Part 5 - Worshipping Drew | Fourplay

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Brad and Cody invited Drew and Ryan over for a planned foursome, but things took an unexpected turn. What started as swapping partners on the couch escalated fast when Drew became the center of attention.

Cody was deep-throating Drew while Brad tried to stay focused on fucking Ryan's face, but he couldn’t stop staring at Drew’s thick cock glistening in Cody’s mouth.

Ryan caught it too and teased Brad until he caved, joining Cody on his knees. Soon, both of them were side by side, mouths sliding up and down Drew’s shaft, spit dripping everywhere while Ryan made out with Drew above them. The room turned filthy quick ; spit dripping, tongues brushing, moans overlapping, Drew gripping their hair while Ryan stroked himself and kissed him like they were lovers.

By the time Cody started filming, Drew was rock-hard, Brad was eager and messy, and Ryan looked ready to fuck. It was raw, unplanned, and hotter than anything they’d imagined when the night began. And then Cody asked the question that cracked it all open: “Should we move this to the room?”

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(Cody's POV)

I was the first to move.

My legs felt shaky from how hard I’d been stroking Drew on my knees just a second ago, but I stood up anyway. No one said a word. They didn’t need to. I just turned and walked to the bedroom, giving a little smirk over my shoulder.

The shuffle of footsteps behind me said enough.

By the time we got into the room, Drew had made himself comfortable; of course. He was lying across our bed like he fucking king. Legs spread, hands behind his head, his cock standing proud like a damn weapon. We didn’t even ask. Ryan slid in on one side, I climbed onto the other of him, both of us brushing our hands across his chest, teasing his nipples, letting our fingers explore the ridges of that thick muscle. He let out a low groan like a satisfied king being fanned and fed grapes.

Then Drew glanced past both of us. Right at Brad, who was still standing at the foot of the bed. “Brad,” he said, voice deep and lazy. “You know what’s happening here, right? These two are a little busy playing with my pecs. So someone’s gotta handle my cock.”

Brad snorted and crossed his arms, pretending to be put out. “Did you fuckers plan this? Get me into a foursome just to make me bottom tonight?”

Drew raised his eyebrows. Didn’t say a thing.

“I’m not complaining,” Brad muttered, already crawling onto the bed. He moved right up between Drew’s legs, settling on his knees. His ass hovered perfectly over Drew’s cock, and I swear all three of us stopped breathing for a second.

Brad looked back over his shoulder at me. “Fuck. This foursome has turned out way different than I was expecting.”

And then he reached behind to guide Drew’s cock toward his hole.

I dipped my head again and sucked one of Drew’s nipples into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it, teeth grazing just enough to make him grunt. On the other side, Ryan was doing the same; his face fully buried in Drew’s massive chest like a hungry little baby, lips sealed around a pec, cheeks hollowing with that tight suction. Drew’s abs flexed every time Ryan tugged with his mouth, his hips twitching just a little higher adjusting his cock to thrust into Brad.

Brad looked fucking unreal. Lit only by the warm bedside lamp, his back arched and glowed in sweat as he slowly lowered himself onto Drew’s massive cock. I saw his jaw tighten, his hands gripping Drew’s thighs, his muscles twitching with the effort to take it all. His ass clenched and then relaxed as he slid further down, his hole stretching around Drew’s thick shaft. His eyes fluttered shut. Head dropped back.

“Holy fuck..,” Brad muttered, breath caught in his throat.

I pulled off Drew’s chest and moved higher, kissed along his collarbone, his neck, then finally found his mouth. Drew kissed me deep, tongue already demanding, tasting like sweat and skin and the hint of whatever Ryan was doing to him just below.

Ryan moaned into his pec. That suction was constant, wet and messy, his fingers digging into Drew’s side as he kept working that nipple like it was giving him life. Drew let out a deep, shaky laugh into my mouth.

“You three are fucking insane,” he mumbled.

I kissed the corner of his mouth, let my lips trail back to his jaw, and then down to the pulse at his neck. It was racing. Fast. Steady. I sucked there, slow and deep, and felt him groan under me. His fingers twitched behind his head but he didn’t move; just laid there like he was letting himself be worshipped.

Ryan was still latched to his pec, messily mouthing at it, tongue dragging over the nipple before sucking it in again with a tight pop. It was fucking hot watching him do it. He looked obsessed, lips shiny, chin wet, one hand braced on Drew’s chest while the other resting on his flexed bicep.

Meanwhile, down between Drew’s legs, Brad was lowering himself on that big fat cock, breathing heavy through his nose, like every second of taking that cock was rewiring his brain. His thighs trembled, his arms braced on either side of Drew’s hips, and his ass was finally resting against Drew’s pelvis. Fully seated. His back arched, mouth open.

“Fuck fuck fuck..” Brad moan.

He looked ridiculous. Ridiculously hot. The kind of hot that made my stomach twist up and my hand drift toward my own cock. I didn’t even realize I was stroking myself until Drew bucked up, forcing a deep gasp out of Brad, and my fingers squeezed tighter.

Drew’s voice was low, almost teasing. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

Brad laughed, breathless. “Shush.. Let me concentrate.”

He just stayed there with Drew's cock buried deep in hole, full and pulsing and trying not to lose it.

And I? I pressed my mouth back to Drew’s chest, right in the middle where his heart was hammering, and kissed him again. Ryan finally pulled off with a gasp, lips red and swollen, and looked up at me like he was dazed..

“Look at how red his pecs are,” Ryan laughed, dragging his fingers lightly over Drew’s chest.

Drew flexed under the touch, grinning cockily. “Guess you like leaving marks, huh?”

I smirked from the other side, lips still wet the kiss. “Only ‘cause he looks so damn good like this.”

Ryan’s laugh turned low, almost hungry. “Well. He even looks better with a cock in his mouth.” He slowly stood up, stroking himself lazily as he moved toward Drew, gaze locked on him like he was already imagining it. Drew’s grin widened, chest rising under Ryan’s fingers, while Brad and I exchanged a glance that said it all; this was about to get even filthier.

I smirked, catching the gleam in Brad's eye, and slowly started getting up, knees dragging along the sheets as I moved toward Brad. The way he looked right now; flushed, sweating, lips parted around little gasps as his hole was getting drilled by Drew made me so fucking hard.

“Looks like we’re switching the roles tonight,” I said, voice rough. “Stuffing our tops with our cocks.”

Ryan chuckled, already following my lead. “Balance is important.”

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