I Fucked My Bully Right After He Fucked Me

*All characters in this story are 18+*

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Wes stared up at me, sprawled across the mattress, his chest slick with sweat, his cock flushed red and still hard from everything we’d just done. His eyes flicked down to mine, then lower. “You’re serious?” he breathed. “You’re actually gonna... fuck me?”

I stepped closer, dragging my palm along his thigh, up to his hipbone. “Unless you’re backing out.”

He let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Shit. I don’t know what it’s gonna feel like.”

“It’s different,” I said softly, “but it’s good. You trust me?”

His eyes met mine. Clear. Honest. Vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. He nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m in. Just… be gentle, okay?”

From the side of the bed, Luca leaned back against the headboard, still stroking himself lazily. He grinned at the two of us, shaking his head like he was watching his favorite late-night drama unfold in real time. “Don’t worry,” Luca smirked. “You’ll take it like a champ.”

Wes rolled his eyes but cracked a smile. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Luca said with a low laugh. “Look at you. On your back, cock still hard, eyes wide like a virgin on prom night. It’s cute.”

Wes looked up at me again. His smile faded into something quieter. Realer. “Okay,” he said, voice low. “Let’s do it. Noah…”

The way he said my name, it landed deep. I leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, while my hands moved down his body. I gave him a moment to breathe, to settle, to feel. “You’re doing great,” I whispered against his lips. “Just relax.”

I slicked up, took my time, let my cock slide slowly between his cheeks, not pushing in yet. Just letting him feel the weight of it. He twitched under me, legs trembling slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s big.”

I smiled, “You’ll manage.”

Then, gently, I started to press in. Wes gasped; sharp and open-mouthed—as the first inch of my cock sank in his hole.

I paused. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he panted. “Just... keep going.”

I did. Slow and steady. I held onto his hips, kept eye contact, watched every flicker of sensation on his face. When I finally bottomed out, he let out a long, shaking breath. “Jesus Christ…”

“You feel full?” I asked, rubbing soothing circles along his thigh.
“Full is an understatement,” he muttered. “You’re fucking inside me. Completely”

“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “And you’re taking it so good.”

Luca shifted beside us, sitting upright now, watching like a director behind the scenes of a masterpiece. “Don’t forget,” he said casually, wrapping a hand around his cock again, “his mouth is still free.”

Wes’s eyes flicked sideways and Luca was there, thick and glistening, just inches away.

“I mean,” Luca added, voice low, “since you’re already being used…”

Wes hesitated only a second, then leaned over, lips parting. He wrapped his mouth around the tip of Luca's cock, slow at first. Luca let out a deep groan, threading fingers through Wes’s messy hair.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

I started to move; just a slow rock of my hips. Wes moaned around Luca’s cock, his whole body twitching under the pressure of it all. “You’re taking it so fucking well,” I whispered, gripping his thighs, watching my cock slide in and out of him. “You feel unreal, Wes.”

He moaned louder, bobbing his head on Luca, gasping between breaths. The way his body clenched around me with every thrust—fuck, it was perfect. I shifted the angle slightly—aimed higher, slower—and Wes let out a muffled cry. His hips bucked up.

“There?” I asked.
He nodded, eyes wide, lips slick from Luca’s cock.
“That’s it,” Luca murmured, his tone almost reverent. “Keep going. Fuck him just like that.”

I picked up the pace, gradually, keeping every thrust deep and controlled. Wes’s hand moved to his own cock now, finally giving it the attention it deserved. His rhythm matched mine—stroking himself in time with every push into his body.

“Jesus. Noah,” he gasped, pulling off Luca just long enough to speak. “I didn’t think I’d like this so much…”
“You love it,” I groaned. “Admit it.”
“Fuck. I do.”

Luca chuckled, his voice thick. “You two are fucking *in sync*.”

Wes whimpered, jerking himself faster now. His whole body was flushed, dripping, wrecked. I could feel myself getting close. The tension coiling low in my stomach. The slap of skin filled the room. Sweat dripped down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” Wes gasped. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come—”
“Me too,” I groaned, driving into him harder, deeper. “Come with me.”

And we did.

Wes cried out, his cock spilling across his stomach in thick, hot ropes just as I slammed deep inside and came with him. I collapsed forward, forehead resting on his chest, breath shaky, heart racing.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dazed and glowing. “That was... fuck.”

We stayed like that for a second—breathing, shaking, bodies still pulsing from it all.

Then Luca stood, towering over us, still hard, still waiting. “Don’t forget me,” he said, stroking himself with purpose now. “I’m close.”

Wes looked up, eyes glassy. He opened his mouth without hesitation. Luca groaned, stepped closer, and after just a few strokes, he came—painting Wes’s flushed, open face with thick, hot ropes that dripped down his cheek, his lips, his chin.

Wes blinked, dazed. He licked his lips slowly, and Luca grinned. “Good boy,” Luca said, brushing Wes’s hair back. “You earned that.”

We lay there, tangled and wrecked, the air still thick with sweat, cum, and something heavier; something like relief. Like release. Wes blinked up at the ceiling, face streaked, chest still rising and falling.

He let out a low, breathless laugh. “That was one hell of a reunion…” Then he turned his head toward me, lips tugging into a smirk. “Worth the wait, Noah.”

My chest ached in the best way. I laughed, breath catching. “I can’t believe *Wes Carter fucked me* .”

Wes raised an eyebrow. “And I can’t believe I let you fuck me.”

“Correction,” Luca murmured, tracing a finger through the mess on Wes’s chest, “you begged for it.”

Wes just shook his head and grinned, not denying a thing.

And me? I just stared at him, at both of them and thought: ***Goddamn. I really fucked my bully.***