Diesel’s entire body tensed to pull away but Maddox just fell back, taking D with him as he went down on his ass and kept going. He cocked his knees, brought them high, spread his legs, and as the pressure on his neck directed him to where Maddox wanted him to go, D felt his mouth wet.
Now on his back, Maddox used his other hand to lift his cock off his stomach and hold it positioned before he forced D’s mouth to throat it.
Something he did.
Deeply.
Fuck yeah.
Yeah.
D blew his boy, plunging up and down on that monster, meeting Maddox’s fist that stroked the length D couldn’t take and loving the ache in his dick now that he was giving this to his Mad.
D opened up and took as much as he could get, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing out on each pull, getting off on the noises he was forcing from Maddox’s chest, seeing his abs constrict, the lines get tighter, the veins snaking down the flat plain from lower abs to cock popping, tasting precum on his tongue.
Then with a rough tug on his hair he was out.
He looked up that body.
“Fuck me,” Maddox growled.
D didn’t make him ask again.
He moved. Mad drew his legs well back. D positioned, held Maddox’s black eyes and drove into tight heat, marveling at the fact he didn’t blow taking that fine ass at the same time watching the muscles of Maddox’s neck all the way down to his pecs stand out at the penetration.
He’d prepared too, so the passage was slick for D to drive in and again and again, Mad’s back cradled in his spread thighs, his hand pulling hard at his own cock, his other hand gripping his balls, squeezing and pulling those as D fucked him and watched a goddamned fucking spectacular show.
“Feel good, D?” Maddox rumbled.
“Fuck yeah, Mad,” D pushed out, and it looked good too.
“Earn it, boy,” Maddox ordered.
D put his hands to Mad’s knees, spread him farther and used them for leverage as he lifted up and started punching into his boy’s hole.
He watched Maddox’s teeth clench, felt his ass do it, and Mad dug his head into the bed and punished his own dick and balls with a brutal jacking as he took D’s fucking.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, fuck it,” Mad ground out, milking D’s dick with a rhythmic clenching as D fucked his ass.
Fuck, with that, as whenever he pulled that shit, Diesel wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m gonna blow in you,” D warned and Maddox’s head instantly righted.
“Yeah, you are, then you’re gonna take it when I blow in you.”
“Fuck,” D grunted, that being all it took.
He jacked into him, shooting cum up tight, hot, sweet ass.
And barely finished jetting, he lost that heat, found himself shifted parallel to the bed, face in the mattress, up on his knees, a monster of a cock rammed up his ass.
Fuck, almost better.
“Give that to me,” he groaned, rearing back into it.
“I’ll give it,” Maddox growled, cranking into his ass.
D could go at his boy but the man up his ass fucked like a Mack truck that was late on delivery.
And Diesel did not ever keep him guessing that he got off on every goddamned stroke.
“Shit, fuck, shit, Christ,” D bit out. “That ass feel good, my man?”
“Always, D,” Maddox grunted.
“Thrash it, motherfucker.”
His invitation was accepted and he took it tough and tried not to let all he felt into his head when he heard his boy let go and shoot his always huge load deep inside D.
D stayed still and loose, rocking with him as Maddox drove into him through his orgasm and he decelerated when Maddox started pulling out to the head and gliding back in to the root as he slowed his roll.
Diesel closed his eyes when Maddox finished his last glide, filling him full, then reached around and cupped D’s junk.
“We’re gonna clean up, pull on our clothes and have a beer, D,” he said in his coarse voice. “But when we go to bed, my man, advice, you do it lubed. You with me?”
Keeping his eyes closed, suddenly knowing what they’d be doing this weekend, and wanting it as bad as he’d wanted that fresh cum up his ass, which was to say a fuckuva lot, he muttered, “I’m with you, Maddox.”
“Good,” Mad grunted, pulsed his hips against D’s ass, and D shut his eyes tighter.
Because he liked it.
He liked fucking Mad and blowing him and him eating D out and he liked Maddox’s monster driving up his ass.
But he liked this best of all.
Knelt before his boy, full of his cum, full of his cock.
One.
Connected.
Maddox pulled out gently and Diesel didn’t move a muscle except to open his eyes as the bed jarred and he watched his boy walk to the cush bathroom they’d given Molly in the little house in the middle-class neighborhood where they lived, seeing his own cum sliding down the back inside of Maddox’s shaggy thigh.
He’d been right.
A good solid fucking, two ways.
Just not after a beer and the game.
The beer and the game came after.
So he’d just given it and got it real fuckin’ good.
And after, Maddox buried inside him, he’d had everything.
So why did he feel so goddamned empty?
Do You Feel It?
Diesel
DIESEL’S EYES OPENED with a pop as a large cock drove home up his ass.
“Maddox,” he groaned as Mad rolled into him, taking him from his side to his stomach before hauling him up to his knees, still buried deep.
“All fours,” Maddox growled and D pushed up, feeling the blood pound into his dick, thickening it, making it rise, with what was inside him, instantly making it ache.
Like a warning, Maddox slid out slow and glided back in slower, hesitating a beat as D stayed in position to take him before it began.
Their grunts exploded into the room as Maddox drove D up the bed to the point he was up on his knees, both his arms braced, one hand against the wall, the fingers of his other curled over the top of the headboard and holding on in a way he worried he’d split the wood or punch right through the wall. Or the headboard would, the loud banging had to be cracking the drywall.
His rigid cock was slapping up against his stomach, his balls swaying wildly, neither getting any attention. Maddox had an arm angled across his chest, fingers curled into his shoulder to try to hold him steady and his other hand was wrapped around the front of his leg, the pads of his fingers digging into the inside of D’s thigh.
“Jesus, fuck, buddy,” he huffed out, just as Maddox groaned, driving deep again, and again, and once more, in a way D knew his back was arched against the orgasm and both their hips swayed violently with his climaxing thrusts.
D felt Mad’s forehead rest on his shoulder blade, the heat of his breath against his back as his own chest heaved with the effort of taking a savage fucking before he took that same kind of fist around his cock. Mad pulled out the back in a way that made Diesel grunt, and he was whipped around to face Maddox with Mad using D’s dick. He had to go with the pull or he’d have pain that didn’t hurt so good or just lose the fucker.
And then Maddox was down on him, pulling him deep into his mouth, fingers fisted around the base yanking him out with each stroke, and there it was.
Christ.
Head falling back, Diesel rolled with the rhythm of one of Mad’s talented blowjobs.
Maddox eventually clamped a hand on his ass to hold him stationary for the draw and release until D could take no more, landed a hand on the back of his neck, curled it around and, with breath hissing through clenched teeth, he shot down his boy’s throat.