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“Em!”
Emilio riffled through the chest he kept in the far back of his walk-in closet. Usually it was locked, to keep anyone from prying, but on weekends, he needed things from it.
“Emilio Ossian!”
Emilio rolled his eyes. He left his closet, walked across his bedroom to the door. “Mama! I’ll be down in a minute!”
At no response, Emilio went back to his closet and knelt back down next to the chest. He pulled out the outfit for tonight and the shoes, stuffing them into his backpack. The rest went into his small duffle back tucked under his normal clothes. Luckily all there on the small and skimpy side and didn’t take up much room.
He grabbed his mini backpack and checked his stash of his work items. He had enough condoms at least for the night.
“Emilio! Scendi al piano di sotto ora!”
Emilio sighed. He locked up the chest again, threw his old baby blanket over it then quickly rustled up everything he needed and headed downstairs.
“Mama! I was busy. What’s up?” He asked, finding his mother in the kitchen finishing dinner. His father sat at the table reading the newspaper. Emilio put his stuff off to the side as his mother smiled at him.
“Nothing, I just wanted to see your cute face,” she said in her native Italian accent.
“Mama,” Emilio whined, walking over, and letting his mother pinch his cheeks and kiss them.
“Help set the table before you go.”
“Okay.” Emilio collected the dishes and flatware and set the table. His father smiled at him as he did. Emilio smiled back.
“You sure you can’t stay for dinner,” his father asked.
“No, I need to get to Brooke’s early so we can get started on the project.”
“Another project?” his little brother came into the room and asked. His sisters followed him into the room. “You have projects like every weekend.” Romeo sat down at the table.
“It’s our big junior capstone project,” Emilio told him. “It’s yearlong and we have to submit updates to our advisor every quarter.” Emilio ruffled the ten-year old’s head of hair. “Just wait until you’re in the upper school.”
Leonora laughed, “Yeah, I’m a freshman and I have a project almost every month in my classes.” She went to their mother and grabbed the salad bowl to bring it to the table.
“I don’t wanna do projects,” his youngest sister, Carmela said.
“You’re seven,” Romeo told her. “All you do is color and get glue.”
“Nu-uh!”
“Yes huh!”
“Silenzio,” their mother said, bringing the main plates to the dinner table.
Emilio went back to his belongings and picked them up. “I’ll be home Sunday.”
“Before church,” his mother fixed him with a look and spoke.
Emilio nodded. “Of course.”
His mother motioned him over. Emilio walked to her and accepted more kisses.
“Be safe,” his father added.
“I will. I’ll just be across town at Brooke’s.”
“And we’ll be gone all day tomorrow to visit your brother at college,” his father said, standing up. “So, if you need anything text.”
Emilio nodded then headed to the door to the garage. His father followed and helped him put his small suitcase into the back seat of his new Corolla hatchback. A gift for turning sixteen a few months previous.
“Text when you get to Brooke’s.”
“I will.”
“And no boys.”
Emilio grinned and shook his head. If only he knew. “Dad.”
His father hugged him. “You’re our omega baby.”
“Carmela is an omega,” Emilio hugged back and spoke.
“Yeah, but she’s doesn’t have her own car or boyfriend.” His father pulled back.
Emilio held up his hand with his promise ring on it. “Jackson is a good guy. Very pure of heart.”
“He is.” His father opened the car door and Emilio got into the driver’s seat.
“I solemnly swear I’m only up to good.”
His father laughed as Emilio started the car. His father shut the door and waved goodbye. Emilio waved back then opened the garage door and backed out of the driveway. He drove off through the neighborhood, across town and passed the street that led to Brooke’s house. The highway ramp soon came up and Emilio drove on and onto the highway, speeding up and heading away from sleepy suburbia.
He recklessly used his phone while driving to text he was at Brooke’s and sent a selfie of him and Brooke from earlier that day. Brooke would cover for him.
Forty-five minutes later, Emilio exited the highway and made his way to the airport just outside the city, across the river. He parked in the daily lot and got into his backseat. Emilio opened his duffle bag and took out the clothes he wanted that he had hidden underneath his normal clothes and shoved them into his backpack. His promise ring came off next. He’d broken that promise several months ago by sleeping with Brooke’s older brother, Caleb.
He grabbed his shiny, ombre mini backpack and put it on before gathering the other bag and leaving the car, making sure it was good and locked.
In the airport, Emilio went down to the subway under the terminal and bought a ticket into the city from a kiosk. While waiting, Emilio went to the bathroom and did his makeup and fixed his hair, mussing up his short auburn locks just a bit.
Afterwards, he went into the large stall and stripped naked. Emilio gave little Emilio a tug then slipped his hand down passed where an alpha or beta male would have balls to find his cunt—a smooth, soft, hairless little mound with slit in the middle. Emilio teased the sensitive skin, his slick dribbling out.
Emilio gave a little moan and eased two fingers inside and pumped them in and out. His other hand slipped behind him to his ass, finding his other omega hole slick. He slipped another two fingers back there.
His head titled back, and his closed his eyes. It wasn’t what he needed. His itch was too great to be satiated but his mere fingers, but it was enough to get himself going for the night. Little Emilio started to twitch and perk up, so Emilio stopped. He wanted to wait to cum. He slipped his fingers out and licked both clean then pulled out a lacy pink thong from his backpack.
He slipped it on, making sure little Emilio was nice and snug in the front of the fabric while the string dug into his slit and ass just nicely.
Next was an uber-short black pleated mini shirt that showed off his plump ass and barely covered his ass, letting his under cheeks see peek-a-boo out the bottom. Emilio gave a twist of his hips and watched the skirt twirl nicely in the air. A tight skirt was not wanted tonight. He needed easy mobility and access.
Next was the halter top which was made of a black slinky material with a split front design that left most of his stomach and just under his chest bare, covering his flat chest and nipples. It was tight around his chest to stay up with the fabric where it split up the front a little flowy to add some cute movement.
He traded his cute, sensible sneakers for come-fuck-me bright pink high heel shoes.
Emilio put his old clothes back in his backpack then left the stall. He ignored the older lady at the sink as he sized himself up in the mirror.
He was only 5’5” but the heels gave him a few more inches. His legs were smooth, sun kissed skin on full display. He touched his bare stomach and slid his fingers up to where the slit in the top stopped at his chest.
Sixteen, lithe, and hot.
Emilio turned to the side to make sure his butt looked delectable. He smoothed his hands over the swell of his ass, flattening the fabric down against his cheeks. He tugged the ends down a bit, but still kept his under cheeks showing. He turned his back to the mirror, still ignoring the woman eyeing him with a look of shock. Emilio bent over at his waist, looking back behind to watch the skirt ride up a tad to show off his ass and thong.
The woman scoffed and left the restroom.
Perfecto, Emilio thought before straightening back up and leaving the restroom with both regular backpack and mini one.
The train arrived shortly. Emilio entered the last car, finding a few work-a-day people inside that barely gave him a glance. Emilio went to the back and stayed standing but put his backpack on the nearby seat. He held the pole and waited.
At the second stop a few of the people exited and three punks entered. They were dressed like hooligans and were probably in their early to mid-twenties. They pushed each other and laughed as they boarded.
Emilio smiled and made eye contact with one. The one grinned back and patted his friend’s arms and nodded down to Emilio. The punks turned their attention to him then stalked forward. Emilio stood still but cocked his head to the side a bit.
They circled around him and whistled.
“Yo, baby, what’s up?” one said.
“Where you goin’ dressed like this, babydoll?” another said.
“C’mon, watcha name, lil omegie?”
Emilio smiled. “Em.”
“Em, huh?” one said, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips. “And what’s a sweet Em like you doing on my train, eh? Looking for some fun?” He dropped a hand down to his baggy pants and cupped himself.
One of the punks behind him touched his ass and squeezed. “How about we…” he started to stay but then Emilio interrupted.
“I can take one in each hole.”
The punks balked and lost their voices.
Emilio grinned and bumped his hips back against the punk behind him who still had a hand on his ass. “Fifty each for hole. One in my cunt, one in my ass, and one in my mouth. Or two can take their turns and the third can keep watch and wait.”
The punks exchanged looks then started rifling through their pockets. Emilio took what they offered, even though it wasn’t what he’d asked for. He allowed them to crowd him further into the back of the train car while the third stood in front to sort of block. Em didn’t offer to kiss them or help them get their dicks out. He offered them condoms which they took.
Rough hands pushed his skirt up and tugged his thong down his legs. Emilio lifted one leg around the punk in front of him, hooking around him as their fingers found his holes. Emilio closed his eyes and dropped his head back as each punk shoved two digits into him roughly, finding Emilio already wet, dripping, and ready for them.
“Fucking slut wants this,” one said. “Gushing slick, babydoll.”
“Little omegie whore,” the other groaned.
Emilio whined when two dicks quickly replaced their fingers. Emilio dipped his head back and happily moaned.
Finally. It had been a long week without any dick.
He gripped the shoulders of the one in front of him as both bottomed out and squished closer, sandwiching Emilio between them. They fucked him hard and fast, their movements completely opposite and neither caring what the other was doing. Each focused on their own hole.
Emilio moaned and whined, not caring about the few other passengers seeing or hearing. The cocks were just what he wanted, what he needed. He stood still between them, letting their rutting move him back and forth onto and off the other’s.
He slipped a hand down between him and the one punk and jacked his own small cock.
The dicks speared him wonderfully, stretching, filling his cunt and ass’s channels, and scratching that itch that Emilio repressed all week just to wait for the weekend.
The one behind him was an alpha. Emilio squeezed around both, craving the knot the one could give him. Both panted against him, grunting, and groaning as they chased their release.
Emilio squeezed around them again and soon the one in front was stilling and muttering expletives of how hot and tight Emilio was. Emilio felt the cock in his cunt twitch and soon the guy was shoving deep and releasing into the rubber he wore.
The one behind him cock’s base started to swell. Emilio let go of his cock and dipped his hand down to touch where his slit was stretched around the other punk’s cock.
The knot soon grew too big and locked inside Emilio’s ass. Emilio whined as his cunt twitched around the other’s cock and he shot his own small load as the cock inside his ass started filling him. The condom wouldn’t do much, alphas usually came too much to make them useful, but Emilio didn’t give a damn.
That itch was happy—he was happy. He slunk back against the alpha punk as the other pulled out and disposed of the condom on the floor.
“Yo, you’re turn. He’s tight as fuck, man.”
Emilio opened his eyes as the one keeping watch came for his turn. “Cunt or mouth?”
The punk undid his pants and pulled out his cock. “Bend down, bitch.”
The one behind him forced him to bend over while still knotted in his ass. Emilio didn’t protest or resist, happily bending over, keeping his ass snug against the one behind him as alpha seed continued to pulse inside him. His mouth opened as it came closer to the cock. He gripped the other’s waist and swallowed the cock down.
“Fuck, yeah,” the punk groaned, gripping his hair, and fucking into his mouth. Emilio hallowed his cheeks and sucked, bobbing up and down as best as he could with the punk thrusting forward.
“The fuck you lookin’ at, bitch!” Emilio heard the cunt guy barking at someone on the train. “Mind ya damn business!”
Emilio closed his eyes and ignored him, instead focusing on the cock in his mouth and the knot in his ass. He let one hand leave the guy’s waist and slipped his fingers under him. He shoved them into his slick cunt and played with himself, rubbing along his walls. The alpha behind him bucked forward, his knot giving a delicious tug that made Emilio moan around the mouthful of cock.
The knot deflated just before the cock unloaded in his mouth. Emilio swallowed all the guy gave and pulled back as the other slipped out of his ass. Sure enough, his seed dribbled out having broken free from the condom.
The train slowed and came to a stop. The three punks didn’t say a word as they zipped up and left the train and Emilio. Emilio straightened up and pulled up his thong and smoothed down his skirt. The thong did nothing to stop the alpha spunk from dribbling down his thighs.
He glanced around him and found the train empty now.
Good.
Emilio smiled and waited for his stop.
At his stop, Emilio got off and bounced up the stairs and down the block to the seedy, no tell, motel he found a month previous. Emilio entered the small lobby and found the usual old man behind the counter.
Garth barely looked up from his crossword before crooking a finger at Emilio. Emilio went to the door that led into the office and waited for the buzzer to announce the door was unlocked. When it came, Emilio entered the office, shutting the door behind him. He took off both packs and dropped to his knees in front of the old man who was fishing his cock out of his pants.
Sex for a room. A blowjob at check in, a fuck up the ass in the morning when Garth left his shift, another blowjob the next night when he came back on shift.
Emilio opened his mouth and happily went to town sucking the old man’s cock. He fondled the beta’s balls as he bobbed, sucked, deep throated him, and licked him until he was groaning and filling Emilio’s mouth with cum several moments later.
After swallowing, Emilio stood and accepted the key to room fourteen then left the office. He put his stuff in the room, taking only the mini backpack with his supplies for walking the streets.
He brushed his teeth, cleaned his ass then after a quick straightening of his clothes and reapplying lipstick, Emilio was gone, walking down the block, swishing his hips, and waiting to be picked up.
The area he liked was always good for business. It was a block away from the red-light district which always brought decent travelers. Emilio thought about getting together with a brothel soon but didn’t want the hassle of getting a fake ID. He was doing fine walking the street around the district, looking like a slut asking for it. Emilio really didn’t care about the money. He just wanted to be fucked. Taking money was just a perk. If they couldn’t afford fifty for a fuck, Emilio didn’t need their dick. He knew fifty was cheap and he could easily charge more but he wanted dick, and it was easy to get if he was cheap.
He passed a few other streetwalkers, giving nods to them as he walked by. He never talked to them. Didn’t feel the need to. They did their own thing and Emilio did his.
Emilio went to a corner that usually did well for him and only had to wait a few moments before a sleek sedan slowly pulled up along the curb and stopped before him.
Emilio approached as the window of the passenger side which was rolled down. He propped one hand on the roof as he leaned down, jutting his ass out and letting his top’s fabric hang and flutter. If Emilio had tits, he’d be showing them off but sadly not. Not that he wanted protrusions coming from his chest, his nips were just fine with his flat chest.
A middle-aged businessman, still in his suit sat in the driver’s seat. Beta, Emilio could tell. He didn’t give off alpha energy.
“Hey, cutie,” Emilio smiled sweetly and spoke. “You lookin’ for something?”
The man sized him up then smiled back. He was decent looking. Broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair, a nice smile. He’d do.
“Yeah, directions.”
“Oh?” Emilio replied. “Where to?”
“Maybe someplace quiet so we can get to know one another.”
Really dude? Emilio kept smiling, “I have three holes you can get to know. Which one do you want?”
The man blinked, not expecting the forwardness. He adjusted himself in the car, looked around the area in front of him then back to Emilio. “Um…how…how much?”
“Twenty to suck you in the car. Fifty to fuck my cunt or ass. A hundred bareback.”
“Get in.”
Emilio did. “There’s a vacant lot under the train tracks two blocks north. Park there.”
The man nodded and drove off, glancing to Emilio every few seconds. Emilio smiled back and slipped a hand into the man’s lap, massaging his crotch.
“What do you want, baby?” Emilio asked when the guy was turning into the lot.
“You clean?”
“So clean,” Emilio replied, still massaging the beta. He was. He made sure to get tested often at the clinic near the motel.
“You said…” the man nodded down to Emilio’s lap. “You have…two?”
“Omegan X. Have a cock, no balls, cunt, and ass. Cunt and ass wet just as an Omegan Ys would, but I can’t get knocked up by the ass like they can.”
“Can I…touch first?”
Emilio nodded and spread his legs in the seat. He lifted his skirt and let the man touch him, ticking his cock through the fabric before sneaking two fingers along the thong string over his cunt.
“You’re wet.”
“Yeah,” Emilio moaned.
The man’s eyes darkened. He licked his lips as he continued rubbing Emilio’s cunt, moving the fabric to the side and smearing the wetness around as more leaked out. “A hundred, you said. Bareback?”
Emilio bit his bottom lip as one of the man’s fingertips slipped in between the lips of his cunt’s smooth slit and entered him. “Yeah. You wanna cum in me?”
“I do.” The fingers spread inside him wiggled.
“Good, because I love cum in my cunt.” Emilio moved from the seat and into the man’s lap. He kissed him heatedly, ignoring the surprised faltering of the man. Emilio didn’t care about kissing or not, he just needed dick.
He pulled back and grabbed at the guy’s belt and pants. The man sat still while Emilio got his cock free and stroked him. Emilio shrugged off his mini backpack and took out some lube he used for beta Johns as their dicks didn’t self-lubricate. A sad biological feature but Emilio didn’t mind. A dick was a dick, and this guy was nicely sized. He squirted some lube onto the man and stroked his cock.
“I’m Robbie.”
“Em.” Em grabbed the seat handle and made Robbie lay flat. He let go of his cock and sat down on him, rolling his hips. Emilio reached under and pulled the thong to the side, letting the thick dick slide along his wet slit.
Robbie grabbed his ass under the skirt, massaging the globes. Emilio ground down and whined feeling the head dig into the side mound of his cunt.
Robbie thrust his cock up against him. Emilio moaned and reached under himself, grabbing Robbie, and sitting up to get it in place. No more play time. He inched down and whined as he felt himself being breached for the second time in less than an hour. His cunt fluttered, his walls producing more slick to ease the way of the lubed up cock.
"You feel so good," Robbie groaned, eyes widening as Emilio took him deeper.
Emilio nodded. He knew he was good. Tight, hot, and wet as he sat down completely onto the beta’s cock, not pausing to adjust or to give Robbie any time before he started moving. He slid up and down the complete length of Robbie’s cock.
Robbie tensed underneath him, his hands gripping his ass tight as he groaned out “Em.”
Emilio moaned, rolling his hips down harder and faster, working up to rough pace that had him constantly mewling and scratching the itch inside him.
“Fuck,” Robbie groan, bucking up. “Enthus…ah…astic whore, aren’t you?”
Emilio nodded and started bouncing, drilling Robbie’s cock in him over and over, hitting special spot inside him.
“Yes…yes…yes!” Emilio mewled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Robbie didn’t exist. Just his wonderful cock.
The car rocked gently; the driver’s window started to fog from their heavy breathing. Slit, squelching of cock driving into a tight, wet cunt filled their ears, egging them on.
Robbie bucked up, fingers slipping between his ass cheeks and rubbed against his asshole. Emilio whined and pressed back against them as he moved. Robbie got the picture and pushed his fingers against the slick pucker, breaching Emilio’s other hole and diving deep.
“Ah!” Emilio moaned loudly, his cock twitched and leaked as sparks shot through his body. Almost, so close. He leaned forward and rode him rougher, feeling the fabric of Robbie’s pants scratching his skin.
Robbie slid a third finger in alongside the other two, crooking them in just the right way. Emilio soon came with a sharp cry, his body twitched and shuddered as his orgasm spread from his spasming cunt throughout his body. His cock jerked and his useless seed spurted out into the underwear it was trapped in.
“Fuck!” Robbie grunted, jerking his hips up into Emilio’s tight heat. Emilio clamped around him and felt the cock twitch and then sweet relief.
Emilio arched his back and closed his eyes, sighing happily as warm cum filled him. Robbie panted under him, laying against his car seat with a blissed-out expression.
Emilio pet his chest then slowly rocked his hips, rolling gently, wanting ever last bit of the beta’s release. Robbie removed his fingers from his ass and gave his right cheek a firm smack.
“God damn, you’re good.”
Emilio grinned. “I know.” He clenched around Robbie once more then said, “Another hundred and you can fuck my ass too.”
Robbie rolled his eyes up into his head and muttered, “Jesus.”
A little while later, Emilio stumbled out of Robbie’s car. He reached under his skirt and pulled his thong back into place against his leaking holes. Cum slid down his thighs but he didn’t care. Robbie got his money’s worth, and Emilio got his itch scratched.
But he still needed more.
He waved bye to Robbie and waltzed away, smoothing down his skirt and hoping his next cock came by soon.
A block from the lot, another cock came by.
A car pulled up and Emilio entered. They drove to a secluded spot nearby and Emilio once more had another cock in his cunt.
Once that client was satisfied, Emilio set back out, getting another block before a young man came around the corner, dressed like some Hipster out to club. He stopped when Emilio got closer. Emilio winked at him as he passed the alpha. He counted to ten, getting to four before he was called.
“Hey.”
Emilio smiled at himself then turned around looking innocent. “Yeah?”
“You good?” The man nodded down to Emilio’s legs.
He didn’t have to look down to know, he could still feel the cum of his two clients dribbling out of him. “I’m perfect. How about you?”
The Hipster walked closer. “I’m good.” He stopped and looked down at Emilio, eyeing him. “You sure you’re good to be out here all alone? How old are you?”
“Old enough,” Emilio replied, taking a step closer and putting his hands on his hips. “What about you? All alone out here. Looking for something? Someone to…ease some tension?”
The Hipster’s eyes widened.
Emilio winked and bit his bottom lip, trying to look sultry.
“You…um…ease…tension?” The guy asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“I love relieving tension.” Emilio stepped closer and ran a finger down the alpha’s chest, stopping at this pant line.
“Yeah?” the guy asked, now smirking. A fun glint twinkling in his eyes. “How much to relieve some tension?”
Emilio relayed his prices then nodded back down the street to an alley he’d passed by a block away. The Hipster let him lead the way, following Emilio to the alley and behind a dumpster that didn’t smell as bad as it looked.
Emilio took the guy’s money, shoving the sixty-five dollars he had into his bralette. He didn’t care that it wasn’t a hundred, any money would do to get a cock in him.
“Ass or cunt?” Emilio asked, pulling down his thong and turning around to face the building.
“Cunt,” the guy said, unzipping and shuffling close. “I can come in you, right?”
“Oh, yeah. And knot.”
“Fuck, yeah,” the guy groaned. A hand slipped down between Emilio thighs and under his skirt. He moaned as the Hipster pressed his fingers against his soaked cunt.
“Already been fucked tonight?”
“Yeah,” Emilio whined as two fingers slid in. They jabbed in deep. Emilio's so wet from slick and cum. He popped his ass out, begging for dick. “C’mon, baby, fuck me.” He widened his stance to give the alpha more accessibility.
“I am.” The guy’s cock jabbed against his ass. The fingers in him sadly leave as the Hipster adjusted behind him, one hand pulling Emilio’s hips up a bit. The alpha’s dick slid under his ass and dragged against his slit. “Fuck,” the guy groaned, his head slipping along the wet lips.
Emilio sighed in relief as the dick finally breached him, sinking in slowly. The guy ran his hands over Emilio’s back, rubbing up and down his spine gently. His cock nice and big, inching deeper and deeper. Emilio’s eyelashes fluttered as he rolled his head and relished being filled again. He rolled his hips back, wanting it all to just shove in.
The guy groaned and snapped his hips forward. One hand hooked around to press against Emilio’s stomach, the other gripped his hip as he bottomed out. Emilio’s moaned happily when their hips are snug tight together.
He felt so good speared open on alpha dick. His cunt stuffed so full.
“Gonna fuck you, omega.”
“Fuck me hard,” Emilio told him. He tightened his cunt, squeezing along the thick length and encouraging the alpha to move.
Hipster dragged his cock out of Emilio, leaving just the head in, only to slam back in. Emilio gasped and curled his fingers against the wall. Sparks of white-hot heat up his spine. The hands gripping Emilio’s hips tighten as the hipster did it again and again, fucking in and out of him sharply.
“Yes,” Emilio panted. His wet cunt squelching loudly as the dick moves through two other men’s spunk. Emilio bowed his back and started pushing back against him. “Harder.”
Hipster grunted and moved faster, their skin slapping together. His dick scratching that itch wonderfully. Emilio dropped his head down, staring at the ground as he was fucked. He closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure coursing through him. He’d never get enough of being fucked. Not since his first heat and discovering that itch inside him. The almost insatiable need for dick. He didn’t know how he got through the week without dick. When Caleb was in town, he could have his dick. Caleb was discreet, kind of nerdy, Emilio’s cunt was probably the only action he saw even as an alpha.
Jackson would never fuck him. Not until they were married, and Emilio wasn’t going down that route with Jackson. Jackson was a safe boyfriend to have so his parents thought he was a good boy.
And a good boy he was.
A very good boy who snuck off on weekends to be plowed by strange men’s dicks.
“Fuck,” Emilio whined as he felt hipster’s knot expanding.
“You want it?” Hipster grunted. “Want my knot, you slut?”
“Yes, please,” Emilio begged. Knots were amazing bonuses to alpha dicks. He loved being impaled and stuck on them as cum filled his channels. He gasped and came, his little omega cock bursting his useless release onto the ground. He clenched his cunt around the alpha.
Hipster kept fucking him, his tight omega pussy making obscene, wet noises as he slaps his balls against him. His knot grew and grew until finally he stuck inside. Emilio shook and moaned as the cock buried deep inside him, his cunt’s lips stretched wide around the knot. Hipster let out a long, deep groan. His cock twitched and soon Emilio felt the lovely feeling of hot seed pouring into him.
“Fuck,” Hipster moaned, stilling his hips as they were flush together.
“Yeah,” Emilio agreed.
After Hipster, a few more cars picked him up and filled him. He was just about to head back to the hotel to clean up when another an SUV pulled up alongside him.
Emilio stopped and approached the window of the passenger side. A cute guy sat there. Another one in the driver’s seat.
“Hey,” Emilio greeted. “Looking for something?”
The one in the passenger seat looked him over. “How much to party? It’s my buddy’s bachelor party and we want to show him a good time before he’s tied down to the same cunt forever.”
“Party? Party of how many?” Emilio asked.
Another two guys poked their heads up from the backseat.
“A party of four,” the passenger seat guy said. “Do you have any vacancies?”
Emilio bit his lip and at them cutely. “I might. Five hundred, though, to party for a few hours. You have to get the hotel.”
“What can we do?”
“Fuck me.”
The men all grinned.
Naked in the hotel room, Emilio lowered himself down to his knees. He spread his legs and showed off his cunt to the four guys. He trailed his hand down his body and played with his cock as they started to undress. His fingers went lower to his cunt and brushed them against his wet mound.
He lifted up on his knees and sunk two fingers inside his cum filled hole. Emilio licked his lips as one approached, cock in hand and rubbed the head against Emilio’s mouth. Emilio opened up and sucked the head.
The man groaned. Emilio sunk his mouth down his cock, humming lightly around him, his pink lips grazing halfway down his length before sliding back up to the head.
''Mm,'' Emilio moaned around him then started bobbing his head. The three others came around him. Emilio lifted his hands and grabbed their cocks, stroking them as he sucked the first one. The man groaned and ran his hands through Emilio’s hair. Emilio slid his mouth down the men’s shaft, sucking hard and rubbing his tongue along the underside.
Emilio worked the men’s cock with enthusiasm. It was punctuated by the occasional soft gasps and groans given by the men above him. His hands moved as best as he could, switching between the three dicks.
Emilio hummed around the cock and worked his mouth up and down the shaft, licking and swirling his tongue around the head and down the length as he did so, leaving the man grunting and groaning. He swallowed it all the way down, until his face smushed against the man’s trousers. His throat easily relaxed and let the cock go deeper than it should. Emilio hollowed his cheeks and hummed. The fingers on his head dug in as Emilio felt the men’s cock twitch in his mouth.
“I…I’m…” was all the warning Emilio got before he felt hot spurts of liquid hit the back of his throat as the man came. Emilio hummed around him, sucking him good and hard, swallowing all he had to offer before pulling back and letting the cock pop out of his mouth. Emilio licked his lips and turned his attention to the others. Emilio leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one cock head. He slid down the shaft, hollowing his cheeks and moaning around the man before pulling back off.
He turned his head to the other’s cock which he was still stroking. Emilio did the same, wrapping his lips around the head and slowly sucking the man’s cock down his throat. He hummed and moaned, sucking the man hard before sliding back off with a pop.
Emilio gripped two together and pressed the cock heads tougher. He moaned and pressed his tongue, wide and wet, against both slits. They both groaned. A hand grabbed Emilio’s head.
“Such a good cocksucker,” one said.
“He is,” the other agreed.
“But we paid for a lot more than oral.”
Emilio repeated the motion, lapping at the two heads with his tongue. He moaned happily and took both cocks into his mouth which stretched him almost painfully too wide. He did his best to swirl his tongue around them both. It was uncomfortable, but he loved sucking cock, and he loved the little grunts and groans he was drawing from the men.
They pushed him back after a moment.
“Keep your mouth open.”
Emilio sat up straight on his knees, titled his head back and opened his mouth wide. He watched them take over stroking themselves. Fast, firm tugs until Emilio had to close his eyes as hot seed splattered into his mouth and tongue. The other men followed next, more cum landing in streaks across Emilio’s face and mouth.
Emilio opened his eyes and found the two watching him intently. Emilio closed his mouth and swallowed then stuck his tongue out and tried to get what he could reach from around his mouth.
The guy that first talked to him in the car, pulled him up and bent him over the bed. Emilio jutted his ass out and wiggled it.
The man spread his wet cheeks and the blunt head of a cock was soon pressed against his asshole. Emilio pushed back and whined.
The alpha sunk in slowly, groaning at the tight heat around him. Emilio bowed his back and pressed back more, wanting to be a good whore for the men. He moaned again.
The alpha bottomed out and then pulled back. He slowly pumped his hips then picked up the pace, fucking Emilio in earnest. Emilio took it, closing his eyes and focusing on the cock inside him, rubbing his walls, beating his sensitive prostate. Little Emilio perked up between his legs bobbing about as his hips were jostled back and forth.
The guy’s hands slipped from his waist and up his sides until the curled around and grabbed his chest. Emilio whined as the alpha squeezed his flat pecs then rubbed his fingers against his nipples.
“Fuck,” the alpha groaned behind.
Emilio bounced back, meeting the man’s thrusts. The man panted and grunted. Emilio squeezed around him. He shot his own small load just as the knot started to swell inside him. Emilio rocked back, fucking himself on the cock and growing knot.
When it locked in, the guy cursed softly and shivered. His cock twitched and busted inside him.
“Ah,” the guy sighed in relief.
Emilio wiggled hips back against the alpha and jostling the knot.
The alpha gave him a light slap on his ass then moved them onto the bed. Emilio whined as he was spun around. His back laid against the man’s chest. The man grabbed his legs and spread them.
“Who's next?”
Emilio moaned as one of the other guys crawled over him. The man slapped his cock against Emilio’s cunt then fed it inside. Emilio dropped his head back against the alpha in his ass and grabbed at the one above him’s arms. He laid over Emilio and rocked his hips, sinking his cock in deeper.
“Fuck,” the man grunted.
Emilio panted as the man moved, fucking him in earnest, drilling his long cock into his cunt over and over. The knot in his ass deflated before the one on top was finished.
Emilio gasped as he was flipped over again, settling on top of the guy. Emilio splayed his hands out on his chest and started riding him, coaxing his knot to start to swell. Another man settled behind him. Emilio rocked back. His cheeks spread, his wet asshole quivering as a new cockhead rubbed against his pucker.
“Get in me,” Emilio begged. “Fuck me hard.”
The man behind him didn’t hesitate to drive into him. Emilio cried out, bowing his back and tightening his cunt around the cocks inside him. Both men groaned, grabbed Emilio and started fucking him roughly.
Emilio’s eyes rolled back as his body thrummed in such happy bliss, his itch getting scratched so well. The fourth guy climbed onto the bed near them. Emilio opened his mouth and begged for his cock in his mouth.
Emilio headed back to his hotel room for the night. The hotel the group took him to had been nice, but the hotel had been several blocks away. He picked up a few cocks on the way back, walking gingerly as he was starting to get sore.
He turned a corner and walked past a large black SUV idling on the curb. Emilio ignored it, walking a few feet before stopping at the entrance of an alley as he heard a ruckus. Emilio looked.
A group of men stood down the way. One picked up a guy from the ground then punched him hard across the face, making the man fall back to the ground. Emilio watched the man be pulled up again then punched once more before someone noticed him.
One guy motioned to another who had his back to Emilio. The man turned around and spotted Emilio. He took a few steps away from the men behind him towards Emilio. The man was good looking, blonde, and tall. Definitely an alpha.
He waved his hand, shooing Emilio away. “Run along, little omega. This doesn’t concern you.”
“You don’t say,” Emilio quipped back. “But if any of you want to concern yourself with my cunt, it’s a hundred bucks.”
The blonde cocked his head to the side. “We have no need for a used cunt. Go away."
"It's still good and tight."
"Fuck off or else.”
Emilio gave him the finger just to be a brat and then walked off. Not the first time he’d seen some shady shit and wouldn’t be the last.
The blonde was cute though.
Emilio continued to his hotel room. He went into the bathroom and stripped before getting into the shower. Emilio relaxed under the hot spray and let the sweat and other fluids wash away. He put one hand against the wall and lowered the other. Emilio moaned as he slid his fingers along his well-loved cunt. He dipped two fingers inside and bore down, cleaning himself out as best as he could. He then moved his hand away and to his ass, and worked fingers inside his puckered, leaking hole.
When he was done with his shower, Emilio gingerly left the bathroom, wrapped himself in a robe and laid down on the bed, falling asleep to happy dreams of alpha cocks.