COMMON CHEATING
They met like idiots who thought anger would save them.
“Bro, she played us,” said the tall one with the swimmer’s cap still creasing his hair. Long legs, narrow waist, speedo clinging like he’d just stepped off the block. He stood stiff, arms crossed, trying to look straight and furious.
The blond one snorted. Shorter, thicker through the chest, abs carved hard and shiny like he lived in the gym. “I don’t even care anymore. I just wanted answers.”
The third leaned against the bouy, wet curls falling into his eyes, shoulders wide and heavy from years of pulling water. His thighs were still dripping. “Yeah? Then why are you staring at him?”
Silence hit hard.
“What?” the tall one snapped. “I’m not—”
“Relax,” the blond said, stepping closer. “We’re all here. No girl. Just us.”
They laughed, sharp and nervous. Someone threw a towel. Someone flexed on purpose. It got stupid fast.
“You always look like that in a speedo?” the curly-haired one asked, voice low, almost mean.
The tall one swallowed. “You got a problem?”
“Nah,” he said, eyes dragging slowly over hips, chest, down. “Just noticing.”
The blond shook his head. “This is messed up. We’re supposed to talk revenge.”
“Revenge is boring,” the curly one said. “She’s gone anyway.”
They moved toward the showers without deciding it out loud. Steam filled the small cubicles, echoing their breathing. Close now. Too close.
“Thought you were straight?” the tall one muttered.
The blond laughed, rough. “I was. Five minutes ago.”
Hands shoved, not gentle. Backs hit tile. Kisses were fast, clumsy, all teeth and breath. No romance. Just pressure and heat and the shock of wanting.
“Don’t think,” someone said. “Just move.”
They did. Grabbing, grinding, bodies colliding like bad turns at the wall. It wasn’t pretty. It was loud and messy and real. The anger burned off into sweat.
The tall one ripped the blond’s speedo down, his cock springing free, hard and thick. He dropped to his knees, the water slicing over his back as he took the blond into his mouth, sucking hard and fast, no finesse, just a desperate, hungry need.
The blond groaned, fisting his hands in the tall one’s hair, fucking his face with brutal thrusts. The curly-haired one watched, stroking his own dick, his eyes dark with lust. He moved behind the tall one, spreading his ass cheeks and spitting on his hole before shoving a finger, then two, inside. The tall one moaned around the blond’s cock, pushing back against the intrusion.
“Yeah, take it,” the curly-haired one growled, replacing his fingers with his thick, hard cock. He slammed into the tall one, setting a punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against the other man’s ass.
The three of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and raw, primal desire.
The blond came first, shouting his release down the tall one’s throat, who swallowed every drop.
The curly-haired one followed, his cock pulsing as he filled the tall one’s ass with his hot cum. Finally, the tall one stood up, his own cock throbbing with need.
The blond and curly-haired one dropped to their knees, taking turns sucking him until he too exploded, his cum painting their faces.
When it slowed, they stood there, water running, foreheads touching.
“That was… yeah,” the tall one said, dazed.
The curly-haired one smirked. “Guess she wasn’t the problem.”
--------------
If you want advanced access to ten more chapters of the latest tagalog full fiction story ahead of blog readers and get other perks such as weekly teasers and a feature in one #squirtershorts within the month, please subscribe to patreon.com/jockwonderlust. If you want to support me and my craft, please subscribe!
No comments:
Post a Comment