He bathed in the light of the morning. Leide was warming up. A clear, cloudless day so far. That always meant it would get real hot. Glossy sheen reflecting the sun on the black of the car. Parked nearby, barely off the road. Other cars occasionally passed, mostly toward Insomnia, kicking up dust.
Days away from the city, a fire burned inside Noctis. He had a hard on and hadn't had his morning piss and needed a shit too. All the prayers of a kingdom ran through his veins. He was the only one awake. Gladiolus, Promto and Ignis had given him a lot of shit for being the last up yesterday. Noctis rubbed sleep from his eyes, smoothed out his hair in the car's mirror. Waking this soon must've been his body's way of retaliating.
Gladio was nearest to the tent flap, lying on his front, head on its side. His sleeping bag, zipped fully open, lay like a quilt, clinging to his ankles. One foot exposed. A few hairs on his toes and tops of his foot glinted in the sunlight. Apparently his nocturnal tossing and turning ended like that.
Beside Gladio was Prompto. If not for the rise and fall of his chest, it would be as if Prompto had died. Still and quiet, he was laid on his back, arms pointed straight down beside his torso. Finally, Ignis, lay contorted on the far side of the tent half out of his sleeping bag, hair dishevelled, his snores broke the peace of the morning.
Noctis crouched over his shield. Pliant in his sleep, Gladiolus' eyes twitched beneath their lids. Open mouth expelling hot air. Beard a little more unruly on account of the sleep. He was trying to be a tough guy, but had a pretty face. Skin more sunkissed and blemished than the rest of the boys. Noctis traced the eagle tattoo on cords of muscle on his back to his red, silk boxer shorts. His ass, perky, filled them out.
As a his loyal shield, Noctis had been fucking Gladio for years, but he still had to earn the right to do it. It couldn't just happen. There were rules. And when they were fulfilled a shield took anything. It was his life for the king.
Noctis undid his own, being the only thing he wore that morning, other than a little smile. His cock stood hard and short from the fly of his black boxers. Smooth, it was darker than the rest of his skin, a thin foreskin regined around his purplish pink cockhead, not long enough to go beond it unless he stretched it out. He brought his person to Gladio's mouth, spit falling from the side. Jerking himself off, Gladio's quiet breaths caressed. The mouth responded, trembling and wet. Gladio groaned. His eyes flicked open, blinked a few times, and he made another noise. Noctis had no idea what it meant and hushed him. Gladio didn't protest, held his mouth around Noctis' cock. The prince continued jerking into the mouth. Saliva sticky as the soft corners of Gladio's mouth teased his foreskin's edge. Gladio was breathing out of his nose now, tickling Noctis' balls with his breath. His eyes were starting to focus more.
A few minutes later, Gladio abruptly started to struggle and Noctis held his arms down, playfully. It was a game they'd played well enough back in Insomnia. But after Gladio started to whine, Noctis realized he wasn't trying to escape, and so he lifted his knees and let Gladio shift onto his back.
Gladio's arm knocked Prompto.
"Huh…? Wh-what's up Noct?" he said.
"Not much," Noctis said, bringing Gladio's arm over his head, glimpsing the stubble of his armpit. (Gladio shaved most of the top of his body, he said it was better for the tattoo.) Gladio bobbed his head on Noctis' prick, light in his technique, and Noctis sighed into the warm wetness. They fixed their eyes on each other. Gladio had light brown eyes and thick lashes. Brows thick but clearly preened.
"Are you two…? Oh shit… " Prompto squinted at them.
Noctis chuckled, stroking his cockhead on Gladio's stuck out tongue, precum dripping from his foreskin, and said, "You want some? Come on."
"Shit…" Prompto repeated, yawning, pushing himself up - baby blue singlet falling down his chest. His eyes were pinker than usual and he had bags under them. He drew his skinny, white legs out from his sleeping bag, tent forming in his undies.
Noct eyed him and Prompto blushed, avoided his gaze.
"Just so you know Noct, I'm not gay."
"No shit."
"I'm not, okay?" Prompto glanced at Ignis, "Hey, what about…?"
"He wants some, he's gotta to wake up first. Come on, are you coming over or not?"
"Yeah, yeah." Prompto kneeled beside Gladio's head, rubbing his own crotch.
"Is Gladio gonna have to blow you over your underwear?" Noctis said, throwing his arm around Prompto's shoulders.
Prompto hesitated, but pulled his dick out. The shaft was pale; green-blue veins wormed its length. Bigger and longer than Noctis', though the head was a small, pink arrowhead. A snout of foreskin hung over it which Prompto pulled back and forth in his jerking. Stray blonde hairs dusted his crotch and his small ballsack; which had a white raphe dividing the blushing pink nuts. Prompto held his dick to Gladio's face, occasionally brushing it against Noctis', the soft sensitive touch a pleasing contrast to the slobbering mouth of Gladio.
"Remember, his face is just a hole for your dick. No gayer than fucking a piece of raw meat. Don't worry Prompto."
"Okay, okay," Prompto said, sliding his dick against the silky bow of Gladio's lips.
The shield accepted it, having to bend to take Prompto alongside Noctis, sucking between both' cocks, grunting. It was really starting to smell like dick. They weren't dirty per say but the stink accumulated under their foreskins over the night was being released. Gladio took his time sniffing their wet foreskins and Noctis moaned at that.
At his bladder pressing into his crotch, Noctis realize he still needed to have his morning piss.
"Hey Gladio, catch!" Noctis said, pointing his cock and shooting the first spirts of his pee. Gladio wrestled away from nosing Prompto's foreskin, to open that toilet bowl he called a mouth to accept his prince's piss.
Noctis pee became a heavy stream, Gladio closed the gap as the droplets began to escape him, wetting the green floor of the tent. Gladio fixed his mouth around Noctis' purplish cockhead, hot and pulsing with each swallow he made of the golden shower. The faint scent of piss rose.
"Wow," Prompto said stupidly.
Noctis grinned at him. "You need to piss?"
"S-sure." Prompto held his half hard dick up, Gladio pulled it into his mouth also.
Prompto's water entered the maw of Gladio's mouth stretched to accommodate them, just as Noctis felt his own piss become mere spurts, bladder feeling pleasingly like an empty bag of flesh inside him. Noctis' cock flopped out of Gladio, leaving drops of pee and precum on the shield's bearded cheek.
Noctis glanced over to the far side of the tent, where Ignis had finally awoken, and was on his knees in only black floral printed briefs and his glasses. He had already swept his dirty blonde hair back.
"Morning Noct, I was waiting for a moment more… opportune to interrupt."
"Morning. Care to join?"
"You've no need to ask."
"Then you better get over here."
While Noctis continued to straddled Gladio's chest pulling on his dick and rubbing it on Gladio's cheek, the shield had wrapped his pert lips around Prompto's dick to contain the pissing (anything he didn't catch he'd have to clean up) as Ignis came to Noctis' other side. He'd slipped from his briefs and jerked his dick. It was half hard and of a darker complexion than the rest of his skin. Longer than Noctis and Prompto's dicks but not too thick, making it lanky like his body, tapering to his small cockhead. A blue vein protruded especially along its length and around his short foreskin. His light brown pubes were trimmed neatly and he had no obvious chest hair. The rest of his lean body was not very hairy.
Gladio took Iggy by the dick to lean into his mouth, opening his face wider, Prompto stayed nestled in the side of Gladio's mouth, undulating his hips, as Ignis length parked beside it. Spurts of pee and spit escaping the mouth's cradle and dampening the floor of the tent. Meanwhile Noctis eased his small cock inbetween two shafts of meat between jerking his prick. Gladio's cheeks stretched to accommodate the three cocks, his huffing nose tickling their skin with breath. He looked up at Noctis wide eyed.
Prompto's dick flopped out and with it a bit of saliva with a quiet sigh, "Shit…"
He resumed stroking himself and aimed his pink crown around Gladio's mouth. Gladio tottered his mouth along the two remaining dicks, stealing both with his hands, releasing them and switching his mouth between them, moaning muffled around them. First Ignis, then Noctis. Prompto's dripping trunk had stopped its piss, but ghosted beside the other two wet snakes, waiting its turn. Ignis suddenly pushed his cock deep into Gladio's mouth, causing him to choke. Ignis' loose balls pooled over Gladio's chin.
Noctis jerking quickened. He rubbed his glans over Gladio's trembling nose. Ignis' forcefulness was so hot. Prompto drew their lines around Gladio's face, precum mixed with tears. Prompto poked Gladio's eye and apologised. Gladio grabbed his dick and started pumping.
Ignis unsheathed himself from Gladio's reddening lips, complimenting him. Gladio's tongue stayed out. He had no reprieve as Noctis replaced Ignis' dick. Thrusting into the warm nethers of his mouth. Such a silky smooth pocket for dick. Any and all men could fuck his slut mouth and he wouldn't have said a word against it. Gladio's morning breath had become the stink of the tent.
Noctis' hips joggled with his movements, but Gladio found it much easier to manage the prince, Ignis even managed to muscle in again, gasping as Noctis thrust past his sensitive cockhead. The wet, hot mouth of his shield enveloped him so well, such a good hole to use, such a good maw to piss into.
When Noctis felt his orgasm nearing him he pulled out, Gladio's mouth moulding to Ignis'.
"We should get him around, c'mon," Noctis decided.
Ignis and Prompto manhandled the shield, their meat still hard and bobbing between their legs. Ultimately Gladio did most of the work himself, accidentally hitting Prompto in the dick with his foot and laughing as the little blonde nursed himself with exaggerated hurt.
They began again with Gladio on his front. Ignis and Prompto still porked his mouth. Prompto feeding him his dick, while Ignis dangled his smooth hairless nuts over his nose. Gladio occasionally releasing Prompto's cock to slobber on Ignis' balls Noctis meanwhile went downward. Peeling the sleeping bag away from Gladio's ankles, setting his legs out, slightly apart. Noctis lifted Gladio's foot and admired the pinkish, smooth soles. He smelled it experimentally, scenting Gladio's sweat and then licked his sole, the muscle tensed and released under his tongue. Noctis put Gladio's toes in his mouth, tasting the sparse hairs. It was strange, and he stopped after a few moments, unsure of what he was doing.
Noct returned to Gladio's pelvis. He yanked Gladio's boxers from his thighs, shimmied them over his knees and calfs, off his feet.
"Fuck," Noctis uttered under his breath.
The big, firm meat of his buttcheeks dimpled (Gladio shifted from blowing Ignis and Prompto) and were sheer and smooth; Gladio shaved his ass pretty regularly which was a bit less tanned than his chest. Noctis wrestled the slabs of meat apart, very few hairs ran the valley of his ass crack, rounding the circular rim of the asshole. Gladio's hole was about as immaculate as one could be. Running his finger over the anus, it was a puckered, barely-wrinkled slit and pretty much the same colour as the skin around it (if the vaguest bit more pink). The type of asshole someone might call "pretty". No matter how many times Noctis bred that perfect shithole, it always came back to the same smooth, tight shape. If he could've gotten harder, he would've.
Noctis lowered his mouth to Gladio's hole and spat; supplying it saliva with his finger. It took his finger tensely and flexed as Noctis dribbled more along the crack, flowing down towards the asshole. It certainly had an unwashed morning stink, smelling terribly of Gladio.
Suddenly, Prompto crouched beside Noctis, rubbing his hard cock. The pendulum of his nuts hanging low.
"Man… nice butt Gladio," Prompto said, grasping Gladio's buttcheeks with his free hand, quickening the pace of his jerking. Foreskin slapped wet over his blushing red cockhead. "These muscles… and that butthole..."
A hum sounded from the front of the foursome. Noctis glanced at Ignis there, who held his pissing dick into Gladio's gulping mouth. Some water falling, and ruining the tent floor.
"Get that ass up, Prompto," Noctis said. "C'mon, get him on his knees."
After being plied by Prompto, Gladio's ass was in the air, with his fit body on all fours and muscles strained, back arching. Dimples cut either side of his coccyx. Prompto grasped his asscheeks, Noctis hooked his fingers on the edge of Gladio's sphincter, dragging it open, spying inside the dark recesses of his ass. Red edges of his anal walls, warm and wet with spit. Only a little dirty, smelling a bit of shit as it struggled to close over Noctis harsh fingers. Gladio moaned, but maybe it was just cause Ignis was fucking his face.
Meanwhile Prompto zoned in on his taint, licking down, the insistence he wasn't a faggot had died. Gladio's anus flinched around Noctis fingers at his nethers being disturbed. The perineum was smooth, like the rest of Gladio (by the Astrals Gladio was sleek everywhere), except for the small, short skin seam which reached his balls and asshole. Prompto's mouth found Gladio's nuts and he stroked his dick. Gladio's ballsack was loose, only a little crinkly, but didn't drop very low, his fat, white plums still riding close to the end of his cock, graced with some dark hairs. Prompto tongued down Gladio's hard shaft, average length and more evenly than Prompto's cock (which was pulsing, so hard it stood against his chest) like everything about Gladio, but not really bigger than it. Ignis was bigger, though.
Noctis pulled his fingers from Gladio's hole and crouched over him, his cockhead tingling as it perused Gladio's crack. The muscles of Gladio's hole were not much looser. This wasn't going to be the most comfortable experience for him, even with Noctis' small prick. With a lurch of his thighs, Noctis penetrated Gladio. The slut breathed roughly through his nose, but it could've been because Ignis was still down his throat.
The warm core of Gladio's butt slapping against his thighs as he drove into it, bracing his arms on the side of the shield's torso. Prompto's dishevelled hair tickled Noctis' dark, flopping nuts from below. That faggot was sucking on Gladio's dickhead now, jerking it into his mouth and kissing the generous prepuce. Gladio's pink glans leaking from its long slit. Prompto's ministrations were sending shocks through Gladio's body, his asshole shifting around Noctis cock. All three of his holes now attended to.
Noctis enjoyed Gladio's fat ass, but wanted more. He told Prompto to stop being such a fag and get inside Gladio with him. Prompto complied, awkwardly positioning himself in a crouch behind Noctis and Gladio and aiming his dick beneath Noctis'. Noctis fingered around the site of Gladio's asshole, pushing Prompto's dickhead in with a fleshy pop. Prompto's dick shallowly penetrating the muscle ring and running below Noctis' cock felt great. Gladio relented on Ignis' dick, his mouth curling into a pained moan beside the slab of meat. But Noctis knew he loved being stuffed.
"Iggy, get that dick back in the cocksucker," Noctis ordered.
"As you command." And Ignis right back to jerking his cock into Gladio's mouth. Each stroke from Noctis and Prompto producing a new moan from the shield. Each stroke bringing the boys closer to their release. Noctis felt over Gladio's body, hands on his chest, grabbing his tits. Prompto was gasping into Noctis' ear, clutching Gladio's muscular thighs. Occasionally Prompto pushed him out and Noctis had to pull back, poking his member back into Gladio's stretched, redded asshole as Prompto fucked it, the rim piling around Prompto's shaft. The warm fullness inside Gladio's ass so good. Noctis peed a bit, involuntarily as he settled into a stimulating rhythm alongside Prompto's meat. Gladio grunted, his mouth for once dickless.
Ignis had taken to the floor, his legs threading through the threesome's tangle and bringing himself in to join the fucking. Noctis pulled out from Gladio, and took out Prompto's dick, as Gladio lowered his pelvis. Ignis' hard, wet cock crept up Gladio's taint to his asshole, the loose, pink slit easily accepted it, Noctis helped feed Ignis in, then came in from above with his own cock. Noctis' hole clenched in seriousness. Ignis' tanned dick even nicer to slide against than Prompto's, who promptly slotted in between them. Gladio's even grunts had become breathy sobs, somewhere between pained and esctascious.
"Shit… that's so tight," Prompto uttered.
It was.
"Fuck. All three of us. Ripping Gladio a new asshole," Noctis said. Almost felt too precious to move.
But Gladio struggled impatiently, wanting to be fucked. So Noctis did, carefully, Gladio's ahs wavering. Prompto moved as well, a bit too vigorously. He kept flopping out and having to shove himself back in, leaving Gladio crying further. Tears on his face whenever he cast a look back. Noctis' dick was living for the process, Prompto's head knocking by his, for the blond pubes teasing his balls. He even pushed Noctis out one time. The prince didn't care, he felt so good. Noctis was nearing his orgasm. The sight of all three of their sweaty dicks perched in Gladio's asshole was one of the most glorious things Noctis had ever seen. This was his reason for living. Finally, Ignis, who'd done well at his part of acting as little more than a dildo, remained the still, solid base of their pyramid. Moaning quietly on occasion, his arms lovingly folded around Gladio's waist.
Prompto moaned, as abruptly stalled his strokes in and out of the crowded channel. Noctis didn't stop moving, which caused Prompto to moan louder. Dick flinching against Noctis a few times, Gladio echoed his moans. Prompto pulling out with a sloppy sound, jerking slowly. Noctis did the same. Gladio's messy asshole was leaking and Noctis grabbed Ignis' dick out to see. Gladio shat out the fluids in a rosebud flare of his sphincter. The few hair wet and dishevelled. Alongside brief cummy farts, a few dollops of cum rolled down his taint, blood, piss and the unmistakable brown of shit. No way was Gladio's ass douched in the morning. Pretty clean, sure, but you had to be realistic about these things.
Stenches from depths of Gladio's ass joined the air which still contained all the dick smell and the piss and the precum. Their tent had gotten rank in ways Noctis never imagined. He let out a fart, the reality of his incoming shit hitting him due to the smell. There was really only one place for it to go.
Then, the insatiable cunt Gladio had knocked Ignis' still hard dick off his thigh and back up his hole.
He rode lazily as Prompto and Noctis caught their breaths. The strain of the positions he'd been holding very apparent on his stinging muscles. Noctis still jerked himself, dick not overtly shitty, but Prompto had stopped jerking, panting softly, face reddened. His post-cumshot dick softening and leaking the remnants of his juices. Prompto always came first.
"We should switch around," Noctis decided.
They again got Gladio again on his back, he lay atop Ignis. Noctis didn't know how Iggy could take Gladio's mass so well, but didn't seem to mind. Gladio's legs were thrown up, Ignis clutched his thighs to keep them there, while Gladio played with his own hole, breathing evenly. Asshole still loose and blushing. In the expanse of his splayed legs, his puckered anus seemed an after thought beyond his semi hard cock and balls. Ignis' shaft lay on Gladio's thigh and Noctis bent to forced it back in. Enveloped by the muscle ring, quiet slaps sounded as Ignis went back to work Gladio's ass. Gladio's pretty face grimacing at the dick up his hole.
Prompto stood to the side watching, hand still on his genitals. Noctis ignored him and prowled over to Gladio's face. They maintained eye contact as Noctis crouched to the shield's face, a bit leaky, eyes slightly red. Noctis rested his dusky balls over Gladio's nose and drew on his tanned face with his purplish dick, under and over his eyes, the scar which cut along his forehead and cheek. Collecting the fluids which had bled from the facial orifices and from Noctis piss slit and deposited them in Gladio's mouth who sucked and kissed Noctis' dick and foreskin like the obedient slut he was. His warm lips pulled deliciously.
Noctis wasn't done though as he pulled his dick back from Gladio's desperate maw and instead replaced it with his ass crack. Gladio readily tongued his crack, tickling Noctis' thighs with his beard and breathing harsh warm air against his cock. Noctis took this opportunity to spread his butt cheeks, and push and in another fart he dropped his log of shit directly into Gladio's mouth. He yanked back, the refuse of his shit brown on the corners of Gladio's face as the disgusting whore chewed on it. Some stray crumbs fell to the ground.
"What the fuck…" Prompto said stupidly.
It was then the smell his Noctis' nose hard. Not much worse than what it had already been like. Noctis slapped Gladio's cheek and he opened his mouth, the shit still in there in a slurry and Noctis dropped his dick into the mess of spit and shit and fucked it all, peeing a bit from his crapping as well. Once white teeth flecked brown with shit, Noctis felt inadequate fucking Gladio's mouth, because he had a small dick. For once he wished he was bigger. Ignis made him choke, Ignis made him cry. Here Noct was fucking the shit into Gladio's warm face hole and not making him too perturbed. Gladio panted through his nose, his cheeks a little full, wet tongue slithering by Noctis' cock. The shield could handle it. Noctis jerked his shitty dick onto Gladio's tongue. Rubbed the shit a little onto his cheeks. Gladio held his tongue out of his mouth.
Noctis pushed his ass down again, letting the shield lick his asshole. Noctis sighed at it, before he pushed out his last stool. A smaller nugget this time and went back to filling Gladio's mouth. The squishy brown of the shit a pleasant thing to fuck into, alongside Gladio's organic insides. Stinking open mouthed, the shield bobbed his head slightly before Noctis pulled out and jerked faster along the landscape of Gladio's face, Noctis' balls rescinded and he felt the rising tension in the base of his cock, which soon came and shot out of his dick onto Gladio's face in ribbons of cum.
White and yellowy brown fluids messed up Gladio's face. One of his eyes remained closed, weighed down by cum. Again Noctis sweeped the mess up with his dick, now softening, directed it to Gladio's mouth. Noctis washed it down with his orgasm pee. Gladio swallowed one final time afterward, opening his mouth as proof.
Their lengthy session had brought the full morning. Leide had turned orange and pillows of cloud decorated the sky. They had cleaned each other, dressed and packed up the tent. Noctis went over to Prompto who sat on a boulder away from the car, taking pictures of Ignis and Gladio loading up the tent.
Prompto snapped his picture when he sat beside him. "You sure know how to fuck Noct. I mean that shit stuff. Whoa! I never expected to see that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not surprised you're into it. I'm not that stupid."
"You had fun?"
"Yeah, it was nice. Still not gay. But it was nice." Prompto gave him a breezy smile.
It wasn't the first time and, knowing himself, it wouldn't be the last. But Noctis felt strange and said: "Hey, umm. You don't have a problem with this, do you? With me just deciding to fuck Gladio and you being dragged into it. Cause I wanna know. If it's okay with you, I mean."
"That's nice, Noct but it's not like I could stop you if I wanted to, you know?"
"You could. I'd listen to you."
"I know but, I mean we both know that doesn't exactly matter, right? Like who we are. That's always going to matter more. Ah, don't mind me. I'm talking a bunch of crap. Don't worry about it.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay." And Noctis realized, he just wanted to feel better. Talking just to breathe. It was more honest, more princely, to not ask.