I devoured him on the kitchen counter, his cock buried deep in my throat as he fucked my face with reckless abandon. Bruce’s dick was a work of art, thick and uncut, pulsing with every thrust as I sucked him dry. My mouth watered for more, craved the salty taste of his precum and the tender skin of his shaft.
“Deeper,” he growled, his hand tangled in my hair, guiding me up and down his length. I obliged, feeling his cock head brush against the back of my throat as I gagged on him. The sound seemed to spur him on, his hips bucking faster, harder, as if trying to impale himself deeper into my mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled free, his chest heaving with exertion. “Get on the counter,” he commanded, his voice husky from passion. I scrambled up, my heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. Adam and Seth stood off to the side, their cocks hard and ready, as if waiting for their turn.
Bruce’s hands grasped my waist, lifting me onto all fours. The cool tile of the counter bit into my stomach as he positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock probing my entrance, then plunging deep inside with a single, smooth stroke. He began to fuck me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my skin with each brutal thrust.
“Take it like a porn star,” Adam taunted, his voice muffled by the sound of our heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. Seth joined in, his fingers delving into my hair as he whispered filthy nothings in my ear.
Bruce’s cock throbbed within me, pulsing with his release as he spilled his seed deep inside my cunt. I moaned, my orgasm building in intensity as Adam and Seth worked me over, their cocks and tongues bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. The blue abstract background blurred around me, replaced by a kaleidoscope of pleasure as our bodies crashed together in a frenzy of gay desire.
