A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08

... tongue into him.

His breathing intensified and when my chin touched his balls, I reached between his legs and gripped his big, black, stiff dick and stoked his length, as my tongue wiggled in and out. It was a sensation I had never known nor ever imagined feeling. Stoking the length of his hard, hot cock with my face buried in his ass, made my cock stiff as a rock again; I felt every vein in his shaft, as I stroked nearly ten inches of manhood.

His groans made me want to continue until he came, so I could feel his balls empty with my chin. I felt his taint stiffen, as my tongue pushed inside him. With each groan, I stroked harder and faster, causing him to ooze pre-cum. I wanted to feel him come, even knowing I would have to lick his spunk off the floor, I needed to give him what he wanted.

As I sensed his climax building, my excitement grew and I pressed my tongue in faster, when suddenly he stopped me.

"My turn for that ass, Cock-whore," he grunted, before jerking me around and into position.

Before I knew what was happening, his cock head, now coated in pre-cum, pressed against my ass. I braced for a ramrod entry but, much to my surprise, he pressed slowly to the point of pain, then backed out. He repeated, pushing a little harder each time, until my ass opened to receive him.

Before he could even gain entry, Crewcut took advantage and knelt in front of me. He gripped his seven-inch hard-on and pressed his uncut cock head into my mouth. I felt the skin ...

... slide down his shaft, as he pushed his stiffing dick in. My tongue swirled against this foreskin, and he moaned with pleasure.

I had never felt anything like this before. I was being filled from both ends with hot, hard cock and my own dick thudded against my belly, as I began to rock in rhythm with them.

Not wanting to be left out, Pudgy positioned himself behind Crewcut and was ready to tap his ass. Crewcut leaned forward with his hands on my back for balance, and I readily received him. It made me wonder if Crewcut may have been the cock-whore before I came along.

My mind quickly returned to the hot meat filling my holes, and the growing intensity of their motion. I wanted so much to cum, but there was no way I could free a hand and I felt little hope of a prostate orgasm again. Managing two cocks at once, while balancing on all fours, just wouldn't allow it to happen.

Nonetheless, the feel of Bull's hot stiffness, rubbing my taint as he pushed himself inside me, had my cock ready to pound nails again. Crewcut was pushing into my throat, balls deep with increasing intensity with each thrust. My body rocked and jerked, as I was being pounded from both ends.

"Ever been spit-roasted before, Captain Cock-whore?" Hippie asked.

I tried to shake my head as I moaned, "Huh, uh.”

"But he likes it," he replied, and I nodded.

Once again, drool flowed down my chin as Crewcut fucked my throat. I had no idea who would cum first, as their pace had reached a fever ...