my palms flat on the bark and arched for him, my slacks still bunched around my knees, the night air cool on my bare ass. 

His dickhead nudged down between my cheeks, blunt and warm as it searched for my entrance, and when it settled on my hole he leaned in heavily. Spit was not lube. The pressure built until the head of him squeezed me open and popped through, and I grunted up into the branches, the burn bigger and meaner than it had been when Curtis nailed me the first time. All I could do was breathe and let it happen, and he worked himself deeper in short pushes, exhaling slowly behind me each time my body gave him another inch. My hole clutched at him in those involuntary pulses I was starting to recognize, and when his hips finally pressed flat against my ass we both held still for a second, him buried to the hilt, me hugging a tree in Central Park at two in the morning. My own dick throbbed in the air, hard and untouched.

He started thrusting, and once he found his rhythm he planted a big hand on the back of my neck and folded me forward at the waist, until my face pointed at the dirt and every stroke rocked me on my feet. When I lifted my head, there were two dicks in front of me. Curtis had stepped up beside the tree with his pants open, and apparently he had recruited Jeff into the debauchery, because he stood there as well with his slacks shoved down his thighs, hard and waiting at the exact height of my mouth. Jeff's was shorter than the other two but fat, with a dark thatch of hair, and he fed it between my lips before I could even register the idea of sucking a new dick.

So I worked on them. I wrapped a hand around Curtis and sucked Jeff, and traded them, stroking whichever one wasn't in my mouth while Ethan's thrusts shoved me forward onto them in a rhythm I didn't control. Jeff held my head in both hands and fucked my face in short, greedy strokes, and I gagged on him and kept my fist moving on Curtis, drooling down my own chin. Three dicks had me pinned and my own stayed rock hard the entire time, bouncing uselessly under me with every slam.

I felt Ethan getting close before he said anything, his fingers digging into my hips, his pace turning ragged and fast, his breathing loud over the crickets. He rammed in one last time and held himself deep, groaning quietly through his teeth. His dick pulsed in my hole as he unloaded, once, twice, three times, his sweat dripping onto my back. He stayed planted until he finished, and when he pulled out I felt it everywhere, suddenly empty, his warm load dripping out of me down one thigh.

"Curtis," he panted, stepping back with his dick in his hand. "You're up."

"Somebody suck me," I said in the middle of the trade-off, while Curtis stepped around behind me and Ethan stuffed himself back into his slacks. It came out hoarse, my throat sore, literally followed by crickets. 

Ethan paused with his belt half buckled and looked at me, his chest still heaving, his sweat shining in the moonlight.

Curtis stepped into position, and his dickhead pressed between my cheeks already slippery and cool, so much kinder than Ethan's spit had been. He found my hole, loose now and still wet with Ethan's load, and he pushed into me in one long greedy slide that buckled my knees against the bark. I moaned up into the branches until Jeff shoved his dick back inside me. 

My ass was tender from the first pounding, every nerve back there scraped raw, and Curtis opened me up again anyway, his hands clamping onto my hips, his pace immediately harder than Ethan's, like he'd stood in line too long and meant to make up the time.

Ethan hesitated one more second, his belt hanging open. He stepped in close and dropped to his knees in the dirt between me and the tree, his back against the trunk, his face level with my dick where it bounced with every one of Curtis's thrusts.

He took me into his mouth with zero ceremony, this six-five alpha of the whole department kneeling in Central Park with my dick stretching his lips, and the sight of it alone nearly pushed me over the edge. He was not good at it. His mouth was hot and careless, too much teeth on the first pass, and I did not care even slightly. Curtis did the work for all three of us, each thrust shoving me deeper into Ethan's mouth and each pull on my hips dragging me back onto his dick. I was getting used at both ends and my dick was getting sucked, all without moving a muscle myself, my palms braced on Jeff's hips, squeezing the top of his glutes and the bones at his sides, my breath coming out of my nose in punched-out grunts.

"Look at him," Jeff said. "Bro's in heaven."

He was right. Curtis's dick kept raking over that spot inside me on every deep stroke, and Ethan hummed around me, the exact move I'd used on him at the office, and I felt it build from my toes up. My thighs shook. My hole clamped down on Curtis so hard he swore behind me. I squirted into Ethan's mouth in long, hard pulses, more than I thought I had left in me after the desk and everything since, my fingers digging into the bark, my whole body jerking between the two of them. 

Ethan spat my load out into the dirt mid-laugh, strings of it hanging off his chin, and the rest of us busted up laughing at the sight of him as I pulled off Jeff's dick, Curtis slowing to a lazy grind inside me while he cracked up.

The clamping must have felt incredible on his end, based on his tensing reaction, but I was done back there. My hole throbbed around him in sore little pulses.

"I need a break," I panted into the air. "My ass does."

Curtis slid out of me slowly and I straightened off the tree, my legs unsteady under me.

"Hose him down," Curtis said to Jeff, stroking himself. "Both of us, right on his face."

"Bukkake."

"Do it," I said, and I turned and dropped back down to my knees in the dirt, my slacks still around my knees, my dick standing up straight and hard. I tilted my head back, facing up at their meat rods with my mouth open. They stepped in close and stood over me, jerking fast, their knuckles nearly knocking together over my head. Ethan hung back with his belt finally buckled, watching us and glancing up the dark path every few seconds.

Jeff grunted quickly, his load striping hotly across my cheek and my open lips. Curtis followed right behind him with a long exhale through his teeth, squirting over my forehead and the bridge of my nose, and the last of it dripped warmly off my chin. I knelt there between them with their cum cooling on my face, feeling like the most useful employee in the whole firm.

Voices suddenly came up the path, a pack of loud dudes laughing about something, getting closer. We zipped up fast, and I scrubbed my face on my bare forearm.

Ethan hissed, "Walk. Walk," as he shoved us all forward, away from the approaching group.