George Russell 8x Race Winner Apologist

Back and forth, slowly, firmly, it rubs right there, earning a small groan from the man it belongs to. Then, his fingers find their way into curling around the shape that is tenting the front of the trousers, pulling the fabric taut around the thick, cylindrical shape. So taut, in fact, as his hand pulls along the shape, the fabric moulds around the bulbous head right at the end. Unmistakable. 

He grips his cock through his trousers and it twitches once more, a small wet spot darkening through the fabric at the tip as if it were squeezed right out of him. With another breathy groan, he palms himself a little firmer, rubbing the entire length against the friction of his clothes. 

It’s not long before his thumb is linking in the waistband of his trousers and stretching them up from his skin. The darkness of the living room allows little visibility down the front of his pants, nothing but shadow showing until he shifts and his cock falls upwards against his pelvis, the swollen pink tip peeking out through the end of his foreskin. His trousers are pushed down just enough to be tucked under his balls so he can be shown off entirely. 

Comfortably above average length with a nice girth, nested in a base of neatly trimmed brown hair, his cock twitches for attention. The moment his fingers graze the shaft of his cock without the barrier of his trousers, he lets out a little hiss of pleasure. And then he wraps his fist around it properly, lifting it from his pelvis and pulling the foreskin back in a firm downwards stroke. 

The living room is quiet apart from his shaky exhale. 

He gives himself a few testing tugs, short and tight, and his abs clench. Another breath, a small groan. And then he’s stopping just long enough to shove down his trousers entirely and he kicks them off onto the living room floor, giving him full opportunity to then prop his socked feet up on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. 

For just a moment, he fondles his balls in his palm, giving the pair of them a little squeeze, a little tug. It’s only a fleeting graze of attention before his hand is then wrapping around his swollen cock again, lifting it from his pelvis. It fits perfectly in his fist and he doesn’t waste another second before starting to stroke himself properly, in long, hungry, twisting strokes from base to tip.

His groan is quivering. 

His pace slows just long enough to swipe the pad of his thumb over the tip, pulling another tight hiss from his chest before it melts into another breathy groan as he continues his pumps. It’s faster now, his hand working quickly along the shaft of his cock as he relaxes back on the couch with his feet still propped up.

Suddenly, somewhere in the out-of-focus background, the darkened shadows of the penthouse are interrupted by a sudden slice of light cutting through as the front door opens. Two figures emerge from the brightly illuminated hallway of the building. Before their faces can be made out or their reactions captured, the camera is dropped and the image goes dark. Only voices are heard. 

First, a woman, startled: “George—!”

There is a muffled sound of scrambling as George reaches for his trousers on the floor. The camera tumbles to the floor, capturing a sideways shot across the room as George stammers, “You’re home early—”

Then, a male voice, infused with unmissable amusement as his feet step forwards in the frame, “Are you having a wank in our living room? Your bare arse is on our couch, mate.”

His partner follows him, walks past him, and then picks up the camera, turning it back onto George. He is back in his trousers and perched on the edge of the couch, his cheeks rouged and his hair mussed and his eyes are wide and half panicked as he reaches out a hand for his camera uselessly.

“And you’re filming yourself, you dirty dog,” she chastises with a smile to her voice. 

The man is right there with her, “Tainting our couch and you don’t even have the decency to invite us. Some friend.”

George snatches the camera back, his palm covering the lens.

CUT TO INT. UNKNOWN PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - EVENING

A man is sitting on the bed in an unrecognizable bedroom, resting back on his hands. His face is blurred but his body is entirely visible down to the snug grey briefs he is wearing, standing out against his warm olive skin. He—Alex—seems almost relaxed in such a state, front and centre in frame that is capturing the entire king size bed.

He is joined by a woman wearing a simple bra and panty set—grey like that of Alex’s briefs—and her face is also blurred. She—Lily—crawls onto the bed beside him and he accepts her close like it’s familiar, allowing her to lean in and steal a kiss from his lips, two circles of blur overlapping like a venn diagram. 

George is right behind her, joining them on the bed without an ounce of shame, back in his trousers that still had that small wet spot on the crotch, the fabric still obviously tented. His face was perfectly visible compared to those of his two friends and he stared at them as they shared their kiss. He watches them for a moment, letting his hand palm himself some more over the front of his trousers. 

Alex happens to be positioned between the other two, perfectly placed for George to be able to reach around him to run his hand across his chest and down his side. He doesn’t react at first, not pulling away from his girl until George leans in and gets his mouth on his neck. With a shiver, Alex retreats, letting out a small sound that is both endearing and goofy. 

Without missing a beat, Lily follows George’s lead and dips her face in Alex’s neck on the other side to share in showering him in slow, open mouth kisses. Her hand slides itself across Alex’s abdomen, over his abs, and greedily across the front of his underwear. George nips at his earlobe and Alex shudders. 

“I think you’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?” Lily teases to her boyfriend. She keeps her hand working over his crotch even as his legs fall open to give her all the space she needs, showing off to the camera the obvious bulge that her hand palms greedily. All he does in response is exhale. 

George smiles slyly, his attention focused on the way Lily’s hand looks over the front of Alex’s underwear, how the shape of him is starting to press up against her palm through the fabric. His hand finds its way there too, joining Lily’s, allowing his larger hand to press her smaller one just a little bit firmer against Alex’s clothed erection. 

Alex chokes out a breathy, “Christ.”

Lily and George share the responsibility of tending to Alex, taking full advantage of the friction of his underwear hiding him from view still. He’s lounged back on his hands, legs spread just right, taking both of their hands all over him like that is right where he wants to be. 

There is a beat of nothing but their trio of breaths before George’s gaze seems to find Lily’s. Although her face is blurred, it’s clear that his stare is reciprocated, clear that Alex is all too aware. And then Alex lifts a hand up to the back of his girlfriend’s neck and guides her to lean in front of him, silent permission for her to meet George halfway. 

The kiss is slow and filthy, George’s face half concealed by the blur over her own but it’s no less hot. It’s audible too, the caress of tongues and locking of lips. From behind them, Alex groans. 

Lily then pulls away first and sits back on her haunches as she directs to the men, “Your turn.”

There is not as much of a pause as one might expect before George and Alex are leaning in for a kiss of their own. Similarly to the kiss with Lily, it’s blocked by the blur but it is obvious what is happening. Especially as Alex’s hand moves to tangle in the back of George’s hair. 

While the men are busy, Lily takes it upon herself to tug at the waistband of Alex’s underwear. It’s a little awkward as he tries to lift his hips up for her to drag them down all without straying from George’s mouth for even a second. Somehow, she manages, tossing Alex’s briefs to the floor and leaving him fully bare on the bed. 

He’s not fully hard yet but it is clear she won’t let it stay that way for long. Not when she takes him in a dainty hand—showing off just how impressive his length is in comparison—and then flicks her hair over her shoulder so she can lean down and swallow him into her mouth. Alex makes a pathetic sound against George's lips, his thighs flinching as Lily bends over his lap. 

The kiss breaks and George sits back to watch Lily for a moment, his hand not straying far from Alex’s shoulders as he says simply, “Jesus…she can hardly fit it in her mouth.”

Lily might have been able to get her lips around him but it’s true that only about half the length is disappearing into the blur of her face, the other half tended to by her tight fist. Alex’s hand goes to the back of her head, following her motions, up and down towards his lap. He’s moaning handsomely, just enough to show that he’s into it. 

While Lily works her mouth around him, allowing her throat to permit him deeper, George takes it upon himself to reach a hand down to cover her own around the base of Alex’s dick. He guides the stroking of her hand like that under his intense, unwavering stare. 

“That’s it…” he breathes. 

Lily makes a small, choked sound as Alex’s hand pushes her deeper but she doesn’t protest or pull away. Not even when George’s other hand moves to help brush her hair out of her face, bunching it in his fist at the back of her head, and allowing Alex to rest back on his forearms across the bed. 

“Get him nice and hard for us,” George encourages all too sweetly, without tearing his eyes away from the way her mouth is wrapped around Alex’s cock, “Although I’m sure you’re an expert in that field, aren’t you?”

The only response he is met with is a lewd gag from the woman as she forced herself deeper. Almost the entirety of Alex’s cock has disappeared into the blur of her face now, George’s hand around the base hardly visible. It’s louder now, with how much she’s taken down her throat, gagging and choking around him as she bobs her head into his lap. And Alex is just groaning. 

“Fucking hell, that’s it…” George purrs before directing to Alex, “She’s got quite the mouth, mate. Where have you been hiding her?”

Alex chuckles, strained slightly through rising pleasure, “Where no one else can get their hands on her.”

The teasing implication was not lost on George and his face breaks into an amused smirk without taking his eyes off Lily. 

Finally, she pulls away with a gasp of air and a rough cough, strings of spit still connecting her mouth to the lengthy shaft of Alex’s cock. She doesn’t waste a breath before adding, “He likes to keep me to himself.”

“Rightfully selfish,” George agrees. 

Lily doesn’t reply but, instead, she shifts off the bed and disappears from view, leaving the two men alone. The sudden absence of her doesn’t feel startling to the two as George leans down to kiss his friend again, allowing himself to wrap his fist around his cock to continue stimulating him. Alex moans into their kiss. 

They move naturally, adjusting themselves on the bed so George is resting back against the pillows and headboard, shuffling out of his trousers once more to join Alex in the nude. Alex helps to get his trousers off his ankles, being the one to toss the pants onto the floor before he’s getting himself on his hands and knees in front of him. He bends at the waist, right onto his forearms, and greedily takes George’s cock in his fist so he can lick a stripe right up the side of it. 

George’s face withers and his eyebrows furrow slightly in the middle, staring down at the man between his legs as he finally is permitted into the warm confines of his mouth. Alex’s motions aren’t as confident as Lily’s had been—a little more hesitant and perhaps inexperienced—but it’s certainly enough to have George letting out a pleasant moan.

“Jesus, mate…” George withers before he allows a lick to his lips through his pleasured expression. 

Lily returns and climbs on the bed with them once more, now fitted with a harness around her hips to secure a strap-on dildo to her front. Her bra is missing, leaving her perky breasts entirely exposed, and in her hand is a bottle of lube. She tuts at the sight of the men, “Getting a head start without me?”

“He’s eager for it,” George chuckles faintly, pushing a hand through Alex’s raven hair with his face still hidden in his lap. 

“Always is,” Lily responds as she situates herself on her knees behind Alex. He doesn’t halt the bobs of his mouth around George’s dick, even as he lifts his hips a little higher, an invitation. 

She leans down and pries his cheeks apart with her hands to get her mouth on him first, nuzzling her face deep like she has done this plenty of times before. The blur on her face makes it difficult to see the details but the intention is enough. The sounds are enough. When she pulls back after a few seconds, she spits loudly onto his asshole and then smears it in with the tip of the dildo. 

It’s set up without a word, like all three of them know where this is headed. Alex keeps drooling around George’s cock, moaning around it as Lily presses the head of the lubed up dildo inside of him. The vibrations have George wincing through a moan. 

She pushes in almost too easily, giving her boyfriend small, testing thrusts to ease him open on the strap. She’s smaller than him in stature, almost making the sight of his gangling limbs bent over for her shorter frame amusing. There is no doubt that Lily isn’t perfectly capable, however. If not for her dedication to the task than due to the obvious signs of well-worked muscle that make up her body from arms to abs to thighs and everywhere in between. She may be short but she is fit. 

And Alex has absolutely no complaints. Not as she thrusts the dildo inside him carefully, her hands firm on his waist, his ass, to hold him in place. George watches them carefully, staring down the arch of Alex’s back to admire how the silicone toy is slipping inside of his tight ring of muscle with little complaint. It doesn’t take long for the toy to bottom out inside of him. 

George’s hand tightens in Alex’s hair when he tries to lift his head up from his lap, forcing him to keep his mouth stuffed full of his cock, “Ah, ah, I didn’t say stop.”

“He’s not a very good listener,” Lily states. 

Alex groans around George’s cock. 

“We can handle him,” George comments, rubbing his hands through Alex’s hair and down the back of his neck, pressing his thumbs into the meat of his shoulders to relax him.

“Yeah…” Lily purrs, her simple response matching the pace of her hips as she finally drags them back, leaving only the tip of the toy buried inside Alex’s ass before she sinks inside him all the way once more. He moans around George’s cock, the sound half muffled. 

George groans in response as he lounges there, watching how Lily starts to set a solid pace with her thrusts. The movement keeps Alex nudging forward deeper onto George’s cock each time, forcing a gag from his throat over and over as he drools and sputters down his length. His hand holds down the top of Alex’s head in his lap as he leans forward over him, grabbing the back of Lily’s neck with his other, dragging her in to meet him halfway for a sloppy kiss. From between them, Alex gags and chokes and whimpers as he’s made to take it. 

Kindly, Alex is permitted a moment to breathe, lifting his mouth off of George’s cock and looking wrecked even through the blur across his face. He gasps and pants and arches lower for Lily, moaning against George’s thigh. 

George takes that moment of pause to move out from against the headboard, leaving Alex to fold over on himself against the pillows. It’s his turn to disappear from view for a moment, leaving only Lily and Alex on the bed. They are unperturbed by his sudden absence, and, instead, continue right as they are with Lily still shoving into Alex in firm thrusts. 

But George doesn’t leave them for long. He’s back on the bed in only a few seconds, already rolling on a condom as he shuffles up beside Lily, on her far side so as not to block her from view. George takes it upon himself to move Alex’s legs open a little wider to permit him closer and Alex obliges without argument, allowing himself to be moved as needed. As if he knows he is there for them to use. 

Lily offers to George through Alex’s pathetic moans, “Want a turn?”

“If you’re offering,” he replies sweetly as he squirts a hefty amount of lube onto the shaft of his protected cock and slicks it up with an eager hand. 

The suddenness with which Lily pulls out of Alex causes an audible wet pop and he gasps at the emptiness. He doesn’t have to sit with it for long because right away, George is shuffling closer and pressing the head of his cock against his gaping hole. With a small flex of his hips, he’s pushing inside of him. 

“Fuck,” George groans through a breathy chuckle of disbelief, feeding himself deeper into Alex’s tight hole, “you got him nice and prepped for me.”

Lily laughs sweetly, rubbing her hand over Alex’s ass and lower back, “Did my best.”

With a final shove, George is buried deep and Alex groans tightly, clutching the pillows, “Jesus, George.”

“You can take it,” Lily chastises. 

And take it he does, as George starts him off with deep, rolling thrusts that have him melting farther into the bed, into the pillows. Lanky Alex is curling himself into the pillows, moaning freely, and when George begins to speed up, Alex pushes back on him at the same time. The sound is lewd, skin on skin made wet by the plentiful lube between them. 

Alex’s fingers curl around the bedsheets in a white knuckled grip, his head bowed and the blur of his face flickering as he meets George’s thrusts with firm perseverance. Quite literally taking every fucking inch. And wanting it.

No sooner does he really start to get into it, does George pull out of him entirely. Before Alex can protest, however, Lily is right there to pick up the slack, shoving the strap back inside him in one smooth push. It happens so effortlessly that it hardly seems like the responsibility was shared between two different people. 

Lily picks right up where she left off, shoving into her boyfriend with reckless abandon while George keeps his front row seat. He wraps a fist around his cock and squeezes as he watches; not stroking but just holding, trying to ease the ache of need that thrums through him as he waits his turn. 

Alex pieces together some unintelligible words that end up half muffled by the pillow and cut off sharply by Lily’s sudden retreat that leaves him gaping. George takes her place with ease, large hands kneading Alex’s hips as he fucks into him greedily, an air of pride across his face as he watches him squirm. 

“There we go,” Lily praises and she reaches forward to grab two handfuls of Alex’s ass and spreads his cheeks open, watching how he just sucks in every inch of George’s cock, “Nice and deep.”

Alex groans into the pillow, “It is.”

He reaches a hand down his body, concealed by the shadows against the mattress, and the bulge of his bicep easily gives him away as he tugs at his cock with a greedy fist. Lily is right there, stopping him by a firm hand on his arm.

“Are we not enough for you?”

Alex just laughs breathily, strained and agonized, and hangs his head. 

She’s in front of him in a flash, taking the spot that George had once been in, resting back against the pillows and headboard. The harness is dragged off her legs and tossed aside, leaving her entirely bare and spread right in front of Alex’s face. With a moan, Alex slumps forward and wraps his arms around her thighs to drag her pussy closer to his mouth, smothering his sounds against her as George picks up the pace behind him. 

“There we go—” she giggles through a gasp at the first touch of his mouth. 

“Fu-ck-ing hell—” Alex stumbles out from every thrust from George, right up against her cunt. Lily just grabs a fistful of his hair and holds his mouth on her. He manages to shake his head a little to nestle himself deeper. 

George watches from his viewpoint, knelt behind Alex, large hands on his ass and yanking him into his thrusts, but his eyes are on the couple. So much so that he ends up leaning forward over Alex until his hands are flat on the bed on either side of him, and he just shoves into him a little harder, a little faster. Alex’s hand flies to grasp George’s forearm. 

“Christ, you just take it so well,” George pants, all without tearing his eyes away from how Alex is smothered in Lily’s pussy. 

“Yeah, he’s such a good boy for us,” Lily purrs breathlessly, fingers mussing up Alex’s hair as her hips roll up against his mouth for more and he lets her. 

The sound of George’s skin colliding wetly against Alex’s is paired so nicely with the lewd smacks of Alex’s mouth and tongue on Lily’s cunt, swallowing her up and drinking her down. Gasps and moans and muttered curses harmonize alongside them. 

Lily lets out a joyful shrieking moan as Alex sucks on her clit just the right way, forcing her head to drop back against the headboard, “Yes!” 

Her hand reaches behind her to grab the top of the headboard, giving herself some leverage to rut her hips up against Alex’s face until she’s nearly riding his mouth. And he just takes it, takes whatever she gives him. 

“Oh my God,” George groans, slowing to a stop so he’s buried entirely inside Alex. 

The change in pace forces Alex to break away from Lily with a wet slurp and he turns over his shoulder and pushes his hips back against him wordlessly. But George doesn’t seem to care for Alex’s impatience and, instead, he reaches a hand down to rub his fingers over Lily’s messy, spitty cunt. 

“Come on, mate,” George croons against Alex’s ear, fingertips prodding at her lips, “don’t you want to fuck her perfect little pussy?”

“George…” Alex whines, his voice breaking through the elongated pull of his name.

“Yeah, he wants it,” Lily croons as her dainty hand caresses Alex’s face and then her fingers push through his hair, forcing his head back to look up at her, “Don’t you?”

Alex just hums. 

CUT TO

George—with all his impressive strength neatly concealed behind a slender body—is laying across the bed, feet anchored flat on the mattress, legs spread, and his hands stabilizing Alex who is settling himself down on top of him. Beside them, Lily is reaching over and holding George’s cock steady for Alex to sink down on. 

He moves slowly but surely, hands behind him and holding himself up against George’s chest as he eases down, the blur across his face hiding the expression he wears but the flush across his collarbones gives his true feelings away. That, and the way his sizable cock is achingly hard and bobbing uselessly in the air. 

It’s not forgotten for long, as once he ends up flush on George’s thighs, taking every inch of him inside his stretched hole once more, Lily takes it upon herself to start to stroke Alex’s cock. She matches the pace of his shallow bounces pretty well, almost keeping her fist somewhat stationary so he is doing all the work. Alex makes some choked out sound. 

All that can be seen of George are his bent legs and bare feet and his cock tucked inside Alex’s ass, as well as his large hands; one splayed over Alex’s waist and the other grabbing one of his thighs to help keep him up. 

“Christ—” Alex pants.

Lily hums in appreciation and leans over him to get her mouth on him, feeding him back into her mouth by her firm hand. The sudden addition of her warm, wet mouth makes Alex stutter. So George takes over, anchoring his feet flat on the bed to start to buck up into him from below. If Alex’s face wasn’t blurred, it was sure that his eyes would be rolling. 

In only a moment, Lily stands herself up on the bed in all her glorious nakedness and helps herself to the top of the pile. Also facing the same direction as the men, she tosses a foot over to stand over them before squatting herself down, ensuring that Alex’s cock is aligned right where it should be, slicking him up between her glistening lips, before she sinks down on him. 

Although most of Alex is hidden behind her, one of his hands fly around her middle to equally pull her down on him while also slowing her down just a little through a groan. George is still working beneath him, shoving up into him greedily. At the same time, Lily settles entirely onto Alex with a withering sigh and gives a few testing bounces. 

The bodies shift and adjust to the position, Alex leaning back farther with his hands flat on the bed, allowing Lily the space to do the same. From there, she starts to bounce her hips on him again, matching George’s pace from below. Almost immediately, her head drops back with a pitchy moan. 

“Fuck—” she pants. 

Alex seems to be frozen in place, stuck between the both of them, body sandwiched uselessly and being forced to take it. A tangled mess of limbs, hands that seem to be George’s find their way around Lily’s body, fingers pressing into her hips, guiding her movements in time with his own. She writhes and squeals. 

Somehow, Alex finds it in himself to turn his head and dip it down enough to get his mouth on one of his girlfriend’s breasts. He tongues at her nipple and sucks at the excess skin, moaning against her as they all move in sync. It’s a fucking mess of glistening skin clapping wetly together, harmonized by moans and pants and everything in between. When Lily turns her head to get her mouth on Alex’s, their kisses are sloppy. 

From beneath them—with a perfect view—George mutters a tight, “Fucking hell.”

His large hands slide around Lily as they keep moving, her bounces on top of Alex unrelenting. George’s palm blindly splays across her abdomen, drawing attention to the faint bulge that presses against her from the inside out on every downstroke. 

The feel of it has George moaning again, “Can fuckin’ feel you inside her, mate.”

Alex laughs breathily, a little strained, his head falling back. 

Then, George’s hand is moving downwards, fingertips finding her swollen clit between her wide-spread thighs. His quick, tight circles right there even sound wet and the feeling of it all has her shrieking through a gleeful giggle. Alex tries his damndest to start to thrust up into her at the same time but it’s not an easy feat. His teeth sink into her shoulder with a groan.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Lily squeals, “I’m coming!”

Alex manages to get one arm around her middle, hand pressing right where the bulge of his cock is shoved deep, adding just enough pressure to send her over the edge. She goes completely silent but her body is absolutely shuddering and trembling and her pussy throbs and clenches around Alex’s cock still tucked inside of her. The men moan and writhe beneath her intensity, already starting to turn the focus on themselves, unable to hold back any longer.

Lily barely allows herself a second to get her wits about her before she’s rolling off the pile of them and scrambling onto the floor at the side of the bed. The men follow her lead, a pair just as breathless and worked up, situating themselves on the edge. George has just enough sense to lean over her just to reach for the camera on the dresser before angling it downwards at the sight of her knelt before them. 

Alex takes it upon himself to pull the condom off George’s cock for him as he gets the angle just right. And then it’s a feverish mess of hands as the men take to themselves in quick pumps. Lily is there, knelt before them, patient. The tip of her tongue is peeking out beneath the edge of the blur across her face. 

At nearly the same time, Alex and George reach orgasm with a duet of handsome moans. Together, they share the responsibility of streaking her face in creamy white until they’re finished. A drip slips from her cheek and onto her breasts.

And then Alex is grabbing her chin in his hand and licking a stripe right up her cheek before plunging his tongue in her mouth for a nasty kiss. George just chuckles, breathless, from behind the camera and zooms in on the mess of blur. 

FADE OUT. —BLACK SCREEN W/ TEXT— “Starring MrSaturday, TwosCompanyXx (subscribe to them on OF!) Written & Produced by @chilling-seavey Requested by Anonymous This production was created for mature audiences. All participants were over the age of 18 and consented to their involvement in the production. Boundaries, consent, and ethical considerations were communicated and respected throughout filming.” —FADE TO BLACK— THE END

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