Loosening Greg's Knot: Chapter Four

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The following is from Greg’s POV.

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“I want you to fuck me.”

The words left my lips, and Steve’s mouth dropped, the energy between us electric. My dick was riding hard within my jock, still restrained, Steve’s cock sliding hard and wet against my hole, still slicked with spit from when he’d feverishly eaten me out.

Steve looked at Coach, as if asking for permission. And then responded, his voice firm.

“Not just yet,” he said, nodding down at me. “Still need to train that hole.”

Coach stepped away, walking over to that cabinet of curiosities behind him. He’d left and reappeared with that plug yesterday, the one that had left me at once horny and terrified. Somehow, he’d fit that thing inside me, slowly sliding it in and letting it ride hard against my interior node, the whole experience sending my body into overdrive.

What would he pull out today?

After fumbling within its confines, Coach finally turned around with his selected instrument.

My jaw dropped.

Fuck.

What he held in his hand was a plug, a new one.

But it was twice the size of the one from yesterday, its diameter far surpassing anything I thought I could fit inside me.

I glanced at Steve, his face also turning in mild alarm. This dude could take a lot, but it seemed even he had never seen something that big before.

“C’mon, Steve,” he said. “Let’s get this inside him.”

Coach approached, putting the plug in Steve’s hand, along with a small container of lube.

“I—” Steve seemed hesitant.

“Don’t worry—he can take it,” Coach said, his voice certain. “He’s a big boy.”

Steve looked down at me, reading my expression. I might have been nervous, a bit shaken, but if Coach believed, then I did too.

“Do it,” I said, assuaging his fears.

I didn’t know if I could take it, but then I hadn’t believed I could take the one yesterday either.

And so Steve popped open the lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand. Taking the toy, he slicked its entire face, its full surface glistening and wet.

Coach came along beside him, lowering himself down for a better view.

“That’s it,” he muttered, nudging Steve. “Let it in slow.”

Steve positioned himself before me, spitting onto my ass one last time for added ease, and then he placed the toy to my hole, gently rubbing it upon my puckered opening.

The toy was soft, almost a foam, its surface more inviting than the glass of the day before. It felt warmer, too, more comfortable, and so I took a deep breath.

Breathe and believe. Breathe and believe…

I watched Steve and Coach as they watched me, that initial first pinch of the toy’s entrance familiar. I knew this sensation—I knew what it meant, and also knew what was on the other side. I just had to get over this hump, this initial discomfort, all for the benefit of what was to come.

I felt myself opening, my inner walls parting, the sensation going straight to my dick, the toy willing me apart.

“Yeah,” Steve said encouragingly, his eyes darting between my hole and my face. “You got this.”

I felt him push harder, more assuredly, the toy finding its way deeper within.

Steve’s eyes widened, almost as if he couldn’t believe what we was seeing. I wasn’t a small guy, but this toy was massive.

And then just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, that I’d found my limit, I felt the toy release into me, the lips at my exterior coming back together, the base of the toy resting between my legs.

If yesterday was intense, the whole thing so new and electrifying, this was even wilder. I’d never felt so filled up before, not at my opening but within. The bulb shape of the plug meant that my prostate was riding even harder up against it, the effect causing my dick to swell to proportions unknown. It strained and strained against the jock, once again no match for my cock, almost ripping at the elastic.

“Fuck,” Steve said, shaking his head. “You did it.”

I grinned back.

“C’mere,” I said, nodding up. “Both of you.”

The pair of them came to either side of the table, Steve to my left and Coach to my right. I nodded up at him.

“C’mon, Coach,” I said. “Let’s see that cock.”

Steve and I grilled him, his expression somehow hesitant. He had his two star players naked and plugged, but somehow getting in on the action was a bridge too far.

But then he slowly acquiesced, reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head, and then reaching for the waistband of his shorts and letting his cock fall out.

Like Steve, I wondered in that moment how I had ever not seen him as an object of desire. The two of them were a study in contrasts, the best kind of combination I was coming to realize.

Steve, the ripped, lean jock, and Coach, the muscle dad with a little extra, almost double his size, every muscle padded with a layer that gave his pecs, his shoulders that added heft.

And his cock, the cock that I’d sucked the day before—it was beautiful, the perfect balance of thick and long. It was bigger than Steve’s piston, if not as big as mine, but it hardly mattered.

I stared up at them, now both naked beside me, and reached for each of their cocks, pulling them closer to me.

Each hovered just above my face, and I stared at them greedily.

This—this, was the very thing that I’d always wanted but couldn’t ask for. This was the very thing that guys like me didn’t do.

Sucking two dicks at once.