Part 3 - Couple Swap | Fourplay

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

Recap: Drew and Ryan arrived at Brad and Cody’s place, where gym talk quickly split the group in two. Bored of waiting, Cody and Ryan stirred things up with a bold kiss during a teasing game of “Never Have I Ever.” Their shameless make-out caught Brad and Drew’s attention, instantly shifting the energy in the room.

As tension built, the couple swap unfolded and Cody pulled Drew in for a blowjob while Ryan went straight for Brad's cock. Between teasing, size comparisons, and cocky one-liners, the fourplay officially begins.

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(Cody's POV)

Ryan didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around Brad’s tip, slow at first ... like he was tasting it, testing the weight. Brad’s cock was thick, long enough that Ryan’s lips stretched wide around it. The kind that pushed at the back of your throat even when you were only halfway down. It twitched against Ryan’s tongue, leaking, shiny with spit and precum. Ryan moaned as he started bobbing his head, both hands on Brad’s hips, like he was starved for it.

Both of us were now on our knees in front of the couch blowing Brad and Drew. From this angle; I had the perfect view. Ryan's cheeks were hollowed, jaw stretching wide, spit glistening as it spilled over his lips and down his chin. He was swallowing Brad's cock like he was starving. And Brad? He just stood there grinning, cocky as hell, hand resting in Ryan’s hair like he was claiming him without even trying.

“Your brother’s ex is good,” Brad muttered, like he was giving a Yelp review.

Drew laughed. “I fucking know right?” He glanced down at me. “Show me why you’re the better pornstar than Brad.”

I took the dare. Gripped Drew’s cock and sucked him in so deep I felt his balls press against my chin. His dick was fatter than Brad’s, a few inches longer, fuller, heavy on my tongue. I groaned around it, hands sliding up his abs.

“Drew has the fattest cock I’ve sucked in a while,” I mumbled around it, sloppy and loud on purpose.

Brad raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ouch. I’m hurt, Cody.”

I looked up at him, jerking Drew's cock lazily. “Relax. What you have is boyfriend dick. Drew over here? He’s a special one-time cheat meal.”

Drew laughed, but the sound got caught in his throat when I swallowed his cock again.. deeper than before. He braced a hand on my head, muttering “unngghh fuck” under his breath as I twisted my wrist at the base and licked around the head.

Clothes started coming off after that. Shirts pulled over heads, pants undone, boxers dropped to the floor. Four cocks out in the open. Four bodies flushed and eager.

Brad and Drew sat on the couch together as if they were kings, wide-legged and smug like they were waiting for their entertainment to resume. Ryan and I knelt between them, both of us bare now, shoulder to shoulder as we dropped back down on their dicks.

Ryan was back on Brad, one hand stroking the shaft while he sucked the head and licked under the ridge, slow and focused like he wanted to make the guy moan. I handled Drew, spitting in my palm and stroking him wet before slipping him past my lips again. We were synced up without even trying; two cock-hungry dudes, side by side, mouths full, knees digging into the carpet.

Brad reached down and thumbed Ryan’s cheek, pushing his hair out of the way to watch better. "Look at you. You look like you've got shit to prove.”. Ryan didn't answer; he kept bobbing his head deeper on Brad's cock.

Drew spread his thighs wider. I was in between those massive quads now, suck-ing him deep, his hand tangled in my hair as he started gently rocking forward.

They leaned in as we worked them. Brad and Drew with their one arm slung across the back of the couch, the other occasionally resting on a shoulder or threading through our hair. It got tighter, hotter. The guys pressing their hips forward while we kept suck-ing, spit pooling in the corners of our mouths, cocks leaking more by the second.

From my view; knees planted firm on the floor and tongue working Drew’s fat cock, I caught Brad glancing over. His eyes weren’t on me. They were locked on Drew’s dick..specifically on how much of it I had stuffed down my throat. His lips parted slightly, nostrils flaring, like he couldn’t believe how huge Drew was, or how greedy I was being with it.

Drew had both hands gripping the back of the couch now, his hips rolling forward, slow and deep. I could feel the weight of his cock dragging against my tongue every time he pulled back, then plunging in again with a wet squelch. My spit was everywhere; chin soaked, fingers wet, Drew’s cock shining like it’d been dipped in oil.

Across from me, Ryan was still going at it with Brad, only now Brad had leaned in closer, with one hand rested on the back of Ryan’s neck, the other lazily stroking Ryan’s jaw with his thumb, like he was proud of how well he took cock.

Ryan moaned around Brad’s dick, deep and throaty, like he didn’t care how loud he was being. Brad’s cock looked almost too thick for him; girthy, veiny, curving slightly up and glistening heavy with spit. Ryan was sloppy with it, letting drool pour out the corners of his mouth while he sucked him deeper, trying to show off.

Brad caught my eye and raised an eyebrow, then gave Drew’s cock a full once-over. “Damn. Drew's cock has gotten bigger since you started”

Drew just grinned and curled a hand around the base of his dick, holding it steady while I licked along the underside. Then he glanced at Brad. “You’ve been blaming your boy Cody over here…” He tapped his cock against my cheek; wet, heavy, the slap echoing between us. “…for eye-fucking my abs.”

Another slap. Right across my lips this time. My spit smeared across his shaft.

“But I see you doing the same…” He angled his hips just enough to flex toward Brad, like an invitation. “…to my cock.”

Brad didn’t say anything. Just stared.

Drew smirked. “Why don’t you come down here…” He tapped his cock on my mouth again. I opened for him instinctively. “…join your boyfriend…” Brad still didn’t move, but his breathing was heavier now. “…and both of you suck my cock.”

That hung in the air.

All three of us froze...caught off guard by Drew’s bold dare, like it dropped a new kind of tension in the room. Not awkward or weird; but … hot and electric. I glanced over at Ryan. Brad’s cock had slipped from his mouth, shiny and flushed, but it twitched at the thought of sharing Drew’s. Ryan didn’t look jealous; he smirked like he wanted to see it happen. Like watching Drew get serviced by two pornstars was the hottest idea he’d heard all night.

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