Locked for Life 34 - Wedding Reception 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“I want you to make out with each other,” Eric ordered. “With my dick in the middle.”

Bobby and I looked at each other. We were both naked on our knees, kneeling in the dewy grass. It was fairly dark out, with only the faint light of the wedding hall to see by. I leaned forward hesitantly, my heart pounding.

Bobby leaned forward in turn, meeting me in the middle. Our lips touched. Electricity coursed through me. And then he was all over me.

One hand went straight to the back of my head, running fingers through my hair, tugging and pulling. The other went to my chest. He pressed his hand up against me, squeezing my pec, then pinching my nipple, making me gasp.

I shoved my tongue into his open mouth, finding his own tongue and pressing up against it, twisting and twirling around it, sharing an incredibly wet and passionate kiss.

And suddenly Eric was between us. He shoved his dick forward, squeezing it between our open mouths.

Bobby and I only stumbled for a moment, but then we were right back at it. We continued kissing one another, licking Eric’s giant floppy cock, feeling it grow harder by the second. Wet and sloppy, both of us drooling over the superior cock between us.

We lapped at it. Then kissed. Then lapped some more. The focus shifted, and our kiss slowly devolved into a double blowjob. Suddenly Bobby was sucking his boyfriend’s dick and I was licking his balls. The two of us worshipped Eric’s huge cock, the only one of the three that mattered. I was locked, Bobby was locked, and so we were meant to serve Eric as best we could.

“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” Eric mumbled. He put a hand on each of our heads. “We need to do this more often.”

I opened wide, sucking one of his nuts into my mouth. I felt Eric shudder; evidently he didn’t expect a move like that. I swirled my tongue around his swollen balls, wanting nothing more than to drain them. Part of me was jealous of Bobby, who in my opinion had the better job at the moment. While I teased his boyfriend’s nuts, Bobby got to suck his massive cock. I watched him from the corner of my eye, catching glimpses of him bobbing up and down on it.

“Holy fuck, boys. You two are better than I expected.” Eric let go of our heads, digging into one of his pant pockets. “Jason’s gotta see this,” he muttered, half to himself.

We just kept going. I let his one nut drop out of my mouth, then focused my attention on the other. Bobby was using both hands, plus his mouth, sucking Eric’s cock with everything he had.

“Smile,” Eric said from above. The two of us glanced up in time to be blinded by a brilliant flash. I heard him chuckle to himself, though I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Not while there was a cock to be worshipped. “Yeah, Jason’s gonna love this.” He presumably sent the photo, because a second later he was stuffing his phone back into his pants.

Minutes went by, with the two of us hard at work. The night air chilled our naked bodies, but the effort from the blowjob kept us warm. Eric grunted and moaned, occasionally tugging on our hair, enjoying every second of our dedication. Then finally he spoke again.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I could do this all day. But why don’t we mix things up a little?” He reached in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a bottle of lube.

I leaned back on my heels, staring up at him with a confused look. “Why would you bring something like that to our wedding?” I asked.

“Because Jason asked me to, that’s why. Get up, you two. I’ve used your mouths enough; I need a different hole now.”

We climbed to our feet in a horny stupor, drunk on cock, willing to do anything and everything to get more.

“Your cock was delicious, babe,” Bobby said. He seemed far more desperate than usual; the cage must really be affecting him. I wonder how long it’s been since Eric let him cum?

“Thanks, slut,” Eric said. He wrapped his hand around Bobby’s waist and kissed him briefly before forcefully spinning him around and bending his body over. He turned toward me. “Same position,” he spat.

I felt my dick spring up, or at least attempt to do so. The cage prevented it as always. I quickly moved into position next to Bobby so that the two of us were facing away from Eric, bent over, with our asses out.

We heard Eric squirt what sounded like a generous amount of lube onto his cock. We listened to the sounds of him rubbing it in, then the noise of the bottle dropping to the ground. “Who wants it first?”

He didn’t wait for a response. Eric lined up behind me, spread my asscheeks apart with his hands, then plunged his dick right in.

He spent the next fifteen minutes fucking us back and forth. A few strokes here. A few thrusts there. Taking his dick out and making our holes gape, plunging into the next hole and making us gasp or moan with pleasure. I didn’t know what was harder: stretching to accommodate the biggest dick I’d ever taken, or impatiently waiting for more when it wasn’t my turn. The longer it went on, the looser we both became, and in time we were both moaning with pleasure.

The moans grew louder. Eric was getting more and more aggressive, making up for how loose we had become, thrusting faster or harder, pounding both of our asses. It became impossible to stifle our moans, and the three of us got louder and louder. It was incredibly risky; anyone could hear us at any point.

“Who wants my cum?” Eric yelled. He was currently standing back and applying more lube, as he’d done a few times during our session.

“Me!” we both shouted.

He laughed behind us, idly stroking his cock. “Decisions, decisions… I guess I gotta give it to the groom. Sorry, Bobby.” Then he grabbed me by the hips and slammed his dick inside me. He pounded me harder than ever before, bucking his hips and grunting and squeezing me and-

“FUCK!” he shouted. His cock exploded inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned in response. He throbbed and pulsed and twitched until there was nothing left, then his soft cock slipped out of my hole. He wiped what was left directly onto my asscheek.

“You two were amazing,” Eric said. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned up. “Now wait here. I’m gonna send out Jason. Feel free to make out, or whatever it is two locked boys do when they’re horny.” Then he left us alone, naked, our asses gaping and our dicks straining as he made his way back to the party.

“Sooo,” I said. Bobby and I were still kneeling, despite having been dismissed. It was second nature to us. Both of our dicks were as hard as could be inside our cages.

“Wanna make out?” Bobby asked with a shrug.

I smiled. “Absolutely.”

Then he tackled me to the ground, kissing and shoving his tongue into my mouth, the two of us rolling in the damp grass until Jason showed up.