"Fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me..."
John happily obliged Liam's request, slamming the entire length of his hard cock into the younger man's asshole as Liam continued begging for more, his ass up in the air, his face pressed against the sheets.
John watched as Liam's ass practically sucked his cock, holding it tightly with each stroke out, then pulling him back in again. It milked the length of his cock, as if trying to coax the cum out of John's balls.
"Oh, fuck," he said as he let his cock head slip out of the boy's ass, which gaped beautifully, winking at him. He was on the verge of shooting his load and he had to pull out just to give himself a break.
Liam disagreed with this move, evidently, because he wheeled around and grabbed John's cock and shoved it into his mouth. He slobbered all over it, slurping up one side and down the other and coating it with spit.
"Oh, fuck," John said again, straining to hold his cum inside. "You like that cock, bitch?"
"Oh, yeah, daddy," Liam said. He slurped his spit off of John's shaft. "Put it back in my ass." He lay down on his back and pulled his legs up to his chest.
John lay down and pressed his body against Liam. They kissed hard and John grabbed his cock, sliding the head over Liam's exposed ass crack until he found the sloppy, lubed hole. He pushed his way inside, impaling Liam deeply. Liam's ass happily welcomed John's member as Liam reached between their bodies to jerk himself wildly.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck me daddy, fuck me," he groaned as John began slamming the length of his dick into Liam with the full force of his body weight.
"You gonna cum, you little faggot?" John was almost barking at Liam. "You gonna cum from my cock up your tight little ass?"
"Oh, yeah, daddy, make me fucking cum...oh fuck...I'm gonna cum..."
John felt a hot, sticky glob hit him on the chest and drip off as Liam's face twisted into a mask of pleasure.
"Oh fuck," John grunted. His cock began jumping, only held in place by Liam's tightly gripping asshole, while globs of hot cum spewed forth from the head. "Oh shit... fuck," John groaned, "take all that fucking cum, you little faggot." His legs felt like they were about to give way underneath him as the pleasure washed over his body in waves, extending up from the tip of his cock, through the shaft and up into his guts before radiating outward.
He pulled out to watch the last drips leak out from his cock head and dribble onto Liam's balls and drip down to his winking asshole. "Oh fuck I needed that," he practically spat the words out before falling over onto the bed.
"You really did, huh?" Liam said, having himself collapsed onto his side, still catching his breath.
John ran his hands through his own sweaty hair. "Oh my god, yes," he said. His breathing echoed heavily in his own ears.
"Sorry I kept you waiting," Liam said. "Do you think we have enough time for another round?"
John turned his head to look at the boy's smiling face. "They're your friends," he said. "You'd know better than I do whether they'll even be ready by now. But in my experience with women, they won't be."
"Oh, of course they won't," Liam said. He reached over and put a hand on John's sweaty chest. "But that doesn't mean they won't mind. I guess this guy's just going to have to wait until later tonight." He quickly slid his hand across John's stomach and down to his crotch, taking hold of his still cum-coated dick.
"What about your
guy
?" John asked. "You think it can wait that long?"
"If you promise to fuck me like that again later you don't have to worry about my
guy
at all," Liam answered. "It'll take care of itself."
"Alright, well, I guess I'd better grab a quick shower," John said. "Give the girls an ETA for us to pick them up?"
"Sure thing, daddy," Liam said. He rolled over and began searching for his phone. It was certainly in one of his pockets, but the jeans that pocket was in were thrown haphazardly across the room. They had not had time for more orderly undressing, as they had begun their recently ended fuck session essentially as soon as they had arrived at John's place, leaving clothing strewn everywhere along the path from front door to bed.
The plan had been to pick up Liam and then the girls from there, but Liam had been quite persuasive in arguing that they had enough time for a much-needed stop at John's place first, having begun massaging John's cock through his jeans while the car was still moving. At the time, keeping the girls waiting had seemed a distant secondary concern.
When John stepped out of the bathroom, freshly if hurriedly showered, he found Liam in the same spot on the bed, in the same state of undress, messing with his phone. "How are preparations with the girls going?" John asked.
"Oh, fine, I guess," Liam answered without looking up from the phone. "Zoe said to take our time fucking, for what its worth. Just texting with Ethan."
John chuckled. "What's Ethan up to?"
"We're just planning that foursome," Liam answered. He put the phone down and sat up. "It turns out that the logistics of group sex become increasingly difficult the more members you add."
"Ah, scheduling, I see," John tried to remain cool while his cock nearly jumped to attention at just the thought. The threesome he and Liam had had with Ethan had been an incredible experience, and the thought of adding another guy to the mix had kept John occupied in his idle time since. Ethan had a boyfriend who would probably be up for it, although John had not heard personally from the kid since. Evidently this was due to Liam handling things.
Probably easier for these two to handle it; they seem to operate on the same frequency. Almost surprised they don't just organize it with telepathy.
"Have you met his boyfriend yet?"
"Not yet," Liam answered. "Just seen pictures. They're a very cute couple."
"I see," said John.
"Do you want to see?"
"Sure," John answered as he began the process of dressing.
"Too bad," Liam teased. "I have to go take a shower. Somebody got me all sweaty."
John rolled his eyes as Liam headed to the bathroom.
...
It turned out that the girls were, as predicted, still not ready to go by the time John and Liam arrived at the motel. Other than Nat, that was. Nat was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently for the other two as she alternately toyed with her phone and silently evaluated her friends' progress with a look somewhere between amusement and annoyance.
She had changed into something that brought to John's mind an anime character: what looked to be a tube top under a sort of jacket that he hoped would not be stifling in the residual summer heat of evening, as well as sneakers and some kind of tight pants. He was not complaining about the outfit, just amused by it as the type of guy who wore little else besides jeans and a t-shirt or, in this weather, cargo shorts and a t-shirt. It had been essentially his non-work uniform for decades.
Chloe had ditched her jeans and casual top for a blue dress that hugged her form in a way that made John jealous. She had been fiddling with her hair, evidently unable to decide how to wear it, in the small mirror in the motel bathroom when they had arrived and this had continued unabated every time he periodically glanced into the small bathroom to check her progress.
These little checks came largely as a result of trying to pry his eyes off Zoe, who was facing a similar predicament of indecision, except hers was on a more global scale, as she kept moving between the main room, with its two beds, littered with clothing, accessories, make-up and other accoutrements that John was unsure the purpose of, and the small bathroom, where she would press herself up against Chloe to get a partial view of herself, while changing clothes. this process of course entailed her stripping down to her bra and panties multiple times, which John was beginning to suspect might be a substantial part of why she was doing it.
"How do I look?" she asked Liam, who had been standing beside John and paying far more attention to his phone than the goings-on around him. She seemed to have settled on a tight black shirt, albeit one thatJohn could tell was different from the previous day's, as this one featured a small pink skull, and a black skirt which John was almost certain he had seen her change into and out of at least twice since arriving.
"Beautiful as always," Liam responded without looking up from his phone to check.
She scowled. "Oh yeah, what color are my pants?"
