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This story is set in early October 2021 in Surrey, England.
Dylan Efron brought the pint glass up to his lips, savoring the taste of the beer as it coursed down his throat. Smacking his lips, he let out a sigh - there were few things as pleasurable as a nice drink after a long day outside. Setting the pint down, he stretched his arms out, letting out a groan. "Your legs sore?"
"Oh yeah. That was a damn good hike." His brother, Zac, took a long drink of his own drink, reaching down with his spare hand to massage his meaty leg. He suddenly froze, the muscles of his body visibly tensing as he looked across the room. Off in the distance, Dylan heard the old door of the pub creak as it opened and closed. Glancing over, he watched as a group of guys hooted and hollered as they entered the place, making their way towards a large table. One of the guys waved at the bartender, asking for his usual drink.
"Is that...?" Dylan's tilted his head, trying to place a name to the face. "Ohh!" He snapped his fingers, the name coming to mind. "Liam Payne? The guy from that One Direction band?"
"Yeah." Zac took another drink, his jaw tightening.
"You okay, man?"
"I'm good."
"Hey, Zac!" The older Efron brother's jaw clenched again, his fingers pressing against his pint glass as the singer sauntered over, a big cheesy grin on his bearded face. The British hunk smacked Zac on the back before reaching over to shake Dylan's hand. "Liam."
"Dylan. Nice to meet you."
"Zac, old man, you didn't tell me you had a brother." Liam's eyes darted up and down, sizing up Zac's younger brother.
Zac opened his mouth, about to say something. Dylan knew his brother and
waited for the sarcastic comment that went with the facial expression he was wearing. Instead, Zac closed his mouth, nearly growling as he spoke. "You didn't ask."
A dark twinkle danced in Liam's eyes as a memory came back. "Mmm. Well, good to see you again. You two should come hang out with me and the lads. Have a good time." He looked right at Dylan as he spoke.
"Maybe." Zac's lips barely parted as he spoke.
"Alright mate, have a good one. Hop over." Liam winked at the pair, clapping Zac on the shoulder again before heading back to his table.
"So...?"
"Long story."
"Mmm. I see." Dylan let it go, one eyebrow twitching with curiosity. He picked up their conversation where it'd left off, chatting about the hike that day. As they went over their plans for hitting more of the outdoors the next day, Zac relaxed...until whenever the sound of Liam's laughter filled the room, causing his shoulders to hunch slightly. Dylan knew better to push - Zac would talk about whatever it was when he was ready.
As the night went on, the guys at Liam's table peeled off one by one, retiring for the evening. Coming back from the restroom, Dylan saw that Zac had gotten in line at the bar. He watched as Liam got up and got in line behind Zac, trying to strike up another conversation. Whatever they were talking about, it became animated - it was obvious that Zac wanted distance between himself and Payne, a look of relief as he got a pair of drinks and darted back to their table.
Setting Dylan's glass down, he lifted his own to his lips and drank...and drank...and drank, chugging the amber fluid in a hurry, still standing up. Setting the glass down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Calling it a night." Zac picked up his stuff, noticing that Dylan hadn't moved. "Staying?"
"Yeah, not quite tired yet. I'll catch up with you at the room."
"Okay." Zac stalked out of the pub, moving as quickly as possible, ignoring the other table.
Dylan waited for a moment...and there it was, Liam waving him over. Suppressing a smirk, he headed over, sitting down and introducing himself to the three guys that were still hanging out. A few drinks later and it was just Liam, his friend Kenny, and Dylan. When Kenny headed to the restroom for a piss, Dylan asked the question that had been on his mind.
"So, you and Zac already know each other?"
"Yep." Liam took a drink, a small grin visible behind the pint glass.
"Any idea why he seemed...off?" The question was met with a nonchalant shrug.
"Dunno." Dylan rose one eyebrow, unconvinced. "Well, yeah. It's all on him though, up here." Liam twirled a finger near his temple, like he was mixing up his brain. "You'd have to ask him."
"Ha!" The short laugh came out as a bark. "I did."
"And."
"He wouldn't say anything." That shrug again.
Kenny re-emerged from the restroom, saying his good-byes before paying his tab and ducking out...leaving just Dylan and Liam at the table. Liam ran his fingertip around the rim of his glass, that smirk curling up the corner of his mouth.
"So..." Dylan waited - with the way that Liam had locked his eyes on the younger Efron brother, he had an idea of what was on the British singer's mind. Which caused him to be surprised by the next words out of Payne's mouth. "How are you enjoying my leftovers?"
"Your what?"
"Maya." He looked up, those brown eyes a little darker, a stormy gaze crossing his features.
"Oh. She's good."
"Mmm. Cunt's all stretched out. Enjoy that." Liam reached down, absentmindedly grabbing his crotch, implying that he'd been the cause of the stretch.
"Naw man, she's got a good one. Been banging the memories of you out of her." He watched as the smirk turned into a little snarl for just a moment.
The conversation didn't improve much from there, descending into taunts about Dylan's relationship with Liam's ex, trying to discern if they were more than just friends (they weren't - Dylan wasn't interested in settling down anytime soon). Efron brushed off the barbed comments, still gently prodding to try and figure out what had gone down between his brother and this guy.
"Fuck him."
"Huh?"
Liam repeated the words...this time with less of a drunk slurring sound. "Fucked 'im."
"Zac?"
"Mmhmm." That cruel grin resurfaced. "Fucked 'im good. Your brother looooves getting his hole stretched out by a fat piece." Liam's hand wandered to his crotch again.
"Yeah he does." Dylan tried not to laugh at the look of surprise on Liam's face. Hell yeah he knew about Zac's bedroom antics. He and Dave Franco weren't exactly quiet when they fooled around, on their own or with friends. And when Dave brought over his boyfriend Felix...
Liam's look of surprise turned as his head tilted, a silent question hanging in the air.
"No...to what you're thinking. But I know about him and the guys." Was that disappointment in Liam's eyes? Dylan tried not to laugh again. The number of guys who panted at the idea of the two Efron brothers going at it, sweaty, limbs entangled, one of them dicking the other...if he had $100 for every time someone asked or thought about it, he wouldn't have to work ever again.
"Anyway. He's got a good piece of ass. Maybe I should hit that again."
"Good luck." Liam glowered, realizing that just getting Zac to talk to him would be hard enough, let alone spreading his legs. Moving past the bullshit, the guys' conversation returned to normal, talking about random shit, comparing notes on celebrity life.
"Closin' out. Gettin' late."
"Good idea. Got a long day tomorrow."
The pair rose up, not without difficulty. Dylan felt tipsy from the beers...and he watched as Liam swayed a little, one hand on the table for balance. They made their way to the bar, paying their tabs, Liam bumping into Dylan's side as he fumbled to return his wallet to his pants pocket.
Stepping outside, Dylan took a deep breath of the brisk chilly air. "You're not driving, right?"
"Naw, man. Got a room nearby. Head home tomorrow. Squinting, Liam tried to focus on Dylan. "You?"
"Same. Room nearby." He pointed down the street in the direction of the hotel where he and Zac were staying.
"Ah. Nope, that way." Liam pointed in the opposite direction. "Good meet you." He shook Dylan's hand and took a couple of stumbling steps. Shaking his head, Dylan decided he could delay getting to his own place long enough to get Liam to his room safely. Linking his arm through Liam's, the pair supported each other as they walked.
"You're not far, are you?"
"Naw. Real close." Liam gave Dylan a funny look, like he was trying to figure out what Dylan was up to. Within a few minutes they were at the building where Liam was staying. Dylan mentally let out a sigh of relief - he knew he was bad with directions when he was drinking, so he was glad that "real close" didn't mean a thirty minute walk. He helped Liam up the stairs - with the beers kicking in, he started to wonder who was helping who walk, chuckling quietly.
Leaning against the door frame of his room, Liam struggled to fish the key card out of his pants pocket.
"Here..." Dylan slid his hand into the pocket, looking for the card.
"Mmhmm. Just like your brother, going for that dick."
"Fuck you." Dylan laughed, switching hands to search the other pocket. "I'm trying to get your...there." Feeling the piece of plastic, he withdrew his hand, holding up the card. "You wish." Winking, Dylan opened the door and nudged Liam inside.
"YOU wish." Liam slowly fumbled his shoes off, kicking one of them away near the door, which closed with a heavy thunk behind them. Dylan rolled his eyes, still chuckling. He struggled with the other shoe and then his coat. Efron helped him - when the coat finally came free, Liam rocked back, their bodies coming together, Liam's rear bumping up against Dylan's crotch, sending a happy tingle through his body. He had to admit that the guy seemed to have a nice body...
"Bet you're just like your brother." Liam peeled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he stumbled further into the room. "Ready to..." His fingers clumsily worked at his belt, until it was finally undone. "...ready to drop to your knees for some dick." Dylan watched, waiting to see if the other man needed help, ready to head back to his own place.
"You probably like it just like he does."
"Hmm?" One eyebrow rose over a pair of bold blue eyes, curiosity getting the better of him.
"On his back, legs in the air, getting plow. Fuck, he can take a cock." Dylan's mind went to the mental picture of Liam over his brother's body, the muscled body working as he thrusted. Shaking his head, Dylan discarded the thought. He'd seen enough of his brother fucking when they tag-teamed Dave and Felix.
Liam fumbled his way out of his pants, the fabric clinging to his legs as he stumbled, sitting on the bed and kicking at them until they were off. He stayed there, legs spread, in nothing but underwear, looking at Dylan with heavy eyelids.
"You're wearing too many clothes."
"Oh, really?"
"Mmmhmm." Liam tilted his head, indicating for Dylan to come closer. Wondering where this might go, Dylan stepped over, close enough for Liam to run his hand up and down Efron's leg, murmuring appreciatively as he felt the muscle underneath the other man's pants.
"Dude. Too many clothes."
Grinning, Dylan shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. He waited until Liam rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh before he pulled his shirt off, discarding it as well.
"Fuuuck." Liam's eyes went up and down, taking in the sight of Dylan's lean chiseled form.
"Still too many clothes?" Dylan took another step forward, his smirk growing as Liam began working at Efron's belt and pants.
"Yeah. Too fucking many." Dylan stepped out of his pants as they fell, leaving him in just his boxer-briefs.
Running his fingers through Liam's hair, he watched as the hunk mouthed the cotton fabric, lips working against the hard lump underneath...before tugging the waistband of the underwear down, freeing Dylan's cock. It quickly hardened up, filling out to his full seven inches.
Wrapping his hand around the back of Liam's head, Efron guided the other man's lips down his pole, petting the scruffy beard as the hunk's cheeks filled up with Efron meat...and then his throat, expertly taking the full length down in one swallow.
Liam worked up and down a few times, getting the rod nice and wet, allowing his lips to more quickly glide along the hard shaft, moaning lightly as he tasted precum already flowing out onto his tongue.
He pulled back, leaving just the head in his mouth, suckling on it. Looking up, he made eye contact with Dylan, those blue eyes dancing with amusement and lust.
"You like the taste of that dick?"
"Oh yeah." Liam lapped his tongue at the tip, getting more of the clear nectar before pulling it back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and swallowing greedily.
"You know..." He looked up, finding Dylan's eyes staring down at him. "...your ex does the same thing. You learn that from her?" Before Liam could reply, he felt the hand on the back of his head push down, impaling seven inches of hard dick down his throat.
Dylan brought his other hand to the back of Liam's skull, interlacing his fingers to lock his hands together, using his grip to drive the other man's face up and down his pole. Watching the other man swallow his meat caused his cock to become even harder, the sound of his pulse rushing in his ears.
"Fuck - you're even better than Maya. Fuuuuuck..."
Liam's only response was series of wet-sounding moans, punctuated by slurping as he fought to swallow spit and precum rather than letting it flow out of his mouth. Already, he could feel it splashing against his thighs, a small pool gathering on the floor.
"Gluck gluck gluck gluck." As Dylan continued to compare Liam's superior cock-sucking skills to those of the singer's former girlfriend, he felt his own rock hard dick straining against his underwear. Reaching down, he sought to stroke himself...and found his hands stopped by Dylan's.
"Naw, man. Focus on this." Dylan brought Liam's hands up, placing them against his hips, giving the hunk something to hold on to. Dylan had made a guess on how Liam would respond - and watched with amusement as the other man complied, fingers digging into Dylan's flesh, pulling at the muscular hips, pulling all seven inches down his throat again and again, his face riding the younger Efron brother's pole rather than being face fucked. Precum was a particular weakness of his...and this stud had it in spades, the taste flooding his mouth as the hard rod leaked copious amounts of man-nectar. The sound of heavy panting and moaning filled the room.
Dylan's fingers curled, dragging along Liam's scalp as he let out a loud groan, his furry balls pulling up and twitching as they worked to deposit their heavy load between Liam's lips. The British singer moaned again as he swallowed greedily, lips and jaw working overtime to not spill a single drop...and kept working, even after Efron's orgasm had subsided, seeking to pull out every bit of cum from the spent cock.
Anticipating another round, Dylan pulled Liam up to his feet, shoving his tongue where his mouth had been. Payne succumbed to the intense kiss, eyelids fluttering as their lips and tongues danced together. He'd thought Zac was a hot fuck...but this was so much more intense.
The memories of the older Efron brother stirred something in his mind, turning over his instincts towards his usual alpha-male bravado. Liam worked to take control of the kiss, managing to bend Dylan back slightly as his tongue became the dominant one, driving against the inside of Efron's mouth, grinning slightly when he pulled a soft whimper out of the other stud.
They fell to the bed, a mess of arms and legs, rolling back and forth as they each sought to get on top of the other, a battle of sexual wills. Liam chuckled as Dylan's mouth descended down his neck and chest, relaxing as he lay on his back and watched the other man worship his toned body, content that he was now calling the shots.
Dylan looked up, his bright blue eyes wide, eyebrows up in a show of submission as his tongue worked down...down...down...and then those cute lips parted and took in Liam's girthy member. The sound of Dylan gagging was music to Payne's ears, watching the hunk struggle to take down eight and a half very thick inches of meat. Efron managed to get about two-thirds of it down his gullet, cheeks wet as his eyes watered from fighting against his gag reflex.
"That's it, you're doing good. You're doing sooooo good." Liam petted Dylan's hair, encouraging him on. Efron pulled off, gasping for air...and then dove down, his tongue lapping against the low-hanging balls in big long strokes.
"Oh FUCK!" Liam's eyes closed tight, not catching the change in his new fuck-buddy's expression, lips curling up in a delicious smirk as Dylan found Liam's weak points. Payne squirmed with pleasure on the bed as Efron's tongue explored his large nuts...and then went further, teasing the area between his legs.
As Dylan worked back and forth, balls to taint, Liam's chest rose with heavy breaths, until he was panting for air.
Panting turned into moaning as Dylan used his hands to drive Liam's thighs up, attacking Payne's hole with his tongue.
"GOD DAAAAMN!" Liam's eyes rolled back in his head as Dylan's expert tongue went to work, corkscrewing in and out of his knot, finding and exploiting every pleasurable nerve ending.
As Liam moaned like a bitch in heat, Dylan chuckled, amused to find himself eating out the hunk's ass. Most straight guys that were willing to fool around with another guy were content to just get their dick sucked. Dylan Efron knew that if you put in a little extra effort, it paid very rich dividends. Besides, he didn't really count himself as 'straight' any longer. He certainly wasn't gay and he wasn't quite sure if he was bi...he just considered himself sexual. A hole was a hole and he found pleasure in sinking his hard cock into another person - watching and hearing them squeal in pleasure as a response was just even more of a turn-on.
His mind spun back to his brother Zac coming out, crying as he unloaded a private part of himself to Dylan, the pair hugging it out as Dylan told Zac that he'd always be there for him, no matter what. Later, he'd watched with amusement as Zac's friend Dave Franco came over, the loud sounds of their sex carrying through the walls of the house they shared, or watching them emerge from the bedroom with just towels around their waists, grabbing some water and food before heading back for another round.
Things had turned when Dave had come over one time, expecting to find Zac - but the older brother had been called away for a meeting at the last minute. Dylan and Dave had hung out...and Dylan's curiosity had gotten the better of him. He'd found out that afternoon just how good Dave was at sucking dick, spreading his legs on the couch and letting Franco go to town on his rod. They'd both been hooked after that, finding times that Zac was away to get Dylan's cock down Dave's throat. Dylan grinned as he thought about just how much time Franco spent at their place after that, between fucking around with Zac and sucking (and later getting fucked by) Dylan. Hell, he should have just moved in.
The day Zac had come home early and caught them by surprise...Dylan's cock began throbbing again as that memory came to mind. Dave was riding his lap and they hadn't heard the door open or close. Zac watched, staring with surprise. When Dylan had finished, Dave had crawled over and stuck his ass up in the air for Zac to go for a round as well - which he did. They'd been tag-teaming and spit-roasting the cutie ever since.
The memories brought Dylan's attention back to his current goal, which was now very ready to be fulfilled. Liam had broken out into a light sweat, body writhing on the bed from Dylan's oral efforts.
Dylan began spitting into his palm, reaching down to slick his cock up. Quickly and quietly, he slid up until his knees were at Liam's hips, lifting the legs further into the air. With no warning, he pressed his own hips forward, spearing the hole he'd just been reaming with his tongue, watching as Liam cried out in pleasure and pain, making a faint gesture at pushing his hands against Dylan's thighs...while at the same time he instinctively relaxed the muscles of his rear, allowing the stud to more-easily slide inside.
"Yeahhhh...." Dylan's lip curled up as he began pumping his hips, slowly drilling Liam's ass, feeling the tight guts grip his pole. "Fuck, even your pussy is better than your old girlfriend's. She's tight...but not this tight."
"Fuck you."
"No man, I'm fucking you." Dylan took hold of Liam's legs and spread them further, increasing the intensity of his pounding to drive home his point. "Yeah, not such a big boy now, are you? Just a big slut for cock. Aren't you?"
"Fuck..."
"Say it."
"Fuck you."
Dylan slowed to a stop, his quivering cock resting halfway in Liam's ass. "Say it." He watched as Liam's lips pressed together, irritated before finally parting in order to blurt out the words.
"I'm a slut for cock."
"See, that wasn't so hard." Dylan pushed all the way back in, getting a happy moan from Liam. "And damn...you actually are a big boy. Look at this." Dylan reached down and took hold of Payne's ample meat, waving it around. "That's a big dick. Bet the guys love this." Liam groaned as the firm grip worked up and down his rod. "But not as much as you love this." Dylan slammed all the way in, balls slapping against Liam's ass.
"Fuuuuuuck!!"
"God damn, you're tight. Love that." Dylan settled into a nice rhythm - having already gotten off, he could enjoy the sensations of Liam's guts without worrying about cumming too soon. Payne turned into a sweaty whore under his efforts, moaning and begging for more, no longer caring about trying to be in control - he just wanted Efron to keep doing what he was doing because it felt so damned good.
He soon found himself rolled over onto his hands and knees, ass up in the air like a bitch...and ridden like one as Dylan pummeled his hole.
Suddenly, Efron stopped.
"So...what happened between you and Zac?"
"Seriously?" Liam panted, both with eager neediness and surprise that the other man was interrupting sex with a conversation.
"Yes, really." Dylan left his cock mostly pulled out, just the head still parked inside Payne's rear, waiting for a response.
"He's a little bitch - OW!" Liam recoiled as a meaty swat came down on his rump.
"He's my brother. And I asked you a fucking question."
"He..." Liam gritted his teeth, irritated as fuck, his mind a mess of hormones, lust, and reluctant to submit all the way. "He got cranky."
"No shit. Why?"
"I don't know. He just did. You going to fuck me or what?"
"I'll start fucking you again when you tell me why he got pissed. Or..." Dylan's hand roamed over Liam's lower back. "Or, I'll just get dressed and leave. It's a little too late for you to find someone else to fuck. So if you want to get off, then you're going to tell me what happened."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe later," Dylan spat out. 'Fat chance,' he thought to himself. He didn't bottom and he definitely wasn't going to change that for Liam fucking Payne-in-the-ass of One Direction. He rolled his eyes, waiting for the beefy stud to come to his senses.
Letting out a low growl, Liam finally relented, the muscles of his shoulders visibly sinking. "He got pissed at me because I left him hanging."
"Thought you said you fucked him?"
"I did." The shoulders sank a little more. Unseen from Dylan's point of view, the corners of Liam's mouth tugged down with a little bit of regret. "We hooked up, I fucked him really good. Your brother has a great ass, by the way."
"Gross. So if you guys had great sex, why was he mad?"
"He wanted more."
Dylan's eyebrows scrunched together, trying to figure things out. "More...like dating?"
"Naw mate, we live too far away for that shit. He's smarter than that. He just wanted more sex."
"And?"
"I said no. Got dressed and headed out."
"Why?"
Liam shrugged. "I don't like my bitches getting - OW! Fuck! I don't like my - the guys I hook up with getting all attached and shit."
"And that's why he's pissed at you?"
"Yeah man, that's it. We fucked, he wanted to fuck some more, and I turned him down and headed out. Maybe I was a bit of a dick 'bout it. Dunno."
"Maybe?" He saw Liam slump down a little more.
"Okay, was. I was a dick about it. Sorry."
"You should tell him that."
"He won't let me - fucker - sorry, your brother won't talk to me." Liam edited his sentence before getting another swat.
"Alright. I'll talk to him, see if anything comes out of it. Thanks."
"Yeah, whateverrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Liam groaned as Dylan rammed back in, balls pressing against his rear. "Fuck!"
Dylan returned to action with a vengeance, mostly to get off and just a little bit feeling the urge to get revenge for his brother, partly hate-fucking the singer now.
"Arch your back. Yeah, that's it, stick that ass up. Fucking bitch - you're a greedy hole, you know that? God damn your hole is so tiiiiiight. I could fuck your ass all night. And this back..." Dylan's hands roamed Liam's muscular backside, kneading the toned flesh. He continued taunting the Brit as he pounded his ass, watching as Liam ate the words up, seemingly turned on and encouraged by them, putting more of his slutty side on display the more that Dylan went back and forth trash-talking Liam and complimenting him.
Dylan pulled out again, landing on his back and pulling Liam on top of him, driving back up to sink his cock in, resting his hands behind his head as he watched the hunk ride his pole. "That's it, show me what you've got."
Liam gripped Dylan's chest, working the muscles of his legs into overdrive as he drove himself up and down on the hard cock, needing more, always needing more, his lower lip hanging open as he moaned again and again.
Everything went dark and then lights flashed behind Liam's eyelids as his cock exploded, shooting a huge load across Dylan's stomach and chest. He kept cumming and cumming, until he was spent, the muscles of his body finally relaxing as he let out a long happy sigh.
"Better hold on." Dylan growled as he slammed his hips up, making Liam's body bounce as he began pounding the living fuck out of the singer, eager to bust a nut a second time that evening.
Liam bounced like a rag doll as Dylan pummeled him from below, the veiny member slamming in and out of his hole. His own large, thick cock flopped around, smacking against Dylan's abs and his own. Having blown his load all over Dylan's torso, his dick had softened...but only halfway, still turned on by the ramrod of flesh raking over his prostate and hammering his guts.
"Fuuuuck meeeee." He felt a hand push back on his chest.
"That's it. Arch your back. Yeah, you love getting railed, don't you?" Liam let out a little moan. The hand lightly smacked his chest. "Yes or no?"
"Yeah. I do. I...mmmmmmm"
"Knew it. Fucking cocky bad boy attitude...and underneath all that, you're just begging to get bent over and used, aren't you?"
"Uh...uh...uh huh." Liam swallowed, finding it hard to speak. Dylan had one hand playing with Liam's nipple, one hand squeezing his ass, and had found a magic angle for thrusting in and out, steamrolling his inner love nut with each stroke. It's like the guy had found most of his buttons all at once.
And the dude kept going...and going...and going. Liam blinked, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, groaning in both pleasure and pain, his ring starting to feel swollen and sore from the non-stop barrage. He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, trying to figure out how long they'd been going at it. Problem was that he'd been smashed drunk when they started...and was still fuzzy-headed and had no sense of time.
The taste of cum reminded him that Efron had already gotten off.
"Fuuuuuuck..." He groaned again, realizing that Dylan had used his throat first so that he could abuse his hole next. Not that Liam was complaining. His fingertips dug into the flesh of Dylan's chest, his toes kneading against the mattress, waves of pleasure rolling through his body. If this was "abuse", he'd gladly get beaten up by this dick every day of the week.
His own cock began to stiffen once more, filling out to its full eight and a half inches, the thick piece of meat still smacking back and forth, the sounds more weighty now. Drops of precum flew through the air, disappearing into the floodplain of jizz that he'd left on his new friend's stomach.
The pace somehow picked up, impossibly. Liam let out another long moan. He was sure that if he could somehow see from behind, he wouldn't even see a cock rising up and down as it impaled his rear - it was probably just a blur of flesh.
He gasped as he was pulled down, his chest against Dylan's. A tongue was shoved into his mouth. He found it with his own, latching on with his lips and sucking on it, opening his mouth further to allow the other man to invade him from both ends, a cock hammering his rear and a tongue snaking down his throat. Dylan's nostrils flared, blasting air against Liam's cheek. Both hands were on his ass, squeezing it and spreading it apart, making him whimper - he fucking loved it when a guy did that.
The thrusts became slower and stonger, more determined. He could feel the fleshy nuts shoving up against his ass cheeks each time Dylan slammed inside, harder and harder with each thrust, the American stud making a sound that was half-growl and half-moan.
Liam let out another whimper as his entire body convulsed. Despite having just blown a load...'fuck,' he thought, unable to even comprehend how long ago it'd been. Had he been riding Dylan for ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? His eyes rolled back in his head as his cock spewed cum, trapped between their abs, throbbing between their bodies.
"Fuck, again?" He could feel Dylan's face pull into a grin, their faces too close together to see clearly. "Having a good time, huh?"
"Unnnnnngh.....uh....huh..." Liam didn't have the energy or willpower to try and give any attitude. He nodded as he moaned, freely admitting that the hunk beneath him had topped him physically and mentally.
"Good. My turn. I like to make sure my bitches get off before I do." One arm slid up and wrapped around Liam's back, holding him in place as Dylan power-fucked him from below. Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity of being plowed, the hard cock swelled up and began throbbing - Liam moaned, feeling the blasts of cum coat his insides.
"Breeding my new little bitch. You like that?" Dylan's grin grew as Liam nodded, his head shaking up and down vigorously. "Good. Your ex always asks me to pull out." Dylan rolled his eyes before bringing them back to laser-focus on Liam's own brown orbs. "Fuck, that's it, milk my cock." He moaned again as Liam flexed his ass, his ring squeezing the hard shaft. "Milk it. Get every drop. Fuck dude..." Dylan nuzzled his face against Liam's neck, a little sign of affection as a reward for Liam's needy nature. "...think I've drained my balls. Both of your holes are little hungry cum dumps." He chuckled as Liam let out a soft moan, happy at being bred by this stud.
Dylan pulled out, his half-hard cock flopping down. He rocked his forehead against Liam's, the kisses more tender now that they were both in a post-orgasmic haze.
"Mmmmm. You're good."
Liam reached down, stroking Dylan's thigh. "Fuck - you're good."
They rolled over onto their sides, Dylan's torso pressed against Liam's backside, one arm coming around to cradle the Brit's toned chest. "You usually moan that much?"
"Not too often, no." He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder. "Was it bad?"
"No, hell no. Was hot as fuck." Dylan's hand went down to pat Liam's rear before returning up to his chest. "Someone was hungry."
Liam grinned. "Maybe some breakfast in bed in the morning?"
"Mmmmm. Maybe." The words turned into a murmer...and soon were a soft snore, accompanied by Liam's deep breaths, both men satisfied and spent.
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Dylan woke up, squinting at the bright sunlight. 'Shit, what time is it?' he thought.
The sound of slurping and the feeling of something wet and warm around his cock brought him out of his sleep much more quickly than the sunlight had. Looking down, he saw a tent in the sheets - a tent that was rising up and down. Grinning, he pulled the sheet back, revealing Liam's face, looking cheeky, his hair a mess of bedhead as he bobbed up and down Dylan's rock hard cock.
"You know, most people have something like oatmeal for breakfast."
Liam pulled off with a wet pop. "Or bananas." He smiled before inhaling Efron's dick again.
Dylan closed his eyes, enjoying the blowjob...for just a moment. He placed his thumb at Liam's forehead, gently prying the singer off of his cock, which bobbed in the air, unattended.
Liam crawled up, nuzzling Dylan's neck, purring as hands ran down his back, squeezing his butt...and then rolled his body over, off of Dylan, laying Liam out on his back. He grinned, anticipating the other guy getting on top of him for a good morning blowjob...or maybe a hot fuck.
He opened his eyes, blinking in surprise when he felt the mattress shift, watching as Dylan got up. The American dug around on the floor, finding his clothes, pulling them on.
"You're, um...?" Liam paused, fumbling for words to finish his question.
"Yeah. Got shit to do today." Pulling on his shirt and jacket, Dylan looked in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair, trying to look a little less disheveled. "Besides, got what I came for." He looked over at Liam, who was naked and prone on the bed. "Twice." Winking, he worked his feet into his shoes. "See you around?"
"Um...sure...?" Liam lay there, dazed, conflicted and confused emotions roiling through his chest. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream out in anger or frustration...or cry. He felt cheap and used, discarded. And it stung harder, coming on the heels of such an intensely amazing night of sex.
He pulled the pillow over his face to muffle the sound of his yell. "Fucking god-damn Efron!!" The cocky look on Dylan's face filled his mind...and then was replaced by Zac's. The disappointed and upset expression the older brother had worn back then, when Liam...
"Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUUCK!!" Liam did cry this time, feeling alone and ashamed, both at being dumped by Dylan and pangs of regret for how he'd treated Dylan's brother.
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"Morning. Where were you?" Zac looked up from reading his iPad, watching as his brother entered the hotel room still wearing the same clothes he'd had on the night before.
"You wouldn't believe it."
"Maya?"
"Nope." Dylan peeled off his clothes, throwing them into the dirty clothes pile in the corner of the room that they were sharing. "Even better." He jumped onto the bed next to Zac, grinning ear to ear.
"Dude!" Zac got a whiff of the musky odor emanating from his brother. "Oh dude, what the fuck? You stink! Get off my bed." He laughed, pushing at Dylan's shoulder.
"Want to hear a good story?"
"After you shower."
"Naw man, this one's too good to wait. I just got back from Liam's."
Zac put down the tablet, eyebrows scrunching, confused and curious. "You spent the night at Liam's?"
"Yep."
The look on Zac's face darkened. How the fuck could his brother go mess around with...him...after realizing that Zac hated the guy? "You're an asshole."
"Yes I am." The grin grew wider and more devilish. NOW do you want to hear a good story?"
"Sure - why the fuck not." Zac was irritated, both at his brother for fooling around with that fucker...and he knew that Dylan was stubborn, so he wasn't getting up until he'd told whatever stupid-ass story he had in mind.
His irritation slowly faded as Dylan began telling his tale of the night's encounter. Slowly, the bedsheet tented up, unable to help but be turned on at the idea of Liam fucking Payne getting bent over and plowed...hell, getting bent over and used.
"What's that?"
"Nothing. Keep talking."
"Damn - it'd be nice if Dave was here with us." The images of the two brothers tag-teaming Dave Franco caused Dylan's cock to throb in his boxer-briefs. He reached under the pillow - knowing Zac...yep, there it was, a small plastic bottle. Uncapping the lube, he pulled down his underwear and slicked up, stroking his hard cock and tossing the bottle to Zac as he continued his story. He watched with amusement as Zac pushed down the sheets and lubed up his meat, matching Dylan stroke for stroke.
They'd started jerking off together during the pandemic. Unable to leave the house, their hormone levels had skyrocketed, getting frustrated at jerking off non-stop. Dylan was used to bagging some pussy or ass at least once a week. Zac was less frequent but still got plenty of his own...and then they were cut off and denied.
Dylan had initiated their mutual jerk-off sessions, taking turns pulling up porn on the TV. It'd been fun for awhile...and then he'd dialed things up a bit by... He reached over, taking hold of Zac's cock, noting the way it felt similar to his own but different. His was a little longer, Zac's a little thicker. Zac's had a big vein going down it, Dylan's was more textured with smaller veins etching down the shaft. He continued his story of his time with Liam as Zac reached over and began stroking Dylan.
Dylan had kinda freaked out Zac when he'd ordered one of those silicon tubes, putting both their dicks in it from either end, trying to simulate them spit-roasting Dave. Zac would never admit it but the few times that Dylan had put their cocks side by side and slid the sleeve down to wrap around their rods, as if they were DP'ing Dave again...he'd enjoyed it. Fuck, Dylan had gotten off so hard, especially the next time when Zac was the one holding the sleeve, tugging it up and down, stroking them as they thrusted into it together.
That's as far as they'd taken it. Hell, that was as far as either of them wanted to take it. He'd seen the Hemsworth Brothers go at it - they'd both been taking turns with Zac until Chris had come up behind his brother Liam and slid in, making a man-sandwich. Dylan's eyes had bugged out - it was wrong but it was hot. He'd stood on the bed and mounted Liam's face, plugging the Australian's throat with his cock while the dude pounded Dylan's brother...while getting anal-reamed by his own brother. He didn't have any interest in fucking around with Zac...but the jerking off together was really hot...and handy when they just wanted to get off.
The pace got faster and faster, until Zac began shooting, coating his chest and stomach.
Dylan lasted longer - hell, this was his third time getting off. He finally erupted as well, spurting jizz onto his groin. He grabbed a shirt and wiped off, tossing it to Zac, finishing his tale.
"You just left him there?"
"Yep."
"Fuuuuuuck!"
"Naw, I'm too tired. If you want, you could probably call him and get some." Dylan laughed as Zac shoved him again.
"Not how I meant that." The pair giggled, the mood elevated. "I can't believe you did that to him, for me."
"Well...I mean, there were some good side benefits." Dylan waved his deflating cock, the movement shaking cum that flew around, some of it landing on Zac's leg.
"Gross!" He wiped it off quickly with his shirt.
Dylan laughed, rolling his eyes. As if Zac hadn't used Dylan's cum as lube to fuck Dave and Felix.
"Whatever. So, what's the plan for today?" He smiled contentedly as Zac read out their itinerary, glad his brother was the planner of the family. Hot water cascaded down his toned body, the smell of soap filling his senses.
He finally finished and stepped out, moving around Zac who was at the sink brushing his teeth. "Damn, took long enough."
Dylan pushed Zac's shoulder, chuckling as he grabbed his own stuff to get ready. Zac spat toothpaste into the sink, looking up. "Seriously, thanks for the whole Liam thing. You didn't have to do that."
"Hey." Dylan clasped Zac's shoulder, making eye contact through the mirror. "What are brothers for?" The two gave each other a quick hug before Zac hopped into the shower, eager to get out and start today's adventure together.
~ THE END ~
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