My Bully Invited Me to His Hotel Room
Copyright© 2025 by StoriesByTroy
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Wes Carter bullied me in college, but I still can’t stop thinking about his body. Now we’re alone, and I can’t tell if he wants to fight me… or fuck me.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Consensual Mind Control Romantic Gay Fiction Cuckold Sharing DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Spitting Voyeurism Nudism Revenge
At a college reunion, Noah hooks up with Wes—the jock who once bullied and outed him out of repressed desire. Things get hot fast, but just as Noah’s on his knees blowing him, Wes’s best friend Ryan walks in. Instead of stopping it, Ryan watches—then joins. Now Noah’s between both jocks, taking control, teasing them until they’re begging for more.
“Let me help you, Noah.”
I froze for half a second, Wes’s cock heavy and twitching in my hand, my lips still slick from taking him in.
Ryan leaned closer behind me, voice low and teasing, breath brushing my neck. For a second, I really thought he was going to join in—whip his cock out and push into my mouth too. But then— His hand slid gently to the back of my head. Fingers threading into my hair. And he pushed.
Not rough. Just steady. Guiding me down, easing Wes deeper between my lips. I let him. My throat tightened, jaw stretching to take more, my hands braced on Wes’s thighs as Ryan whispered, “Yeah ... just like that.”
I moaned around it. Let Wes slide deep. Felt the head bump the back of my throat. Above me, Wes gasped. His hand shot out, gripping the edge of the bed. “F-fuck, Noah—shit.”
“Damn,” Ryan muttered behind me, voice getting thicker. “You’re good at this.”
His other hand dropped to his gym shorts. I didn’t have to look. I could hear the rustle of fabric, the low hiss of breath when his fingers wrapped around his own cock.
“You do this often?” Ryan asked casually, palm sliding slow under the waistband. “Suck your bullies off in hotel rooms while their best friends help?”
Wes let out a choked laugh. I glanced up at him with my mouth still full. Ryan chuckled. “Ngl, the dude does know how to suck a cock.”
He exhaled, slow and sharp. “If I didn’t have a girlfriend,” he added, his voice thick now, “I’d probably have you blow me too. Right here. With my mate.”
Wes let out another moan—louder this time. He looked wrecked. Flushed, sweating, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His cock throbbed in my mouth as I sucked slow, tongue working the underside, one hand gently cupping his balls.
Ryan’s hand was still in my hair, still guiding. Not forcing. Just adjusting, like he wanted it to feel good for both of us.
“Jesus,” Wes whispered. “Noah, I’m not gonna last...”
I pulled back, letting his cock pop from my lips with a wet sound, my hand taking over as I pumped him slow. “You okay?” I asked, voice hoarse, lips shiny.
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