Requested by: Joker Dark Bloom

'Oh.. ugh.. keep going..'

Dean's tongue swirled around the tip of Tyson's mushroom headed dick, the Canadian flat on his back with his legs parted. Dean's hands wrapped under thick, firm legs and held onto Tyson's thighs as his mouth began to do one of the few things he did exceptionally.

Stark naked, Dean's knees dug gently into the mattress as Cesaro rummaged behind him, nothing but silk briefs separating him from the other two. With his back arched, the plump ass of his pointedly firmly in the air, the Swiss Superman groping both cheeks with his calloused hands.

Fingers began to inch closer, his ass slightly parted as Dean hissed when a faint coolness nipped at his hole.. the thick pointed finger of Cesaro teased it. To be in this position, to be in bed with men most in the locker room would never have a chance with? It meant something. It stroked Dean's pride, as much as he hoped they'd stroke him inside and out.

Tyson's thighs tensed around Dean's head, the heels of his bare feet digging into upper back as Dean's warm mouth slide further down his shaft, swallowing around him. With two hands buried in hair of the man sucking him off, Tyson grinded his hips into the face of his partner, feeling his tip push at hanging tonsils.

'Who knew.. such blonde little ass hairs.'

Cesaro pushed two fingers into Dean with bare minimum on lubricant, the pointer and middle finger pushing past thick walls of muscle that clenched around them. Knuckle deep, he wiggled the digits as the muscles around him began to loosen enough for him to slip in a third.

Pulling out, Cesaro pushed his fingers forward, setting a slow pace of digit fucking Dean much to the pleasure of the man of many kinks. Some people would consider it degrading, being fingered by someone but when that someone is like Cesaro, who knows how to stroke all the right spots and the person being degraded is into being treated like someone's whore in bed? It revs up the attraction.

Dean's fingers pressed harder into Tyson's thighs as he attempted to focus all his energy into bobbing his head, rocking his hips back into the fingers for an effective routine they all could get into.

'We got an eager to please, Tyson.. this should be fun.'

Withdrawing his fingers, Cesaro stripped out of the briefs that contained his hard shaft, it bobbing gently against his stomach as it became exposed to the room. Taking himself in hand, he moved his hand up the base, squeezing gently to leak precum that he could use to slick the thick head of his shaft. Kneeling onto the bed, between Dean's legs, he lined himself up at the stretched and quivering hole.. slipping into the tight heat with a groan.

Cesaro's hands went to Dean's hips, his fingers curling around them as Tyson's toes curled, his impending orgasm coming closer and closer as his dick was bobbed up and down on.. Dean's rough tongue worshipping the sensitive underside of his shaft. His hips bucked slightly, thrusting deeper into the mouth that worked him over, Dean's lips swollen and plump.

Pulling out until just the tip remained, Cesaro bucked his hips forward as he buried himself balls deep into Dean, who pushed his ass out even further to allow the man deeper. In no time, the pace was set as every thrust sent Dean deeper down on Tyson, his nose prodding thick pubic hair each time and as his mouth pulled off the dick, Cesaro pulled out and went back in.

Dean leaked precum onto the sheets, his dick hanging half-hard and ignored as the men used him for sexual gratification. He craved to be touched, but with each stab at his prostate, Dean found himself closer and closer to getting the cum fucked out of him.

'I see why you're in such demand..'

Cesaro's head fell forward, his hips doing all the work as Tyson began to grip the sheets with one hand, his knuckle turning white as his grip tightly balled it up. He grinded into Dean's face, his balls rubbing against chin stubble that sent waves of pleasure into him as Dean accepted the facial abuse.

Thrust after thrust.. Tyson's back arched off the bed as the one hand he still had in Dean's hair locked his head into place, cumming.

'I'm.. I'm cummin.. UGH.'

Semen erupted from the slit of Tyson's dick, shooting down Dean's throat as he face fucked him to empty all the warm, salty spunk he could. Against his face, he could feel Tyson's balls tighten and relax with every string sent down his torn up throat and he tried to swallow all that he could.

Finishing, Tyson plopped back down on the bed as Dean's mouth cleaned any semen off Tyson's dick, the salty taste and his prostate being punished sending him over the edge as he felt himself explode at three-quarters mass.

Unloading onto the bed sheets, Dean released a gutted moan as his grip on Tyson's thighs became hard enough to leave bruises. Stars formed behind his eyes as Cesaro's thick shaft pounded at his prostate while he came, each shot harder and harder until he couldn't unload anymore.

Going limp, his face laid in Tyson's crotch as his ass was relentlessly pounded, his ass muscles tensing around Cesaro, bringing him over the edge of bliss.

'Fuck.. fuck..'

Exploding, Cesaro grunted as he began to empty himself deep inside Dean, shot after shot of warmth filling the inside of him as heavy balls unloaded. Until now, Dean had never felt someone cum so much.. any woman that rode Cesaro's dick would end up pregnant. Hell, Dean could end up pregnant as Cesaro pulled out of him, two last twitches of cum spurting out against Dean's juicy ass.

Dean groaned, he could feel the cum inside of him beginning to seep up, his ass stretched and filled with more than it could handle.

'We've got to do this again some time.'

'Next time, we both claim that ass though.. yeah?'

Tyson chuckled.

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