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'Look, we're stuck here until morning, and it's going to be cold. Let's just try to stay warm and sleep.'

The Miz grunted, frustrated. Dean on the other hand, didn't mind. The two of them had been in the car, traveling with Zack Ryder when the battery in the car died. Everyone seemed to have left before them, and nobody would be around until tomorrow, the only option there was to spent the night on the side of the road.

To stay warm, they all agreed body heat would help, and sleeping in the back seat seemed like the best option. Dean got his way, getting the spot in the middle as Ryder sat on his left and Miz on his right. With merely a blanket to share between them, staying warm was going to be a bit harder than they thought.

'We'll be lucky to survive without getting sick..'

'Being negative won't help, at least Dean's trying.'

'Oh, two on one, ain't that..'

The Miz trailed off as Dean pressed his lips against his. Ryder choked on his breathe as Dean slid onto Miz's lap, straddling him. The blanket rolled off all three, hanging just onto Ryder's legs from the knees down as they broke from the kiss and Dean leaned against the back of the passenger seat.

'What.. what was that?'

'Look, there's only one way we'll survive the night. Get the blood pumping. That's my speciality. You can take part and get warm, or Ryder over there gets the night of his life. I do practically anything..' He leaned into Miz's ear, 'anything.'

When he didn't get an complaint, Dean's hands went to work on The Miz's pants, undoing the button and zipper. Ryder licked his lips, inching closer to the duo as Miz turned his cheek to Dean when he went for another kiss.

'Turn around, I don't need to look at you when you're on my dick.'

To most people, that would hurt, but not to Dean. Half the men he's been with would rather not look at him but rather his back or his ass as they slid in and now. All he knew was The Miz was half-hard, Ryder was ready to go and he had his work cut out for him.

'Did I stutter? Turn around.'

Dean did what he was told, pressing his chest against the passenger seat as hands hooked the waistband of his hands. He knew they had to be Ryder, and his pants slipped over his ass, down to his knees. The Miz lifted his hips and slid his underpants down, freeing himself as he took himself in hand, stroking until he grew as hard as he could.

'Okay, I'm ready.'

Sitting back, hands attached to Dean's hips as he was guided until he lined up with Miz. He took a deep breathe, his body tensing as the hard head began to enter him without any lube. Dean was an expert in bed, all he had to do was relax that was never real easy until all movement stopped. Inch by inch, he took more of Miz's dick inside of him until it was finally buried balls deep and Dean was literally sitting in the other man's lap.

Both Miz and Ryder moaned, one because it felt incredible to be inside the man passed around more than a towel in the locker room was essentially virgin tight and the other because the sight was incredible. Ryder's hand massaged his genitals over the fabric as the other attempted to fix that issue - undoing anything that was in his way of getting the clothes off.

'Fuck.. you feel good.'

Dean loved compliments, and being relaxed, he began to move. Pulling up, he pushed back down and the took dick back into him, setting the pace for hard and deep. His ass cheeks slapped against Miz's firm thighs, an erotic sound of flesh against flesh as he looked out the windshield. Miz's head lulled back against his seat, continuing to guide Dean while his dick was rode like not many ever have.

Managing to finally slip out of his hands, Ryder took his hard erection in hand as it pointed straight up (due to sitting down) while Miz's dick curved slightly to the left and Dean's curved against his stomach. As he watched the other two and touched himself, Ryder imagined what it would be like for Dean to cum.. the fluid splashing against that body.

Unexpectedly, Dean pulled completely off of The Miz and scooted over to Ryder, sticking his pert ass out.

'Wh.. what? Come on!'

'You ain't the only one getting in one the action, I'll finish you off.. Ryder won't take long.'

Dean winked at Ryder, and all the heat flushed from him. Under different circumstances, the comment would be offensive but he wasn't wrong. It'd been a while since Ryder had got off and he was halfway to release from touching himself. He'd be happy to last five minutes inside Dean, as this was one of the few times he was the top in sex. Already stretched, Dean slid down all 5 1/2 inches of Ryder and both men moaned.

Wrapping his arm around him, Ryder took Dean's shaft in one hand as the other held him by the hip, Dean rolling his hips to set the pace. As his hips rolled forward, Ryder's hand slid down his shaft while the dick inside of him stroked his prostate. The two never broke contact, Dean remaining in his lap the whole time as the pace grew quicker and quicker.

Moaning, Dean's head laid on Ryder's right shoulder, his mouth parted as he moaned - but he made sure the third man got to have his fun. Dean's hand wrapped around Miz's shaft, running his hand up the base and twisting. It wasn't quite like getting to pound his ass, but there wasn't any issues about getting jerking off by Dean.

'Fuck.. fuck.. I'm close.'

Ryder nuzzled Dean's neck, his fingers beginning to dig into the flesh of the other man's hip. The car grew steamy, the three had beads of sweat rolling down them, adding to the friction. Precum leaked from Dean, as did Miz, adding a bit of lube to the handjobs being given.

Dean's pace grew faster, his hand pumping Miz's dick at the same time his hips rolled sending wave after wave through Ryder's dick - each wave building up his desire. Dean could feel Ryder beginning to twitch and he clenched his ass muscles just enough to bring him over the edge as he grinded his hips.

'Bro.. bro.. fuuuuuck.'

Ryder released a gutted moan as he exploded. With each twitch of his dick, he spewed more and more semen into Dean, his muscles locking as he unloads everything he has to offer inside the man. Dean continued rolling his hips, milking Ryder's orgasm as his own shaft continued to thrust into the hand that finally brought him to cum.

Dean's first shot went flying, hitting the cup holder between the driver and passenger seat, and the rest spilled into either Ryder's hand or the seat between both men's legs, the heat in the car being almost unbearable as sweat poured down them. Dean collapsed against Ryder's broad chest as he came from his high.

Leaning over, while Ryder remained buried into Dean, semen rolling slowly out of him and down Ryder's softening genitals, Dean took Miz into his mouth. Weak from his muscles spasming in orgasm, he let the man face fuck him and Miz didn't hold back as his dick claimed his mouth like it would belong to nobody but him.

'This mouth, mmm..'

Miz grinded his crotch into Dean's face as Dean deepthroated him, any second he was going to explode but he wanted to get as much pleasure as he could out of this encounter. One thing he was proud of, beyond all else was that he didn't have a gag reflex, something men like Miz loved to exploit.

'Shit.. get ready..'

On cue, Miz reached his climax and released string after string of warm spunk down Dean's throat. Miz held Dean's head down as he unloaded, every inch of him buried in that mouth as he felt the throat around him constrict every so often to swallow everything. With each swallow, he dragged out more than even Miz knew he could spill but slowly.. his orgasm came to an end as the biggest shit eating grin crossed his lips.

'I think.. I think we'll do just fine tonight.'


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