The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Golden rays of sunshine were streaming through Marcus’ window and he was far too fucked up to appreciate it.

He had a hangover. Well, strictly speaking, it wasn’t exactly a hangover. He didn’t think he’d had any alcohol; his memories from last night were blurry, at best. Even if he had, alcohol just went straight through his system anyway, processed out of his bloodstream by his accelerated healing factor before he could even appreciate it.

It wasn’t that it was impossible for Marcus to be drunk, but usually by the time that he felt buzzed, he would have had enough alcohol to drink to kill an adult bull elephant. Most of the time, it just wasn’t worth the effort—or the expense, for that matter.

What he was experiencing was a lingering VNM high. It was why he was fucked up but not miserable. And he knew that because this wasn’t his first time. He was still working at Darwin’s club. He couldn’t bring himself to quit. He kept telling himself it was all just to gather more information, but he hadn’t been doing even that.

Marcus didn’t even know why he was doing what Darwin had told him to. He was keeping his head down. He wasn’t asking questions. He was focusing on the job he was getting paid to do.

It was so out of character. He wasn’t the kind of guy to toe the line, especially when that line was drawn by a creep like Darwin. But he had to. He needed to investigate. He needed to find out what Chimera’s plans were for VNM. He needed to figure out where the supply was coming from, or if Chimera was manufacturing it in more than one place.

Every time he considered crossing the line, Marcus managed to talk himself out of it. He didn’t want to be disruptive. He made a promise when he shook Darwin’s hand. He didn’t want Darwin to get suspicious and tip Chimera off.

Sometimes, he told himself that he was just too horny to do things properly, so he shouldn’t do anything at all. Or maybe he told himself that it just wasn’t the right time to snoop around.

It was one flimsy justification after another. Deep down, he knew he was just making excuses. His reasons were shallow at best and didn’t really stand up to scrutiny. But they worked for him. It was the only way he could stay sane knowing, deep down, how badly he was bungling this whole thing.

It was the VNM. It was so thick in the air in the club these days that there was no escaping it. Almost all the patrons were using VNM and every time he breathed it in, his rationality went straight out the window.

Marcus had always had a high sex drive, but VNM brought out his inner slut. It was like he lost all semblance of discipline and self-control. He just couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to and most of the time he didn’t even want to stop.

He rubbed his hard-on. His super-healing abilities weren’t working on VNM like they were supposed to. He had to quit. He knew that. But the high just felt too good. That he was still feeling so high hours after the fact was just incredible.

Marcus groaned. Trevor had taught him and his brothers that sexuality was nothing to be ashamed of. He knew that. But he also knew that not everyone was sex-positive. Even Trevor clearly had hang-ups about it.

He’d always been open about who he was, but the truth was that he’d also always held back. Not by much, granted, but he’d never been able to fully indulge the desires inside him.

That repression had nothing to do with Marcus and everything to do with Trevor. His father was such an upstanding, admired man in the community. He didn’t want to be the family embarrassment, even if he didn’t feel at all embarrassed by who he was and what he was into.

Hell, Marcus knew that his dad wouldn’t care but he still didn’t want people to look at Trevor and think “He’s a great guy but it’s a shame one of his sons is an unrepentant slut.”

Maybe that was why he was coming around on this VNM thing. He knew it was horrible for him. He was getting hooked on a drug. It was getting to the point that he couldn’t help himself. But it was a convenient excuse.

Marcus had been holding himself back for so long that it felt as natural as breathing. VNM took those chains and threw them straight out the window. High on VNM, he felt free. To be himself. To indulge his kinks. To be as perverse and depraved as he wanted to be.

It was that liberty, more than anything else, that was so incredibly intoxicating about VNM. To him, anyway.

Marcus eyed the gym bag he brought to the club for work. It was just sitting there in the corner. There were at least four or five vapes in there, one that he got from Skylar and a couple more he’d gotten from other coworkers and clients.

So far, he’d managed to resist using those vapes, but it was becoming more and more tempting every day. His cock twitched. The prospect was so appealing.

Marcus leaked pre-cum all over his hand as he imagined himself taking a good, long drag of VNM. He took a deep breath while he did it, letting out a low, shaky moan. God. He wanted to try it so badly.

He didn’t even know why he was holding back. Maybe it was the rational part of him that knew there wouldn’t be any going back once he crossed that line. Maybe it was the thought that Trevor would be disappointed in him if he gave into the temptation.

Marcus had to ask himself if anything would really change if he decided to just use one of those vapes. He was already practically swimming in VNM when he was working at the club. The air was so thick with VNM during the peak hours that probably every square foot of the place was covered in a dense haze of it.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed. He was still touching himself, fingers curled loosely around his cock as he idly stroked his erection.

Marcus walked over to his gym bag. He crouched next to it and unzipped it one-handed. The vapes were faintly glowing in the shade cast by his nightstand, almost as if they were tempting him, calling out to him to use them.

He gulped, his throat suddenly dry, his mouth watering. The allure of doing something he knew was bad was too strong.

Before he could change his mind, Marcus grabbed one of the vapes out of the bag, moaning loudly as a glob of pre-cum leaked from his cock. He regretted it as soon as the vape was in his hand. He’d taken the first step, which meant the ones to follow would be even easier to take—that was basic psychology—but he could hardly stop himself.

Marcus knew he’d crossed the Rubicon. It would be impossible to turn back at this point. Not that much would have changed. He was pretty much already using the vapes, but with extra steps. He couldn’t remember how many times clients had taken extra long drags off of their vapes only to kiss him and force him to suck down a lungful of VNM vapor.

Fuck, he thought to himself. Maybe if Liam had been there to stop him, he wouldn’t have been so fucked up. The bouncer had been one of the more level-headed workers at the club, one of the guys that didn’t seem to fully buy into whatever bullshit Darwin was peddling.

Liam had grounded Marcus, kept him from getting carried away, but he’d been gone for a few days. He’d asked Darwin about it, but all Darwin had had to say about Liam’s disappearance was that it had something to do with a family emergency.

Marcus should have tried to figure out if Darwin was telling the truth, but he’d been too fucked up on VNM at the time to even consider doing it. Fuck it. He’d figure it out another time. He was too fucking horny to dwell on other shit.

His hand trembled as he brought the vape to his lips. This was it. This was the moment. He hesitated before pressing the button on the side, the purple lines on the plastic casing lighting up as the vape spooled up.

Fuck it, Marcus told himself. He needed this. He took a good long drag, his pupils dilating as his body flushed with warmth. His cock twitched and leaked, suddenly twice as sensitive as it was supposed to be—if not more.

The doubts and uncertainty swimming in his head disappeared in a blink, replaced with a haze of such intense horniness he could barely even think of anything else. What thoughts did remain were horny and perverse.

Marcus waddled over to the mirror in his room, cock in one hand, and vape clutched in the other. He stroked his cock faster as he watched himself in the mirror, moaning at just how fucking hard his cock was. He didn’t think he’d ever seen it so hard.

He took another long drag off of the vape, his cock visibly throbbing in his reflection. He exhaled a cloud of purple vapor, his pupils dilating, his irises taking on a tinge of purple. Fuck. His whole body shivered with pleasure.

Marcus’ hand flew faster up and down his cock. He watched himself as he approached orgasm, feeling a heady rush of pleasure as his muscles visibly tensed in the mirror.

His toes curled against the floor. His balls pulled up against his body, churning with a fat load. A long, low moan spilled out of him before he took another drag.

Marcus’ head filled with mindless bliss as he came hard, spraying the mirror with shot after shot of thick, warm cum.

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Marcus was practically glowing. He couldn’t get over how good orgasms could be on VNM. He had to wonder why he’d even resisted in the first place. It felt kind of stupid now, with the benefit of hindsight.

This pleasure could have been at his disposal all along, and yet he’d fought it. All this time, he’d thought VNM was bad. He told himself it was wrong that he was getting hooked on it. And yet, it felt so fucking good it couldn’t possibly be.

Marcus took a deep breath. It felt amazing not to have silly things like inhibitions hanging around his shoulders. It was liberating in a way he hadn’t anticipated it being.

There was still a drop of pearly white cum on the tip of his dick when he left his room. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have been ballsy enough to go to breakfast stark naked, but he was still riding the VNM high and the afterglow from probably the best nut he’d had in months.

A small part of Marcus was mortified at the thought of what he was doing, but it wasn’t like his brothers had never seen him naked before. They were all men. A stiff cock was hardly the end of the world.

That little voice in the back of his head told him that seeing him naked coming out of the shower was one thing. He was hard, horny, and if he was being honest, still eager to go another round. This was unmistakably sexual and being like that in front of his brothers even if they weren’t related by blood, was wrong.

Marcus knew most people would see what he was doing as perverse and disgusting, but he found it difficult to care. That was the part that made it hot, the thing that made his cock twitch.

Besides, he wasn’t sure his brothers would necessarily object. In the past, maybe, but things had taken a bit of a strange turn at home in recent days. There was so much charged sexual tension in the air he felt like he could cut through it.

Marcus took another drag of VNM before throwing the vape back into his room and closing the door behind him. He felt like he was on top of the world, his cock pointing straight out in front of it. His erection swung from side to side, flinging pre-cum every which way.

A cloud of purple followed him as he walked into the kitchen. He didn’t feel a single shred of shame as he came in with his head held high and cock proudly erect.

Marcus’ brothers were all there. He was usually one of the first to the breakfast table, but then again, he’d had a bit of a detour after getting out of bed.

Leo and Tristan both looked up just as Marcus was walking in. Their eyes went wide as they saw him and he could feel their gazes slide right down the front of his body to his cock.

Tristan turned red. He tore his gaze away from Marcus’ cock, but not before letting it linger maybe just a couple of seconds too long. He was trying to hide it, but his elevated heart rate said everything Marcus needed to know about exactly how he was feeling.

Leo, on the other hand, didn’t seem able to look away at all. His cheeks flushed, his pupils dilating. He shifted in his seat, his heart rate spiking just like Tristan.

Marcus shook his hips, making his cock wag from side to side as he cracked a grin at his two younger brothers. “Good morning, bros,” he said, openly scratching his stomach.

“Did you forget to put clothes on?” said Leo. He sounded as sarcastic as ever, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of desire in his voice. He even openly licked his lips. If he was trying to hide his arousal, he was doing an atrocious job.

Looking around, Marcus noticed they were all at least shirtless. He could just about make out that Tristan was wearing a jockstrap from out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t even known that Tristan owned one of those.

The jockstrap was what Marcus would call well-loved. It was yellowed and worn out, probably more than a handful of years old, and since Tristan used to play sports in high school, it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

The more he thought about it, the more Marcus realized it made sense that Tristan still had a jockstrap from high school, even though he was a working man now. Clothes were worn until they broke in the Chan household. Ratty clothes were usually downgraded to house clothes instead of thrown out.

Marcus turned his attention to Leo. There was a table between him and the youngest, so unfortunately, he couldn’t quite see if Leo was just as naked as he was. Derek, on the other hand, was at the stove with just a pair of briefs on under his apron.

He walked up to the table, grabbing his cock by the base. He thwapped it a couple of times on the surface, leaving smears and strings of pre-cum on the tabletop. “It’s all intentional, bro,” said Marcus with a grin. “I felt like going au naturel for breakfast today. Why? Do you like what you see?”

Leo scoffed. “Put that thing away before you take someone’s eye out,” he said, though he didn’t stop staring at Marcus’ cock.

Marcus smirked. Leo might have thought he was being slick, but the rhythmic movement of his shoulder was way too obvious. Marcus didn’t need to see under the table to know that Leo was either jerking off or at least rubbing his cock.

He sat down and turned the chair so he could face Derek, at least somewhat. He straddled the corner of the seat, draping one arm over the backrest while spreading his legs and making no effort to hide his erection. “What’s the occasion, big bro?” he said.

“Big—” Derek stopped himself. He always did this when Marcus was just trying to have a little fun. “There’s no occasion,” he said, maybe a tad more sternly than was really warranted.

“No, there has to be an occasion.”

Derek went still for a moment. “What gives you that impression?” he said.

Marcus smirked, his lecherous gaze firmly fixed on what was right in front of his eyes. Derek was wearing a pair of briefs—easily the most unflattering sort of underwear besides boxers and long johns, in his estimation—and a pretty tight one, too.

“I’m making bacon, not ca—” Derek stopped himself again, going very still and very quiet as he very visibly realized what Marcus was getting at. He went right back to cooking without saying anything else after a moment.

Marcus laughed. That was so typical of their eldest. He loved the guy but man was he a fucking buzzkill. The fact Derek was standing around in just his briefs and an apron was about the most exciting thing Derek had done in as long as Marcus could remember.

“Hey! Don’t be such a hard-ass, bro,” Marcus jeered. “Though that might be hard, since those buns look fucking rock solid.” He wasn’t lying either. Those briefs were so tight they clung to Derek’s ass like they were vacuumed to his skin.

He felt almost giddy when Derek’s ears turned red. Fuck. This was why it was so much fun to push Derek’s buttons. “I’m hungry! When’s the cake going to be ready?”

“S-shut up!” Derek snapped. He was trying to be his usual stern self, but the heart didn’t lie. Marcus could sense Derek’s pounding in his chest. “I told you. Bacon’s what’s for breakfast, not cake.”

Derek tipped the bacon out of the pan and started on the eggs. Marcus was content to just watch for a bit, drinking in the sight of Derek’s muscular ass bouncing every time his weight shifted.

Once the eggs were done, Derek took a deep breath and turned around, ready to serve breakfast. There was just one thing: the front of his apron was visibly tented.

Marcus cracked a grin. “I hope you’re not keeping that juicy sausage all to yourself,” he said.

“T-this is starting to cross a line, Marcus,” said Derek. He was trying to sound stern, but it was a lot harder to take what he was saying seriously when his cock made his entire apron twitch at Marcus’ comment. “My body isn’t for breakfast.”

Marcus opened his mouth, but Derek beat him to the punch. “A-and no. A-As a matter of fact, my body isn’t for a-any meal of the day.”

“I don’t know,” said Marcus in a sing-song voice, “I’m pretty sure your sausage wants to be had for breakfast.”

Derek was holding four plates in his arms. He didn’t have a chance of hiding the way that his cock throbbed when Marcus said what he did. Face red, Derek shoved Marcus’ plate in front of him and said, “J-just shut up and eat!”

“If you want me to eat, I’m gonna need something more substantial, bro. Bacon’s nice and all, but what I’m really craving is a thick, juicy piece of meat,” said Marcus with a sly grin. He mimed throating dick and added, “And if you want me to shut up, then why don’t you come over here and make me?”

Derek never got a chance to respond, as Trevor arrived right then.

Marcus’ eyes widened. His breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded in his chest. A moment of clarity cut through the VNM-induced haze in his head, and he realized that Trevor was going to see him naked. His dad was going to see him erect.

Marcus was utterly mortified, but his shame didn’t last for very long. The moment he saw Trevor, the VNM high slammed right back into place. His cock throbbed. Only moments ago, he wanted to be swallowed up by a massive sinkhole, never to be heard from again, but not anymore.

His cock throbbed. The possibility his dad might see him in his current state was such a fucking turn on. The only thing he could think of was how much he wanted Trevor to see his massive hard on, to see how much Trevor’s hot body turns him on.

Trevor was wearing a tight crop top. It was stretched taut over his tits, leaving very little to the imagination, with the bottom hem just barely licking the top of his cobbled abs. He was also wearing a pair of running shorts that were so short they were practically disappearing into his crotch. He might as well have been wearing a pair of tight swim trunks.

Marcus barely held back a moan. Trevor was an incredibly attractive man on a good day, as it was. Seeing his dad wearing something so undeniably slutty was on another level entirely.

“Boys, behave,” said Trevor. “We have a guest.”

Behind Trevor, Peter came up the stairs. Unlike Trevor’s over-the-top outfit, his look was a bit more understated. He had a black tank top with a minimalist design of a purple striking snake, and grey sweatpants.

Marcus’ breath hitched in his throat, his gaze drifting down to the space between Peter’s legs. It didn’t seem like Peter was wearing any underwear. The outline of Peter’s cock was visible through the fabric. It was fat and heavy, decidedly huge even though it was still soft.

Peter waved as Trevor said, “You guys have met Pete. Pete, my boys. You all can continue what you were doing. We’ll just be talking some business. We’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

Marcus licked his lips. Trevor’s room—not the study. A wicked little smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. His imagination was running wild. Somehow, he doubted the two would be talking about numbers—especially with the way his dad was dressed.

Trevor met Marcus’ gaze and cracked a grin. “If you guys need me, you should knock. Or don’t. It’s not like I have anything to hide.”

Marcus fought the urge to get up and follow Peter and Trevor to Trevor’s room. Leo blushed darkly and ducked his head. He hunched forward, his ears red. His arm shook as he tried to hide his moaning under his breath, but not very well.

Tristan stared at his plate, though his gaze was focused somewhere distant. Derek blushed, gulped audibly, and said, “S-sure, dad.”

Trevor squeezed Marcus’ shoulder briefly as he walked past. When Marcus looked up to meet his dad’s gaze, there was a knowing twinkle in the older man’s eyes.

Fuck, Marcus muttered under his breath. He grabbed the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. It was all he could do not to moan out loud. He didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard.

No one dared move or say a word, even after Trevor and Peter had gone. It was as if they were all bating their breaths, waiting for something to happen. The others were trying not to show it, but Marcus was certain they were all straining to hear what was happening in their dad’s room, just like he was.

The creak of the hinges and the thud and click of the door being shut cut through the tension. Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. He could faintly hear the murmur of conversation between Trevor and Peter, but couldn’t quite make out what was being said.

Growing up, Trevor had emphasized that having superhuman senses wasn’t a license to eavesdrop. Trevor taught them that it was important to respect other people’s privacy, especially when living under the same roof.

Marcus couldn’t help himself, though. He listened in. He wanted to know what was happening.

There was a loud thump, the door to Trevor’s room audibly rattling in its frame from the impact. All four brothers flinched. Marcus was the only one that didn’t subsequently turn red at being exposed as an eavesdropper.

“D-dad?” Derek called out. He was clutching his utensils so tightly they were starting to bend. “I-Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah! Everything’s fine!” Trevor called back. “I just tripped over something!”

Marcus resisted the urge to snort. A bird flying through the window and slamming into the door would have been a more believable excuse than that. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem like Derek was interested in pursuing a proper explanation.

“Do you think your boys are listening?”

Marcus froze. Peter was whispering, but he could just about make out what was being said. Derek was still trying to pretend not to listen, but Marcus had heard his eldest brothers’ heart skip a beat at the same time as him.

“They know how to respect other people’s privacy,” said Trevor.

Peter laughed. “That’s not a no.”

A chill ran down Marcus’ spine as Trevor moaned. Hearing his dad make that kind of noise did things to him. He could barely hold back a moan of his own.

Derek, it seemed, was similarly affected. It didn’t seem like Tristan or Leo had managed to hear what was being said, though. They were both further away, relative to Trevor’s room, and not quite as skilled as their older brothers at eavesdropping.

“Don’t you think it would be hot if they were?” Peter’s voice had dropped an octave, and Marcus had to strain to hear what he was saying.

“Fuck,” said Trevor. “Yes. Fuck, yes. It would be so fucking hot.”

Marcus slammed his hand on the table thrice. It was all he could do not to freak out. He was so turned on that he felt like his cock was going to explode. Hearing his own dad say something so filthy, perverse, and degenerate sent such a powerful thrill of arousal through him that it was all he could think about.

Derek got up and pulled his apron off. The outline of his cock in his briefs bordered on the obscene, a dark wet spot forming at the tip. “I-I need to go to the bathroom,” he said without making eye contact.

Given the state Derek was in, it didn’t take much imagination to figure out what he was going to be doing in the bathroom. It pushed Marcus over the edge. His inhibitions were practically nonexistent already thanks to the VNM, but knowing that his brother had scurried off to beat his dick to their adoptive father having sex was too much. He shot up to his feet just as Derek ducked around the corner.

Leo looked up at Marcus with a cocked eyebrow. “A-are you going to the bathroom too?” said Leo. “Y-you guys aren’t going to do anything perverted in there, are you? A-are you?”

The words were accusatory, and yet the tone was anything but. It was as if Leo wanted Marcus to say that he was going to join Derek to do perverted, degenerate shit with him.

Marcus laughed and shook his head. “Fuck no,” he said as he openly stroked his cock in front of Tristan and Leo. “I can’t take this anymore. He—Dad—He’s in there with Peter and—Fuck! I wouldn’t even make it to Derek if I wanted to, bro.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “W-what’s going on in there…?” he said quietly.

Tristan tried and failed to act disinterested. As soon as Leo asked the question, he tore his gaze away from Marcus’ cock long enough to look at Marcus in expectation of the answer.

“Fuck. I don’t even know,” Marcus moaned, raising his free hand to his chest to play with his nipple while he stroked his cock with the other one.

Tristan and Leo both leaned forward in their seats. They didn’t even try to hide their attempt to listen in, this time, turning their ears towards Trevor’s room.

A heartbeat later, there was another thump against the door of Trevor’s room. It was louder this time. “I wonder what your boys would think if they could see their father right about now.” Peter’s voice came through the door, so quiet it would have been inaudible if not for the fact that everyone else in the house had superhuman hearing. This time, Tristan and Leo definitely heard what was being said.

“Fuck,” Marcus breathed. He would have paid any amount of money to see what was happening in that room. It sounded like Peter was in control. The idea that such a small guy could push around a man as big and strong as his dad was filthy hot in the best way.

He felt a pang of disappointment as Peter and Trevor moved away from the door. Their conversation became unintelligible as they went, despite Marcus straining his ears.

Marcus did manage to catch when the pair got in bed, though. If there was any doubt about what sort of business was going to be discussed, it was dispelled by the sound of the bedframe creaking as if someone had been thrown onto the mattress.

A moment of silence followed. Marcus could feel the breath catch in his throat. The tension in the air was so thick he could fuck his stiff cock into it. Tristan and Leo were similarly tense, like a pair of coiled springs just waiting for a trigger to set them off.

Just as the anticipation reached its peak, Trevor moaned. There was no mistaking the sound. It was full-throated and unrestrained, the kind of moan that only really came with porn.

Marcus furiously fisted his dick, moaning right along with his dad. The unholy noise that had just spilled from Trevor wasn’t the moan of a guy sliding his cock into a tight hole. It was the moan of a bitch getting spread open by a monster cock. He could tell. He’d been there before. He’d made that same noise. Many times.

Tristan and Leo seemed pretty familiar with the sound, too. Marcus heard their heart rates spike, and they went from pretending not to be jerking off to openly beating their dicks under the table.

Marcus had seen the outline of Peter’s dick in those sweatpants. It had looked huge. The idea that his father could be getting impaled on the end of that veritable baseball bat was so hot he couldn’t find the words to describe just how fucking turned on he was.

His hand flew up and down his shaft, squelching lewdly as he slathered his copious pre-cum all over his cock while frantically fisting it.

The bedframe creaked louder and louder as Peter and Trevor went at it like a pair of bunnies in heat. The headboard rhythmically smacked against the wall over and over and over again, a steady background beat to the sublime sound of the patriarch of the Chan household getting his asshole cored out by a younger man’s battering ram.

Marcus didn’t last very long. He was teetering on the edge near instantly. Just a few minutes later, he was on the brink of spilling.

He couldn’t fight the orgasm anymore. He couldn’t hold back. His whole body tensed up, his toes curling against the floor as his balls pulled up against his body and throbbed, pumping a big, fat load through his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Dad!” Marcus moaned, yanking on his nipple as cum burst from his cock. The first shot sailed straight across the table to splatter on Leo’s face. The rest painted streaks of warm jism all over his eggs and bacon.

Trevor and Peter were still going as Marcus came down from the high of his orgasm. He couldn’t help but groan as he squeezed the last few drops of cum out of his cock and onto his breakfast.

Chest heaving with every heavy breath, Marcus dropped back into his chair and sighed. Looking at his cum-soaked bacon, eggs, and toast, he felt suddenly pretty peckish.

Keeping eye contact with Leo, Marcus grabbed a strip of bacon off of his plate. It was dripping with cum as he shoved it into his mouth—a marked improvement.

As Marcus bit off the end of the bacon, Leo came. The table jerked as Leo grabbed it, knuckles white from the viciousness of his grip. The sound of his cumshots slamming into the underside of the table and then splattering onto the floor a few moments later was loud and clear.

“Oh, fuck,” Tristan moaned. He slid forward in his seat and tossed his head back. Rope after rope of cum spewed into the air, some of it landing on the wall behind Tristan, most of it ending up on him.

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Marcus returned to his room. He couldn’t get Tristan and Leo’s O-faces out of his head. Neither could he stop fantasizing about how Derek’s O-face must have looked.

He’d only just come, but he was pretty much ready to go again. Trevor and Peter still weren’t done, and just hearing the noises that leaked from that room was enough to get him half-hard.

Marcus would have wanted nothing more than to jump into bed to keep jerking off to the sound of his dad getting bitched out, but he noticed that there was a notification on his phone. He walked over, cock flagging as a sense of foreboding settled around his shoulders.