#gage.sql

“h--holy shit, deet, he’s fuckin tight.“

gage never knew dieter’s teammates called him ‘deet’. gage also never knew that dieter wasn’t the only non-straight guy on his team. gage also didn’t think dieter was serious, when the topic came up.

but now, jet’s topic was all the way up in gage, who was starting to settle in, settle down. jet was fairly long, but didn’t have much of a taper, so getting him past his rim was like a punch to the fucking gut.

the kisses and soothing helped.

“jet, shut up. dieter, please tell him to shut up.” it’s weird enough having a cock in him that isn’t dieter’s, from how long they’d been together. but soon enough, he was sliding up and off of jet, sighing at the cool breeze of air over his now-open hole.

jet spoke up-- “uh, deet, I don’t think we’re both gonna fit--”

with a quick glare, gage reached down, squeezing both his boyfriend’s (maybe fiance’s, there was a ring somewhere, but the jet event knocked things sideways) and jet’s cocks together, starting to sink down.

the feeling of dieter thick and hot against him was nearly sending jet over the edge, with how hard of a grip gage had around them both. not just his rim, but his warm insides, all flexing and shifting as gage metered his breathing, chest shaking, slowly working his way down.

like a statue (or a fucking muppet), gage was straight-backed, shock still, when he felt the brush of each man’s balls under his thighs and ass.

“--you fit,” gage hissed, breath pinched. “babe, please-- kiss me? I don’t wanna move.”

the shift of the larger man curling up to meet his lips made him tremble, his cock leaking and his insides almost spasming -- and jet immediately came. hot, thick, creamy, running down both his and dieter’s cocks to seep through the gaps between them, with how they had gage so fucked-open.