The dim, amber glow of the single overhead bulb cast long shadows across the bare wooden floor, the air thick with the musk of sweat and something far more primal. Hoesa stood frozen in the center of the room, his breath shallow, his skin prickling under the weight of five pairs of eyes raking over him. The heat of their gazes burned almost as much as the embarrassment—no, the excitement—coiling low in his gut. His cock, already half-hard from nerves, twitched as it filled further, the heavy weight of it bouncing slightly with every rapid heartbeat. He hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected the way his pulse roared in his ears, or how the cool air against his bare skin made him hyper-aware of every inch of himself—his nipples tightening, his balls drawing up, the slick bead of pre-cum already glistening at his tip.
The others moved in a slow, deliberate circle around him, their bodies just as exposed, just as hungry. Muscle shifted under taut skin, cocks bobbing with every step—some cut, some uncut, all of them thick and flushed, leaking with need. Hoesa swallowed hard, his throat dry, his fingers flexing at his sides. He’d been nervous before, but now? Now he was starving.
Joe was the first to break the silence. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a dark trail of hair leading down to the heavy cock jutting from his hips, he moved like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. His shaft was already fully hard, the vein along the underside throbbing, the crown slick and swollen. He stopped just inches from Hoesa, close enough that the younger man could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough to catch the faint scent of soap and salt and something darker, something male. Joe’s voice was a rough murmur, his breath ghosting over Hoesa’s ear as he reached out, wrapping his calloused fingers around Hoesa’s wrist.
“First time in the middle, huh?” Joe’s grip was firm, unyielding, as he guided Hoesa’s trembling hand toward his own cock. The moment Hoesa’s fingers brushed against the velvety heat of Joe’s shaft, a jolt of electricity shot up his arm, his own dick jerking in response. A whimper escaped him before he could stop it, his lips parting as Joe pressed his palm flat against the underside of his cock, forcing him to stroke upward. “Feel that?” Joe’s voice dropped to a growl, his hips rolling slightly into Hoesa’s touch. “Feel how fucking hard you’ve made me, newbie?”
Hoesa’s breath hitched, his stroke faltering for just a second before Joe’s hand clamped over his, squeezing just enough to make him obey. The weight of Joe’s cock in his palm was intoxicating—thick, heavy, the skin so soft it was almost obscene. Pre-cum welled at the slit, slicking Hoesa’s fingers as he stroked, his own hips rocking forward involuntarily. His free hand twitched at his side, aching to touch himself, but he didn’t dare. Not yet. Not when Joe’s dark eyes were locked onto him, burning with something between challenge and approval.
“That’s it,” Joe murmured, his voice rough with arousal. “Get me nice and wet for you.”
Behind Hoesa, someone chuckled, low and dirty. A pair of hands—rough, possessive—slid over his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin before trailing down his chest, pinching his nipples just hard enough to make him gasp. Hoesa’s head fell back against a solid chest, his body arching into the touch as another man—taller, leaner, with a cock that curved slightly to the left—pressed against him. The stranger’s erection dragged against the small of Hoesa’s back, hot and insistent, and Hoesa moaned, his hips stuttering as he ground back against him without thinking.
“Fuck, look at him,” the man behind him groaned, his voice a deep rumble. “Already leaking like a slut.”
Hoesa’s face burned, but he didn’t deny it. He was leaking, his cock throbbing, the tip wet and aching. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as Joe’s hand tightened over his, guiding him into a faster rhythm, his own pre-cum dripping down his fingers. The room spun, the heat of bodies pressing in from all sides, the scent of arousal so thick it was almost suffocating. He could hear the others breathing, could feel their eyes on him, their hands reaching, their cocks brushing against his thighs, his ass, his lower back.
Then, without warning, someone dropped to their knees in front of him.
Hoesa barely had time to register the movement before a wet, hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock. His knees nearly buckled, a broken cry tearing from his throat as the man—younger, with messy dark hair and a piercing in his lip—hollowed his cheeks, taking Hoesa deep. His tongue swirled around the crown, lapping up the pre-cum before sealing his lips around the shaft and sucking hard. Hoesa’s fingers flew to the man’s hair, gripping tight as his hips jerked forward, fucking into that perfect, wet heat without thought.
“Shit—fuck—” Hoesa’s voice cracked, his vision blurring as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. The man on his knees groaned around his cock, the vibration sending another jolt through him, his balls drawing up. Behind him, the taller man ground against him harder, his cock sliding between Hoesa’s asscheeks, the slick drag of pre-cum making the movement obscene. Hoesa could feel him—feel all of them—could hear the slick sounds of hands on cocks, the wet smacks of lips, the ragged breathing filling the room.
Joe’s voice cut through the haze, dark and commanding. “That’s it, newbie. Let us hear you.” His hand left Hoesa’s, only to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Hoesa moaned into it, his lips parting as Joe’s tongue invaded his mouth, tasting of salt and sin. The kiss was brutal, possessive, and Hoesa melted into it, his body arching between the man sucking his cock and the one grinding against his ass, Joe’s fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, swallowing every desperate sound Hoesa made.
The man on his knees pulled off with a wet pop, his lips glistening, his breath hot against Hoesa’s cock. “Gonna make you cum so hard,” he promised, his voice a filthy purr before diving back down, taking Hoesa to the root. Hoesa’s thighs shook, his fingers tightening in the man’s hair as Joe’s kiss turned bruising, his free hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking in time with Hoesa’s frantic thrusts into the waiting mouth.
“Cum with us, Hoesa,” Joe growled against his lips, his own cock leaking heavily, the tip dark with need. “Let it all out. We wanna see you drown in it.”
The words sent Hoesa spiraling. The room was a blur of skin and heat, of cocks and mouths and hands—too much, everything—and yet he never wanted it to stop. The man behind him groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, hot cum splattering against Hoesa’s lower back, the sticky warmth only making Hoesa harder. The man on his knees gagged around his cock, his throat fluttering, and Hoesa lost it.
His orgasm hit like a freight train, his cock pulsing violently as cum shot from him in thick, white ropes, painting the man’s face, his chest, the floor beneath them. His vision whited out, his body locking up as pleasure wrung him dry, his cries muffled against Joe’s mouth. Joe came next, his cock jerking in his fist as he groaned, cum splashing over Hoesa’s hand, his stomach, mixing with the mess already there. Around them, the others followed—grunts and curses filling the air as they stroked themselves to completion, their releases adding to the filthy collage of cum and sweat coating the floor, their skin, Hoesa.
When it was over, Hoesa collapsed backward, his legs giving out as strong arms caught him, lowering him into the sticky, warm pile of bodies. The man who’d sucked him off wiped his face with the back of his hand before pressing a filthy kiss to Hoesa’s thigh, his lips smeared with cum. Joe chuckled, his chest heaving as he leaned in, his fingers tracing idle patterns through the mess on Hoesa’s stomach.
“Not bad for a first-timer,” Joe murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to Hoesa’s temple, his lips lingering. “Think you can handle round two?”
Hoesa laughed breathlessly, his body still trembling with aftershocks, his skin slick with sweat and cum and the heat of the men surrounding him. He turned his head, catching Joe’s gaze, and grinned.
“Try me.”
