Tim is addicted to cock and he is not ashamed of it. He’s getting fucked within an inch of his life, rocking back and forth with every forceful trust, little “uh-uh” sounds punched out of him on every exhale, but he is so thirsty for more. He spreads his knees a bit, tilts his ass up like a bitch presenting and is rewarded by the cock ramming inside him suddenly going deeper. Cum and lube squirt out of his abused asshole like an open faucet and leak down the inside of his thighs. He rolls his eyes in pleasure, and drool starts leaking from the side of his mouth. He must have seven or eight loads in him, and the obscene sounds only make him gag for more. The man topping him huffs a laugh. “You’re such a thirsty slut,” he says. Tim mewls and stretches, inviting the cock deeper. “Oh, yes. And what of it?” he breathes out between thrusts. The man laughs again, grabs Tim’s ass and spreads his cheek wide open, baring his pink, abused hole. He forces the tip of both thumbs in beside his cock, and Tim cries out in ecstasy. “He’s tight as fuck, ain’t he?” another voice says, and Tim makes hungry, grabby hands towards the door. A second grunt is coming in, pants open and tugging lazily at his huge cock. "Fuck it Jim, he’s like a vise,” the man fucking into Tim says in wonder. “And I’m the fifth to get a go.” Ninth, Tim wants to correct, but he’s already slurping at Jim’s cock, moaning in bliss. He’s missed Jim’s cock. Loves having it on his tongue, heavy and bitter and wide enough to make his jaw ache. He’s fallen asleep nursing this cock more than once, and if they weren’t undercover as little more than strangers, he would already be sitting on it, shrieking in joy as he got impaled. He enjoys being spitroasted as much as the next cockslut, and he starts rocking between the cocks spearing him, fluids leaking from his hole and mouth. One of the other thugs that already got their turn groans loudly, and the squelching noise that comes make Tim known he’s ready for round two. He shivers with anticipation. The nameless guy fucking Tim bottoms out with a sharp thrust and comes with a shout. He grips Tim’s hips and shakes him as he empties his load, using his hole like a fleshlight. Tim arches his back and milks him for all he’s worth, giddy with the newest wash of cum splashing inside him. He hopes “Jim”“s brought a plug. He wants to keep this in for as much as he can. Stay lubed up and soft and squishy for "Jim” to ram into him as soon as they’re done with this case. Maybe he’ll get dicked in the showers, he thinks. Maybe sooner. On the way home. In the streets. On his bike, in full sight of anyone that wanted a show. “My turn, my turn,” someone squeaks, and Tim doesn’t have time to miss the massive, softening cock that slips out of him, when a slimmer, but much longer cock spears through all that lube and cum with no resistance, nailing his prostrate and making him hiss in startled joy around the cock he’s sucking. “You got room for more?” Some other man drawls, and before Tim has time to shout “YES!”, somebody wriggles under him, and suddenly a short, chubby cock the size of a beer can is pushed inside him alongside the slim one. “He likes it hard and rough,” Jim advises, gripping Tim’s hair and fucking sharply into his mouth, just to remind Tom who’s in charge. “Go wild.” There’s gleeful shouts all around him, and Tim goes slack between the cocks ramming into him, held up only by their powerful thrusts.
