7:12 AM – The Awakening
The penthouse suite was a cathedral of debauchery. The king-sized bed was a battlefield: sheets shredded, pillows flung, four bloated condoms knotted on the nightstand like obscene trophies, each one heavy with Vijay’s thick loads. The air was thick with the stench of sex—dried cum, sweat, lube, the faint copper tang of blood from Vijay’s scratched back. The morning sun sliced through the half-open blinds, painting golden stripes across the two bodies still tangled in the centre.
Vijay Deverakonda lay on his back, chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. His cock—still buried balls-deep in Akhil’s swollen, cum-slick hole—twitched softly with every heartbeat. Akhil Akkineni was draped over him like a claimed prize: face buried in Vijay’s neck, arms loose around his shoulders, red ass cheeks spread wide, hole stretched obscenely around Vijay’s shaft. Cum and lube glistened down Akhil’s thighs, pooling on Vijay’s hips. Vijay’s hand rested possessively on the small of Akhil’s back, fingers splayed like he owned him.
Akhil stirred first. His eyes fluttered open. He felt Vijay’s cock—still inside him, half-hard, nestled deep. He shifted, slow and deliberate, letting Vijay’s dick slide out with a wet, filthy schlop. A thick river of lube and cum poured from his gaping, swollen hole, dripping onto Vijay’s thigh, pooling on the sheets. Akhil didn’t care. He crawled up Vijay’s body, straddled his chest, cupped his sleeping face, and kissed him. Soft at first. Then deep. Hungry. Morning breath and all. Tongues tangling, lips bruising, Akhil grinding down, feeling Vijay’s cock spring back to life beneath him. “Morning, baby,” Akhil whispered, voice rough with sleep and lust, rolling his hips. “My hole’s still open for you. Want to slide back in? Want to breed me again?”
Vijay groaned, hands gripping Akhil’s hips, cock throbbing against his ass, ready to plunge back in.
That’s when Vijay’s eyes snapped open.
And locked on Anand Deverakonda.
7:13 AM – The Intrusion
Anand stood in the doorway, barefoot, grey sweats slung low, morning wood straining the fabric. He’d come to check on his brother after a late-night text—“Staying at Taj, don’t wait up.” He hadn’t expected this.
There, in the centre of the bed:
- Vijay on his back, cock still buried in Akhil’s ass.
- Akhil draped over him, red ass cheeks spread, hole stretched wide around Vijay’s shaft, cum and lube glistening.
- Vijay’s hand was resting on Akhil’s lower back like he owned him.
- Four bloated condoms on the nightstand, dripping.
- The air was thick with the stench of sex, sweat, and something deeper—something that made Anand’s cock throb harder.
Anand didn’t speak. He walked to the leather armchair facing the bed, sat down, and waited. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. Cock is leaking a wet spot in his sweats.
7:14 AM – The Standoff
Akhil finally sensed the tension. He lifted his head, turned slowly, and locked eyes with Anand. No shame. No guilt. Just a lazy, cum-drunk smirk.
“Morning, Anand,” Akhil purred, voice still rough from screaming all night. “Enjoying the show?”
Anand’s voice was ice. “You’re still on his dick.” Akhil laughed—low, filthy. “Was in his dick till a minute ago. Want a closer look?”
Vijay found his voice. “Anand, what the fuck—”
Anand stood. Slowly. Deliberately. His sweats dropped to the floor. His cock sprang free—long, thick, curved, already dripping. He stepped forward, bare feet silent on the marble, until he was at the edge of the bed.
“I came to check on my brother,” Anand said, voice low, dangerous. “Didn’t expect to find him balls-deep in Akhil Akkineni’s slutty ass.” He reached out, grabbed Akhil’s chin, and forced their eyes to meet. “But now that I’m here… maybe I want a turn.”
Akhil’s smirk widened. He leaned into the touch. “Jealous, baby?” he whispered. “Want to fuck me too? Or…” His gaze dropped to Anand’s cock. “Want me to suck you while Vijay breeds me again?”
7:16 AM – The Power Shift
Vijay’s hands tightened on Akhil’s hips. “Anand, get out.” Anand didn’t move. Instead, he climbed onto the bed. Knelt behind Akhil. Grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back.
“You want to be a whore?” Anand growled against Akhil’s ear. “Fine. But you’ll be our whore.”
He spat on Akhil’s already-slick hole, rubbed it in with two fingers, then pushed them inside alongside Vijay’s cock—still teasing the rim. Akhil moaned, loud and broken, hips bucking. “Fuck—yes—both of you—”
Vijay’s cock slid back in, slow and deep, stretching Akhil wide. Anand’s fingers stayed buried, scissoring, opening him further. “Look at this greedy hole,” Anand hissed. “Already wrecked and still begging for more.”
7:18 AM – The Double Claim
Anand pulled his fingers out, lined up his own cock, and pushed. The head popped past the ring. Akhil screamed, body arching, nails digging into Vijay’s shoulders. “TOO MUCH—FUCK—YES—”
Vijay and Anand moved in sync—slow, deep, relentless. Two cocks. One hole. Stretching Akhil to the limit. His cock, trapped between his abs and Vijay’s, leaked a steady stream, untouched.
“You love this, don’t you?” Vijay growled, thrusting up. “Being our cum-dump?” Anand finished, slamming in. Akhil couldn’t speak. Just moaned, drooling, eyes rolling back.
7:22 AM – The Breaking Point
They flipped him. Akhil on his back, legs over Vijay’s shoulders. Anand straddling his chest, cock in his mouth. Vijay pounded his ass, balls slapping. Anand fucked his throat, balls on his chin. Akhil’s cock slapped his stomach, untouched, leaking like a faucet.
“Gonna cum,” Vijay snarled. “Me too,” Anand groaned. “Fill him,” Vijay ordered. They did. Vijay flooded Akhil’s ass (no condom this time). Anand pulled out, painted Akhil’s face, chest, and open mouth. Akhil came hands-free, cum shooting up to his chin, body convulsing, hole clenching around Vijay’s cock, milking every drop.
7:25 AM – The Aftermath
They collapsed. Akhil in the middle, cum dripping from his hole, face, and chest. Vijay, on one side, arm draped over him. Anand, on the other hand, fingers tracing Akhil’s cum-slick lips.
Akhil laughed—breathless, wrecked. “Round five?” he whispered. Vijay and Anand exchanged a look. Then smirked.
The morning was just beginning.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
