“Look at you,” he said. Warm. Gay sex “But now it’s time to taste all your brothers.”He tipped the goblet. Not our cocks. But my gut twisted with instinct.Chase looked down at me, his presence towering. He just walked forward, slow and silent, and came like he was handing me a part of his soul.His strokes were slower. “You’re gonna drink from that cup like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”The room was pulsing.Five brothers. Good. His thighs flexed, his chest rose and fell, his moans deepening. One, two strokes and then it started.Thick white ropes spilled out of him, hitting the inside of the cup with a sticky splat.Another burst.And another.He groaned as he emptied into it, balls flexing, his breath ragged. Tighter. But my gut twisted with instinct.Chase looked down at me, his presence towering. Not fully. He leaned back, rubbing one thumb around the tip, hips rocking slightly as his hand started moving.
