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Texan Hospitality - 1
"You still up?"
Marco stopped mid stroke as the message flashed over the porn streaming on his phone. Fuck.
Of course, he was up! How could he not be?
He was up in a lot of ways. His second load of the night was already brewing in his balls. In the dim light of the phone his dick seemed more like a sleek brown piston, slick with cum and lube rather than an actual cock. It just wouldn't go down... Just looking at the sender of the message made him leak another bubble of fluid.
"Yep." - Marco texted back.
One-word reply. That's all Jake deserved, the fucker! Marco couldn't help but smile through his horny rage though. Jake's offence was that he had spent the night banging Alex, the boy he had picked at the club. Loudly. Making Alex moan. And then making him beg. Slapping his ass like he owned it... And his favourite spot for doing so seemed to be the wall right behind his headboard!
The grudge hardon Marco was sporting was made of equal parts arousal and envy of being the guy who was fucking Alex into incoherence. And, if he was being fully honest, being the guy who got to fool around with Jake.
The message app pinged again.
"What are you up to?"
Marco had several choices on how to answer the question. He could have replied that he was trying to get over his jetlag -- he had, after all landed less than 12 hours ago. He could not reply, get himself off a second time and then go to sleep with a pillow over his head, while Jake and Alex went to for their third or fourth round.
Or he could be honest and say his balls were as blue as a winter chill. That the combination of his own right hand and watching Andre Donovan double dicking Devin Franco was helping him get off as intensely satisfying as he thought it would be.
His sticky fingers blurred the screen as typed.
"Hard as a fucking rock because you've been playing your bottom like a high- pitched music instrument. You fucker -- lol."
After sending the message there was a moment of stillness that seemed to expand in the silence of his room. And then Marco heard a booming laugh through the thin wall that separated the two bedrooms. He couldn't help but smile to the sound. He flicked off the window playing the porn. His mind hadn't been in it anyway... Instead Marco just observed the dots of the message being composed. They started and stopped. Then another message popped up.
"I did ask if you minded..."
Jake had asked if Marco minded. And then asked again after the Russian pint-sized muscle builder had started rubbing is delicious looking ass into Jake's package in the guise of dancing. Marco had said no, he didn't mind it at all if Jake fucked the guy. He said it because was none his business. Because, as a polite man he knew that it wasn't his place to cramp Jake's style. Because his host had been amazing taking him around, showing him the sights and introducing him to his friends -- when he did not have to. Bu he mostly encouraged Jake because Marco had wanted to fuck that tightly packed hunk of muscle that was Alex into a state if sexual incoherence himself - and if Jake did it, he would at least be able to hear the detailed story the next day. Fuck Alex by proxy in his mind, so to speak.
"Not complaining, lol" - Marco's hand were sticky and they slipped on the screen while he typed - "Pound the slut and tell me in the - morning!"
Again, the dots started in the message box, then stopped again. The same thing happened three or four times until it stopped altogether. Marco's cock continued to pulse as he heard the voices in the bedroom next door in muffled conversation.
Then he heard a laugh. Alex's laugh Marco thought.
Then a brief silence, followed by a meaty slap. big hand, on a solid ass.
Then there were steps.
Then there was a knock at his door.
Marco's heart stopped for a beat. All his blood was pooling on his raging hard cock. What the fuck was Jake up to? He quickly pulled his pyjamas up. The tent was obvious and faintly hilarious. Marco couldn't help but smile again. Whatever his host was up to, Marco had to admit that it was the most fun he had had in a long time.
"Come in" - Marco said, flicking on the lights. His voice sounded rougher than usual. Hornier.
Alex's head popped through a crack on the opened door. After hesitating for a second he opened the door completely. Under the orange light of the bedside lamp. the curves of Alex's muscled body were enhanced to the point of being surreal. His pale skin looked golden and smooth.
He wasn't wearing much. Skimpy white briefs that stretched under the pressure of his surprisingly big cock. A bulge to make a mouth water. The outline of his cockhead was as clearly visible as if he was naked. The briefs themselves were mottled with wet spots, transparent and saturated with cum or pre-cum -- Marco could only guess which - and even in the dim light of the room, the flush in the smooth, shaved skin of his chest and was obvious.
"Marco, sorry... Jake... Jake wanted me to ask you something."
Marco smirked. Pitched his voice to carry.
"Sure Alex. What does Jake want you to ask?"
Alex looked down, coy. He stood one legged for a moment, running his left foot on his right calf. He looked like a shy boy. Marco wondered if he was trying to find his words, or if this was an act he had played out before - designed to make him look even more fuckable. Before he could form an answer, his phone buzzed. Under Jake's name there was only a present emoji.
Fucking Jake...
It took Marco less than a second to decide to unwrap the present he was so generously given. Sloppy seconds.
Yum.
He casually pushed his bed covers to the floor and sat up against the headboard. The tent he was pitching was visible to its best advantage.
Alex looked at it, his blue eyes caught in its heft like it was a magnet. He bit his upper lip and looked at Marco's eyes. His desire made the blue in them just a ring around the black irises.
"You have... You have a big black cock? For me, I mean..."
The words big black cock should have stung, but it slid off Marco's consciousness like water. I always did when his dick was too hard to allow him to think and process. His mind focused only on how Alex's Russian accent was more pronounced, now, when he when he spoke through a haze of arousal, then it was when they were sharing a cab to Jake's home. Marco wondered if it was always like that when he had been fucked stupid.
And there was no doubt that Alex had been fucked stupid.
From what Marco heard through the walls and what he knew of Jake's proficiency as a top, Alex's holes had been consistently and thoroughly explored and used in the past 3 hours. Marco knew intimately the staccato grunts uttered were those of a bottom having his hole was pummelled, that the throaty moans were those of a man humming when his throat was stuffed with a dick. Marco knew these sounds and who uttered them as if he had been in the room in them, and not just imagining being there and listening through the walls.
"What do you mean Alex?" -- Marco said with a smirk. -- "I don't understand what you mean".
It was Alex's turn to smile. He walked up to Marco with a slightly awkward gait and, keeping his eyes on him, grasped Marco's cock through the fabric that covered it, mauling it with his hand.
Marco gasped, and anther pearl of pre-cum dripped from the tip, staining the fabric.
If there was a word that could define how Alex reacted to the sight of cock, it was deference. He had shown the same to Jake. Deference offered up with joy. A desire to serve at the altar of the cock. To treat it right. Saliva pooled in Alex's mouth as he tugged Marco's pyjama bottoms and felt the heavy dick slap against his face. He reached out with his tongue, giving the wet tip a kitten lick, before enveloping the dark head with his lips.
Alex sucked at the taste, swirling his tongue around and taking as much juice in him in as he possibly could. Marco's taste was tarter than Jake's had been. Saltier. Different, but complimentary. He released the cock in his mouth with a loud pop and licked his reddened lips for effect. He felt hungry tonight. His inner slut had taken over and he just wanted more of everything. Marco's eyes were intense on his at that moment, a smile curling his lips.
Marco reached down to him. Passed an affectionate hand on his face. It was wet, and Marco could bet that Jake had glazed the Russian at least once that nice. His face was too handsome, to masculine for him to not have done so. Alex dove down for a second taste of his hard cock, and Marco explored his wide, muscled back.
His ass. He had to feel Alex's ass. His cheeks stood out like ripe melons jutting off his back. Marco had desired them intensely when he had seen them grinding against Jake's package. He bent over Alex's body to grab at his cheeks, unwittingly choking Alex with his dick in the process. The feel of those convulsions on his fat dick almost made him loose track of his intent. Instead of backing down, Marco kept Alex's head in place, teasing his gag reflex while he bent over his back to grab Alex's butt.
Best of both worlds.
Alex's throat, already loosened by Jake eventually opened, and Marco found the head of his cock slide with down a hot, tight hole at a startling speed. His eyes rolled back at suction. Alex took him almost halfway, tongue swirling around the fat stalk, his lips stretched at the corners to the point of breaking.
Marco tentatively pulled back with his hips and pushed in again. He caressed Alex's hair but kept him in place as he moved. He slid his hand to the valley of Alex's ass at the same time. Encased in the skimpy briefs, the skin of his ass was hot. Marco ventured down the crack. He stopped, surprised. There was something there.
"Had to stretch him out for us buddy..." - said a voice from the door, startling Marco.
Jake stood there, tall and ominous as he was enveloped by the mix of shadow and light. His cock was hard in front of him, casting a shadow on the wall. He walked towards the men on the bed.
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