Chapter 16: Micheal
“This is a guy from S City, he and his friend double-teamed me,” Jung said as he pulled up a video on his phone to play for me. Meanwhile, my cock was slowly thrusting in and out of his ass.
Since the last time I fucked Jung, I’d hooked up with him several more times. Every time he got really high, but I always resisted the temptation and pulled out right after cumming and left.
Gradually I started to relax around him and share some of our crazy experiences with each other.
Of course, I had no intention of confessing my past with Ethan to him. In his eyes, I was just a vers who played around a lot, liked watching him get high and fucking him raw, but firmly refused to touch the stuff myself—a “good boy.”
It was a Friday night, and I was once again enjoying Jung’s high hole in a rundown little hotel. After learning about my preference for cum-filled holes, he would always get loaded with one or two loads before meeting me, making it hard for me to refuse.
What a considerate little slut.
Right now his hole was burning hot from the drugs, constantly stimulating my nerves, while the scene on his phone pushed me even closer to the edge.
The video quality was rough, the image kept shaking, but it was still clear that Jung was sandwiched between two men, moaning with a hint of crying in his voice.
On top was a young-looking white guy whose arm tattoos extended all the way up to his shoulder and down to his lower back. His muscular, firm ass bounced with every thrust of his hips. Beneath Jung was a Latino guy about the same age, lean but well-built muscles tensing with pleasure.
Sandwiched between them, Jung looked small and fragile.
The video was short, ending in under 30 seconds. Jung then showed me more selfies and clips of him getting raw creampied by men of different ages, sizes, and races—in hotels, bathrooms, cars… This seemingly innocent boy had way more experience getting fucked than I did. Thinking about how the cock I was thrusting into his ass right now was probably stirring up the cum of countless other men was incredibly arousing.
“You’ve done threesomes or group stuff, right?” After taking a hit and exhaling white smoke, Jung asked me.
“If it feels right, sure.” It seemed my cock alone wasn’t enough for him anymore.
“How about these two?” He grabbed his phone again, pulled up the double-penetration video, and asked.
“They’re both pretty hot and sexy.” These two appeared frequently in Jung’s collection, and the quality was top-tier (Jung clearly wasn’t picky, and even I, who thought my tastes were varied, had to admit some of the guys in his videos were hard for me to stomach). Watching their firm slim waists thrusting behind Jung made my own ass start to itch, anticipating their assault inside me.
After getting my approval, Jung picked up his phone and started texting. I caught a glimpse that the other person was named Michael, an extremely common name.
“Michael asks if you do bottom.”
“I’m vers, so I don’t care. What about him?”
“He’s vers too, but he says he wants to fuck you tonight.”
“Sure.” I pretended to be calm, but I was actually pretty excited.
“Michael says he’ll be here in about 30 minutes. Santiago can’t make it tonight.” From the names, the white guy was probably the one coming. I felt a slight twinge of regret—the Latino guy was more my type.