FIFTH FRIEND
They were a pack. Four guys. All muscle. All hungry. Standing by the pool like they owned the damn resort. Tattoos, abs, legs like tree trunks.
They saw him first—sitting at the edge, white trunks, chest glistening.
He was flirting with the women around the pool.
“Straight boy,” one of them smirked. “We’re gonna fix that.”
They walked up slow. No shirts. No shame. Just hard bodies and harder stares. “Hey,” the tallest one said, voice deep. “You look like you need some fun.”
The guy laughed nervously. “Nah, I’m good. Straight, man.”
“Doesn’t matter,” another grinned, stepping closer. “We don’t ask. We take.”
Before he could blink, they grabbed him. Two held his arms. One pinned his legs. The fourth—tattooed, beard thick—knelt in front of him, pulled his trunks down slow. “Look at that cock,” he growled. “Already hard. You’re lying.”
The guy squirmed. “I’m not—”
“Shut up,” the bearded one snapped. “You’re gonna taste us first.”
They forced his head down. Made him lick their chests. Their abs. Their dicks. He tried to pull away, but they held him tight. “Suck,” one ordered. He did. Hesitant. Then harder. Then greedy.
They didn’t stop. One shoved his cock in the guy’s ass. No lube. Just raw. “FUCK!” the guy screamed. “You’re gonna break me!”
“Nah,” the bearded one grinned. “You’re gonna love it.”
They took turns. One in his mouth. One in his ass. One rubbing his cock while another fucked his throat. He cried out. Moaned. Begged. Came twice before they even finished.
“Still straight?” one asked, pulling out, cum dripping down the guy’s thigh.
The guy panted. “I… I don’t know…”
“Good,” the tallest one said, grabbing his face. “Now you’re ours.”
They made him stand. Made him look at them. Four naked, sweaty, cock-hard men staring back. “You want more?” the bearded one asked.
The guy nodded. Slow. Then fast. “Yeah. Fuck me again.”
They didn’t wait. They bent him over the pool edge. Took him all at once. One in his ass. One in his mouth. One jerking his cock. One slapping his ass. He screamed. He came. He begged for more.
When they finally let him go, he was trembling. But smiling. “I’m… I’m in.”
They laughed. Slapped his back. “Welcome to the polycule, boy.”
He didn’t resist. Didn’t even try.
He knew he was theirs now.
And he loved it.
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