Page 109 of Tech Bros

“I should,” he says even as he rises to his knees and advances. I lie back as he takes his pants off, revealing no underwear and his own pre-cum slicked cock. He holds his hand under my chin. “Spit.”

I do. Twice.

He reaches behind himself and closes his eyes as he gets himself ready for me. “You wanna breed me, huh?”

“I do. I want inside that perfect ass.”

He spits in his own hand and wets my cock again before putting it into position. “I assume you offered because you know you can’t give me anything I’ll need to be treated for?”

“Not unless you can get pregnant.”

“Don’t ever say that word around me again,” he says. “But it’s worth a try, right?”

My brain goes fully offline. “Fuck yeah.”

He sits back on my bare cock. It’s a rough, tight entry that rips a shout from my chest. Evan adjusts, swiveling and bouncing a few times before he seats himself fully, then he leans over me, kisses his way from my neck to my jaw and finally tugs my lower lip between his teeth.

I lift my head, grab his ass, and start to fuck.

Would I prefer more lube? Yes, this isn’t as smooth as I’d like it to be, but it feels fucking incredible. Rough and raw and weirdly romantic for us.

Because he’s kissing me. Finally. They’re not deep intimate kisses, which would be impossible at the pace we’re moving, but the near constant presence of his mouth on mine, the occasional brush of his tongue, the nips on my lip—it all makes a difference.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers.

“So fucking good,” I agree.

“Are you gonna fill me up with so much hot cum?”

“Jesus.”

Warmth covers my balls, and they stretch impossibly. I whimper, wondering what the fuck he’s doing to me now.

A moment later, Evan yelps and freezes in place.

I open my eyes to check his face, and he’s looking over his shoulder.

The sight of Deacon’s dark hair just beyond the supple curve of Evan’s ass precedes the next deep pull on my balls. I come hard with no warning while Evan hyperventilates.

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EVAN

Oh shit. Oh God. This is happening. While Isaac’s cock thickens and throbs inside me, unleashing a flood of hot cum, Deacon’s tongue teases the base of Isaac’s dick, just barely grazing my stretched rim.

I clench around the throbbing organ inside me, working hard not to panic. The haze of lust is still thick, and I was poised on the edge of release, but now my nerves are going haywire.

Isaac’s cock slides out of my ass—or rather, it’s pulled out. Deacon slurps at it, the sound obvious behind me. Isaac’s nails dig into my ass, hanging on, but also spreading me wide as he hisses, his eyes rolling back. I touch his face, worrying his cheek and jaw with a shaky, near frantic hand.

His gaze refocuses on me, and he pulls me in for a crazy intense kiss.

“You left the door open,” Deacon rumbles, mouth hovering over my hole. I feel his breath, the vibration of his words. “So much noise.”

“Are you okay?” Isaac asks.

I nod, in shock. My dick leaks between us, and I spare a frenetic moment thinking of how I’m ruining his nice shirt.

“May I?” Deacon asks, his lips so close to my clenched, puckered asshole.