Blake Hart
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Slut For Cabo – Part 13
🕑 Added 2025-05-11 08:30:01 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The room erupted in cheers, and they circled me, hands gentle but eager. Jake started, kissing my collarbone, slow and reverent, his lips trailing to my nipple, sucking lightly, sending a jolt through me. Al joined, his tongue flicking my other nipple, teasing with a graze of teeth. Nate knelt behind, kissing my lower back, his breath warm as he nipped the curve of my ass. Carlos’s fingers traced my thighs, slow, while Sam’s deep voice hummed, his lips brushing my jaw for a soft kiss.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Al murmured, his hands roaming my hips. The foreplay stretched, their touches layering—Jake’s lips sucking a mark on my neck, Al’s fingers grazing my abs, Nate’s tongue circling my lower spine, Carlos’s kisses inching up my thighs, Sam’s hand cupping my cheek. They savored me, unhurried, building the ache until I was trembling, dick leaking, desperate for more.
“More,” I demanded, pushing my ass back. Nate took the cue, his tongue finding my hole, licking slow and wet, circling with precision. I gasped, knees buckling, but Jake’s arms steadied me, his lips now on my shoulder, sucking another mark. Nate’s tongue plunged deeper, opening me, the slick heat making me pant, my dick dripping onto the sheets.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” Nate said, pulling back, his scar glinting. Sam knelt beside him, his tongue broader, hungrier, lapping at my hole with long, slow strokes, his dreads brushing my thighs. I pushed back, greedy, loving the stretch of his licks, the way he savored every inch. Carlos knelt in front, kissing my inner thighs, his lips teasing closer to my dick but never touching, driving me wild.
“Sam, keep going,” I begged, and he didn’t, his tongue relentless, making me loose and aching. Jake’s fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my lips to his, our kiss sloppy, tongues tangling. “You’re unreal,” he whispered, and I grinned, drunk on their attention.
Al broke the spell, grinning. “Time to play for real.” He grabbed lube, tossing condoms aside. “Raw, like you said?”
“Raw,” I confirmed, climbing onto the bed, knees spread, ass up, ready to own this. “I knew they all got tested before leaving for Mexico.
They all nodded, eyes serious but burning. Jake touched my shoulder. “Sure, Isaac?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, voice steady. “Give me everything.”
The other guys did their own thing for a while as Jake stepped up first, his dick hard, familiar, a thick promise curved just right, veins pulsing under the dim lights. He knelt behind me, his breath warm against my lower back, hands grazing my hips with a gentleness that set my skin ablaze. “Gonna make you beg for it, wild boy,” he murmured, his voice low, laced with hunger but anchored by care. He grabbed the lube, squirting a generous dollop onto his fingers, the cool slickness glistening, dripping slightly as he warmed it between his palms.
He started slow, one finger circling my hole, teasing the tight ring with featherlight strokes that made me clench instinctively. I gasped, but his touch was patient, coaxing, a slow dance of pressure and pause.
“Breathe for me, Isaac,” he whispered, and I exhaled, my body softening as his finger pressed in, smooth and deliberate, the intrusion a sweet sting that sent a shiver up my spine. He worked it deeper, curling slightly, grazing that spot inside that sparked a jolt through my core, my dick throbbing, leaking onto the sheets. “Fuck, Jake,” I panted, pushing back, hungry for more.
He added a second finger, the stretch sharper, a delicious burn as he scissored them, opening me with meticulous care. His other hand kneaded my ass, thumb brushing the sensitive skin around my hole, amplifying every twitch.
“So fucking perfect,” he said, voice thick with awe, his fingers pumping in a slow, slick rhythm, the wet squelch filling the room, filthy and intoxicating. I rocked against him, my body begging, ass lifting higher, the friction of his knuckles driving me wild.
“More,” I demanded, voice raw, greedy. Jake chuckled, low and warm, adding a third finger, the stretch intense, a fullness that made my breath hitch. He twisted them, spreading me wide, his knuckles grazing my inner walls, sparking pleasure that had me trembling, my thighs quaking. Sam’s earlier rimming had left me slick, but Jake’s fingers took it further, stretching me open, every motion deliberate, preparing me for his dick. His free hand slid up my spine, grounding me, a reminder of trust in the haze of want.
He pulled his fingers out slow, leaving me empty and aching, but he wasn’t done teasing. He grabbed his dick, slick with lube, and dragged it along my ass crack, the head gliding from the base of my spine to my hole, a maddening tickle that made me squirm. “You want this?” he asked, voice playful, smacking my left cheek lightly with his dick, the wet slap echoing, a sting that made me gasp and grin. He did it again, harder, on the right cheek, the flesh jiggling, the sensation sharp and thrilling. I pushed back, desperate, my hole clenching at the tease, craving him inside.
“Fuck, Jake, stop playing,” I growled, bold as hell, ass swaying to tempt him. He laughed, smacking both cheeks with his dick in quick succession, the lube-slicked head leaving wet streaks on my skin, the playful sting fueling my hunger. He leaned in, kissing the small of my back, his lips soft against the heat of my skin, then dragged his dick back to my hole, nudging the stretched ring without entering, teasing with just enough pressure to make me pant.
“Ready for me?” he asked, pulling back to slick his dick with more lube, the head glistening, poised at my hole. I nodded, desperate, my body a live wire. He pressed in, agonizingly slow, the stretch a sweet, searing burn that melted into pleasure as he inched inside, his hands steady on my hips, fingers digging in just enough to anchor me. I breathed deep, pushing back, taking him fully, the thick fullness a thrill that lit every nerve on fire, my hole gripping him tight. “Fuck, Jake,” I panted, rocking against him, my body alive with the raw intimacy of him bare inside me, every vein of his dick a pulse of connection.
The stretch was sweet, a warm burn that melted into pleasure as he inched inside, his hands gentle on my hips. I breathed deep, pushing back, taking him fully, the fullness a thrill that lit me up. “Fuck, Jake,” I panted, rocking against him.
“You’re everything,” he said, voice thick, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust deep, hitting that spot that sent sparks through me. Al knelt in front, his dick brushing my lips. I opened wide, sucking him in, savoring the taste, my tongue swirling as he guided me with gentle hands. Jake’s thrusts rocked me forward, my lips sliding deeper onto Al, spit trailing down my chin.
I pulled off Al’s dick, spit trailing from my lips, and turned to Nate, hungry for the challenge. He slid into my mouth, his dick thick rock-hard, the pre cum flooding my senses as I wrapped my lips around him. I sucked eagerly, tongue swirling over the head, tracing the veins, taking him deeper until my throat stretched, spit dripping down my chin. Nate’s hand cupped the back of my head, guiding but gentle, letting me set the pace as I bobbed, my lips tight, savoring the weight of him.
Jake’s thrusts grew faster, each one slicker, the lube and my stretched hole making wet and skin slapping sounds that filled the room. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in, anchoring me as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside that sent sparks through my core. “Fuck, Isaac,” he panted, voice raw, his rhythm faltering as he chased the edge. I rocked back, meeting him thrust for thrust, my ass clenching to pull him in, desperate to feel him cum inside me again. Nate’s fingers pinched my nipples again, a sharp twist that made me gasp around his dick, the sensation pushing me to the brink.
“Gonna—fuck, inside?” Jake asked, his voice breaking, hips stuttering as he fought to hold back.
“Inside,” I demanded, pulling off Nate just long enough to growl the word, my voice thick with need. I dove back onto Nate’s dick, sucking harder, my tongue flicking the slit as Jake’s thrusts turned erratic. With a sharp gasp, Jake surged forward, his dick pulsing as his load flooded me, a warm, slick rush deep inside, coating my walls. The sensation was almost unreal, his seed filling me, dripping slightly as he kept thrusting, slower now, riding the aftershocks. I hummed around Nate, the thrill of Jake’s orgasm fueling my hunger, my hole stretched and singing, slick with his load.
Nate chuckled, his fingers softening on my nipples, stroking now, soothing the sting. “Fucking legend,” he said, his dick still hard in my mouth as I worked him, spit pooling, my lips swollen but eager. Jake stayed inside me, his hands sliding up my sides, grounding me, his breath heavy as he leaned over to kiss my spine, a tender contrast to the raw intensity of his load.
Carlos tapped Jake’s shoulder, smirking. “My turn.” Jake eased out, leaving me empty, cum dripping out from my spent hole, but Carlos was swift, his dick sliding in raw, smooth and fast. His lean frame moved with precision, hips snapping, the slickness from Jake’s lube and semen making it filthy. I rocked back, meeting him, my body a furnace. Sam knelt by my face, offering his dick, and I took it, sucking deep, his massive size filling my mouth, spit dripping as I worked him. And I couldn’t help thinking, I can't believe this is happening to me.
“Switch,” Nate called, and Carlos pulled out, replaced by Nate’s jock bulk. His thrusts were powerful, jolting me, his hands gripping my waist like iron. I pulled off Sam, gasping, and Al was there, kissing me sloppy, his tongue tangling with mine. “You’re driving us wild,” he whispered, and I grinned, drunk on the desire.
Al took his turn, his dick plunging in raw, his pace wild and relentless. I pushed back, hungry, loving the raw intimacy, the stretch of taking him bare. Carlos knelt in front, and I sucked him, his dick sleek and musky by now, my tongue swirling. Nate’s fingers teased my hole alongside Al’s thrusts, the double sensation making me tremble, my dick throbbing untouched, I wanted to savor this.
“Fuck, I’m there,” Al gasped, hips stuttering. “Inside?”
“Yes,” I demanded, clenching around him. He let out a sharp breath, and I felt the warm flood of his load, slick and deep, filling me. The room cheered, and Al pulled out, breathless, smacking my ass lightly. “You really are a fucking legend,” he panted.
Carlos was next, sliding in easy, Al’s load making it wet. He fucked hard, his tattoos glinting, hands digging into my hips. Nate’s dick was back in my mouth, and I sucked with everything, my body humming. Carlos’s breath hitched, and his load surged, joining Al’s, a second wave of warmth that made me hum with pleasure.
Nate didn’t wait, his dick plunging in, the mess of two loads making every thrust loud and slick. His jock strength pinned me, each thrust a claim, and I loved it, my body singing. Sam’s tongue licked my ear, slow and wet, while Al’s fingers teased my dick, stroking just enough to keep me on edge. Nate’s rhythm faltered, and his load flooded me, the fourth, dripping down my thighs as he pulled out, panting.
Sam stepped up, his nine-inch dick fully hard, a glistening beast I craved. He slicked himself with lube, pressing against my hole, slow and careful. The stretch was immense, a sharp burn that melted into pleasure as he inched inside, his hands gentle but firm. I breathed deep, pushing back, taking him fully, the fullness overwhelming, my vision blurring. “Fuck, Sam,” I panted, rocking against him.
“You’re a fucking king,” he said, voice thick, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust deep, hitting that spot. Al knelt in front, and I sucked him, his dick slick from earlier. Sam’s pace quickened, and his load—number five—joined the others, a hot rush that left me trembling, my hole stretched wide, dripping with their frat seed.
The others—Al, Nate, Carlos—headed to the shower, their laughter echoing, leaving me and Jake on the bed. My body was slick, hole gaping from Sam’s massive dick, but I was still hungry, eyes locked on Jake. He knelt beside me, his hand brushing my cheek. “You okay, wild boy?” he asked, voice soft, eyes searching.
I grinned, pulling him close. “Fucking loved it. Now you, again.”
His smile was tender, but his dick was hard, ready. He didn’t need any lube, sliding into my stretched hole with ease, the mess of five loads making it smooth and filthy. His thrusts were slow, passionate, each one a connection, his hands tracing my sides. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. “You really are everything,” he whispered, his rhythm steady, intimate, like it was just us.
I rocked against him, enjoying the gentleness after the frenzy, my body still alight if somewhat spent. His hand found my dick, stroking slow, and the pleasure built, soft but overwhelming. My own orgasm hit quietly, cum shooting across my chest, my breath hitching as Jake’s load joined the others, a sixth warm flood inside me. We kissed again, snowballing the taste of the night, our tongues slow and sweet.
We collapsed, tangled in sheets, his arm over my chest. “Isaac,” he said, voice low, “whatever you choose—ASU, Christian college, something else—do it for you. You’re fucking incredible, and I’m here, always.”
I nodded, chest tight with gratitude. “Thanks, Jake. You’re guys are almost family now, a very weird family who fucks each other, but still.”
He smiled and chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Always, wild boy.”
I glanced at the clock—3 a.m. “Fuck,” I said, bolting upright. “My flight’s in three hours. I gotta go.”
Jake’s eyes softened, but he nodded. “Go. Text me when you land.”
I dressed, legs shaky, their loads still dripping inside me, a reminder of my freedom. The frat’s laughter echoed from the shower as I slipped out, the dawn waiting to pull me back to my parents’ world. But I was Isaac, wild and free, and no matter what came next, I’d carry this night forever.
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That morning, I had no time to sleep. I scrambled to pack, my body aching in the best way, every muscle a reminder of Room 312—Jake’s tender thrusts, Sam’s nine-inch stretch, six loads still inside me. A long shower barely dulled the rawness of my stretched hole, and when I felt the cum still seeping, I improvised, grabbing two pairs of boxers and lining them with a maxi pad I found under the hotel sink. The padding chafed, sticky and awkward, but it held the evidence of my rebellion.
At the airport, my parents knelt in prayer by a gate, their heads bowed, oblivious. I knew what I had to do. “Need to work on a new psalm,” I mumbled, and Mom’s face lit up, beaming with pride. But instead, I pulled out my phone and started my Arizona State University application, fingers flying, heart racing with defiance.
On the plane, wedged between them, Dad patted my head, his voice warm. “So proud of you, Isaac—graduating, turning eighteen, a godly path ahead.” I flashed a sheepish grin, biting back a laugh. If only he knew. Hours ago, I’d been gangbanged by an entire fraternity, their cum still leaking, the maxi pad barely containing the mess. I shifted, praying they wouldn’t catch the faint cummy scent clinging to me. But did it matter? I had my driver’s license, my car, and Cabo behind me—this vacation was the spark of a new life. I hoped they’d accept me, but I was ready for any fallout. Trapped at 30,000 feet, they couldn’t exactly storm off.
Dad turned, eyes bright. “Isaac, you’ll shine at Lynchburg Baptist College. Let’s pray you get in once more.”
I shook my head, voice steady. “Yeah, about that. Ma, Pa, we need to talk. Like, really talk.”
