Sleepover Cumdump - Part 4

All Characters Are 18+ And Consenting

Mr. Harlan flipped a burger, not even looking up. “Fine by me. You boys just try not to make too much noise tonight. I have to be up early tomorrow.” His eyes also slid to Connor. 

Connor’s stomach flipped, dick already twitching in the wet trunks.

“Sounds good.” He added to the chat, cock already hard for what he knew was coming.

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The sun dipped low, painting the pool water orange before everyone finally climbed out for the night. Burgers long gone, beers still flowing thanks to Mr. Harlan restocking the cooler. The boys toweled off, trunks clinging wet to their thighs, and headed back down to the basement with a sense of anticipation and excitement for they all knew what was about to happen.

The basement felt different that second night. The air was thicker, warmer, like everyone had been holding their breath all day and finally let it out. String lights glowed soft again, casting long shadows across the carpet and beanbags. Empty beer cans rolled around from earlier, and the faint smell of chlorine still clung to their skin from the pool.

They didn’t even pretend to start with video games this time. Someone tossed a controller aside after five minutes, and then Tyler tackled Connor onto the pile of unzipped sleeping bags in the middle of the floor. Laughter turned into heavy breathing real quick. Everyone’s trunks got yanked down and kicked off into corners. 

Connor landed on his back, legs spread, heart pounding. His little cock was already hard, curving up toward his stomach, tip shiny. The other four stood around him, stroking themselves slow, eyes hungry.

Ethan broke the silence first, voice rough from the beer. “Look at him. Already hard…practically begging without saying a word.”

Connor swallowed hard, cheeks burning, but he couldn’t look away from all those hard cocks pointing at him. Ethan’s thick one leaking at the tip. Tyler’s fat, uncut shaft looking even heavier up close. Alex’s long dick with that swollen head. Jake’s straight, familiar six inches that Connor had jerked earlier in the pool.

“Please,” Connor whispered, barely loud enough to hear. “I want it.”

Jake grinned down at him, stepping closer. “Good boy.”

That sent a shiver straight through Connor’s body.

Tyler moved first, thick thighs straddling Connor’s chest, kneeling high so his heavy balls dragged over Connor’s nipples. He tapped that fat cock against Connor’s lips once, twice, then pushed in. Connor opened wide, moaning as the foreskin slid over his tongue, salty and chlorinated. Tyler didn’t go slow. He rocked forward steady, feeding more until Connor gagged soft, eyes watering, but he kept sucking greedily.

At the same time Alex dropped to his knees between Connor’s legs. He pressed his tongue to Connor’s hole and gave it one long lick before tracing circles around it and slowly pushing it in and out. Then he spat into his palm, slicked his long cock, and rubbed the head over Connor’s hole, teasing. Connor pushed back desperate. Alex chuckled slid in with one long thrust until his hips pressed flush. Connor’s back arched off the floor, muffled cry vibrating around Tyler’s shaft.

Alex started moving right away, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. Every drag lit Connor up inside, making his toes curl.

Jake and Ethan stood on either side, watching close, fists moving slow on their own dicks. After a minute Jake reached over and wrapped his hand around Ethan’s thick shaft, replacing Ethan’s. Ethan groaned soft, hips rocking into the grip. Ethan returned the favor, big hand pumping Jake steady. They jerked each other off lazily while staring down at Connor getting filled from both ends.

The room filled with wet sounds. Tyler’s hips slapping Connor’s face. Alex’s thighs hitting his ass. Spit dripping down Connor’s chin. Low grunts and heavy breathing from the entire group.

Tyler pulled out suddenly, his cock shiny and dripping. “Switch.”

They rotated quickly. Jake flipped Connor over into doggy and took his mouth now, sliding in fast. “Good boy,” he murmured again, fingers threading through Connor’s red hair, guiding him deeper. “Suck it just like that.”

Tyler lined up behind him, spreading Connor’s cheeks wide. That fat head pressed in slow, stretching him open wide. Connor whined high around Jake’s cock as Tyler bottomed out, balls snug against him. Tyler didn’t wait. He started pounding hard and short, making Connor’s whole body jolt forward onto Jake.

Ethan was waiting his turn patiently, stroking himself while Alex moved up to Connor’s side. Alex fed his slick cock into Connor’s free hand, letting him jerk it messy.

Ethan sank in when Tyler finally pulled out, that thick seven inches splitting Connor wider. He fucked long and deep, leaning over Connor’s back, biting his shoulder as he fucked him. “So fucking loose already,” Ethan muttered against his skin. “Taking us so easy.”

Connor pulled off Jake long enough to gasp. “Harder. Please, fuck me harder.” Then he saw movement and looked over in the corner by the stairs. There stood Mr. Harlan in just a pair of boxers, his hand buried inside them moving quickly. He put his finger to his lips in a shush motion as he stared at the scene in front of him. The other boys were too busy to notice him. Connor let out a deep moan at seeing this.

Jake shoved back in to quiet him, grinning.

They kept passing him around like that for what felt like forever. Every guy got deep in his ass, every guy got sucked sloppy. When he could sneak a glance, Connor would watch Mr. Harlan jerking in the dark, watching them use him. Connor’s hole stayed full, red and gaping between turns, leaking down his thighs. His face was wet with spit and precum, hair messy, voice wrecked from moaning.

At one point Ethan lay flat on the sleeping bags and pulled Connor down on top of him, guiding him to sit on that thick cock. Connor sank down slow, groaning loud as it filled him completely. Ethan gripped his hips and started thrusting up hard, bouncing him.

Tyler stepped in front again, feeding his fat dick back into Connor’s mouth, fucking his throat in time with Ethan’s upward snaps.

Alex and Jake knelt close on either side. Connor reached out blind, hands finding their cocks, jerking them fast and chaotic. But Alex and Jake were already worked up from earlier. Alex leaned over and took Jake’s dick from Connor’s hand, stroking him firm. Jake did the same to Alex, big hand pumping that long shaft. They jerked each other off steady, eyes locked on Connor riding and sucking.

Connor was lost in it, body shaking, little cock slapping wet against his stomach with every bounce.

Tyler came first this round, pulling out and shooting thick ropes across Connor’s face and tongue. Connor opened his mouth to catch as much as he could, licking his lips for more.

Alex followed right after, letting go of Jake to aim at Connor’s chest, painting long stripes over his nipples and stomach.

Jake groaned low, hand flying faster on himself now, and unloaded into Connor’s hair and down his neck.

Ethan kept pounding from below, hitting that spot that made Connor yelp relentless. “Tell me where,” he panted.

“On me,” Connor begged, voice hoarse. “Please cover me.”

Ethan lifted him off, stood over him quick, and jerked hard. Thick spurts landed across Connor’s stomach and chest, mixing with Alex’s load, pooling in his navel.

Connor looked down at himself, glazed and dripping, face messy, hole throbbing empty and used. He grabbed his own little cock, pumped it frantic just a few times, and came hard with a broken moan, shooting clear ropes across his own sticky stomach, adding to the mess. He looked up to where Mr. Harlan was previously and found the space empty, but noticed the boxers he had on were laying on the step, a visible dark spot on the front from where he’d cum in them. An invitation for later?

They all collapsed around him in a sweaty heap, breathing ragged, skin sliding against skin. Tyler wiped a thumb across Connor’s cheek, smearing the cum there, then pressed ir into Connor’s mouth. Jake ruffled Connor’s messy hair, laughing soft.

“Best sleepover we’ve ever had,” Ethan muttered, arm slung over Connor’s waist.

Connor just smiled, exhausted and warm, body humming. No one bothered cleaning up much. They stayed tangled together on the floor, naked and sticky, passing one last warm beer around before the snores started.

Morning would come eventually, but for now the basement was quiet again, just five friends closer than ever, Connor right in the middle where he belonged.