School trip 2/5

Part 2: DiscoveryWe thought we were being subtle.The occasional shared look across the breakfast table. Me walking funny after the second night. A faint bite mark on my inner thigh that I didn’t realise was visible when I sat cross-legged on the floor.But James had clocked it.“Alright,” he said, cornering me outside the hotel vending machine that evening. “You and Elliot.”I tried to play dumb.“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Mate,” he said, eyes dropping. “You’ve got that look about you. Shagged silly.”I stayed quiet.Then he grinned. “Good. Because I want in.”⸻Three’s a Crowd (And I Love It)Back in the room, I told Elliot.He just smirked and said, “Let him watch. He’ll be begging for more than that in five minutes.”He was wrong.It took less than two.James sat on the edge of the second bed as Elliot bent me over the first. I was already naked, already leaking, already open and desperate. Elliot was on his knees behind me again, tongue sliding over my hole, getting me wet and ready while I moaned into the mattress.James watched, wide-eyed, one hand slowly stroking over his joggers.“Fuck me,” he muttered. “You like that?”“Love it,” I gasped. “Can’t get enough.”Elliot stood, slicked his cock, and slid in with one long, slow thrust. I groaned, my fingers gripping the sheets. His cock hit everything. Deep, thick, filling.“Come here,” Elliot said, nodding at James.James stepped closer.Elliot looked down at me, already wrecked, face flushed and drooling. “You want it in both ends, don’t you?”I nodded, mouth open.James pulled out his cock. Thick. Heavy. Already leaking.I sucked him in like I was starving.⸻Spit-Roasted and OwnedThey moved in sync.Elliot pounding me from behind, slow and steady at first, letting me feel every inch. James pushing into my throat, hand cradling my jaw, murmuring praise under his breath.I was a cock-sleeve between them. Nothing else. Just a filthy, aching hole, stretched at both ends and loving every second.They swapped. James took my arse — and he was rougher. He grabbed my hips and fucked, proper fucked, the kind of deep, rhythmic slamming that made my cock bounce untouched beneath me.Elliot slid into my mouth, still wet from my arse. And fuck — I could taste myself. That musky, salty, raw slick I’d come to crave. I moaned around him, tongue working eagerly.“Jesus,” James growled. “He’s clenching around me. You close, babe?”“Mmhmm.”“Swallow every fucking drop.”⸻A Double FinishJames came first.He slammed in deep and groaned, filling me up with heat that pulsed through me. I clenched around him, loving the stretch, loving how full I felt.Then Elliot pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself over my tongue. I opened wide, eyes glassy, throat aching — and he came hard, spilling across my tongue. I swallowed every drop, licking the tip clean, hungry for it.And then — even untouched — I came.Hard.My arse clenching, my mouth full, body shaking as I shot all over the sheets beneath me.⸻AftermathWe collapsed together, breathless, sticky, sweating.James ran a hand through his hair, dazed. “You didn’t say you were that good.”Elliot just grinned. “Told you he’d beg.”I turned my head. “Who’s next?”James smirked. “Tomorrow, we’re taking you out during the castle tour.”“What for?”“Just your mouth,” he said. “Fast. Filthy. No one will notice you’ve been on your knees all afternoon.”My hole was still dripping as I drifted off to sleep — used, full, and already aching for more.⸻