We did an Asian Sandwich with extra latin juice! Valerio orozco, Tyler Wu and Sam Vu

The arousal was palpable in the cramped dorm room, thick as the humid night air that clung to skin slick with sweat. Valerio Orozco, browned by the sun of his native Costa Rica, lounged naked across Sam Vu’s rumpled bed, one hand lazily stroking his half-hard cock as he watched his roommates put on a show.

Tyler Wu, whose parents had named him after a famous quarterback but who had come to college to chase other such “hands-on” interests, pressed Sam against the wall beside their bookcase, hands grasping and groping greedily at the other man’s pert ass. Sam gasped, bucking his hips encouragingly as Tyler dragged his teeth along his neck and down to collarbone, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

“You sure we should be doing this?” Sam panted, even as he scraped his nails down Tyler’s back. “What if someone hears?”

“It’s 3am on a Thursday,” Valerio pointed out, and laughed at Sam’s nervous expression. “Besides, Sam. You’ve been giving Tyler bedroom eyes for weeks now. I’m just tired of cleaning up the mess you two make on your beds.” His grin was sharp and playful as he caught both their gazes, slowly pumping his dick a few more times.

Sam shivered, and Tyler took advantage of his distraction, spinning him around and pinning his hands above his head against the wall. Then Tyler was kissing him again, messy and sloppy and Savoring with a greedy hunger that made Sam weak in the knees. When they broke away, Tyler dipped his head to mouth at Sam’s chest and neck and shoulders, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Take his pants off,” Valerio instructed him, voice a low growl, and Tyler wasted no time in sinking to his knees and yanking Sam’s pajama pants down in one swoop, exposing his juicy red ass to the air. It jiggled tantalizingly, cheeks spread by the new position, andTyler had to lick his lips at the sheer sight of it.

“You like that, boys?” Sam smirked over his shoulder at them, and the dirty talk he’d picked up from Valerio was showing. His cock was fully hard now, curved up towards his belly button, and Valerio moaned softly at the sight. “Mm, come over here and taste me.”

Tyler needed no further prompting. He buried his face between those plump ass cheeks like a man starved, and Sam arched like a bow as Tyler’s tongue dragged over his rim. “Oh fuck,” Sam gasped, fingers scrabbling at the wall for purchase. “Your tongue…ah!”

“Want to feel all that heat on your cock,” Valerio purred, still slowly pleasuring himself. Sam made a little mewl of distress, thighs trembling already from Tyler’s relentless mouth. “Let him stretch you open, soon to be an extra messy ‘Asian sandwich’ with all that ‘extra latin juice’ from yours truly,” he added with a wink, echoing the lewd tagline he’d overheard Tyler saying once, drunk and horny.

The implications hit Sam like a truck-train, climax already building fast up his spine, and he made a strangled noise, cock jerking and leaking against his stomach. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum just from that dirty mouth,” he panted, and Valerio laughed, rising from the bed to cross over and kiss Sam deeply, his tongue delving between the other man’s lips, muffling his cries as Tyler’s persistent tongue slowly breached Sam’s entrance and set the porn star straight to heaven.

He came like that, clinging to Valerio’s broad shoulders and hissing breathy curses, emptying himself on their bedsheets with a squirt and a shudder, finished before he’d meant to but too drunk on sensation to really care. Tyler lapped contentedly at the cum residue before rising, but Valerio had other ideas.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and Sam did without hesitation, tongue lolling out to catch the drops of cum and spit that Valerio let dribble onto it from his own member. When he’d had his fill he pressed his length across Sam’s face, sliding it between already kiss-swollen lips, and just like that, he’d gone from a follower to the one in charge, inciting new choruses of slutty moans and illy voluptuous groans.

Sam tried to take him as deep as he could and failed, gagging slightly when he struck the back of Sam’s throat on the first pass and so pulling back a little. And Valerio was ok with that, was happy to keep Sam’s mouth and Tyler’s now neglected cock busy for as long as humanly possible, until Sam was blinking bleary, red eyed stares and lips bright and kiss-bruised and the entire room reeked of sweat and sex.

“I love the way you come undone for me,” Valerio told Sam breathlessly when he pulled out, swooping in to kiss him again, long and filthy, and Sam purred into it. “You’re so fucking sexy, I’m trying not to just bend you over that wall and fuck you into it right now.”

“Please,” Sam whimpered against his mouth, and Valerio grinned against his kiss, hot and stupid happy.

“Drive my fingers right into sam’s eager asshole, making him writhe and moan on our command…”
The exquisite pain of skin slapping against skin filled the room until Valerio’s fingers finally entered Sam’s willing hole, fingering the needy
“Climb aboard. Valerio is eager for his turn to fuck Sam…”
and Valerio wasted no time in sinking his cock into Sam’s waiting heat, groaning as he did
“That stretch! The beautiful sweat on his back…”
he pumped his hips and rode Sam’s hole, griping that perfect asscheeks each time
“Do the dirty things to them, fill them all up…”
until he couldn’t take it anymore, exploding inside Sam with a ragged cry
“Tyler’s turn for the ride!”
Tyler wasted no time in mounting Sam from behind, Valerio’s cum making his entry easy and he started to pound into the panting ass with abandon