When dawn broke the next morning, the oppressive weight that had hung over the cottage was gone. Ronan vanished like smoke, and Jed... Jed faded too, his purpose fulfilled, his protection no longer needed.
The cottage felt different after that. Lighter. The air smelled like pine and lake water again, nothing more. The shadows were just shadows.
Cade's massive pecs remained—a permanent reminder of what had happened—but his personality returned completely. He was himself again: cocky, playful, with that bad-boy smirk that made Lucas weak in the knees. And if his chest was now twice the size it had been, well... none of them were complaining.
The last few days of their summer rental passed in a sun-drenched haze of normalcy that felt almost surreal after everything they'd been through.
They swam in the lake every afternoon, the water cold and clean, washing away the last traces of supernatural corruption. They grilled burgers and drank beer on the porch, laughing at stupid jokes and throwing the football around like nothing had ever been wrong. They played cards late into the night, the conversation easy and comfortable, punctuated by the occasional brush of hands or lingering looks that promised something more.
But underneath the surface, something had shifted between the four of them.
Beau couldn't keep his hands off Noah. It started innocently enough—a hand on Noah's lower back as they walked down to the dock, fingers threading through Noah's hair as they sat around the fire. But it escalated quickly. Beau would pull Noah onto his lap without warning, his strong arms wrapping around Noah's waist possessively. He'd nuzzle into Noah's neck and murmur things like "my little wrestler" and "that perfect bubble butt" in a voice rough with want. When the others weren't looking, Beau would steal kisses—deep, hungry, tongue-filled kisses that left Noah breathless and aching.
"You know I'm obsessed with you, right?" Beau had whispered one afternoon, his lips brushing Noah's ear as they sat on the dock. His hand had been on Noah's thigh, fingers tracing slow circles on the smooth skin. "Can't stop thinking about you. About this body. About fucking you until you can't walk straight."
Noah's cock had hardened instantly, tenting his swim trunks, and Beau had laughed—low and dirty—and palmed him through the fabric.
"Soon," Beau had promised. "Real soon."
And then there was Lucas and Cade.
Noah had walked in on them more times than he could count over the past few days. It was always the same scene: Lucas on his knees in front of Cade, worshipping those massive, perfect pecs like they were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
The first time, Noah had frozen in the doorway of their bedroom, his breath catching at the sight. Cade was shirtless—he was always shirtless now, his enormous chest on full display—and Lucas was running his hands over the firm, heavy flesh, his pale fingers sinking into the muscle. Cade's pecs were so big they jutted out from his body obscenely, the skin smooth and tan, the nipples puffy and pink and impossibly sensitive.
"Fuck, they're perfect," Lucas had breathed, his voice full of awe. "So fucking perfect."
He'd leaned in and taken one of Cade's nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, and Cade had moaned—loud and shameless—his head falling back against the wall.
"Yeah, suck on them," Cade had groaned. "Fuck, Lucas, your mouth feels so good."
Lucas had pulled back just long enough to spit on Cade's chest, then dove back in, motorboating between those massive slabs of muscle. The wet, obscene sounds had filled the room—slurping, sucking, the slap of Lucas's hands against Cade's pecs as he groped and squeezed them.
"These are the best tits I've ever seen," Lucas had said, his voice muffled against Cade's chest. "Could worship them all fucking day."
"Then do it," Cade had challenged, his bad-boy smirk firmly in place. "Get on your knees and show me how much you love my tits."
Noah had backed out of the room quietly, his own cock rock hard in his shorts, his mind spinning with images of Lucas's freckled face buried between Cade's pecs.
The four of them had started making out casually too—quick kisses that turned into longer, deeper ones. Beau and Noah on the couch, their tongues tangling together while Lucas and Cade watched from across the room. Lucas and Cade in the kitchen, Cade's hands gripping Lucas's ass while they kissed against the counter.
The sexual tension had been building for days, thick and heavy in the air, and Noah knew it was only a matter of time before it exploded.
Tonight was their last night at the cottage.
Tomorrow they'd pack up and drive back to campus, back to reality, back to lives that didn't include this strange, intense summer at the lake.
The sun had set an hour ago, and the four of them were sprawled on the porch, passing around a bottle of whiskey and a case of beer. The hot tub bubbled invitingly in the corner, steam rising into the cool night air.
Noah was buzzed—not drunk, but pleasantly warm and loose, his inhibitions lowered just enough to make everything feel possible. He was sitting between Beau's legs on the porch swing, Beau's arms wrapped around his waist, Beau's chin resting on his shoulder.
"You're so fucking cute," Beau murmured, his lips brushing Noah's ear.
Noah's cheeks flushed, and he squirmed in Beau's lap. "Shut up."
"Make me," Beau challenged, and then he was turning Noah's head and kissing him—deep and slow and filthy, his tongue pushing into Noah's mouth, tasting like whiskey and want.
Across the porch, Lucas whistled. "Get a room, you two."
Beau pulled back just enough to flip Lucas off, then went right back to kissing Noah, his hands sliding up under Noah's shirt to grip his abs.
"Fuck," Cade said, his voice rough. "That's hot."
Noah broke the kiss and looked over at Cade and Lucas. They were sitting close together on the porch steps, Cade's massive chest bare and gleaming in the moonlight, Lucas's hand resting possessively on Cade's thigh.
"Hot tub?" Lucas suggested, his eyes dark with lust. "I think we could all use a soak."
"Best idea you've had all night," Beau said, already standing and pulling Noah up with him.
They stripped quickly, carelessly, tossing their clothes onto the porch furniture. Noah's heart was pounding as he stepped out of his shorts, his cock already half-hard and bobbing between his legs. He could feel three pairs of eyes on him—on his compact, muscular body, on his smooth chest and defined abs, on his legendary bubble butt that jutted out behind him, round and firm and perfect.
"Jesus Christ," Beau breathed, his gaze locked on Noah's ass. "That fucking ass."
Noah glanced over his shoulder and saw Beau stroking himself slowly, his massive 13-inch cock already fully hard, the thick shaft jutting out from his body like a weapon. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, and Noah's mouth watered at the sight.
Cade was naked too, his enormous pecs bouncing slightly as he moved, his thick cock standing at attention. And Lucas—pale and freckled and beautiful—was stroking his own impressive length, his 10-inch beer-can-thick cock flushed dark with arousal.
They climbed into the hot tub one by one, the water hot and churning, bubbles rising to the surface. The steam was thick, smelling faintly of chlorine and musk, and Noah sank into the water with a groan of pleasure.
"Fuck, that feels good," he murmured, closing his eyes.
He felt hands on his waist—Beau's hands—and then he was being pulled backward, positioned between Beau's spread thighs. Beau's massive cock pressed against Noah's lower back, hard and insistent, and Noah's breath hitched.
"Come here, baby," Beau murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Sit on my lap."
Noah obeyed, straddling Beau's thighs, his own cock brushing against Beau's abs. Beau's hands gripped Noah's hips, pulling him closer, and Noah could feel the thick head of Beau's cock pressing against his ass crack, hot even through the water.
"Fuck," Noah gasped, his hands bracing on Beau's broad shoulders. "Beau..."
"Grind on me," Beau ordered, his eyes blazing with lust. "Show me how bad you want it."
Noah started moving, rolling his hips, grinding his ass against Beau's massive erection. The friction was incredible—the hard length of Beau's cock sliding between his cheeks, the water making everything slick and smooth. Noah's own cock was rock hard now, leaking pre-cum into the water, and he moaned as Beau's hands slid up to grip his pecs, thumbs brushing over his nipples.
"That's it," Beau groaned. "Fuck, baby, this ass was made for my cock. Been dreaming about stretching you open all week. Gonna fuck you so good tonight. Gonna make you scream."
Noah whimpered, his hips moving faster, and then Beau was kissing him—sloppy and desperate, their tongues tangling together, spit mixing with the hot tub water. Beau's hands moved to Noah's ass, gripping the firm globes, spreading them, and Noah could feel the blunt head of Beau's cock pressing against his hole.
"Not yet," Beau murmured against Noah's lips. "Gonna make you beg for it first."
Before Noah could respond, he felt another pair of hands on him—Cade's hands, rough and possessive, pulling him away from Beau.
"My turn," Cade said, his bad-boy smirk firmly in place.
Noah found himself positioned between Cade's legs now, Cade's massive pecs pressed against his back, soft and firm and impossibly large. Cade's hands were on Noah's ass immediately, groping and squeezing, fingers digging into the muscle.
"Fuck, this ass," Cade groaned, spreading Noah's cheeks underwater. "Lucas, get over here. You gotta feel this."
Lucas moved through the water, his red hair plastered to his forehead, his pale skin flushed pink from the heat. He positioned himself in front of Noah, his long, thick cock jutting out between them, and leaned in to kiss Noah deeply.
Noah moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip Lucas's shoulders, and he felt Cade's fingers sliding between his ass cheeks, teasing his hole.
"So tight," Cade murmured, his breath hot against Noah's ear. "Gonna feel so good wrapped around our cocks."
Lucas pulled back from the kiss and gripped his own cock, stroking it slowly. "Open up, baby," he said, his voice rough. "Wanna feel that pretty mouth."
Noah opened his mouth obediently, and Lucas pushed forward, the thick head of his cock sliding past Noah's lips. Noah moaned around it, his tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salt of Lucas's pre-cum mixed with the chlorine of the water.
"Fuck yes," Lucas groaned, his hips rocking forward, pushing more of his length into Noah's mouth. "That's it. Take it."
Behind him, Cade was still playing with Noah's ass, fingers teasing and probing, and Noah felt like he was being consumed from both ends—Lucas's cock filling his mouth, Cade's fingers spreading him open, the hot water churning around them.
Then Lucas pulled out, and Noah gasped for air, his lips swollen and wet.
"My turn," Lucas said, moving around behind Noah.
Cade released Noah's ass, and Lucas's hands replaced them—long, elegant fingers spreading Noah's cheeks wide, exposing his tight pink hole to the water.
"Beautiful," Lucas breathed, and then Noah felt a finger push inside him, breaching him, and he cried out.
"Fuck! Lucas!"
"Relax," Lucas murmured, his other hand coming around to stroke Noah's cock. "Just getting you ready. Gonna fuck this perfect ass later. Gonna make you take every inch."
Noah was panting now, his whole body trembling with need. He looked across the hot tub and saw Beau watching them, his hand wrapped around his massive cock, stroking slowly, his eyes dark with lust.
"You like being passed around, baby?" Beau asked, his voice rough. "Like being our toy?"
"Yes," Noah gasped, his hips pushing back against Lucas's finger. "Fuck yes."
"Good," Beau said, standing up in the water. "Because we're just getting started."
They stumbled out of the hot tub in a tangle of wet limbs and desperate kisses, water dripping onto the porch, their cocks hard and bobbing as they moved. No one bothered with towels—they were too far gone, too desperate for each other.
Beau grabbed Noah's hand and pulled him toward the cottage, and the others followed, their footsteps leaving wet prints on the hardwood floor.
The living room became their fuck den.
Beau pushed Noah down onto his knees in the center of the room, and Noah went willingly, his heart pounding, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor. He looked up at Beau—at his perfect golden body, his broad shoulders and thick pecs, his abs carved like stone, and that massive 13-inch cock jutting out from his body, thick and veined and dripping.
"Open up," Beau commanded, gripping his cock at the base. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
Noah opened his mouth wide, and Beau pushed forward, the thick head of his cock sliding past Noah's lips. Noah moaned at the taste—salt and musk and pure masculine heat. He relaxed his jaw and took more, inch after inch, until Beau's cock was hitting the back of his throat.
"Fuck yes," Beau groaned, his hands threading through Noah's hair. "That's it, baby. Take it. Take my cock."
Noah gagged slightly but didn't pull off. He breathed through his nose and pushed forward, taking Beau deeper, his lips stretched obscenely wide around the thick shaft. Spit was already dripping down his chin, and his eyes were watering, but he didn't care. He wanted this. Wanted to please Beau. Wanted to be good for him.
Beau started moving his hips, fucking Noah's mouth in slow, deep strokes, and Noah moaned around him, the vibrations making Beau curse.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Beau gasped. "So fucking good."
Then Noah felt hands on his shoulders—Cade's hands—pulling him back, and Beau's cock slipped from his mouth with a wet pop.
"My turn," Cade said, positioning himself in front of Noah.
Cade's cock was thick and hard, not quite as long as Beau's but just as impressive. Noah opened his mouth and took him in, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the head.
"Fuck," Cade groaned, his massive pecs bouncing as he thrust forward. "Yeah, suck it. Suck my cock."
Noah worked him eagerly, bobbing his head, taking Cade as deep as he could. He could feel Cade's heavy balls slapping against his chin with each thrust, and the obscene wet sounds filled the room—slurping, gagging, the slap of skin on skin.
Then Cade pulled out, and Lucas took his place.
Lucas's cock was long and thick, the shaft flushed dark, the head broad and leaking. Noah took him into his mouth greedily, moaning at the taste, and Lucas groaned.
"Fuck, Noah," Lucas gasped, his hips rocking forward. "Your mouth is perfect. So fucking perfect."
They passed Noah back and forth like that—Beau, then Cade, then Lucas, then back to Beau again. Each of them fucked his mouth, their cocks sliding past his lips, hitting the back of his throat, making him gag and drool and moan. Noah's jaw ached, his lips were swollen, and spit was running down his chin and dripping onto his chest, but he didn't want them to stop.
Between blowjobs, they kissed each other—sloppy, desperate three-way kisses with tongues tangling together, spit mixing, hands groping and stroking. Beau and Cade kissed while Noah sucked Lucas. Lucas and Beau kissed while Cade fed Noah his cock.
"Fuck, this is so hot," Lucas groaned, pulling back from a kiss with Beau. "I can't... I need more."
"Then take it," Beau said, his eyes blazing. "Take whatever you want."
Beau dropped to his knees behind Noah, his large hands gripping Noah's ass cheeks and spreading them wide. Noah gasped, his hole exposed and twitching, and then he felt Beau's tongue—hot and wet and insistent—dragging across his entrance.
"Oh fuck!" Noah cried out, his whole body jerking forward. "Beau!"
Beau didn't respond. He just buried his face between Noah's cheeks and started eating him out like a man possessed—licking, sucking, tongue-fucking him deep. The sounds were obscene—wet and sloppy and loud—and Noah could feel spit running down his crack, dripping onto the floor.
"Holy shit," Cade breathed, watching from the side. "That's fucking hot."
Lucas moved in front of Noah, his cock in hand, and tapped it against Noah's lips. "Open up, baby. Wanna feel you choke on it while Beau eats that perfect ass."
Noah opened his mouth, and Lucas pushed inside, his thick cock sliding deep, hitting the back of Noah's throat. Noah gagged but didn't pull off, and Lucas groaned, his hands gripping Noah's head.
"Fuck yes," Lucas gasped, his hips thrusting forward. "Take it. Take my cock."
Noah was overwhelmed—Beau's tongue pushing deep into his ass, Lucas's cock filling his throat, the wet obscene sounds surrounding him. He moaned around Lucas's length, his own cock rock hard and leaking onto the floor, untouched.
Beau pulled back just long enough to spit on Noah's hole, then dove back in, his tongue pushing even deeper, and Noah's moan turned into a scream around Lucas's cock.
"Fuck, he's loving this," Beau said, his voice muffled against Noah's ass. "His hole is twitching. Begging to be fucked."
"Then fuck him," Lucas said, pulling his cock from Noah's mouth. "Give him what he needs."
Beau positioned himself behind Noah, his massive cock in hand, the thick head pressing against Noah's spit-slick hole. Noah was on his hands and knees on the floor, his bubble butt raised high, his body trembling with anticipation.
"Look at me," Beau commanded, and Noah turned his head to meet Beau's eyes.
The look on Beau's face was intense—possessive and tender at the same time, his blue eyes blazing with want.
"You're mine tonight, baby," Beau said softly, his hand stroking Noah's lower back. "All mine."
"Yes," Noah breathed. "I'm yours."
Beau pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching Noah's hole, and Noah gasped at the stretch.
"Breathe," Beau murmured, his hands gripping Noah's hips. "Relax and let me in."
Noah tried, his body slowly adjusting, and Beau pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against Noah's ass.
"Fuck," Beau groaned, his head falling back. "You feel so good. So fucking tight."
He pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a slow, deep rhythm, and Noah moaned with each stroke. Beau's cock was hitting something inside him and sparks of pleasure shot through his body with every thrust.
"Yes," Noah gasped. "Fuck yes. Harder."
Beau obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force, his cock driving deep, and Noah cried out, his back arching.
"That's it," Beau groaned. "Take it. Take my cock."
Lucas and Cade were watching from the couch, both of them stroking their cocks, their eyes glued to the sight of Beau's massive length disappearing into Noah's ass over and over.
"Fuck, that's hot," Lucas breathed. "Look at him take it."
Beau leaned forward, his chest pressing against Noah's back, and kissed Noah's shoulder, his neck, his jaw. "You're so perfect," he murmured between kisses. "So fucking perfect."
Noah turned his head, and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues tangling together, and Beau's thrusts became more powerful, more desperate.
"Gonna make you cum on my cock," Beau growled against Noah's lips. "Gonna fuck you until you can't walk."
They rotated.
Lucas pulled Noah off Beau's cock and positioned him on his hands and knees, then moved behind him, his long thick cock pressing against Noah's stretched, slick hole.
"My turn," Lucas said, and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.
Noah cried out at the intrusion, Lucas gripped Noah's hips and started fucking him hard and fast, his pale freckled body gleaming with sweat, his red hair plastered to his forehead.
"Fuck, your ass is amazing," Lucas groaned, his hips slapping against Noah's bubble butt with each thrust. "So tight. So perfect."
While Lucas fucked Noah, Beau moved over to Cade, who was sitting on the couch, his massive pecs on full display. Beau straddled Cade's lap, his huge cock jutting out between them, and gripped Cade's pecs with both hands.
"These fucking tits," Beau groaned, squeezing the firm flesh. "Gonna fuck them. Gonna cover them in cum."
Cade grinned, his bad-boy smirk firmly in place. "Do it. Fuck my tits."
Beau pushed Cade's massive pecs together, creating a tight channel, and pushed his cock between them. The sight was obscene—Beau's thick 13-inch cock sliding between those enormous slabs of muscle, the head poking out from the top with each thrust.
"Fuck yes," Beau groaned, his hips moving faster. "Your tits feel so good. So fucking good."
Cade's pecs bounced and jiggled with each thrust, the flesh rippling, and Cade moaned, his head falling back against the couch.
"Yeah, fuck my tits," Cade gasped. "Use them. Make them yours."
Lucas was still pounding Noah from behind, his cock driving deep, and Noah was moaning continuously, his voice high and desperate.
"Gonna cum," Lucas warned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, Noah, I'm gonna cum."
"Do it," Noah gasped. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."
Lucas slammed deep one final time and his whole body went rigid, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside Noah's ass. The sensation of being filled—hot cum flooding his insides—pushed Noah closer to the edge, and he moaned, his own cock leaking onto the floor.
Lucas pulled out slowly, and Noah felt cum dripping from his stretched hole, running down his thighs.
"Fuck," Lucas breathed, collapsing onto the floor beside Noah. "That was incredible."
Cade pulled Noah onto the couch, positioning him on his lap, and Noah sank down onto Cade's thick cock with a groan. The angle was different—deeper—and Noah could feel every inch of Cade inside him, stretching him, filling him.
"Ride me," Cade commanded, his hands gripping Noah's hips. "Bounce on my cock."
Noah started moving, lifting himself up and dropping back down, his bubble butt slapping against Cade's thighs with each bounce. Cade's massive pecs were right in front of him, jiggling with the motion, and Noah leaned forward and took one of Cade's puffy pink nipples into his mouth.
"Fuck!" Cade cried out, his hips bucking up. "Yes! Suck on them!"
Noah sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and Cade moaned like a whore, his cock throbbing inside Noah's ass. Noah moved to the other nipple, biting and licking, and Cade's hands tightened on his hips, pulling him down harder.
"You love my tits, don't you?" Cade gasped. "Love sucking on them."
"Fuck yes," Noah moaned, pulling back just long enough to speak. "They're perfect. So fucking perfect."
Beau and Lucas were watching from the side, both of them stroking their cocks, their eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck, that's hot," Beau groaned. "Look at him ride that cock."
Lucas moved to the floor and pulled Noah down with him, positioning Noah on his back, legs spread wide. Lucas pushed Noah's legs up over his shoulders and lined up his cock, pushing inside Noah's well-used hole in one smooth thrust.
"Fuck," Noah gasped, his back arching off the floor. "Lucas!"
Lucas started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving deep. The angle was perfect—Lucas's cock was hitting Noah's prostate with every thrust, and Noah was seeing stars, his whole body trembling with pleasure.
"You're so beautiful like this," Lucas groaned, his eyes locked on Noah's face. "So fucking beautiful."
Noah reached up and pulled Lucas down into a kiss, their tongues tangling together, and Lucas fucked him harder, more desperately.
Then Beau was there, kneeling beside them, his massive cock in hand.
"Move over," Beau said to Lucas. "I want in."
Lucas lifted Noah and Beau got under him, his cock pressing against Noah's hole alongside Lucas's.
"Wait," Noah gasped, his eyes going wide. "Both of you?"
"Both of us," Beau confirmed, his eyes blazing. "You can take it, baby. I know you can."
Lucas pushed back inside first, and then Beau started pushing in alongside him, and Noah screamed at the stretch. It was so much, but underneath the burn was pleasure so overwhelming he thought he might pass out.
"Fuck!" Noah cried out, his hands gripping Beau's shoulders. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
"Breathe," Beau murmured, his lips brushing Noah's ear. "Relax. Let us in."
Noah tried, his body slowly adjusting, and then both cocks were inside him, stretching him impossibly wide, filling him completely.
"Holy shit," Lucas groaned, his eyes rolling back. "I can feel you, Beau. I can feel your cock against mine."
"Fuck yes," Beau gasped. "This is... fuck."
They started moving together, their cocks sliding in and out in tandem, and Noah was lost—consumed by sensation, by pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He was screaming, his voice hoarse, his body shaking.
"Take both our cocks," Beau growled, his hips snapping forward. "Take them, you greedy little slut."
"Fuck, he's swallowing us whole," Lucas groaned. "Look at him. Look at how well he takes us."
Cade moved over and positioned himself above Noah's head, his cock dangling over Noah's face.
"Open up," Cade said, and Noah opened his mouth obediently.
Cade pushed his cock past Noah's lips, and Noah moaned around it, his mouth full, his ass stretched impossibly wide around two massive cocks. He was being fucked from both ends, consumed completely, and it was the most intense thing he'd ever experienced.
"Fuck, this is so hot," Cade groaned, his hips rocking forward, fucking Noah's mouth. "He's taking all three of us."
They fucked him like that for what felt like hours—Beau and Lucas double-penetrating him, their cocks sliding together inside his stretched hole, Cade fucking his throat. Noah was a mess—drool running down his chin, tears streaming from his eyes, his body covered in sweat.
"Gonna cum," Beau warned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
"Me too," Lucas gasped. "Fuck, me too."
They slammed deep together one final time, and both of them came, their cocks pulsing in unison, flooding Noah's ass with hot cum. The sensation pushed Noah over the edge, and he came too—untouched, his cock erupting, painting his chest and abs with thick ropes of cum.
Cade pulled out of Noah's mouth and stroked himself frantically, and then he was cumming too, his load splattering across Noah's face, his lips, his tongue.
They didn't stop.
They moved through position after position—spit-roasting Noah, running a train on him, everyone switching and rotating. Noah rode Beau's cock while sucking Cade. Lucas fucked Noah doggy-style while Beau fucked Lucas. Cade pounded Noah missionary while Lucas and Beau made out beside them.
All four of them were dripping sweat, their muscles gleaming in the lamplight, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of wet, obscene sounds.
Each of them came twice—once inside Noah's hole or down his throat, and once painting his body. By the time they were finished, Noah was completely wrecked—a cum-drenched mess with creamy hot loads leaking from his stretched, gaping hole, dripping down his thighs, glazing his face and hair, pooling on his tongue.
He was covered—absolutely covered—in their cum, and he'd never felt more satisfied in his life.
They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-sticky pile on the floor, their bodies tangled together, their breathing ragged.
Beau pulled Noah against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around Noah's waist, and pressed a kiss to Noah's temple.
"You were perfect," Beau murmured, his voice soft and affectionate. "So fucking perfect, baby."
Noah smiled, his eyes already closing, exhaustion pulling him under.
Lucas was curled against Cade's side, his hand resting on Cade's massive pec, and Cade's arm was around Lucas's shoulders, holding him close.
"Best summer ever," Lucas mumbled, his voice sleepy.
"Agreed," Cade said, his bad-boy smirk softening into something genuine.
They lay there in the quiet, the only sounds their breathing and the distant chirp of crickets outside.
"This isn't over, right?" Noah asked quietly, his fingers tracing patterns on Beau's chest. "When we leave tomorrow... this doesn't end?"
Beau's arms tightened around him. "Fuck no," he said firmly. "This is just the beginning."