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"There's just no fucking way," Teddy had to allow himself the brief moment of astonishment. If he got drunk enough later, he'd ask Brick to let him weigh it on a scale. Cock-hungry eyes lilted up to meet Brick's steady gaze as he turned his attention back on relaxing every muscle in the man's body with the work of his mouth and tongue, alone.
Teddy groaned at the taste, that rich, manly musk that seemed exclusive to frat boy meatheads. He lapped at the glob of pre-cum, flicking his tongue across Brick's slit, getting all he could from him before continuing his journey down south. Every inch or two, he'd bring his lips back up just to suckle on the head some more.
⚾ ⸻ Turns out there was indeed a fucking way. Thickness did little to hamper the progress of his little frat brother's generous affections laid across the length and girth of his cockmeat. Upon occasion Brick would glance up while stifling a groan; catching some other frat brother or student roaming into the kitchen area and stepping behind the island. Curious gazes soon focused on the lurid spectacle of the young man's lips wrapped wide around his girth.
“Don't worry,” Brick called out over the heavy thrum of music, jerking down his thumb towards Teddy below. "I'm helping him with a role.”
@beefache asked: [ dark corner + reverse ] for randy from jacob c.
Punks who wanted to get in without being on the list were a dime a dozen when you had to guard the entrance to the most exclusive of parties. Fake IDs, forged invitations, hundred dollar bills flashed in front of his face. Randy had seen it all, and then some. And it wasn't like sexual favors weren't tossed at him constantly, but Jacob had sung a different tune.
Where most saw Randy for the giant burly men he was, Jacob had seen some of his truth. His remarks had been whispered, where others usually screamed them. His offer was just a simple though. I'll let you blow me. This perplexed Randy, but in being seen, Randy felt intrigued.
"Beat it, kid." Randy barked it loud enough for the other bouncer to hear, dismissing Jacob's offer the same way he'd dismissed all the others that night, but slipped him a wink, quick and private, before the words had finished landing. Then he muttered something to his partner about needing a piss and a smoke, and stepped away from the door.
He didn't go far. Around the corner, into the alley. The damp dark settled around him and he let himself breathe differently here. Looser, slower. More himself.
When Jacob appeared at the alley's mouth, Randy looked him over without hurry. Eyes dragging down, pausing where they wanted to. He took a pull from his cigarette, let the smoke sit in his lungs a moment.
"Let's see it, then." He exhaled, and waited.
🧢 ⸻ Jacob had never been the sort of person to do this.
He was never the sort to wander out in the middle of the night on his own with the full intention of knocking back some drinks and scoring some pussy.
Except. . . yeah. . . Jacob had been roaming narrow streets looking for the name of some semi-decent establishment he half-remembered from a text he had recieved from a frat brother beckoning for his presence.
He was never the sort to imbibe in some drinks before a night out.
Except. . . yeah. . . the taste of cheap liquor still lingered on his tongue. Being both late and the last to arrive, Jacob wanted to catch up with his drunken friends without wasting his money on copious amounts of over-expensive boozee.
He was never the sort to tell some stranger to blow him.
Except. . . yeah. . . of fucking course he was. Not that such a challenge had ever been close to successful before; half expecting to be dragging himself home with a busted eye and a bruised ego after provoking a bouncer who was looking close to twice his height. Colour Jacob nothing short of surprised when he is instead following on after the imposing figure away from the glow of neon signs and into shadowed alleys with more than a little swagger in his stride.
“Huh?” he asked, momentarily occupied with throwing a cautionary glancee back over his shoulder. “Oh. Right, yeah.”
His bulge was nothing short of obscene and obvious. For a few moments clumsy fingers attempted unbuckling his belt and undoing the button of his trousers before Jacob gave up the whole shitshow and lowered everything with one deliberate shove southward. Down far enough to free the fat throbbing slab of fuckmeat, letting his oversized member flop out into the crisp nightime air. It was a lititle difficult to determine whether Jacob was entirely hard at a glance due to the way the weight of his cock was dragging the whole shaft down towards the wet cement.
“So. . . what d'ya think, big. . . biggest guy?”
HENRY CAVILL as SID
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The two could smell Jacob's scent throughout all the others, but it wasn't until the water was on that they knew which cubicle to go to. Daniel walked forward first before pulling the curtain to the side and leaning against the wall. Frank came to view and leaned on the other side of the opening.
"Pissing all by yourself, handsome?" teased Frank in a fake country voice like that video Jacob showed them. It was such an out of place line that even Daniel made a face before snorting. Frank liked being sexy, but he also knew how important it was to just be silly when he felt Jacob was feeling human.
"That's the first thing you come up with? You're letting Jacob ruin your brain," teased Daniel before stepping in and joining Jacob under the water. "Damn, this has decent pressure," he muttered as he let the water hit his shoulders. Maybe two guys could have fit, but with all three it was a tight fit that only had room if a certain human were to get on his knees.
🧢 ⸻ It took them a little longer to find him then expected, but the locker room was rife with potent and lingering aromas from bodies that even Jacob could sniff out. The moment they discovered his shower their arrival was obvious enough from a line delivered that had Jacob snorting in barely contained humour - undoubtedly breaking that one out often at both Frank and Daniel's expense.
“Only fair I-” Body bumps against him. “-get to-” Another body, another bump. “-ruin something." He might have made room if they had given him a chance before bracing against him and the shower wall.
“Eating Ass" (...Listen it's either Drake finally getting that lil shit of a wolf bent over or I guessss Jacob C from your choice of my werewolves)
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💢 ⸻ it was never going to happen. aiden had been certain until he found himself squatting low over the face of his least favourite bloodsucker; attempting to ignore the sensation of the tongue tasting the sweat spread across his taint. a tongue lithe and lively licking up each drop to leave a lurid lacquer of saliva leftover. hands balled tight into fists resting firm upon his knees as aiden neglected to - no, refused to - administer any amount of physical affection to the fat and throbbing treacherous length between his muscular thighs. if drake proved himself even half as talented as he insisted then he would need no amount of self-satisfying self-servicing from from aiden stroking his pre-nut sloppy length of fuck meat.
aiden didn't love how ooey and gooey his cockhead had become since he lost the shorts and popped a squat over drake. the torturous teasing of his pucker provoked the occasional squirt shot of thick and sloppy precursory nut-sludge to drip down onto drake's plush pectorals.
course aiden couldn't have redirected his cock to make his unwanted pleasure a little less noticable. there were rules that needed to be followed even if those rules were currently tongue-fucking his pretty pucker something serious. no hands. not from drake. not from aiden. nothing but tongue lapping up against his hole - though aiden did prove at least a little pliant. pliant enough to let the lecherous hole-sucking vamp get his mitts up and on aiden's thick cheeks, forcibly spreading the considerable heft of the omega wolf's rump to expose the dusky hole hidden inbetween. meant aiden didn't have to constantly reach under himself and pry himself apart to give drake something to french.
ridiculous he is walking around with that much ass and refuses to share.
“ah. fu- fuck it.” finally he reached his limit. not the climax-kind despite drake's best efforts at getting his perverse mouth muscle up inside aiden's inexperienced guts. no, instead he decided to stop hovering up and instead dropped his weight down onto that handsome mug. “not like you need to breathe.”
What dnd class and subclass would your boys pick for themselves if they got handed a dice bag and a character sheet?
aiden steiner (barbarian / beast)
💢 ⸻ not the sort to participate in a game of his own accord. rather aiden attends the table because ethan is at the table, and ethan is at the table because his boyfriend - danny, possibly - is at the table. also said boyfriend is flopping around some fat nerd cock.
wouuld not produce his own character, but won't be happy with some pre-generated bitch either. tells whoever makes his character to come up with something tough. rarely engages with the game beyond the combat; unless some npc proves audacious enough to make his characer look like a bitch.
beaumont hale (ranger / beast master)
🍑 ⸻ attends the table because of his beloved grandson's recent obsession inherited from scott & stiles. almost makes some cool - if stereotypical - grizzled and badass hunter-type ranger until eli points out the irony in a werewolf wanting to play a hunter. leaves a bad taste in beau's mouth and encouragrs him to switch over to the beast master subclass - not wanting to cast aside all their efforts.
makes both the game sessions and the plotlines drag on for hours due to wanting to interact with each and every npc they come across regardless of station or alignment.
brick becker (paladin / oath of glory)
⚾ ⸻ seems natural the frat hosts a bi-weekly d&d night - something a little quieter, but no less intense, than the raging house parties. brick presents himself as a humble enough young man and that aspect is refleced in the character he wrote - a salt of the earth commoner turned adventurer who spends too much of his efforts and downtime both learning and mastering as many of the tools the dm will allow.
masonry. carpentry. blacksmithing. tinkering. the artificer class has been suggested, but brick doesn't have much taste for spellcasting. barely touches the paladin's spells.
chet clancy (sorcerer / draconic bloodline)
🏺 ⸻ little doubt these sessions began as a foolproof method in luring delicious nerd dick to the frat. but chet has been around for a while and been roped into his fair share of campaigns across multiple editions; not that he can ever remember the rules and needs constant reminders for which dice is used for which roll (hint: almost always the twenty-sided die).
chet always plays a subclass with dragon in the name. despite being of a divine origin himself and struggling to understand the spellcasting system, nothing is more impressive to him than dragons.
conner kent
✊🏻 ⸻ difficult to come up with one class and subclass when conner tends to play as multiple per character. originally invited to participate at the titan table and devoured all of garfield's source books over the course of an hour in preparation for the campaign.
something about the game just clicks inside that big dumb brain of his and - despite having no experience in the game - conner is dishing out the most ridiculous multi-class mashups possible. confusing combinations that seem to work well without being overbearing and obtuse. as garfield drilled into him - first rule is to have fun.
derek hale (rogue / assassin)
🐺 ⸻ first time derek attends a table is when he is invited to a pack bonding night without realising most of the werewolves he deals with are a bunch of moronic morons. at least scott & stiles have the decency to pre-prepare a character sheet for him and derek doesn't entirely hate the rogue who sneaks from the shadows and takes down threats before they even know he is there.
note that his character is some grizzled, dark-haired, darker-eyed wolf-shifter with an intimidating expression and so much body hair he looks like a walking shrubbery. named dirk hill.
diego hargreeves (ranger & rogue / gloomstalker & assassin)
🔪 ⸻ few places across the timeline more chaotic than a d&d table shared between hargreeves siblings. many iterations of the table shared and existing across timelines and dimensions involving an influx of players from academies umbrella, sparrow, pheonix and more.
current table?
luther. alphonso. christopher. sloane. klaus. fei.
no doubt diego plays some broken-ass multi-class hybrid with high damage output that should make an embarrassment of most encounters. shame his abilities with thrown weapons do not seem to extend to the roll of the dice since diego struggles to ever roll higher than a five.
emmett cullen (bard / valour)
💪🏻 ⸻ bard. next muse!
emmett does seem the sort to hear the reputation of bards in game and desire to embrace such a reputation to the fullest. his character is fighting monsters and fucking them in orifices you've never even heard of much to the chagrin of edward - who emmett dragged along for the ride.
no doubt he has some levels in barbarian or fighter or he has taken the tavern brawler feat. spellcasting likely doesn't interest him much unless it assists in having his bard throw hands with whoever the party is fighting. high strength bard-barian.
ethan steiner (warlock / undying)
💕 ⸻ the things ethan does for some decent nerd dicking.
ethan pretends he isn't invested in the game, but then something provokes the more cunning side of him and suddenly he is setting up tricks and traps to send the dm on an unexpected backfoot. undying wasn't his first choice of subclass, but the moment someone told him no one uses that ethan locked in.
he has a taste for the less played and mechanically poor subclasses that don't often see the light of day by the more experienced players. brings out the best in the underdogs.
garfield logan (druid / shepherd)
💚 ⸻ the resident dm at the titan table does not often have the chance to perform as a player. but in the rare instances that he can, it seems natural that garfield's fallback is a druid. the moon subclass seems too simple for his talents and experience; instead he takes on the shepherd subclass with a serious focus on summoning and overwhelming enemies with legions of weasels, rats, bats, cats, gnats and geese. overwhelms the enemies, but never overwhelms the dm.
and of course garfield turns into each and every animal his druid summons or wildshapes into.
hank mccoy / beast (artificer / battlesmith)
💙 ⸻ has been both dungeon master-ing and playing in these games since he was a founding member of the x-men. these days it is a rarer occurence for hank to participate at one of the numerous campaigns running throughout the academy - who has the time - but when he does he shows an expected preference for the artificer class (momentarily replacing his prevalent preference for wizards).
battlesmith. games feel too slow if hank does not split his attention between multiple units - needing to approach the encounters like a game of chess rather than a mess of chance.
hank mccoy / jock (fighter / battlemaster)
🩵 ⸻ hank may have engaged in the occasional game before moving to the academy and leaving the more populated student body of his high school. with a developed tendency to hide his intelligence from others, hank tended to take on the more simple class and subclass combinations, though unable to keep himself from tackling the sheer versatility of the battlemaster… or era appropriate class.
no doubt hank would come to tackle the wizard class and other more complicated builds once he makes the transfer to a new five person table being run by a certain snowman.
henry mccoy (artificer / alchemist)
🧬 ⸻ fresh faced from he clone goo; henry finds himself caught in between both hank personas. shame it is a mental state as there are worse places to be physically.
the simple fighter versus the complex wizard. hank may instead follow in the oversized footsteps of his older original self and take an interest in the artificer and the subclasses. preferring to engage with the chaos and randomness of the alchemist subclass unless a certain metallic avenger is present at the table; then henry amuses himself with the armourer subclass and his newest original character - stony tark.
hendrik olowe-munroe (sorcerer / wild magic)
☀️ ⸻ embrace the chaos. hendrik does not play with the intention of disprupting the game - whether it be at home, among friends or in the frat - but there comes a level of amusement when he rolls against the wild magic table. mutli-class with wild magic barbarian and throw in a deck of many things and hendrik is a happy man, throwing his player into the hands of random chance for better or for worse.
sometimes he turns into a sheep.
sometimes he's covered in grease.
sometimes fireball.
it can be a game-maker or a game- breaker.
ian gallgher (fighter / champion)
🚑 ⸻ not his first, second or even tenth preference for passing the time. not something that would make it into the gallagher household; more an occasion ian was invited to in an effort to expand his social circle. small chance he mistook the abbreviation for some sort of sex thing. imagine both his relief and disappointment.
doubtful mickey would attend.
while ian himself would be a cleric or ranger, the class and subclass he plays would prove much more simplistic. the fighter. the rogue. the barbarian. not needing to wrap his head around the complications of spellcasting.
ishmael olowe (monk / shadow)
🧭 ⸻ never a huge fan of weapons - be them melee, ranged or modern - the monk class seemed the natural choice for ishmael after he was strong-armed into a game. hendrik seems to know his old man well enough to throw around some buzz words like co-operative, creative and crustaceous.
ishmael isn't entirely sure hendrik knew the meaning of the last one since he is yet to encounter a single crab.
monk. shadow-monk. popping out of shadows and chopping magic users in the throat any time they try and cast a spell. never cared much for magic either.
jacob black (ranger / monster-slayer)
🔧 ⸻ it does not seem like jacob's cup of tea, but the promise of a campaign devoted to the slaying of blood-sucking leeches proves effective. no one told him emmett would be in attendence. not that it stops jacob from making glaring eye-contact across the table each and every time his character takes down another vampire spawn - often at the cost of the vast majority of his own hit points.
monster-slayer ranger. no doubt. built entirely around targetting and taking down the undead. also devoted to protecting the innocent, but his approach implies it's a happy byproduct.
jacob custos (barbarian / giant)
🧢 ⸻ jacob had heard a something about a late night activity occuring after the campers retired to their cabins. course jacob invited himself along. more than a little disappointed to discover the other counsellors sneaking off to the radio shack - thank dylan for the key - to play a little homebrew game run by their host.
and now jacob has to play because a) he doesn't want to be left out, and b) he needs to sit down before anyone notices his potential-boner.
giant barbarian, because dylan thinks jacob is the only regular-sized man with a short-man complex.
jake puckerman (fighter / arcane archer)
🖕🏾 ⸻ alright, glee club. this week's assignment is dungeons-
no, that isn't how it happens. instead it's started among the new generation of club members to keep a little un-glee related thing they can bond over and not have everything related to singing. they are one riff away from banning bards. not jake's typical hobby, but a good excuse to bond with his new friends.
wrote up a character exact same paladin build as ryder (accidental) - not enough black knights out there. but he makes the swap over to arcane archer. close quarters shooter and rooter.
kingston olowe (wizard / divination)
🎱 ⸻ one of the numerous pies kingston has his fingers in. started as a way to waste the time and a placeholder commitement to help him avoid dealing with familial affairs, but slowly became something he almost looked forward to. tends to prefer spellcasters overall, but also avoids warlock due to the class and subclasses hitting a little too close to home.
instead he leans into divination wizards because a) it reminds him of when he started out with book learning hedge spells, and b) few pleasures in the game greater that throwing out a portent roll.
matthias munroe (barbarian / berserker)
🪓 ⸻ something he would never have even known about if it wasn't for his nephew's unwanted intervention. unsociable as he may be, there were very few things matthias wouldn't do for his nephews (except for kingston). doesn't like the game much and zones out half the time, but does seem to earnestly take satisfaction in his victories.
asks a lot of questions that have already been answered. works best as the big heavy hitter tank of the party who can stand tall and hit hard. starts encounters to fuck with his brother's character if winston is present.
moose mason (fighter / champion)
🫎 ⸻ hope that a game of dungeons and dragons is received better than one of gryphons and gargoyles. moose isn't too sure why he was invited to play some nerdish game, but he is kind enough to sit on his chair and pretend that he is taking in any amount of information as his character sheet is being slid in front of him.
archie explained it better than dilton had. roll big numbers, produce big results. helps to keep it simple and few combinations are simpler than human champion fighter with big heavy hammer for stoving skulls.
piotr rasputin (paladin / redemption)
🦾 ⸻ little surprise that protectiveness and a preference for passivity extends into the realm of collaborative creative fiction. noble knight of the realm standing tall at the table - piotr has little trouble throwing himself into the character work when playing alongside kurt who always dons the role of the swashbuckling rogue (freebie). and it is impressive to see how many encounters can be prevented by one hero with a willingness to listen and negotiate.
it helps that the dungeon master gets to watch those handsome, heavy brows knit together whenever piotr attempts to form a convincing argument.
scott howl (druid / moon)
🏈 ⸻ more likely scott would be playing something like households and humans rather than some high fantasy epic featuring a whole bunch of his friends in various forms. but scott isn't difficult to convince to engage in something a little mocking - though don't expect him to think too hard on a character that differs from himself.
druid? eh. magic guy who turns into wolf and has the word moon in the subclass? instant hit.
now if someone at the table could keep him from attempting to snack on his dice. if not food, then why bite sized?
scott mccall (cleric / peace)
🌑 ⸻ should not be much of a shocker that scott defaults into the role of the party healer. doesn't seem to matter much which class he chooses, whether through subclass, feats or multi-classing scott has some manner of healing prepared to take care of his fellow adventurers. not that he also isn't willing to throw himself into the fray - rocking a hero with some decent armour, a heavy weapon and a tendency to tackle the biggest threat on the field and get his character sheet framed in the latest line of those killed by stiles' brutal dming.
tyson jackson (artificer / artillerist)
👁️ ⸻ sometimes it is best to play what you know. tyson isn't complicated.
some may use the opportunity to flirt with concepts they themselves will never approach in reality - the game having elements of much they can see or become in their quests. but tyson enjoys focusing in on what he can already do on a different scale. a cyclops (homebrew) hero named tyson with a flare for inventions, often ignoring much of the class' spellcasting and abilities to instead focus on a vast catagogue of magic items he can build and provide to his fellow adventures.
winston munroe (bard / eloquence)
🏆 ⸻ unlike emmett above, winston does not know about the reputation of bards throughout the community and beyond. what attracted him to the character instead was the concept of inspiring his allies and helping foster their performance during the game - like a coach. content to sit on the sidelines while others took the spotlight and he could support them with spells half-remembered and poorly cast.
eloquence was the pick of the litter. silver tongue and communication. sort of inspired by his husband of all things, much to ishmael's very subtle embarrassment. winston didn't mind a chance to fluster.
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most to least likely: to use a golf club as a stripper pole/sex toy to put on a show for someone(s)
meme found here.
s rank - from the grip, down the shaft, there's a golf club sticking out his ass.
chet. beaumont. not pictured (emmett)
otherwise known as the ‘man suspiciously shaped like a golf club’ tier.
a rank ‣ ‣ just the head, to see if he can (wedging in the wedge).
scott h. jacob c. not pictured (conner)
type of man to be entranced by the bulbous head of a driver and wonder how deep he can drive it home. special mention to scott howl who can make it wag like a tail.
b rank ‣ ‣ just the tip (a bet's a bet).
ethan. scott m. not pictured (brick / diego)
seems an easy enough task to take and who wouldn't be a little curious of burying that thick metal pole up in their puckered hole. we say just the tip, but when they stop is anyone's guess.
c rank ‣ ‣ yeah, it'll fit… in you!
aiden. ian. not pictured (jake / kingston / matthias)
omae wa mou shindeiru.
seems like a fun little bet among buds until said buds are the ones bent over a golf cart with the shaft of a golf club stirring up their guts as they're taking pole up their hole with little more lube that golf-pants induced sweat and whatever saliva their bro can be bothered to spare.
d rank ‣ ‣ look! it's my dick!
garfield. hendrik. not pictured (moose)
look! it's their dicks! you know the gag. golf club wedged between their thighs - maybe with that golf club poking up against their taint a little harder than necessary - as they're waving the pole around like some oversized pseudo-phallus.
e rank ‣ ‣ penetrations of perverse proportions. . . in privacy.
hank (beast). winston. not pictured (derek)
they would never debase themselves by doing something so perverse and demeaning in the middle of a golf course. but now the idea is floating around in the back of their mind refusing to be ignored and all it takes is the privacy of a equipment shed, bathroom stall or particularly thick shrubbery for them to be landing themselves from any tier from s to b.
f rank ‣ ‣ golf clubs are for golf!
piotr. henry. not pictured (ishmael / hank (jock) jacob b. tyson)
what could possibly be getting you this aroused at golf? now focus grip your shaft, stare at your balls, focus on your stroke game and try and shoot it right into that tight hole.
Wet Dream: Winston dressed in sexy lingerie with enhanced muscles, brings Manny, his Husband, coffee and sits on Manny's lap before squirting milk into the cup. Then Manny sips on his coffee with one hand and the other hand is fingering Winston. Winston tries to keep his moans in while he holds the paper for Manny to read.
meme found here.
🏆 ⸻ winston had not known embarrassment such as this existed on an unconscious level beyond the stereotypical slumberous episodes of stepping into the surreal semblance of a classroom from decades past wearing nothing more than the smile on his face. body bared to a bevy of half-remembered faces bubbling with laughter at his expense. and these were dreams that only ever seemed to advance with his age - trading out classrooms for football fields and barely recalled classmates for bleachers filled with voyeuristic vagrants. but never with a lick of clothing.
now winston would almost prefer the lack of clothing. few items would prove as demeaning and degrading as the tight-fitting lacework binding and baring his beef-laden build; the softest silken spider-webbing of the subtlest shade of pink paling in comparison to the reddening across his cheeks. dressed and never feeling more naked as he parades through the kitchen with every uncertain step circling around his beloved husband watching with a piercing gaze.
insult turns to injury once his sleep-addled come to the eventual realisation that the man seated in front of him is not his husband - not the husband he knows from the waking world - but rather instead he finds himself devoted to the young friend of his youngest son.
but his husband's change of identity and undeniable youth does little to stop the moans from rippling through winston. fingers crinkling into the edges of a paper he can barely hold straight, his husband's hands otherwise occupied as thick fingers dig their way beneath the thinnest layer of lewd linens possible to pry and prod at his wet, throbbing pucker. panting in both levels of his own personal reality as his mind forces him to endure fabricated sensations of his hole being stretched around intrusive fingers - already welcoming more than one to begin with due to an undeniable arousal flowing through him the deeper he delves into this embarrassing fantasy.
far from the model of masculinity he presents himself to be amongst others. far more feminine now that he has his cunt quivering as it is being pried apart; body hair covering his ample bosom slick with sweat as heavy droplets of thick creamy liquid are milked into his husband's morning coffee. a little pick-him-up before winston gets knock-him-upped.
2 / 5 confused and/or uncomfortably aroused.
"Jesus, dude, how many holes have you fucking wrecked with this thing?" Teddy stared up at his brother in wide-eyed astonishment. "And how can I be the next one?" Sure, he'd heard the rumors that circulated like wildfire. But, rumors were so often inflammatory, fun gossip that shifted with each telling. Teddy lifted Brick's solid cock in his hand. Heavy. So, the rumors were true. The throngs of people around them practically disappeared from his mind as Teddy brought his lips around the head of his bro's cock.
Teddy nodding enthusiastically, humming around the beginning inches on Brick, the distinct taste of man musk and salt on his tongue.
⚾ ⸻ Brick did not believe he was as impressively endowed as some of the frat brothers who were walking around with weapons of ass destruction in their pants. Still the heft and thickness of his member was considerable enough to weight heavy in Teddy's open palm, surrendering his meat for his frat brother's overdue enjoyment.
“I'm too much of a gentleman to keep track,” he joked, fingers gripping the bench top when he felt his cockhead slip past soft lips. Never fails to get a rise out of him, easily provoking a thick dollop of pre-cum oozing out onto Teddy's tongue.
DANIEL DIEMER as TYSON PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS (2023-)
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Ethan would've never guessed that this was how today would end up going. He never could've anticipated that Aiden would somehow be worshipping him instead of the other way around. He happily melted back into the bed and allowed his hips to gently thrust up into his brother's wet mouth. He could feel himself practically gushing at this point as Aiden worked him over. His hands were glued to the back of Aiden's head as he gently clutched onto him. He knew better than to try and take control, but he needed something to keep him grounded and Aiden's short hair was doing the job for right now. "Fuck, I love you, Aiden. Oh holy shit, that tongue. It's so fucking thick. Shit, feels amazing inside of me. Never fucking stop, man. God, you're so good at that." He was panting now, his body practically heaving for every breath as he felt his brother devouring him.
He felt Aiden's arms wrap around his legs and then suddenly his face was smashed all the way in his cunt and he let out a squealing moan. "Oh fuck! Aiden!" He could feel his nose nuzzling at his clit every once in a while as he kept slurping away at him, unable to resist the fresh gush of slick coating his brother's face. His hands were scrabbling at Aiden's broad shoulders, small little moans falling past his lips at a constant pace now as he felt that tongue working him over. "Shit, you're too good at that. Don't know if I can last much longer. Fuck, how do you always play me like a fiddle? You know exactly how to make me....fuck...FUCK!" He forced his eyes open to stare down at Aiden as his hips kept writhing. "Please never stop, big bro. Oh fuck...I'm so close. Please...please make me cum...Want to see your face dripping in my juices. Oh shit...Please, Aiden..."
💢 ⸻ Aiden does not need much encouragement to continue eating out his brother's sloppy cunt, but every pathetic pleasure-chasing word does earn Ethan a more vigorous flexing of the lithe muscle delving deep within him. The longer Aiden tongue that cunt the more he is met with thick and rich slick pouring into his open mouth, forcing him to drink down the salacious liquid in an effort to keep himself from drowning. Whatever he is unable to swallow down ends up dripping down his chin and spilling onto his bedding below, a once small puddle of arousal growing with every other moment as his brother leaks like a bitch in heat on the full moon. He cannot prevent himself from withdrawing his tongue completely, only to smack it down across his brother's drenched cunt to feel the perverse splattering of his juices across his face and chest. But he can never keep himself from diving back into that cunt for more than a few moments.
The few times he can manage to pull himself away he instead busies himself with sucking and tonguing his brother's over-sensitive clit. While he does favour focusing on the hole itself for a tongue-heavy assault and a slow and torturous burn, there is something to be enjoyed about the way attacking that clit has his brother come apart against his mouth. He returns to drilling his tongue into his brother's folds, body rocking forward against the bed to make his face grind down against the cunt and clit both, rutting against his brother and pushing the bed up against the wall as he fucked his tongue the deepest he could manage into his brother's gushing wet pussy.
"It can be whatever you want it to be, man. You and I know both you aren't exactly riding in style." He tried to get the man to rethink his purchase of that piece of junk on wheels, but Gallagher was insistent, so he let him do what it was he wanted. Anyone could be able to tell the vehicle was on its last legs. How it managed to even last this long was a miracle in and of itself. The whole reason he even brought him into the fold was to get him some extra scratch on hand but......
At the other's declaration, he couldn't help but get a good chuckle out of it. Ian was always so distrusting of him for no good solid reason. No matter what he might think of the man, he'd never lied to him or backstabbed him. He was just a little unsavory from time to time. He never claimed to be everyone's cup of tea, after all. "I can't make you do anything you don't want to. If my best bro wants to break my heart into a million tiny pieces, I can't stop you." He even pouted and wiped some fake tears.
🚑 ⸻ Ian turned once more with the most beleaguered groan he could muster. He maintained the impression that between the view of his latest financial loss being carted out of the ring and the irritating expressions of Harry fucking Benton, Ian preferred the former. Sometimes he did wonder what about his hostile and demeaning behaviour towards the other man was misconstrued as endearing enough to invite his attentions and affections. Not that Ian was doing much to dissuade the unwanted company when he continued to drag himself around to whatever little event Harry invited him too.
“What happens when I start throwing your money around and lose it all on the next piece of shit fighter,” Ian questioned, eyebrow raised to an unaware audience. It had already taken considerable convincing for him to hedge his bets on the fellow red head in the ring - much to his growing annoyance. “I don't like the idea of being in debt to the First National Bank of whatever.”