The sounds of hard fucking filled the room and echoed off the ceiling: the slapping of skin on skin, animal grunts of exertion and whimpers of pained pleasure.
"That's it, boy," a guttural male voice whispered. "Squeeze my cock tight with that ass. Aww, fuck!" The sound of slapping skin stopped as Jeremy Larsen slammed himself deep one last time and emptied his balls into the tight, virgin ass of his son's 19-year-old friend, Jared.
"Please, Mr. Larsen," Jared moaned. "I didn't come yet. I need -" His voice broke off into another whimper as Jeremy ground his hips against Jared's ass, then pulled his softening cock out inch by inch, a hot trail of cum following and sliding down the inside of Jared's thigh.
"I know what you need, kid," Jeremy said, spreading Jared's ass cheeks wide and watching his asshole pulse as he pushed out, begging for more.
"Hold him open for me," a deep voice, husky with arousal, said from the kitchen doorway. Jeremy turned to grin at his friend Eliot as the other man moved into the room, palming an enormous erection through his jeans.
"You watched?"
"Every fucking thing," Eliot murmured as he walked up behind where Jared was bent over the dining room table, his legs spread wide and his arms stretched over his head, clutching the opposite side of the table with a white-knuckled grip. His athletic shorts and underwear were crumpled on the floor off to the side, his t-shirt rucked halfway up his back to show muscles rippling under a sheen of sweat.
"Who's there?" Jared gasped, trying to turn his head. Jeremy put his hand on the back of the boy's neck and pressed down.
"Eyes forward," he grated. "All you need to know is that there's another hard cock here that needs servicing, Sweet Cheeks." He let go of Jared's neck and his thumbs dug into Jared's ass cheeks and spread him open wider. He smirked at Eliot.
"You worked him over good, my friend," Eliot said, his hot eyes tracing Jared's heaving back and gaping asshole. "Ever since you caught him staring at you in the shower at the gym, you knew he'd be hot for it."
"Damn right he was hot for it," Jeremy said with satisfaction. "You heard him begging for my cock before I could even get it inside him."
Eliot's blunt index finger caught the trail of cum leaking out of Jared's hole and brought it back up to the source, circling hypersensitive nerves before pushing inside.
"Stretched open, slick, and hot," he murmured, "just how I like it." He added another finger to Jared's ass and twisted, scissoring them open and hissing as a glob of spunk oozed out all over his hand. Jared mewled, his fingers tightening even more on the table.
"Fuck but you filled him full, dude."
"He wasn't the only one hot for it," Jeremy grinned as he let go of Jared's ass cheeks and settled against the kitchen island, his jeans gaping open and his semi-hard cock jutting out, glistening with lube and cum. "He wrung me dry."
Eliot pressed up against Jared, his jean-clad thighs pressing into the backs of Jared's.
"Legs open wider, kid," he ordered, one hand pressing down into the small of the kid's back as his other hand unbuttoned his jeans. Jared hesitated, and Eliot impatiently kicked Jared's feet with his until Jared widened his stance, his breathing getting harsher.
Eliot reached inside his now-unbuttoned jeans and straightened his cock from where it was trapped along his thigh, pulling it out and then snugging it into Jared's cleft, his hips starting a slow roll.
"What - what are you doing?" Jared asked in a trembling voice, his voice husky from his cries and shouts of a few minutes before.
"You gonna ask me that, boy?" Eliot said, his tone incredulous. "What I'm gonna do is what I usually do when my hard cock is up against a sweet little hole that's been stretched wide open and pumped full of a hot load. I'm gonna fuck it." With that, he lined up and started to push inside Jared agonizingly slowly, hissing as the stubborn muscles fought him.
"I saw how hard you fucked him, Jere," he grated, moving his hips in little pulses as he worked Jared open, holding the boy's ass cheeks wide and watching as the head of his cock finally breached the tight ring and slipped inside. "And he's still so goddamn tight. Damn, I love virgins."
Jared was moaning, his upper body writhing on the table, his head thrashing back. "Oh, fuck, Mister. Oh, Jesus."
"Breathe deep and push out," Eliot instructed, thrusting relentlessly. "I'm coming inside, and you're gonna take every inch."
He groaned under his breath as Jared complied, pushing out and taking Eliot's cock another inch.
"That's it, kid," Jeremy said, satisfaction and arousal making his voice guttural. "You're gonna get fucked again, so might as well make it easy on yourself."
Eliot's hands went to Jared's hips to steady him, and with a grunt, he shoved the rest of the way in, grinning at Jeremy as the boy under him cried out hoarsely, then gasped, "You're so big, oh, shit."
"Yeah, I am, little virgin," he whispered, his hips circling with short pulsing thrusts.
"That's why my good friend Mr. Larsen always goes first, to stretch tight little holes wide open for me, then shooting a hot load to slick my way."
Eliot pulled halfway out and then shoved forward again, and Jared moaned. Jeremy winked at Eliot.
"Do him hard and fast, dude," he said. "You heard how he begged for it when I fucked him."
"Oh, I'll get there. He'll be feeling me in the back of his throat soon, don't worry." Eliot kept up the slow thrusting, his hands pulling Jared's hips back to meet his, the sound of slapping skin filling the kitchen once again.
"How does it feel, kid," Eliot whispered, "to have a man's hard cock deep inside you, to feel it splitting you open?"
"Oh, oh," Jared whimpered, his teeth gritted together, his head thrashing.
"It's good, isn't it? Feeling a man inside your ass, knowing that he's gonna fuck you hard until he fills you up with a load of hot spunk, a load that you'll feel dripping out of your stretched-open asshole for the rest of the day. Feeling that ache, that twinge, when you try to sit or try to walk. Fuck, yeah, I love virgins!" Eliot's hips snapped back until just the tip of his fat cock remained inside Jared, then pulled the rest of the way out, hissing as the hole gaped open, leaking Jeremy's cum. Eliot rubbed his cock through the mess, then shoved back inside Jared to the hilt.
"Yes, yes, Mister, please," the boy begged, his hips started a circling of his own as he pushed back against the cock splitting him wide.
"That's it, kid. I know you want it," Eliot murmured, his fingers gripping Jared's hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Jared sobbed as Eliot started a relentless rhythm, his thrusts hard and fast, the table legs scraping against the floor as the table was jolted with the force.
Eliot winked at Jeremy and then changed the angle of his next thrust, and Jared reared up, his whole upper body leaving the table, his mouth open in a scream.
"Found it?" Eliot growled as he thrust again, and Jared's voice cracked as he wailed. Eliot thrust again, then held deep, his hand delving between Jared's legs, finding the boy's erection and squeezing the plump head, gathering slick fluid up onto his fingers and holding them out for Jeremy to see. He then brought his glistening fingers to Jared's mouth and rubbed them over the boy's nose and parted lips.
"Smell it. Taste it," Eliot hissed. "That shows me how much you love to be fucked." Jared opened his mouth on a gasp and Eliot shoved his fingers deep inside, rubbing the fluid over Jared's tongue as his hips started the brutal fucking again. Jared sucked wildly on Eliot's fingers as he moaned, pushing back.
Eliot kept up the same thrusting angle, pounding Jared's prostate ruthlessly, and Jared's hoarse cries and whimpers almost drowned out the sound of slapping skin.
