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It was just another typical Friday night for Stiles, chilling in his dorm room all by himself. Honestly, this was his weekend routine – a mix of hitting the books, grinding through video games, or getting lost in a good book. Socializing? Nah, that wasn’t really his scene. The only time he ever really met up with anyone outside class was when he was tutoring. And let me tell you, he never really got the hang of it. It all started after one of his professors kept dropping students on him to help out. Now, he finds himself stuck in these awkward study sessions, trying to explain stuff while feeling like he’s more of a deer in headlights than a tutor. But hey, it pays a bit, and at least he gets some human interaction, even if it’s not the most comfortable way to meet people.
Now, Stiles had somehow become the go-to Chemistry tutor on campus, and honestly, he was kind of a mystery. This guy was super shy and wasn’t like your typical fab gay dude you usually see. No six-pack abs or flawless skin here. Stiles was basically the poster child for geekiness – you know, the whole glasses, tousled brown hair that he always styled to the side thing. And his wardrobe? Full of superhero graphic tees that hung loosely over his not-so-chiseled physique. He didn't care much about trends or hitting the gym; he was just doing his own thing, rocking his nerdy style while trying to get through college one Chemistry session at a time. It's funny how he ended up here, but somehow, people loved getting help from him, even if he was kinda reclusive.
Stiles was just getting ready to crash in bed with his comics, you know, the classic Friday night vibe for him, when there was a knock on his door. He opened it like he was bracing for an ambush, and there stood Derek and Scott, two of the hottest guys on campus, right in his doorway. He’d been tutoring them in Chemistry for about a month now, and honestly, it was wild. These guys were seriously easy on the eyes – like, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Stiles couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, like he was just this awkward nerd compared to them. But there they were, looking all cool and confident, and he had to wonder what they wanted at his place on a Friday night. Would they actually want to hang out, or was this just about the tutoring?
Scott was that tall, chiseled dude who looked like he just walked off a magazine cover. You know, the kind of guy with those muscle-veins popping out of his arms that kinda made you think, "Wow, I need to hit the gym." His skin was this nice olive brown and his hair was all shaggy and carefree, giving off total heartthrob vibes. Honestly, he looked like a real-life Ken doll — if Ken had a six-pack and actual muscles!
Then there was Derek, who was basically a walking gym ad. Seriously, this guy had biceps that could probably lift a truck, and that black spiked hair? Total badass look. His skin was more on the darker side, like he had this mysterious vibe, not pale but definitely hadn’t spent much time basking in the sun. He had this rugged, mature look about him, like he’d seen some things despite being in college. And that five o’clock shadow? It just added to the whole hotness factor. With those two standing there, Stiles felt like he was surrounded by some kind of supermodel convention, and here he was, just trying to figure out where to put his bookmark.
"Hey, what’s up, guys?" Stiles managed to get out, his heart racing as he tried not to lose all his cool while staring at these two ridiculously hot jocks standing in his doorway. "Need something?"
The two exchanged quick looks, then turned back to him with these big smiles. "We just got our Chemistry test back today and guess what? We both totally crushed it, all thanks to you," Scott said, leaning in a bit and propping his hand on the door, nudging it open a little more. "We wanted to swing by and show our appreciation for all the help with the tutoring. Mind if we pop in for a sec?"
Stiles felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Here were these two gorgeous guys wanting to hang out with him, and it wasn’t just about the study sessions. He couldn’t believe it! Did they really want to chill or was this a ploy to lure him back into helping them with more Chemistry? Either way, the vibe felt pretty good.
"Uh, yeah, I mean no, wait—sure, come on in!" Stiles stammered, stepping back and practically tripping over himself to let these two gorgeous guys into his room. This was a total first for him; he never had guests over. Tutoring was always at the library where he felt comfortable, surrounded by books and quiet study zones. Now, with them standing in his small dorm, he felt like he was in over his head.
He wasn’t quite sure what to do next. Should he offer them a drink or maybe something to snack on? “So, uh, yeah, I don’t really have much to offer you,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, feeling a bit like a fish out of water. “I mean, there's some stale chips or maybe a soda? Sorry, I usually just keep to myself.” He awkwardly gestured toward a corner of the room, hoping they wouldn’t mind the mess and that they wouldn’t think he was totally lame. Just having them here felt surreal, and he was trying hard not to focus on the fact that he was sharing his space with two guys who looked like they belonged on a football field, not in his nerdy little sanctuary.
"Come on, dude, yes, you totally do!" Derek said, giving Scott a playful nudge. "We came over to hang out with you, man." The two of them brushed past Stiles and plopped themselves right down on his bed, leaving just enough room for Stiles to squeeze in between them. Seriously, the setup felt a bit cozy, maybe a little too cozy for his liking.
Stiles was ready to make a beeline for his desk chair, thinking that would be a safe spot, but Derek wasn't having any of that. He tapped the open space on the bed and said, "Nah, come sit by me, dude." His casual tone was inviting, but it sent Stiles’s heart racing. Did Derek really want him right there next to him? This whole situation was pushing every awkward button he had, but at the same time, it felt exciting and a little surreal. Stiles hesitated for a second, glancing between them, but ultimately he couldn't resist the urge to join them. So, he took a deep breath and slid in between the two jocks, trying not to freak out about how close they actually were.
Stiles bit his lower lip, lost in thought as he tried to wrap his head around everything. Both Derek and Scott had been a bit touchy-feely during their tutoring sessions, and while he couldn't deny that he kinda enjoyed it, it also left him feeling all mixed up. There were moments when he wondered if they were actually flirting with him, but he quickly shoved that thought aside. I mean, come on, they were the definition of popular and cute, while he was just... well, Stiles. The nerdy guy who had glasses and spent more time playing video games than working on his abs.
He couldn’t help but feel out of his league whenever he was around them. It was like they were from some other world, where everything was cool and effortless, and he was just this awkward guy trying to tag along. So, sitting there between them, he felt a rush of nerves. Was he reading too much into their touches, or was there something more going on? But deep down, he liked the attention, even if it was confusing. Trying to shake off those thoughts, he just focused on being present and enjoying the moment – after all, who knew when this kind of hangout would happen again?
Stiles finally caved to their pleading looks and squeezed himself in between the two of them, trying hard to shrink down and not take up too much space. It was a little awkward, but there was something about having Scott and Derek so close that made his heart race. “Seriously, we can’t thank you enough for helping us out with Chemistry,” Scott said, casually resting his hand on Stiles's knee, which sent a jolt of excitement through him.
“You’ve got no idea how much it means to us,” Derek added, chiming in with that killer smile of his. “You don’t treat us like we’re just dumb jocks or airheads, which is how most people see us. It’s refreshing, honestly.”
Stiles felt a warm blush creeping up his face. Hearing them say that made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t expected – like they actually appreciated him for who he was and not just as a tutor. It was a nice change from the usual vibes he got around campus. He couldn’t help but grin; sitting here with them felt kinda special. Maybe they really did see something in him that was more than just the awkward chemistry nerd, and that thought made the whole evening feel a little more electric.
"We hear that a lot, actually," Derek continued saying, wrapping his arm around Stiles and pulling him snug against his side. Stiles could feel the warmth radiating off Derek's body, and it made his heart race even faster.
“That was seriously, like, totally awesome of you,” Scott chimed in, grinning like he just scored a touchdown.
Stiles was practically speechless, caught in this whirlwind of emotions. Should he lean away, or would that be weird? Or maybe lean in closer, but was that too forward? He was seriously out of his element here; this was all so new and exciting for him. Just the vibe around them felt electric, and he was trying not to overthink it.
“Honestly, that’s a really sexy quality you have,” Derek added, looking right at him with those intense eyes that made Stiles feel like he was melting. Stiles couldn’t help but flush at the compliment. Did Derek really mean that? It was hard to believe, but it made him feel kinda confident. This whole situation was like a rollercoaster, and he was starting to enjoy the ride despite the nervous butterflies in his stomach.
Scott kept giving Stiles's knee these little squeezes, and it was like a firework show going off in Stiles's stomach. “Stiles, you’re seriously the first guy on campus who actually looks at us for who we are, not just because we’re these buff dudes,” Scott said, shifting in closer until his leg was pressed against Stiles’s.
Stiles felt the heat rising in his cheeks as Scott’s words sunk in. He couldn’t believe this was happening. "We totally get it if you’re not into us, but, um…” Scott started to fumble a little, clearly getting nervous too as a blush crept up his face. “Would you ever consider dating us? I mean, the both of us, like as a package deal?”
Stiles's mind went blank for a second as he tried to process that bombshell. Dating two of the hottest guys on campus? Was this really happening, or was he just dreaming? His heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with disbelief. He glanced between Scott and Derek, taking in their hopeful expressions, and realized this was an incredible opportunity he never expected.
Stiles was completely taken aback. "I, uh, um..." No way in hell did he ever think either of these guys would actually want him, let alone both of them at the same time. He was honestly convinced he must be dreaming. This felt too real, like one of those wild dreams where he’d wake up all hot and bothered, with his dick practically standing at attention. "You guys are just messing with me, right?"
Scott gently cupped Stiles's chin and turned his head to face him. “Does this look like we’re just messing with you?” he asked softly. Stiles found himself getting lost in Scott's warm voice and that sweet, beautiful face. His heart was racing as he closed his eyes, completely entranced.
Then, before he even knew what was happening, Scott leaned in and brushed his lips against Stiles's. In that moment, everything around them faded away. Stiles instinctively parted his lips, and Scott took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring his mouth like it was something precious. Stiles felt fireworks going off in his brain as he melted into the kiss, finally realizing this wasn’t a dream but something incredible that was actually happening.
Not wanting to sit on the sidelines, Derek leaned in and started softly kissing along Stiles's neck, making him shiver with excitement. It was like a wave of sensation washed over him, but that was just the beginning. Suddenly, he felt both Scott's and Derek's hands sliding up under his shirt, one set from the front and the other from the back.
Scott’s hands were all smooth and gentle, a nice contrast to the more rugged, calloused touch of Derek’s hands. It was kind of a wild combo, and Stiles couldn't help but feel all those different sensations. As their hands roamed over his body, they eventually found his nipples, teasing and playing with them in a way that made him gasp. Stiles was lost in this whirlwind of pleasure, feeling the heat radiating through him as they explored every inch of his skin. It was intense and exhilarating, and he couldn’t help but lean into their touch, completely surrendering to the moment.
Stiles was honestly in disbelief that this was actually happening. Sure, he had spent plenty of lonely nights fantasizing about getting with guys like Scott and Derek, but now they were right here, kissing him and touching him like he was something special. It felt unreal, yet here he was, trying to soak it all in.
He wanted to just let loose and enjoy the moment, but every time he tried, he felt a wave of nerves wash over him. His body was tense and stiff, just like his cock, which was practically begging for attention. The way these guys looked—so ripped and flawless—definitely intimidated him a bit. They had that whole perfect thing going on with their muscles and chiseled features, and it made him feel a bit out of his league. It was like he was stuck between wanting to dive in and just breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety, wondering if he could really keep up with them.
“Is something wrong?” Scott asked gently, his forehead resting against Stiles's, making the moment feel super intimate. “You do like us, right?” Stiles found himself stumbling over his words, trying to sort through all the feelings swirling inside him.
“Do you just want one of us and not the other? That’s totally fine if you do,” Scott continued, playfully sticking his tongue out and lightly tracing it along Stiles’s lips, which sent shivers down his spine. Stiles was both flattered and overwhelmed, feeling like he was in way deeper than he ever expected. “Honestly, it was kinda selfish of us to think we could just both share you like this,” Scott admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.
In that moment, Stiles realized just how much these guys genuinely cared. It wasn't so much about them wanting something from him, but about wanting him to be comfortable with everything happening. It made his heart race even more, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would really be like if he opened up to the idea of being with both of them.
"Hey, come on, can I at least get a kiss before you make any decisions?"
Derek's voice snapped Stiles out of his thoughts. He looked over to see Derek watching him with these big, round puppy-dog green eyes that somehow made Stiles smile. It was that shy, sweet look that drove him crazy in all the right ways.
Feeling a surge of bravery, Stiles leaned in, locking lips with the gentle giant. It felt surprisingly natural, like they’d done this a hundred times before. As the kiss deepened, he felt a spark of confidence, and his hand found its way into Derek's hair, playfully tousling the perfectly spiked style. Stiles liked the idea of letting loose a little, messing up that polished look.
In that moment, everything else melted away. It was just him and Derek, and all the nerves faded as he got lost in the kiss. This was way more than he expected, and it felt amazing to finally act on all those fantasies he’d been keeping to himself. He never thought he’d be here, sharing this moment with someone like Derek, and it made him feel a mixture of thrill and happiness he couldn’t really describe.
Stiles pulled back from the kiss, and he could tell Derek wasn't too keen on letting go. Derek gave his lips a gentle little nibble as they parted, and it sent shivers down Stiles's spine. Now he was even more confused than before, glancing over at Scott, who had that same soulful look in his eyes, almost pleading.
Stiles took a moment, clenched his eyes shut, and took a deep breath to steady himself. Finally, he spoke, "You guys are absolutely gorgeous. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that you both are actually interested in me." He opened his eyes and let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “I mean, just look at me. And then look at you guys.”
It still felt surreal. Stiles was just Stiles—awkward, nerdy, and not exactly a model. Meanwhile, here were Scott and Derek, with their killer looks and athlete vibes. It felt like some kind of wild fantasy that just couldn’t be real.
Scott flashed a warm, soft smile. "Hey, thanks for saying we’re gorgeous," he replied, his eyes shining with sincerity. Stiles could see the real emotion behind those words; it wasn’t just playful banter. "But Derek and I aren’t just about looks and stuff. We genuinely like guys like you."
As Scott spoke, his hand slid down Stiles's chest, and Stiles felt this mix of excitement and nervousness that was hard to ignore. "We’re into sweet, charming guys…" Scott added with a playful glint in his eye. Then, without missing a beat, Scott reached down and squeezed Stiles's erection through his pajama pants, making Stiles gasp. "...Who are packing, big dicks like this," he teased, his voice dripping with flirtation.
Stiles’s heart raced even more, feeling a rush of warmth flood his cheeks. It was like the world around them faded out, and all he could focus on was Scott’s daring touch and how bold he was being.
Scott gave Stiles a gentle smile. "You were definitely teasing us during those tutoring sessions," he said, his tone playful. Stiles felt Derek’s warm breath tickling the back of his neck, sending goosebumps spreading across his skin. It was a whole new level of exciting, and he couldn't help but shiver a little.
"You were so sweet to us," Derek continued, leaning in a bit closer. "But come on, you kept adjusting your bulge in those gray sweatpants you always wear, trying to hide that massive hard-on you got whenever you looked at us."
Just then, Derek pressed a soft kiss to the back of Stiles's neck, making him feel all kinds of flustered. "You really drove us wild, you know that?" Derek added, his voice low and teasing.
Stiles felt his face heat up, his heart racing as he processed what they were saying. The fact that he had been driving them crazy like that turned him on in ways he didn’t expect. It was thrilling to think that his own nervous little adjustments had sparked interest in two guys like them..
“Me?” Stiles blurted out, totally caught off guard. But before he could say anything else, Scott smothered him with a kiss, shutting him up completely. In a whirlwind, they all tumbled onto the bed, Derek and Scott's bigger frames surrounding him on either side. They were all over him, kissing and running their hands along Stiles's body, and it felt wild.
They tugged at his shirt, trying to peel it off him. "Please, don’t," Stiles gasped between kisses, his breath coming in short bursts. “I’m kinda ashamed of my body,” he admitted, feeling exposed.
But Derek and Scott weren’t having any of that. They were determined to get him naked, ready to worship every inch of him. Once his shirt hit the floor, they ran their hands over his chest, exploring the soft brown hair there and the slight pudge of his belly. “Damn, you’re sexy,” Derek said, his voice low and hungry just before he hungrily latched onto Stiles's nipple, making Stiles gasp in surprise.
It was like they had flipped a switch, and suddenly he felt all kinds of wanted. Their touches were electric, igniting something deep within him, and he realized he didn’t want them to stop. The heat of the moment took over, and all his insecurities started to fade away as he surrendered to the pleasure.
Stiles couldn’t help but arch his back as Derek eagerly worked his magic on him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Meanwhile, Scott slid down the bed, making his way toward Stiles’s legs. With a swift motion, he pulled Stiles’s pajamas down and tossed them aside.
“Damn,” Scott exclaimed, his eyes widening in amazement as he took in the sight. He was practically drooling over the impressive outline that ran down Stiles’s leg. Without missing a beat, he let his hand glide over the hefty outline in Stiles's underwear, feeling the heat radiating from him.
Stiles was losing it, the excitement and anticipation building up inside him as Scott’s touch ignited every nerve ending.
Scott, the shaggy haired man couldn’t get enough as he eagerly pushed Stiles's legs open, making a perfect spot for himself between them. Stiles looked down, mouth hanging open and gasping for air, totally lost in the moment, while Derek was still suckling eagerly at his nipple, working his magic on him.
Scott caught Stiles's gaze and shot him a cheeky wink before he dipped down to begin teasing the length of Stiles's cock through his underwear, mouthing at it like it was the most delicious treat. Stiles let out a deep, throaty growl that echoed off the walls, sound raw and primal. He was giving in completely to the pleasure, his mind racing with excitement.
He couldn't even remember the last time anyone other than him had dared to touch his cock, and damn, it felt incredible. The thrill of it all sent shivers down his spine and had him craving more, wanting Scott to keep going and Derek to do whatever he wanted. This was wild, and Stiles was loving every second of it, ready to surrender to the pleasure like never before.
Stiles couldn’t help himself as he tangled his fingers in Scott's thick black hair, giving it a gentle tug while his other arm slid down Derek's rock-hard, muscular back. "Oh, fuck," Stiles moaned, his breath hitching when his hand found the massive, juicy curves of Derek's tight ass. The feel of it beneath his touch was unreal, and he was totally losing it. “I’ve jerked off to this fat ass,” he confessed, the words slipping past his lips like a secret he was eager to share.
His eyes flickered down to Scott, who was busy mouthing at his cock, looking like a total pro. "And that plump mouth," Stiles added, feeling heat rush through him as he watched Scott work his magic. The sight was enough to drive him wild, and he felt like he was in heaven. With Derek’s hard body pressing against him and Scott’s talented lips teasing him, Stiles was ready to scream. Everything felt so damn good, and he wanted more, couldn’t get enough of this insane mix of pleasure.
Scott was grinning like a kid in a candy store from between Stiles's legs, clearly loving every second of this. With that playful look in his eyes, the shaggy-haired jock grabbed the waistband of Stiles’s underwear and yanked them down his legs, unveiling the massive cock that had been hidden away.
“Fuck,” Scott gasped as he knelt there, wide-eyed and staring in awe at the prize he’d just uncovered. “It’s huge!” he exclaimed, clearly impressed and thoroughly enjoying the view. Scott tossed Stiles’s underwear aside like it was nothing, totally focused on the treasure he had in front of him.
Stiles could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, both from embarrassment and excitement. Having Scott so captivated and ready to worship him made his pulse race. The thrill of being exposed like this, the sensation of vulnerability mixed with raw desire, felt electrifying.
Derek leaned in and crushed his mouth against Stiles's, giving him a deep, mind-blowing kiss that left Stiles breathless. As they pulled apart, Derek stood up and stepped right between Stiles's legs, joining Scott in all the action. "Damn, that’s massive," Derek exclaimed, his eyes practically glued to Stiles’s impressive cock.
He couldn’t help but start groping himself, getting lost in the fantasy of having all of that nerdy goodness inside him. Just thinking about it had him rock hard with excitement, and he felt a rush of adrenaline course through him. Derek’s gaze wandered over Stiles’s body, and he couldn't shake off how both intimidated and turned on he felt.
“Damn, this is sexy as fuck,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Stiles was definitely not what he expected, and yet, here they were, and it was lighting a fire in him he couldn't ignore. The night was heating up, and Derek was more than ready to dive headfirst into all this wild, thrilling energy.
Stiles couldn't take his eyes off Derek and Scott as they stood up and started stripping out of their clothes, and he was totally here for it. First, he caught a glimpse of Scott's perfectly sculpted chest, the smooth lines leading down to those cute little brown nipples that made Stiles want to lick them. Then his gaze shifted to Derek, whose bulging muscles were like something out of a fitness magazine, all defined and inviting.
As they started to undo their pants, Stiles felt his heart race. He saw the tops of their designer underwear peeking out, and he knew it was only going to get hotter. With a swift motion, Scott and Derek pushed their pants and underwear down their ripped thighs, peeling them off completely. When they stood bare in front of him, Stiles couldn't help but marvel at their bodies. The smooth skin stretched from their necks down, pure muscle glistening under the light. Scott’s long, eight-inch cock was jutting out proudly, the tip shining with precum, while Derek’s impressive nine-inch thick cock hung heavy over his bull balls, looking absolutely ready for action.
"You see what you do to us? You make us so hard and so fucking horny," Derek smirked, playfully stroking a drop of precum from his tip. "You've been so naughty teasing us like that," he added, glancing over at Scott with a mischievous grin on both their faces. “What do you think we should do to him? How should we punish him?”
The tension in the room ramped up as Stiles felt his excitement build. The whole scene was driving him wild, and with those kinds of suggestions flying around, he knew things were about to get even hotter.
Stiles couldn’t hold back any longer and jumped right into the roleplay. “I swear, I didn’t mean to tease you guys, honestly!” he said with a mischievous grin, his voice dripping with playful innocence. “Please, don’t punish me! I’m a good boy, I promise!”
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but enjoy the attention, feeling his thick, hard twelve-inch cock standing proudly in front of them, completely splayed out and begging for their focus.
Scott and Derek exchanged glances, clearly loving the show. “I’m at your mercy here, fellas,” Stiles continued, his tone turning slightly breathy but still playful. “Please, be gentle with me.”
The thrill of the moment wrapped around him like a warm blanket, and he could see the hunger in their eyes as they took in every inch of him. Stiles felt a rush of excitement, knowing he was completely at their mercy, and he was ready for whatever they had in mind. This was a wild ride he had jumped into, and he was more than ready to see just how far it would go.
Scott looked down at Stiles, a smirk on his face as he said, "Oh, he sounds real sorry, but we can't just let him slide. This nerd needs to learn a lesson, that’s for sure." He licked his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. "He can’t just run around cock-teasing us thick-assed, cock-hungry power bottoms like we are and expect to get away with it. Tops have gotta know their place, and we can't have him playing games with those big dicks of his."
As Scott ran his hand along his shaft, it was clear he was getting into the mood even more. “I got it! Here’s what we should do—you sit on his face Derek while I go down on his cock. That’ll definitely teach him a thing or two about teasing.”
Stiles felt a rush of excitement flood through him at Scott's words, and he knew this wasn’t just some playful banter anymore. They were all diving headfirst into something exhilarating, and he was all in for the ride. This was gonna be one wild lesson, and he was ready to submit to whatever they had planned for him.
“Sounds good to me, man,” Derek said, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he climbed onto the bed. With that meaty hand of his, he pushed Stiles back down onto the mattress, pinning him there effortlessly. “You better make sure my big, fat hairy ass is nice and wet when I start squatting on that monster of yours,” he teased, his voice dripping with confidence.
Derek shifted his body, completely blocking Stiles’s view as his two hairy balloons hovered over Stiles’s face, making it clear who was in charge here. “Go on, baby, get that tongue in that hole,” he urged, a playful challenge in his tone.
Stiles didn’t waste a single second; he spread Derek’s hefty cheeks apart, revealing the treasure, hairy pucker that is there. He wasted no time and plunged his tongue deep into Derek’s hole, like a kid going after ice cream in the summertime. The dark-haired stud let out a low, throaty moan as Stiles worked his magic, the silky tongue gliding along his insides like a chef savoring a gourmet feast. “Damn, it’s been ages since I’ve had someone eat me out like this!” Derek panted, his hands roaming over Stiles’s soft, furry belly, feeling every curve. “Shit, Scott, this guy’s got me drooling like a damn faucet!”
Scott’s eyes zeroed in on the thick pool of cum that was dripping from Derek’s hard-on and pooling on Stiles’s body. “Dude, I really hope he’s getting you all nice and warmed up for what’s about to go down,” he said with a mischievous grin. Grabbing Stiles’s massive cock, he felt the weight of it in his hand. “This is gonna test our gag reflexes, no doubt.”
As Scott leaned in, he took the tip of Stiles’s beast in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, swirling and licking like it was the best treat at the fair. Then he slowly slid down the shaft, taking his time and relishing every inch, like he was savoring the finest, most decadent dessert.
Stiles couldn’t help himself; he was humping up into Scott’s mouth, nearly shoving the poor guy’s face right down to the base. The heat from Scott's mouth wrapped around his cock like a warm blanket, sending Stiles into a wild spiral of pleasure. As he focused on Derek, he shoved his tongue deep inside him, and that made Derek moan like a total animal. “Dude, Scott, holy hell!” Derek gasped, a mix of pleasure and disbelief hitting him hard.
Stiles was working his tongue in slow, sensual circles around Derek’s hole, teasing him like a pro. “Damn, this guy’s not just a muscle head; he’s got brains and some serious skills,” Derek groaned, completely lost in the moment.
Scott hardly caught a word Derek was saying because his focus was entirely on the mission at hand: trying to stretch his jaw wide enough to take Stiles’s thick, juicy cock deeper down his throat. The thing was, Stiles had this wild, one-of-a-kind flavor that was straight-up addictive. It was like nothing Scott had ever tasted before, and it hit him in a way that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. There was something about it—something almost innocent, that made Scott want to devour every last bit of him.
Stiles was just sprawled there, his cock stuffed in Scott’s mouth while his tongue was deep between Derek’s cheeks, working its magic. Derek's hands were all over Stiles’s soft belly, exploring every inch like he owned it, while Stiles gripped Derek’s thick, meaty buttcheeks like they were the finest prize. Meanwhile, Scott was down there giving his balls some serious attention, teasing and playing with them like they were a pair of maracas.
Honestly, this was way beyond anything Stiles had ever pictured in his wildest dreams, and trust me, he’d done plenty of imagining when it came to these two. It was a total mind-blower, and he was loving every second of it.
“Alright, let’s switch it up,” Derek grunted, practically begging. “If this keeps up, I’m gonna blow my load before I even get a chance to ride him!” Scott pulled his mouth off Stiles’s thick cock, and the sudden rush of cool air made Stiles jolt—almost like he’d been zapped.
As Derek hoisted his big, meaty ass off Stiles’s face, Stiles couldn’t resist giving one last wicked lick up Derek’s hole, making the guy shiver. Then, just like that, Scott slid in to take Derek’s spot, ready to dive back into the action. The tension was electric, and Stiles was all in for whatever came next.
The nerd wasn’t about to let Scott catch his breath; he yanked him down so he could get a taste. Scott let out a deep, satisfied groan as Stiles spread those soft, round cheeks wide open, going right for his tight hole. Stiles’s tongue was working it like a pro, lapping at Scott’s ass with all the enthusiasm in the world.
Derek chuckled from the side, clearly loving the show. “Man, our boy really knows how to dig in,” he said, wrapping his hand around Stiles’s massive cock and giving it a slow stroke. “Lucky for us, we’ve got no problem swallowing whatever he’s serving.” He was practically in awe, watching Stiles’s spit-covered tip glisten like a trophy. “Damn, he’s not just thick; he’s packing some serious heat.”
The black- haired jock opened wide and wrapped his lips around Stiles’s fat tip, trying to take as much of that juicy cock into his throat as he could handle. Meanwhile, Scott was getting into it, bouncing his hefty ass up and down, grinding those thick cheeks all over Stiles’s face and moaning his name like it was the sweetest tune.
Stiles was totally in paradise, feasting on Scott's succulent derriere while Derek was busy devouring his shaft. It was a wild, delicious mess, and Stiles couldn’t get enough.
Derek was really working hard, stretching his jaw around Stiles’s thick cock and trying to take in as much of it as he could. The rest was in his hand, and he was pulling sweet, sticky pleasure from Stiles's heavy balls. Every time Stiles slid into his throat, it completely got Derek high on desire, stirring up a lust that he couldn’t shake. He was craving more, practically burning up from the need to feel Stiles filling him up, splitting him open.
“Damn, I’ve gotta have him first,” Derek groaned, wiping the slick drool off his mouth as he hopped off the bed. He quickly rummaged through his pants on the floor and pulled out a little bottle of lube. “I’m going in first,” he said, slicking up his already-wet hole with his fingers, basically teasing himself as he almost fisted himself. Then, he held Stiles’s cock up, letting the lube drizzle down its length.
The cool sensation hit Stiles before he felt the warmth of Derek's hand stroking him. “Hold still, baby,” Derek commanded as he straddled Stiles's waist. Scott put his hands on Derek’s shoulders for balance, and Derek reached behind him, guiding the head of Stiles’s cock right to his entrance. Feeling the excitement build, Derek took a deep breath, getting ready to take the plunge.
“Fuck,” Derek groaned, gritting his teeth as he slowly lowered himself down onto Stiles's thick cock. The stretch was intense; it felt like he was being opened up wide by a baseball bat, and the burn was real. Derek focused on taking deep, steady breaths, trying to relax his muscles and ease the pressure. Every inch felt like it took forever, like he was climbing some giant mountain of pleasure.
He locked eyes with Scott, who was giving him that unspoken boost of confidence, looking as hot and eager as ever. It was like Scott was silently cheering him on, reminding him that they were all in this together—and that made it all the better.
Scott couldn’t help but notice the way Derek was pushing himself to take Stiles raw, and he admired that fire in his eyes. Feeling the moment, Scott reached back and grabbed the back of Derek's head, gently guiding him closer. Their lips met, and it was electric. That kiss had Derek completely distracted, and in that second of bliss, he slid all the way down Stiles’s thick shaft until he was resting on his thighs, panting for a moment to catch his breath.
As Scott pulled back from the kiss, he made sure to get off of Stiles’s talented tongue, giving him a cheeky grin. “Man, I love watching him work that big dick,” Scott said, laying down next to Stiles and letting his hand wander over Stiles’s chest, feeling those furry muscles underneath him. “But hey, just save some of that delicious action for me, alright?” With a mischievous smile, Scott started teasing Stiles's nipples, playing with them like he was twirling the best toy ever.
Stiles had his eyes squeezed shut, completely lost in the sensation of Derek's tight ass wrapped around him, squeezing every inch of his cock. Derek shifted up just a bit before sliding back down, taking his time and feeling every delicious inch of Stiles inside him. Stiles’s hands roamed up Derek's strong thighs, feeling those solid muscles under his fingertips.
Derek took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out, and when he glanced down at Stiles beneath him, something clicked. He began rolling his hips, riding up and down on Stiles's cock, completely lost in the pleasure. Stiles opened his eyes, completely mesmerized by the warmth and tightness surrounding him. He couldn’t help but run his hand up over Derek’s big, muscly chest, his fingers teasing over the furry surface before finding Derek's nipples, rubbing them until they were hard and begging for attention.
The black- haired jock was going to town, bucking down hard onto Stiles, and the bed was squeaking like crazy with every wild slam onto that thick cock. He was in his element, totally lost in the bliss of feeling Stiles filling him up. Each time he dropped down, his own cock was thumping against Stiles's stomach, sending little splatters of pre cum flying everywhere.
Honestly, Derek was ready to ride Stiles like a bucking bronco until the bed finally gave up or he got blasted full of that sweet load, but he knew it was time to share the fun. “Alright, your turn,” he groaned, glancing back with a smirk, ready to let Scott take the reins.
“I sure will,” Scott said with a grin as he climbed on top of Stiles, taking over Derek’s spot like a pro. Looking down at Stiles, he added, “Just so you know, when this is all said and done tonight, you’re gonna be ours. We’re claiming you, and you’re gonna be our service top on campus, all for us to enjoy and show off.”
Scott positioned Stiles’s thick cock right at his hole, biting his lip a little. “Damn, he’s massive,” he muttered, eyes wide with excitement. Scott took a deep breath, trying to ground himself and get ready for what was about to go down. He was all about to slide down on that big dick, and the thought had him buzzing with anticipation.
Derek slipped in behind Scott, pressing his solid chest against Scott’s back, and it sent shivers down both their spines. He wrapped his arms around Scott, teasing those hard nipples while gently nibbling on the back of his neck. “Damn, dude, you’ve gotta show Stiles some of these tricks,” Scott murmured, lost in the moment as he slowly slid down until he was settled on Stiles’s hips.
Stiles looked up at the two jocks, still in total disbelief that he had his cock buried in one of them and now was getting ready to fill the other too. His hands roamed over Scott’s chiseled body, feeling every muscle beneath his fingers. “Use me,” Stiles whispered, his voice hungry. Then, a bit louder, he urged, “Use me!” That caught the attention of both Scott and Derek, who were now looking right at him, excitement dancing in their eyes.
“Seriously, use me and leave me with a memory that I’ll be jacking off to for the rest of my life,” Stiles said, his tone dripping with need.
Scott shot a glance at Derek before turning back to Stiles with a wicked grin. “Oh, trust me, we’re definitely gonna use you, but here’s the deal—you can’t jack off anymore,” he said, leaning down as close as he could to lock eyes with Stiles. “I told you, you’re ours now, and those sweet balls of yours? They’re only getting emptied inside us, got it?”
As if to emphasize his point, Scott flicked his tongue playfully over Stiles’s lips. “Over,” he teased, giving another swipe across Stiles’s mouth. “Over,” he continued, arching his back to really drive the point home. “And over again.” The air was thick with tension, and Stiles could feel the heat rising as Scott laid down the rules, making it clear just how things were going to go down.
Scott lifted himself up just enough to start grinding his sweet ass against Stiles's cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “You see, we only like to share our goodies with each other,” he said, throwing a cheeky glance at Derek before turning his head to catch his lips in a hot kiss. “And honestly, I hope you can keep up with our appetite for fun,” he added, rolling his hips in a smooth rhythm that made Stiles’s head spin.
“There’s a catch, though,” Scott said with a playful grin. “We’re very demanding bottoms, and we’ve got a little kink to us, so you better be ready for some wild times.” He wiggled his ass just right, making sure Stiles knew exactly what he was signing up for.
Just as Stiles was about to respond, Scott went for it, really getting into it and riding him hard. The sound of their skin smacking together filled the room, blending with the squeaky protests of the bed beneath them. Stiles couldn’t help but think his poor bed was definitely on the verge of giving up after all the crazy action they were throwing at it.
He was pretty sure the other guys on the floor could hear every single thing they were doing, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. The way Scott was bouncing down on him, stirring up a wild mix of pleasure, was all that mattered right now. Stiles was lost in the moment, completely wrapped up in the heat of the action, and he was ready for whatever else came their way.
"You're on, big guy," Scott said with a grin, slamming down hard on Stiles’s pelvis a couple more times before finally pulling away. As Scott shifted to one side, Derek slid over to the other, leaving Stiles laid back on the bed, totally dazed and a bit muddled from all the excitement.
Scott playfully ran his fingers over Stiles’s chest, teasing him as he laid out the plan. “Here’s what’s gonna happen—we’re gonna get on all fours next to each other,” he said, winking. “And then you’re gonna swap back and forth between us until you blow your load. Sounds good?” The way Scott said it, with that sexy glint in his eye, had Stiles buzzing with anticipation for what was about to go down.
“Alright, two minutes each,” Derek chimed in, his hand sliding down to wrap around Stiles’s cock, giving it a teasing stroke. “Only one of us gets to snag your load, and we’re gonna find out which one of us can pull it out of you first.” Stiles let out a low groan, feeling the heat build inside him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you, baby?” Derek said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss Stiles hard, their lips pressing together intensely.
“Don’t sweat it, though, because we’re both about to blow too, sexy. Just try to hold off for as long as you can,” he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. The air was thick with tension, and it was clear they were all ready to push each other to the limit. Stiles could feel the excitement brewing, and he knew this was going to be one hell of a ride.
The guys shuffled around, getting into position with Derek and Scott lining up right next to each other, their huge bubble butts all primed and ready for action. One was all furry and rugged, while the other was smooth and sleek, both of them wiggling and teasing Stiles like crazy. They glanced back at him simultaneously, those cheeky smirks plastered on their faces, and Stiles couldn't help but marvel at the incredible view.
He was practically bursting at the seams, so close to blowing his load. It had been ages since he’d been with anyone other than himself—like, two whole years since he first hit campus and hooked up with a guy who totally ghosted him afterward. Now, staring at the two hot jocks getting ready to take him for a ride, he felt the thrill of something wild about to go down, and he was all in for every second of it.
“I’m gonna give it my all,” Stiles said, taking a moment to figure out which hot ass to dive into first. He decided to go behind Derek, thinking that maybe Scott needed a little breather. Stiles wasn’t exactly shy about his size, and he was honestly shocked that both of these studs were down to take him without much fuss.
As he positioned himself, he turned to Derek and smirked. “Just let me know if I’m messing things up, alright?” The anticipation was bubbling, and Stiles was ready to make the most of this wild night, eager to give both jocks a taste of what he had to offer. He could already feel the excitement building, and he didn’t want to disappoint.
Stiles grabbed his cock and lined it up at Derek's slick entrance, feeling that anticipation electric in the air. He eased himself in, feeling that velvety heat wrap around him, and he couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh. “Damn...” he murmured, trying to catch the vibes and making sure Derek was good with everything. Once he was balls deep, the sensation hit him hard, and he couldn't hold back. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, the pleasure flooding his senses. Then he started to rock his hips gently, sliding in and out of Derek’s warm body. Each thrust was a mix of ecstasy and desire, and Stiles felt like he was in a total blissed-out heaven, ready to lose himself in this wild ride.
Stiles rested one hand on Derek's back while the other slid over to grab Scott's sweet ass, giving it a good squeeze. He kept pumping slow and steady, trying to keep his head in the game and hold off his orgasm just a little longer. He was so close to blowing when suddenly Scott shouted, “Time! My turn! Get that juicy piece of meat inside me!”
The urgency in Scott's voice was electrifying, and Stiles felt the rush of excitement as he shifted gears, ready to give Scott exactly what he wanted.
Stiles couldn’t wait to dive in, so he pulled out of Derek and shifted behind Scott, itching to get started. He had to fight the urge to just slam in right away. Instead, he took it slow like he did with Derek, easing into Scott, feeling that smooth heat wrap around him before starting to pump in and out.
With each thrust, his balls were hitting against Scott's thick ass, and the sensation was driving him wild. Just as he felt that familiar urge building up inside him, Derek chimed in, playfully mimicking Scott’s earlier shout of, “Time!” It was all so intense, and Stiles knew he was in for one hell of a ride with these two hot jocks.
Stiles let out a frustrated groan but quickly turned back to Derek. He started switching back and forth between the two jocks’ amazing asses, each one squeezing him tight with their anal muscles, practically begging him to blow his load inside. It was driving him absolutely crazy, and just when he was about to unleash and fill Scott up, out of nowhere Derek shouted, “Time!”
“Fuck that,” Stiles growled, grabbing onto Scott's hips with both hands. “I need to blow.” With that, he pulled Scott in hard against his thrusts, feeling the urgency build. He clenched his teeth, his body tensing up as his legs started to shake. Then, with one last powerful push, he nearly sent the shaggy-haired jock tumbling onto the bed as he yelled, “Take that fucking load!” Stiles was ready to let go, and he wasn’t holding anything back.
Stiles drove into Scott a few more times, filling him completely before finally pulling out and collapsing between the two guys. “No way we’re doing that again,” he puffed, still catching his breath. “That was straight-up torture.”
Derek and Scott exchanged glances, then both sat up, facing each other with Stiles right in between them. Stiles's head was just inches from their hanging dicks, and he grinned. “So, do you want me to help you guys finish? I’d be more than happy to make that happen.”
“Next time,” Derek said, giving Scott a nod. Stiles couldn’t help but watch the two jocks as they started working their cocks, their hands moving up and down in a blur. Stiles was still trying to recover, feeling completely spent.
“I'm gonna blow!” Derek yelled, suddenly grabbing Stiles's head and shoving his cock into his mouth. “Take that brotein, baby. eat it!” The urgency in Derek’s voice turned Stiles on even more, and he was ready to take in every drop.
Stiles didn't really know what else to do, so he just went for it and swallowed down the thick load that filled his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the taste wash over him, then ran his tongue over the head of Derek's cock, savoring the last drops of his cum as he licked it clean.
Just then, Scott shouted, “Get that mouth over here!” and without missing a beat, Stiles shifted to Scott’s cock, slurping down his load with eagerness. It was a wild mix of flavor and heat, and Stiles was right where he wanted to be, diving into all the pleasures that were being thrown his way.
After both guys finished unloading into Stiles’s mouth, they settled in beside him on the cramped dorm bed. “Dude, your bed is way too small for all three of us,” Scott said, resting his head on Stiles's chest with a relaxed sigh. “You should totally just spend the night at our place. That way, we won’t freak out your dorm buddies. Plus, our bed is decked out with some heavy-duty reinforcement with lug nuts!”
It was a cheeky suggestion, but Stiles could definitely get on board with that idea.
Stiles was barely keeping his eyes open, feeling all warm and fuzzy. "Man, you guys are just so damn comfy. Like, I'd totally be down for a repeat of this little rendezvous, but let’s be real, that ain't gonna happen." His hands were roaming over Derek and Scott’s backs, feeling all those strong muscles. "I get it though, this was a one-time deal. And honestly? It was freaking amazing, except for that wild game at the end. That had me going absolutely insane."
Derek slid closer, locking eyes with Stiles, and it was like the air crackled between them. "Now, hold up a sec—this whole ‘one and done’ gig only sticks if you’re cool with it. Scott’s dead serious about you being our 'top.' We rolled in here all set to claim you, buddy." He let his fingers trail down Scott's arm, the connection sending a little spark. "And let’s not forget, Scott totally crushed it in that game and got to taste your sticky victory. So yeah, I’m totally itching for a rematch, if you catch my drift."
"Wait, for real?" Stiles's voice was buzzing with excitement, and he was all in. "I’d totally be down to be the top... but hell no, we aren’t going back to that game again." Derek and Scott exchanged these sneaky looks, snickering like they were planning their next move. "No, seriously, guys—not doing that again." But their laughter just kept rolling, like they were in on some wicked secret.
"I'm not playing your little game!"
"We’ll see about that," Scott grinned, and Derek was right there with him, both of them ready to tease their top again. The air was thick with playful tension, and they were definitely not backing down.