This is the peak of a man’s happiness, surely:
My boyfriend, still blissed out from the pounding I just gave him, is sprawled across my pecs. He’s clinging to my hand like a needy brat, practically begging for head scratches, while his tongue teasingly swirls around my nipple.
Of course, this happiness relies entirely on me ignoring the fact that my own ass is still full of Wang Yuqiang’s cum.
My phone buzzes twice on the nightstand. I glance over. It’s him.
“You slut. Just finished a workout. Thinking about how you looked yesterday made me leak.”
Two photos follow. The first is a close-up of his massive cock: a purple-headed monster with beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
The second photo shows a man’s head resting next to that same python, tongue lolling out like an obedient dog. The man is blindfolded, but the sharp jawline is unmistakably handsome, and the glimpse of muscular torso reveals a fit, powerful build.
That man is me.
I squeeze my eyes shut in agony, but my boyfriend lets out a surprised squeal.
“Baby, you’re hard again already? After you just came? You’re an animal!”
I’ve only met Wang Yuqiang nine times. How the hell did things end up like this?
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Wang Yuqiang and I first crossed paths at an orgy.
In the local scene, I have a reputation as a top-tier dom. Partly, it’s the visuals: good face, fit body, and I’m definitely well-endowed. But it’s also my personality; I’m approachable, generous, and treat people with respect. The boys appreciate that, so I’m always shown a lot of love.
Wang Yuqiang is a different beast entirely. He has a weird temper and is arrogant as hell. He isn't classically handsome, but he oozes a sort of rough, thug-like charisma that gets people going. He’s bulkier than me: a total muscle stud: but his legendary status comes down to one thing: the man is an absolute machine.
Let’s compare stats: I’m working with about 6.7 inches in length and a solid girth, and I can easily go for thirty minutes. I’m known for being considerate in bed, a "gentleman top," so guys literally line up for a turn. Wang is even more in demand, but he operates differently. He hosts gangbangs: one top, endless bottoms. He can plow through hole after hole all night and never shoot unless he wants to.
He is notorious for being a ruthless top. He’s packing nearly 7.5 inches, thick as a wrist, and he breaches a bottom’s second ring effortlessly. In fact, that deep spot is exactly where he likes to batter away. Usually, having your second hole punched through is agonizing, but Wang doesn't give a shit. He doesn't slow down for tears or pleas. If anything, I suspect the screams get him off: validation of his sexual dominance. To take his dick, a bottom either needs a lungful of poppers or a hole that’s already been stretched to oblivion. Yet, they still flock to him.
That specific orgy was organized by a buddy of mine. I was in the "talking stage" with my current boyfriend back then, and despite turning down the invite a few times, I eventually caved. Honestly, I love the vibe of group play. With my stats, the moment I walk in, bottoms swarm me. It’s a massive ego trip. I had guys taking turns worshiping me: tongues on my cock, nipples, back, ears. I was lost in it, moaning with pleasure.
Right as I was getting into it, I felt eyes on me.
I locked gazes with a guy across the room. He gave me this wicked, knowing smirk, then turned his attention back to the guy kneeling between his legs, violently skull-fucking him. I asked around later: it was Wang Yuqiang.
I’d heard the stories, of course. Seeing him up close, I took stock of the competition. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, a dusting of hair across his pecs and happy trail giving him a feral, wild look. His cock was buried deep in someone’s throat, so I couldn't see the full length, but the thick base that was visible was alarming enough. The power in his hips as he rutted... it was terrifyingly impressive. A true alpha top.
I watched for a moment longer, then let myself sink back into the attention of the bottoms serving me.
A ripple of hushed excitement moved through the room. "The Yan brothers are here." Twins. Both versatile. Both gorgeous, with bodies to match. They liked to play as a team, which was always a visual feast.
The younger brother spotted me immediately. He dragged his brother over and practically mauled my mouth. It was my first real kiss of the night. I’d played with them before, so I didn't resist. I returned the kiss with equal heat, my hands roaming over his body, finding every sensitive spot I’d memorized from previous encounters. He was already whimpering into my mouth, unable to hold back. I felt a smug satisfaction rise in my chest.
A similar, breathy moan echoed nearby. I glanced over. Wang Yuqiang was working on the older brother.
The older Yan was kneeling by the bed, head lowered towards me, while Wang prepped him from behind, fingers working to open him up. Seeing the action around us picking up, I decided it was time. I whispered in the younger brother's ear, "Did you clean out?"
He nodded. I didn't waste time. I slapped his ass, signaling him to lie back.
I love the sensation of sliding in slow. I’m big, and at the start, the hole is always tight. I could feel every inch of my cock being massaged by his sphincter as I pushed in, the exquisite pressure gliding from my head down to the base. I closed my eyes, savoring the slow invasion. When I opened them again, he was flushed, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He grabbed my hand. "Wait... give me a second."
My heart softened. I leaned down to kiss him, distracting him from the stretch. Hands from the crowd were all over us now, caressing both our bodies. I began to rock my hips slowly. His breathing turned ragged and lusty until he finally couldn't take it anymore. He whispered in my ear, "Fuck me hard, Daddy."
I straightened up and began the assault.
Right next to me, Wang Yuqiang was getting started too. He was lying on his back, the older brother straddling him. Cowgirl is easier for entry; the bottom controls the depth and pace, minimizing pain. The older Yan probably chose it because he knew Wang wasn't the gentle type. I watched as he squatted over Wang, slowly sinking down and lifting up. Wang lay there, hands behind his head, a wicked grin on his face as he watched the older brother ride him, his hips bucking up to meet each thrust.
Noticing my gaze, Wang smirked at me again.
Maybe it was because we were fucking twins, but a strange synergy formed between us. The slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh began to synchronize. Smack. Smack. Smack. The rhythm echoed through the room, the groans of the Yan brothers weaving together into a single melody.
I closed my eyes, emptying my mind, surrendering to the pleasure. I focused on the sensation of the younger brother's wet hole swallowing me whole, then spitting me out. Spasms clamped around my dick, milking me. I love a tight, gripping fuck like this. I couldn't help but let out a low, guttural growl of my own.
A solid ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed. The younger Yan pushed me back, gasping. He wanted to switch positions, to kiss his brother. I opened my eyes and saw the dark, wet patch soaking the front of his briefs. Piss.
"You filthy slut," I chuckled, smacking his ass. "Hurry up and switch."
The brothers knelt facing each other, torsos entangled, presenting their asses to me and Wang. "Daddies... fuck us," they whimpered in unison.
The sight sent a jolt straight to my dick. I shoved into the younger one, hard and fast. Wang matched my brutality. We pounded into them, driving them together with every thrust until their identical faces were mashed against each other, kissing, crying out. It was intoxicating. I started wailing on the younger one's ass, degrading the entire family: calling them shameless whores, begging for cock. They ate it up, screaming for more.
Next to me, Wang had a hand clamped around the older brother's waist. "Is that what you like? Does it feel good getting split open by two huge cocks at the same time?"
As we fucked, Wang and I naturally drifted closer. We’d already found our rhythm, so when we leaned forward, it felt inevitable. Our lips crashed together.
Wang’s kiss was aggressive. The second our mouths connected, his tongue invaded, sweeping through my mouth like he was claiming territory. He tangled his tongue with mine, demanding a response, and I gave as good as I got. Surprisingly, he didn't taste like cigarettes; instead, there was a faint, sweet hint of fruit candy.
Suddenly, his hands were on me too. One pinched my nipple, while the other... caressed my face. The unexpected tenderness sent a shiver through me, nearly making me lose control right then and there. But without his hands bracing him, Wang thrust too hard and knocked the older brother flat onto the bed. The four of us froze.
"Let’s swap," Wang commanded.
He pulled out. It was my first clear look at his dick. Definitely longer than mine, though the girth was similar. But while mine was straight and rigid like a spear, his was... meaty. Thick, veiny, with a slight upward curve that promised trouble.
We switched places. As we passed each other, Wang gave me a playful high-five. Interesting guy.
The brothers felt the same inside: tight, enveloping. But as I sank deep into the older one, I hit no resistance. I slid right through the second ring. My head was instantly swaddled in the warmth of his colon.
"You breached his second hole already?" I asked, surprised.
Wang nodded. "Yeah. It’s looser that way. Took a bit of work at the start to open him up."
I nodded back. One man plants the tree, another enjoys the shade. I love pounding past that second ring too, but usually, in a group setting like this, there isn't enough prep time. I hadn’t bothered with the younger brother. But looking at that extra inch on Wang... yeah, he probably needed the extra depth to really get comfortable.
We kept going until the twins had both cum twice, leaving a puddle of sweat and sex fluids beneath them. They were completely spent, begging for a break.
I was ready to crash too, but Wang Yuqiang strolled over, threw an arm around my shoulder, and asked if I wanted to go double-team someone else. I laughed and shook my head, declining the offer. Instead, I lay back, pulling the younger Yan into my arms for a lazy kiss, while the older one crawled down to clean me off, obediently lapping at the cock I’d just pulled out of his ass.
I hadn’t been lying down long when the sound of frantic flesh-on-flesh impact started up again right in front of me.
Then, Wang’s voice cut through the noise: "Go on. Suck Brother Jian’s dick."
I looked up. Wang was driving into a bottom, steering him toward me like a wheelbarrow. He looked down at me with a grin that was almost... flattering? Like he was offering me a treat. I rolled my eyes but nodded, opening my legs.
The bottom tried to service me, but Wang was pounding him so hard from behind that he could barely keep his head steady. My cock kept slipping in and out of his mouth; the pleasure was less physical and more psychological: watching this mess of a human being used so thoroughly.
I grabbed a handful of the guy’s messy hair, tempted to slap him for the sloppy job, when I finally got a good look at his flushed, distorted face.
It was the guy I’d been talking to. My current boyfriend. Lin Xiu.
Looking back, that was technically my first threesome with Lin Xiu and Wang Yuqiang. It was also the moment I realized just how much of a slut my boyfriend really was. At the time, it didn't bother me. I’m a player myself: I can’t keep it in my pants: so I wanted a relationship that was open, but honest.
Still, possessiveness is a man’s instinct. We want to know what’s ours is ours .
Seeing him like that triggered something ugly in me. I took all that pent-up jealousy and resentment and fucked the hell out of him right there, claiming him completely until he was sobbing my name. We made it official not long after that.
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