The radio was still playing some slow country song, soft and weirdly romantic against the slap of skin and my muffled moans.Dean shoved deeper down my throat, barely giving me time to breathe. “You think about this when you’re at school?” he growled. Gay porn I pretended not to notice at first, but I always did. I needed it.They fucked me slow at first, grinding against each other inside me, making me feel every inch. “Boy’s always ready, isn’t he?”I nodded, throat tight. Dean grabbed a six-pack on the way out, cracked one before we even hit the end of the driveway. His fingers scissored, stretched, pressed deep, and I whimpered around Dean’s cock.“Fuckin’ music to my ears,” Travis muttered, lining up behind me.The first thrust knocked the air out of me.I moaned into Dean’s cock, throat tightening as Travis filled me, inch by inch. Dean grunted from the front seat. Couldn’t think. My mouth was still full of Travis.
