50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 4

                                                            50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                      Chapter 4

     "Open up, let's see that tongue again," Dean commanded. Seth complied, showing Dean the glistening pinkness of the inside of his mouth while still gazing up at him dreamily. He was mentally drifting off into a place where the only thing that mattered was doing what Dean told him to do in the hopes of pleasing him. If Dean wanted a cock slut, he was going to be the best slut that he possibly could be. If he wanted to take Seth's anal virginity, he was going to let him, right in front of his other teammate, who at that moment was leaned back against the headboard, watching intently.
     Dean seized the moment and shoved his still-hard cock into Seth's waiting mouth. Again Seth started to draw his gloved hands up toward's Dean's crotch to get a better hold on what he was sucking, but Dean had other ideas. He took Seth's hands and placed them flat against his stomach, flexing his abs, and began to draw them up slowly towards his chest, enjoying the novel feeling of the buttery-soft leather gliding over his torso. The hot mouth on his cock was working him up even quicker this time, since he had already had to stop once before to keep from coming too soon.
     Seth was sucking intently, working his mouth up and down. Dean's cock was pulsing with a life of its own now, and it seemed like it was just getting thicker and thicker the more he sucked on it. His mouth made wet slurping sounds as he tried to jam that fuck stick as far back into his throat as he could without choking on it. Dean's head fell back and he let out a groaning "ohhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck" while still holding firm onto Seth's wrists. He then brought his head back down and closed his mouth over one of Seth's middle fingers. Even though there was a layer of hide separating it from the wetness in Dean's mouth, Seth could feel the heat through the leather and his own dick lurched in anticipation.
     Biting down on his glove tip, he drew his head back, sliding the glove off. He followed suit with the other hand afterward, and once Seth's hands were uncovered he took him by the wrists again and slid them back down to his pelvis. When Seth looked up again he saw Dean putting the gloves on himself, pulling them down tightly over his fingers and smoothing down the edges so that they lay flush. They were a perfect fit. He interlaced his fingers, cracking his knuckles backward, and said, "The driver should really be the one wearing the gloves, don't you think?" Seth nodded, pulling his mouth off momentarily, and pushed his hair back away from his face. He was sweating from the exertion and breathing heavily.
    Seth was at the point where he had to give his cock some room to breathe or he felt like it was going to bust through his jeans, Incredible Hulk-style. He reached down and unfastened the top button, looking up at Dean as he did so, his mouth still half open, his eyes pleading. "Go ahead," Dean allowed. Seth drew his zipper down and felt a rush of relief when the cooler air finally reached his nether regions. His cock was still being held back by his black jock but he didn't care at that point. He was just glad it was no longer trapped in that denim prison. He ran his hand along the outside of the cotton material, pressing the heel of his hand into the vein on the underside of his penis. It twitched and he moaned involuntarily.
     "Aw, what's the matter, Sethy? Dean asked in mock concern. "Does your cock need some attention too?  I bet you'd just love it if I did this, wouldn't you?" He reached down, grabbing onto Seth's dick through the jock and pulled him up off his knees. Seth's legs buckled, partly from the lack of blood flow from sitting awkwardly, and partly from the firm grip Dean had on his crank. "Whoa, easy there. We can't have you pass out and miss all the fun, now can we?"
     Dean took Seth by the hips and turned him to face Roman. He then slid in next to and slightly behind him, presenting Seth as though he was a gift. He looked at Roman with a cocky grin and without breaking eye contact, reached up with one finger on Seth's jawbone and turned his face toward him. Seth let his weight fall back against Dean's chest, fully in subspace now. He radiated pure sex. His tongue licked at the side of Dean's mouth like a kitten. "Please," he begged, wanting something, anything to happen.
     Roman, who up to that point had been sitting silently and observing them, sat up a bit more, shifting his weight onto one side and using his other hand to trace the outline of his stiffening meat through his pants. He still didn't really know what to make of all this, but sitting there looking at his two friends, Seth with his exquisitely honed body, begging to be used, and Dean with that fucking cocky, sexy attitude, intent on showing Roman exactly how much control he had over his submissive little slut, he figured he may as well go with it. Like Dean said, this was going to happen regardless, and he could either be a team player and stick around, or he could leave alone.
     Little did they know, he may have jacked off once (ok, a few times) while they were on the road while thinking about Seth's delicious looking ass. He could never get over how round it was and how much it resembled that of a really fit girl's. Watching him do squats at the gym was always exciting, and he found himself often wondering if that ass was even tighter on the inside. He wanted to find out, and now here was his chance.
     "You go first," said Roman to Dean, "Because once I get up in there, I'm going to fucking wreck it."
Dean nodded and pushed Seth into the bed, his knees on the edge of the mattress, and he fell over onto his hands, now even closer to where Roman was reclining. "Get up there," Dean said, motioning for him to get on his hands and knees. Seth did so, his breath hitching as though he was almost going to hyperventilate. "I think he's got something for you."
     Roman sat up a little bit more and began unfastening his pants. Seth's eyes lasered in on the massive bulge that was beginning to tent the khaki fabric tightly. He knew Roman's cock was big, having seen it in the locker room before on many occasions, but this was the first time he was seeing it in an aroused state, and from what he could see thus far, it was impressive. Dean was watching it too, his hands reaching around Seth's waist to tug down his jeans. Seth assisted by lifting up one knee at a time so he could slide them down and off his lower legs. Once they were completely off, Dean took a step back and drank in the sight of Seth's perfectly rounded ass cheeks, luridly framed by the black straps of the jock he still had on. He reached down and squeezed his own cock while putting a thumb in his mouth, getting it wet with his saliva. Starting at the top of Seth's ass crack, he ran the thumb slowly downward until it was directly over his tiny pink anus. He started rubbing it in little circles, stroking his own cock simultaneously. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he boasted.
     Roman watched as Dean smacked Seth's ass on both sides at the same time, the slaps muffled by the leather gloves he was now wearing. He squeezed the rounded globes and spread them apart. "Ass up," he commanded, which Seth did, arching his back and presenting it to him. Dean suddenly dropped down to his knees, let out a low growl that mingled with a lusty chuckle and licked Seth all the way up his seam. Seth's eyes grew wide with surprise and his mouth hung open, gasping at the overwhelming intensity of the sensation. Roman grinned watching his expressions. While Dean busied himself vigorously rimming Seth's asshole, Roman pulled his now fully engorged member out, holding it straight up. Seth looked up just in time to see what looked to be about ten inches of cock that resembled a sawed-off baseball bat. Roman's blue eyes were still giving him that same look as when he had first seen him on his knees, sucking Dean's cock like he was poisoned and it had the antidote.
     "Oh. My. GOD." Seth exclaimed when the realization of what was undoubtedly going to happen washed over him. He was about to get railed by Dean's hefty unit, and then Roman was going to take a turn with that huge horse cock of his. Dean's head popped back up upon hearing Seth's cry, and he saw Roman getting up onto his knees on the bed, his dick bobbing heavily as he worked his way into position in front of Seth's head. "Whoa, you got a permit for that?" he cracked. Roman smiled. He never got tired of the reactions when someone saw his hard cock for the first time.
     Dean, ever the pot-stirrer, stood back up and grabbed Seth by the hair, pulling him back up onto his knees again. Still holding him by a clump of hair, he reached around and ran his gloved hand inside Seth's jock, closing it around his shaft and stroking slowly. Seth's breathing was ragged and he let out a whine that dropped in tone as he thrusted his hips in time with Dean's motions. Putting his lips right up to Seth's ear, he said "You see that cock right there? That's going inside you. So you better put that little magic mouth of yours to work on it now, and maybe if you're lucky he won't last that long destroying that pretty little bum."
     Roman moved even closer, and now he was right up on Seth. He put his huge hands on Seth's chest and pushed him back harder against Dean. He ran his hand up the back of Seth's head and Dean removed his so Roman could have his way with him. "Face down," he ordered, gripping a mixture of blonde and brunette hair in his fist.