Waking up with them both in my bed felt destined

Blaze and Shaun are getting along better than Rex could have wished for. It was an interest Rex never knew he had until he witnessed the welcome Shaun gave his stepbrother.

After a night of exploration, Rex wonders if Blaze has the same sexual interests as his stepbrother. Does he like to be used and bred like Shaun? The thought of them both sharing their bodies in the barn side by side like that gives Rex shivers … in all the right ways.

After much encouragement from Shaun, Blaze agrees to join in during Shaun’s next breeding session. Rex knows the other farmhands are going to be excited to see Blaze and Shaun fulfill their desire for one another and then offer themselves up to be used.

But will one night be enough for Blaze and Shaun?

How far are these stepbrothers prepared to go?

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In the first installment of Sunnybright Farm

Heavy pressure on my shoulders and warm breath caressing my neck on both sides was what I awoke to. Two men. Both asleep on me. We'd stayed up late enjoying one another.

I turned my head to see the time on my clock. In fifteen minutes, the alarm would sound for my 5 am start. By 6 am, animals needed to be watered and fed.

I hugged Shaun to me and kissed his head.

Shaun's energy had taken me by storm last summer. In all the nine years I'd been working at Sunnyside Farm, I'd never taken on a romantic partner. The beautiful man in my arms had slipped through my defenses. Thoughts of keeping him around to simply play with had evaporated.

We'd stopped short of Shaun moving in with me, preferring to keep our relationship private from the owners of Sunnyside. The other workers knew Shaun was special to me.

Didn't stop them from showing up when Shaun felt like being bred. He was hungry for cum more often than not. Shaun loved having his mouth and ass filled to dripping.

Thankfully, I loved sharing him or our relationship wouldn't work.

Shaun mumbled something, kissed my neck, and slipped from my embrace, headed beneath the covers. I closed my eyes and sighed as Shaun's talented mouth sucked on my soft cock.

Blaze tensed against my body, likely waking up confused by his surroundings. I'd toyed with the idea of sending him home to the bunkhouse, but he'd felt too good in my arms.

I perused the entirety of him as he sat straight up, his gaze raking across my face, then down at the obvious bobbing shape of Shaun between my legs. He furrowed his brow.

"You shouldn't have let me sleep here," he said.

I touched his cheek. "Why not?"

Blaze shifted away from my touch. "The guys will talk."

I shrugged. "Let them … they know what I like."

Jeezus fuck.

My entire body tensed. I gripped Blaze's bicep tightly as I came hot and hard down Shaun's throat. The man knew just how to play me. He'd spent a lot of time with my dick in his mouth.

Shaun crawled up my body and emerged from beneath the covers. His hair was a blond halo of a mess, his cheeks flushed, and a giddy smile making him even more beautiful.

He looked at Blaze and tipped his head. "You next?"

Shaun's stepbrother suddenly seemed to realize what he'd done last night. Shades of confliction were scattered all over his face. Shaun wasn't deterred. He clambered across me, pressed Blaze back onto the pillow, and edged up Blaze's body until they were nose to nose.

"You don't have to do a thing, big bro'."

My heart shuddered as Shaun brought his lips to Blaze's and kissed him. The two of them were so sexy together. The fact that they were related ramped up the hot and dirty factor.

It was a kink I hadn't realized I had.

Blaze groaned as Shaun devoured his mouth. I could sense the moment when Blaze gave in to his desires. He sought contact with me when Shaun shimmied down his body.

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"Oh … fuck." He tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering. I took that moment to kiss him. He responded with incredible hunger, Shaun's lips around his cock fueling him.

He raked his fingers into my hair and clung to me. Desperate. We spent a few moments reacquainting ourselves until his mouth popped open and he grunted, his body stiffening as he flooded his stepbrother's throat with cum. I kissed him through the mind-blowing experience.

Shaun emerged, incredibly pleased with himself. It warmed my heart when Blaze smiled at him and ruffled his hair. I'd been concerned last night would be a one-off.

I'd rather it became a habit.

My alarm sounded, and Shaun untangled himself from the two of us and retreated to the bathroom. My shower was an unfortunate size with only enough room for one.

On nights when Shaun stayed over, he always showered first so he could make breakfast while I cleaned myself up. Shaun liked to cook. I'd let Blaze go second this morning.

Bacon, hashbrowns, and fried eggs awaited me in the kitchen when I came downstairs ready for the day. Shaun and Blaze were at the kitchen table, eating. They looked adorable together.

Blaze's looks and presence were in stark contrast with Shaun's. Whereas Shaun was blond, slim, and joyful, Blaze was dark, muscular, and broody.

While I ate, my cock twitched as my mind wandered back to last night. It had been perfect, watching the two of them explore one another and then joining in, and fucking them both.

Again and again.

"The guys have been asking about you," I said to Shaun, but kept my attention fixed on Blaze to see how he'd react. "You in the mood to be bred?"

Blaze choked on his coffee and launched into a coughing fit. When he got it under control, he grabbed Shaun's arm. "What the fuck is he talking about?"

Shaun pursed his lips and tipped his head. "Kinda discovered I like being a cum dumpster. The more men, the better. The other farmhands have been obliging me."

Blaze looked from Shaun to me. "And you're okay with this?"

"I don't own Shaun's body," I replied. "He can share it however makes him happy."

Shaun grinned at Blaze—a devious glint in his eye. "The first time Rex fucked me, I was already filled with cum. My mouth and my ass, and covered in it like a dirty little pig."

Blaze shifted in his seat. "Jeezus, Shaun. What happened to my innocent lil' bro'?"

Shaun set his hand on Blaze's. "Grew up, I guess."

I might as well ask. Who knew? Maybe stepbrothers could be alike. I looked at Blaze. "Is that something you'd be interested in? A bit of public display topped with a gang bang?"

The color drained from Blaze's face, and he cleared his throat.

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Shaun leapt from his seat; he was so giddy. "Oh, please, Blaze. It'll be fun." He encouraged Blaze to move his chair back, then straddled his lap. He cupped Blaze's face. "Please."

Blaze appeared to study Shaun's face, taking his time. He brushed his hand into Shaun's hair and kissed him, then looked at me. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting the guys would love to see stepbrothers fuck. And then get their hands on the two of you to use until they are fully spent."

Blaze looked from me to Shaun and placed his forehead on Shaun's. "You really want this?"

"I'd love to show you off." Shaun gyrated and thrust his hips atop Blaze. Closing his eyes, Blaze groaned and wrapped his arms around Shaun, holding him close.

"You know, I'd do anything for you."

Shaun brushed his lips across Blaze's, just breathing on him. My cock thickened at the sight of them together. It was the hottest damned thing I'd ever witnessed, stepbrothers.

Blaze tipped his head up and captured Shaun's mouth. He raked his fingers into Shaun's curls and deepened the connection. I cupped my dick and pressed the heel of my hand against it when Blaze shoved his chair back, encouraged Shaun to stand, then turned him and bent him over the table. Blaze made quick work of Shaun's pants. They were soon on the floor.

Dick out, and with only a wad of spit, Blaze slid home into Shaun. It was going to be fast and furious. Both their expressions said as much. Blaze gripped the back of Shaun's neck and pinned him to the table, then set a startling pace, grunting and swearing as he pounded Shaun's hole.

I pressed my thigh against the table to keep it from moving across the room. Blaze was like a man crazed, thrusting and hammering into his stepbrother's ass. My dick was rock hard, desperately wanting me to jump in when Blaze jerked and swore, his dick obviously pulsing.

He kept up a slow, steady pace as his body calmed. I checked the microwave's clock. I would have to wait for any kind of fulfillment. The animals needed us.

Like a good little cum slut, Shaun simply pulled up his pants and let the cum drip from his ass to encrust his underwear for the day. It was a near-constant state of being for Shaun.

"We need to get to work," I said. "This was fun, but we can't be late. The farmhands will talk about that more than the fact that Blaze wasn't in his bunk last night."

We piled the dishes into the sink to wash later and headed down to the barn. Eyebrows were raised as I showed up with the two men shadowing me.

"Guys, this is Blaze." I pounded his shoulder. "He's starting today. He has many years of experience with stock, but let him get up to speed before harassing him."

"Plus, he's my stepbrother," Shaun added. "So be nice."

"We were waiting for him to show up in the bunkhouse last night," someone said.

"Late night catching up," Blaze replied. "Bunked at Rex's."

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A few faces stared me down; the ones who had used Shaun's body on many occasions. They wanted verification of where their minds were going. I nodded my head, confirming.

"Holy shit," someone whispered.

"Let's get to work." I adjusted my hat. "I'll talk to some of you later." I sent Blaze off with one of the other stockmen, and Shaun went with our oldtimer, Carl, to mend a fence.

A few hours passed before I was approached. Our guy in charge of the petting zoo, Bruce, wandered up to me when it was about time to stop for lunch.

"What's the deal with the stepbrothers? Do they fuck each other?"

I laughed and shook my head. "God … do they ever. They're gorgeous together."

"Are we going to see a bit of that? Where does this Blaze stand on group activities?"

"He's amenable. Told Shaun, he would do anything for him." We started walking toward the farmhouse for lunch. We'd been promised fried chicken today.

"Fuck, that's hot. When are you thinking?"

"Friday. Usual time." I patted Bruce's shoulder. "Spread the word for me."

"Gonna keep them to yourself for a few days first, eh?"

"We'll be testing Blaze's boundaries. I want to make sure he and Shaun are solid."

Bruce chuckled. "Solid and hard … gotcha."

"Friday," I said as I opened the farmhouse door. There was no more talk of our weekend entertainment plans for the rest of the day, aside from a few 'I'll be there's' from the usuals.

For the rest of the week, Blaze spent some nights at my cabin and some in the bunkhouse, following Shaun's pattern for where he slept.

As I lay in bed alone on Friday morning, I made a decision. I wanted Shaun to move in with me. Infatuation and sexual desire had turned into so much more. I loved him.

It was about time he knew it.

The day dragged on as everyone was distracted by how the night would unfold. The men who would be joining us in the barn were more than useless today. Their minds on their cocks.

After dinner, Shaun and I washed the dishes, and then the three of us watched television for a few hours. Two movies that none of us were truly paying attention to. When 10:30 rolled around, Shaun and then Blaze spent some time in the bathroom, preparing.

Somehow, Shaun convinced Blaze to wear a pair of jean overalls and nothing else. They looked good enough to eat. The guys wouldn't believe their luck when they saw them.

I wrapped my arm around Shaun's shoulders as we walked to the barn. Both he and Blaze were barefoot, so we watched our footing as we descended the slope.

A wash of dim light bathed us as I opened the barn door. Inside were more men than usual. Word had gotten around about the stepbrothers and loosened the reservations of new cocks.

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I closed the door behind us and led Shaun and Blaze over to the assortment of hay bales that had been set up for the event. Saddle blankets were tossed over them. The guys were considerate.

Shaun pulled away from me and wandered over to Blaze. With both hands, he held Blaze's face and pressed his lips to Blaze's. There was a collective groan from the audience.

Blaze wrapped his arms around Shaun, pulled him close, and deepened the kiss. They swayed as they focused on one another, Blaze's eyes closed. He moved one hand to the back of Shaun's head and increased the pressure, the two men devouring one another.

He moved his other hand to Shaun's ass and clutched one ripe, round cheek and squeezed. Shaun moaned and ground his tented overalls against Blaze's. They were both hard.

Shaun separated them, only taking one step back, but abandoning Blaze's mouth. He kept his gaze on Blaze, licking his lips, and unlatched the buckles of his own overalls—slow.

One buckle after another until the overalls pooled at his feet, exposing his beautiful body. The men moved closer, their hands rubbing their hungry cocks through their pants.

Blaze stroked his fingers along Shaun's shoulders and down his arms. Back to his shoulders, and he pushed on them. Shaun sank to his knees and nuzzled Blaze's jean-covered cock.

I couldn't stop myself from stepping in. They were performing the most seductive dance with one another—I couldn't stay away. I unlatched the buckles on Blaze's overalls.

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Shaun’s stepbrother, Blaze, shows up on the farm looking for a bit of summer work, but it seems he has his eye on more than just some extra cash.

When Blaze arrives at Sunnybright Farm, he’s told to check in with Rex, the general manager, up at his cabin. Once there, he’s surprised to see Shaun coming down the stairs from the bedrooms looking flushed like he crawled out of bed. Had he been up there with Rex?

He realizes he doesn’t know as much about his stepbrother as he thinks he does. He didn’t even know Shaun was gay. Not that it would matter. Once Blaze graduated from high school, he took off, not wanting to share a bedroom with his younger stepbrother anymore.

The temptation had been too strong.

Rex catches the way Blaze is looking at Shaun and encourages Blaze to move closer to his stepbrother. After laying his hands on Shaun, he can’t stop.

Blaze’s new boss wants to share Shaun’s body with him. How could he say no to that?

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I stopped my powder blue '78 GMC pickup at the broad wooden gate of Sunnybright Farm, contemplating if this even bordered on being a sound decision. I tapped the steering wheel as I stared out through the windshield at the long, straight gravel driveway lined with apple trees.

Sunnybright bordered on being a hobby farm, which wasn't my first choice, but work was scarce in the cattle farming variety in this small corner of the state of Montana, and I needed the money. My last job had disappeared when the ranch manager caught me fucking one of the other stockmen, who just happened to be his son. Homophobia was alive and well at that farm.

I'd been on the phone with my mom, and she told me her stepson, Shaun, had found work here for the second summer in a row. I'd called the farm office to ask if they needed another stockman to help manage the cattle and trail horses. I didn't mention I was Shaun's stepbrother. If I got the job, I didn't want them giving him a heads-up that I was coming.

We'd never gotten on particularly well. My mom and his dad had married when I was fifteen. I'd been horrified to discover I'd be sharing a bedroom with a twelve-year-old Shaun. He was a quiet kid, but his mere presence had irritated me. I was used to having my own space.

The week after I graduated from high school, I left home, abandoning our cramped bedroom to a fifteen-year-old Shaun. Now that he was at college, I only saw him on holidays.

As luck would have it, I was offered a job. The entire drive out here, I'd been in my head, wondering how Shaun would react when he saw me. The last time I saw him was during Christmas dinner at our parents' house. We'd barely spoken. Lots of glaring was our language.

After opening, driving forward, and closing the gate, I made my way along the driveway and pulled up outside what looked to be the office. It was almost 6 pm. I hoped they'd still be open. I had told the woman I spoke to, Caroline, that I'd be rolling in around dinner time.

My concern was answered when a middle-aged woman popped her head out through the door and waved at me. She had a genuine smile for me as she approached my truck. It gave me hope that this job would work out. She had been extremely friendly on the phone.

I opened my door and slipped out, my boots crunching the small stones beneath my feet. The entire of the parking lot was neatly covered in them. No ruts or puddles. The areas I could see were well-maintained. The farm had an organized, welcoming feel.

"You must be Blaze," she said and extended her hand to me.

"Yes, Ma'am." I tipped my chin in acknowledgment and shook her hand.

"You found us all right?"

"I know these roads fairly well." I reached into my truck, lifted my battered wide-brimmed hat, and settled it on my head, covering my unruly, thick, dark hair.

"Your knowledge of the area will come in handy when it comes to picking up supplies." Caroline waved me along to follow her into the office. "There's a small amount of paperwork. You don't have to do it now. Just get it back to me in the next day or so."

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"Yes, Ma'am."

I entered the cramped space dominated by a row of filing cabinets and one seriously old, stained wooden desk. She lifted a thin stack of paper and handed it to me along with a pen.

"When you get a minute."

I tipped the front brim of my hat, a silent affirmation to her request. After following her back outside, she locked the office door and trundled down the new-looking wooden steps.

"I'll show you where you'll be staying."

One of the benefits of this job was accommodation, and food was included. Finding a rental in the small town down the road would have been impossible. Not cooking was a bonus.

There was no one in the bunkhouse when we entered.

"The boys are all at dinner," she said, explaining their absence. She patted the top mattress of one of the many bunk beds lining the walls. "Hope you don't mind being up top."

I fought hard not to smirk. Top was my absolute favorite position. Not that I didn't bottom when the opportunity presented itself, but I'd rather be drilling some guy's ass.

"Your bunkmate is one of our farmhands, Shaun. He likes to keep to himself, so he shouldn't be a bother. This is his second summer with us. The men have taken to him."

I rolled my eyes. Great. Bunking with my annoying stepbrother. I looked at the bottom bunk. It was neat and tidy. As uptight as my stepbrother used to keep his side of the room.

Some things didn't change.

"Have you eaten yet?" Caroline asked. "There will be plenty of food if you hurry."

"Finished off a sandwich on the road. I'm good. Thank you."

"Then I'm going to send you up to see our general manager, Rex. He's taking dinner in his cabin tonight. You can sit down with him and discuss where you'll be helping out."

"Yes, Ma'am. Point me to him."

"Just follow the path down the right side of the bunkhouse and up the hill. I told him to expect you. I saw Shaun heading that way. It'll give you a chance to meet your bunkmate."

Caroline left me to follow the path up to the cabin at the top of a steep hill. I hoped Shaun didn't freak out too badly when he saw me. I gathered my resolve and knocked on the door.

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It was jerked open by a mountain of a shirtless man in worn jeans. The thick dark hair across his muscular pecs made my cock take notice. He was burly and gorgeous.

"Are you the new guy?"

His tone was incredibly low and sexy. I might have stammered before speaking. I extended my hand to him. "Yeah, I'm Blaze. Your new stockman. You must be Rex."

Duh.

Rex grunted. "Come in." He stepped back, allowing me to pass. "I made a ham, potato, and broccoli casserole. Do you want any? You'll have been on the road for a while."

"No, thank you … I'm good."

"I'm going to grab some. Go take a seat in the living room. I'll join you in a second."

The living room was cozy. A brown leather couch and chair, facing a rustic fireplace. The space looked lived in. Comfortable. I took a seat in the chair.

No Shaun in sight.

Maybe Caroline had been mistaken about him being here.

I looked up as someone thundered down the stairs from the upper floor. He looked different. Tanned and filled out. Tight black jeans and an even tighter black tank top. Shaun's cheeks were flushed, and his hair was sticking out at odd angles in what was an obvious case of bed head.

The state of him coiled a spring in my gut. My stepbrother looked even more beautiful than usual. One of the reasons I left home as a teenager. My body had started responding to all his luscious lines; my cock springing to life every time I saw him. Listening to his soft breathing in the bed across the room had done my head in. He had been too young to make a move on.

Besides, I hadn't known whether Shaun was gay. His coming down from where I was certain would be the primary bedroom started my imagination, picturing Rex fucking him.

Shaun skidded to a stop. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

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Shaun is working as a farmhand for the summer, taking a break from college. He’s never done physical labor before, and it’s leaving him sore.

Distractions are rare in the small town he finds himself in. Very few straight guys are willing to walk the line with him. He’s hankering for a bit of excitement.

An offer to meet with a bunch of the other farmhands in the barn late one night is a dream come true. Shaun has always wanted to be used by a gang of men.

One night turns into two when he offers them more of his body. After being bred, Rex, the farm manager, takes a special interest in him. He wants even more of what Shaun has on offer.

His summer job is turning out better than Shaun ever imagined.

The sun was beating down on me. Another roasting hot day in rural America. I loaded the last of the hay into the barn off the truck. My muscles were screaming. It was my first summer working on a farm, doing manual labor. It was a break from college—a summer job.

Sunnybright Farms had an assortment of income streams. There were miles of vegetable fields. Corn, green beans, cabbage, carrots, cucumbers, and onions. And a few cattle for beef. They even had an orchard full of apples. The hay I was unloading was for the horses they kept on the farm for trail rides. It was a family business. Sometimes it felt like anything goes.

And the work was hard. But varied. As soon as I finished the hay, I was supposed to walk the onion and carrot fields to make sure everything looked in good shape. Tomorrow, I would be helping one of the other farmhands repair a fence, maybe plant a few new posts.

I shoved the last bale of hay in place, then climbed back down the ladder. I'd had to haul every bale up that damned ladder. Automation was scarce at Sunnybright.

I grabbed my shirt, slipped it back on, and headed for the main house. It was lunchtime. As well as having a place to live, the farm supplied us with three square meals a day. They were usually significant meals that I packed in as best I could. When I first started working on the farm, I had dropped about fifteen pounds. Weight I could ill afford to lose.

I was lean. At twenty-one, I had yet to fill out fully. But I was muscular. More so since I started at the farm three weeks ago. Dirty blond hair and blue eyes completed the picture. My face; the guys seemed to like what I was offering. The ones I had found in the vast, empty prairie.

The closest thing we had to a pickup spot was the town's country bar. Slim pickings. Mostly a bunch of straight guys. Not that their being straight guys stopped them. I'd had the same guys over and over again. I was looking for something a bit more exciting.

"Shaun."

I turned to hear who had spoken my name. It was Rex, the farm's general manager. He was a tall drink of cold water on a hot day. Dark, broody … and gorgeous. I'd had dreams about him. Woken up more than a few times with damp, sticky sheets.

"What's up?" I crossed my arms, expecting Rex to give me some more work to do before I had a chance to eat my lunch.

"You headed in for lunch?"

"Just on my way."

Rex copied my stance by crossing his arms. "You going into town tonight?"

I sighed. "Probably." I placed my hands on my hips. "I'm honestly getting bored. The same guys, weekend after weekend. Guys willing to walk the line are few and far between around here."

"What if I had a different idea?"

Now, that piqued my interest. Maybe Rex was ready to give me a ride. I had dropped enough hints on him in the weeks I had been working here. He would be a conquest worth having.

"Some of the guys and me were talking."

Some of the guys?

I smiled. Now, this did sound interesting. "What did you have in mind?"

"Meet us in the barn around eleven after the family is in bed."

My cock pulsed, hardening against my zipper. It pinched. I had a habit of not wearing underwear. It gave me a thrill to know I was walking around commando.

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That my cock was so accessible.

"I'll be there." I winked at Rex for good measure, but he just looked me up and down, turned away, and headed for the house. There was some uncertainty in the way he had looked at me.

I rushed through lunch. Some awkward glances were zipping around the table. I could tell which guys Rex was referring to by the way they were looking at me. Five in all. I wondered what they had in store for me. What they wanted to do to me.

My cock stirred again beneath the table. I would need to beat off before the rendezvous, or I wouldn't be able to contain myself for long. Simply having a guy's cock in my mouth might make me cum. Just thinking about it was making me wet.

I zipped through the onion and carrot fields. Everything looked good. I took a wander through the apple orchard to pass the time. Small green apples dotted the leaves. It was past dinner by the time I wandered back to the main house. I was able to scoop some leftovers and heat them in the microwave.

It would have to hold me until morning. I headed for the bunkhouse and curled up on my bed, the bottom bunk of four. I turned to face the wall. Two guys were sitting at the far end in the common space, reading and listening to music. They shouldn't be able to hear me.

They weren't among the five who would be meeting me tonight.

Pity.

The rest of the guys were probably halfway to town by now. Filling up on liquid courage for what the rest of the night held.

I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. My cock was hard, excited by the prospect of jerking off in the presence of the guys at the other end of the bunkhouse. I took a firm grip of it. As expected, I didn't last long. A few pulls and tugs, and I was spilling cum onto my hand. I licked my thumb, tucked my cock away, rolled out of bed, and headed for the washroom to clean up.

That should hold me for a while.

I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. I was tired. The physical work and extreme heat had worn me out. A nap was in order. I needed to be fresh for whatever Rex had planned for me.

I fell into a dream about him.

Someone shook me awake. It was pitch black in the room, but I could tell it was Rex.

"It's time," he said.

My heart rate ramped up as I followed him to the barn. One small light was burning inside, and there was a hum of quiet conversation. The barn fell silent as I entered.

"Evening, boys." I decided to be chipper. Whatever they were thinking, it was like a dream come true. Five strapping young men wanted something from me. All at once.

I dropped to my knees on the concrete floor. It was hard and cool on my knees. I knew what they likely wanted from me.

Four wandered toward me, but Rex held back. The youngest, Blake, was first to unzip his fly. I shuffled toward him and opened my mouth. His cock felt glorious on my tongue. I closed my mouth around it, my tongue riding the firm ridge of his cockhead. I circled it, wetting the head, dipping into the slit.

It excited me that Blake had been thinking about this. So much so that he was hard before I had taken him into my mouth.

A second hard cock prodded my cheek.

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