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Tim is someone who's tried a lot of things when it comes to getting himself off, and someone who generally cycles through a different thing each time he jerks off, just because he wants the variety. He's got a couple different toys (a vibrator, a little stroker for his T-dick, and a dildo) he's happy to finger himself, to jerk his dick with his fingers, he'll get off with the water from his shower head, he'll grind against a pillow or his mattress. He's tried a bunch of stuff.
He has a couple things that are his go-to's though, the things he knows will get him off pretty quickly and satisfyingly. The simplest of those is grinding against a pillow or his mattress. It's quick for him and it feels great because of the consistent, easy pressure. It tends to be the one he goes for when he's frustrated and horny and just wants to let off some steam, because his T-dick is big and sensitive and grinding against his mattress is just so intense.
He does it most when he gets home from work, before anyone else gets home because his and Brian's bed squeaks and he can't really help being noisy himself. Work is hard and tiring and frustrating, so he just needs to relax, and the easiest way to do that so he's not snappy with his boyfriends when they get home, is by jerking off. He pretty much gets in the house, gets his shoes and dirty clothes off, and then he's chucking himself into bed so he can lie on his front and grind against his mattress.
He knows he should shower before he gets in bed, and usually he does (sometimes ending up getting off in there instead), but today he's exhausted and tense and fractious because work was hell and he just needs to do something enjoyable, because everything that could go wrong at work did. So, he lies on his stomach and rocks his hips against the mattress, groaning loudly in relief because no one else is home so he can. He doesn't pay any attention to the squeak of the bed frame, or what his moans are sounding like, because it doesn't matter. He just rocks his hips steadily to work himself up, tense muscles tightening up even more, but somehow feeling like that's a release this time. A good kind of tense rather than a bad one.
About halfway through, when his toes are just starting to curl in with the slow build up of his orgasm, he has to stop to bunch the bedding up a little to give himself something to really grind his dick against. It feels so good, pressure in just the right places and the drag of his dick against the damp inside of the boxers he's still wearing. He pushes himself up onto his forearms to press a little more weight back down into his hips, letting out a strained breath as the change of angle and pressure makes his hips kick up a little. It feels so good, and he works his way back up into a good rhythm, something so regular and easy that he doesn't even have to think about it. He can let his mind wander, conjure up images of Jay or Alex under him, being even louder than he is as he grinds against them, loud enough to drown him out so no one hears.
His mind adds Brian to the mix, Tim naked on top of Jay or Alex, which ever one of them that's not under him he's sucking off or eating out, and Brian's behind him the entire time, his dick in Tim's cunt or his ass as Brian holds him by his hips, lending power to Tim's movements.
Tim grits his teeth as he cums, moaning loudly, a noise that almost sounds like some confused mix of his boyfriends' names, like he couldn't decide which one of them to attribute his orgasm to in his fantasy.
Usually he keeps himself a little quiet, always too embarrassed to be loud around his partners even though he knows they'd love it if he was loud. They often try to get him to be loud, doing all the things they know he loves, trying to overwhelm him so he forgets himself, but they haven't succeeded so far because they don't know what gets him like this. They've made him cum about a dozen different ways, but when there are other people with him (even his boyfriends) he's just too embarrassed, too in his head, to be noisy.
There's no one else in the house now, though, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about when he moans.
He stays there catching his breath a little, head hanging between his shoulders and his hips still half wanting to keep moving even though he knows it'll feel like way too much straight away.
Once he's caught his breath he'll go shower and change his clothes and the sheets, because he's still gross and sweaty and covered in shit from the building site he was working on.
Someone clears their throat in the doorway, though, and he nearly gives himself whiplash turning his head to stare wide-eyed at Brian standing in the doorway of the bedroom. He's home way earlier than he was meant to be and his cheeks are pink as he looks at Tim. Tim's pretty sure his own face is as red as a tomato and he just kind of rolls onto his side to at least kind of hide what he'd been up to, as if Brian hadn't clearly seen at least some of it.
He grumbles something about phoning in advance to say "I'll be home early" and how Brian needs to learn to knock, and Brian laughs at him, stepping into the room and over to the bed so he can push Tim onto his back and climb on top of him.
Brian murmurs something about how good Tim sounded as he kisses him, and there's no misunderstanding what Brian wants. He asks anyway, murmuring about how he didn't know Tim got off so much on humping the bed.
"Like a dog," he says as he shifts one of his thighs so it's pressing between Tim's legs.
Tim stares at him, his eyes wide and his face still hot with embarrassment. He tries to ask how much Brian saw, how long he'd been there, but Brian gently rocks his thigh forwards to make Tim's hips jump, cutting off his questions. Because god it feels good, but Tim just came and his dick is sensitive right now. If Brian keeps this up there's no way in hell Tim's going to be able to get out a coherent sentence, but that's probably what Brian wants. He kisses Tim again, deepening it the second Tim lets him, and keeps the movements of his thigh between Tim's legs rhythmic and overwhelming, forcing overstimulated noises out of Tim's throat and into his mouth.
Tim doesn't complain, it feels too good for him to do that; he doesn't want Brian to stop, no matter how embarrassing the noises coming out of him are. He just rocks his hips down onto Brian's thigh because that's what Brian wants, and tries his best to keep himself quiet as best he can, because there's someone else here now and he doesn't want to make a fool of himself with his noises. He's not doing all that well at keeping himself quiet, Brian's still pushing desperate little noises out of him, but he doesn't currently sound like a dying animal, so he's counting that as a win. He's still making a fool of himself, but he's slightly less of a fool than he would be if he wasn't trying to keep himself quiet.
Brian is dead set on getting Tim to make a complete and utter fool of himself.
He'd stood at that door listening to all the noises his boyfriend always keeps hidden away, and now he's never gonna wanna go back. He needs to hear those noises constantly. So he sets to work doing everything he can to make Tim get noisy again. He grinds his thigh up into Tim's T-dick, refusing to back down even when Tim's hips try to flinch away because Tim's always very sensitive after he cums. He sucks hickeys up and down Tim's neck and weaves his fingers through Tim's hair so he can tug at it the way he knows Tim likes.
And Tim's still quiet. Not silent, and definitely louder than he usually is, but not as loud as he was earlier, before he'd known Brian was there watching. Tim's panting and groaning, but it's still quiet, bitten off as Tim tries to catch each noise before it can humiliate him more, and that's just not good enough for Brian. He needs more. He needs Tim to be loud and desperate and he needs him to sound like he's completely forgotten to stay quiet because of how good Brian's making him feel, each noise almost shocked out of him.
So Brian increases the pressure on Tim's dick a little, changing the way he moves his thigh in the hopes that he'll find the right angle to have Tim's hands scrambling to hold onto him. It takes a little while, but eventually it works. Tim makes a sharp, startled, desperate noise and squeezes his eyes shut, pressing out something that could have been words. They were mangled by how hard he is trying to keep a grip on everything, though.
Brian works him up and up with his thigh, keeping the movement and the pressure the exact same so that Tim gets absolutely no reprieve.
It's slow at first, quiet and small, so much so that Brian almost doesn't actually notice it, but as he pushes Tim towards another orgasm so soon after his first (something he's not sure any of them have actually done to Tim before now) Tim starts to lose his tight control on everything. His gaspy breaths start to get louder, the gasps becoming actual vocal noises rather than just the rush of air, and Tim starts rocking his hips down in time with the movements of Brian's thigh. He wraps his arms around Brian's shoulders so he can have something to hold onto, and he drags Brian closer so he can shove his face against his neck to try and keep himself quiet, knowing he's losing control.
It doesn't work, not only because he's right by Brian's ear, so Brian can still hear him loud and clear, but because his desperate, overwhelmed moans are already too loud to be muffled by hiding his face.
He only gets louder as he gets closer to the edge.
His dick aches like anything, and every throb just brings more pleasure, especially when paired with a perfectly timed press of Brian's thigh. He barely knows what to do with himself. Usually it's Alex who gets this treatment, being pushed from one orgasm straight towards the next. Tim's not used to it.
He can't say he doesn't like it, though.
It feels like it was exactly what he needed after work, if he's honest with himself.
He's still embarrassed by the noises he's making, pretty sure he sounds like a dying animal more than someone getting off, but Brian seems to like it. He keeps whispering in Tim's ear about how good he sounds, about how he should be loud like this all the time so that Jay and Alex will get the chance to hear it too. "You were thinking about them earlier, weren't you?" Brian asks. "Moaned their names as you came. What were you thinking about?"
Tim can't tell him, cut off by his own noises and Brian's mouth on his, and his second orgasm rushing through him. It pricks tears in his eyes and his dick and cunt both throb like anything as all his muscles lock up. There's pins and needles in his feet, intensifying in time with the clenching of his pussy, and he's pretty sure he's about to pass out if Brian doesn't break the kiss to give him a second to breathe.
Eventually, Brian lets up, mostly because Tim physically pushes him away. He's so sensitive and overwhelmed that he feels like he might break if Brian touches him again, and he just lies there panting as Brian grins at him like he's not the bastard who caused it. Brian kisses his cheek and Tim flips him off, still catching his breath, eyes closed and missing when Brian glances at the door and motions someone to come in.
Someone says "Sure we're not interrupting?" and Tim pretty much feels like he just got hit in the chest by a fast moving truck, because Jay and Alex are standing just inside the door of the room and they're staring at him like they want a turn. "He looks like he's pretty much done," Jay says, and Tim nods his agreement, knowing that Brian's right about to offer him up for a third round.
When Brian does exactly that, Tim doesn't deny them, though he does glare daggers at Brian when he says "You have to hear what he's like when he gets loud."
"He's never loud," Alex says, almost sounding overawed by Brian's confession. "How'd you even manage it?" Like it's some feat Brian deserves a world record for managing.
"I did have some help," Brian says, and the mattress dips by Tim's head, Alex sitting on the pillows at the top; Tim doesn't bother to look and see where Jay is, he's happy to try and soak in the time to calm himself down before his boyfriends take him to pieces again. "I got home early and he was getting himself off, humping the mattress in just his boxers, made himself cum before I even got anywhere near him. I'm pretty sure he was fantasizing about you two when he did it," Brian continued, and Tim flushed down onto his chest, glaring at Brian in embarrassment.
"What were you thinking about?" Alex asked, brushing a hand through Tim's hair. It's sweaty and Tim's sure it feels gross, but Alex doesn't seem to care as he tightens his hand in it, tugging softly, just enough to make Tim sigh.
"Go on," Brian says. "It sounded like a good thought when you were having it." He presses a hand against Tim through his boxers and Tim almost cries, his dick aching and pussy clenching again, sending pins and needles into his feet again.
It's hard to speak with Brian touching him, but Tim manages to gather his wits enough to tell his boyfriends his fantasy, him on top of one of them, grinding their dicks together as he sucks someone else off and is fucked by whoever is left over. He knows it's a mistake the second it's out of his mouth, because all of his boyfriends are looking at him like they're ready to force him through as many orgasms as his body can physically handle without passing out.
"Yeah?" Jay asks, already palming himself through his jeans. "Who'd go where? Or should we choose for you?"
Brian scoffs, muttering something about Tim being too stupid to make any decisions right now under his breath. Tim can't help but agree, nodding along stupidly as his hips flinch and stutter against Brian's hand, mostly trying to get away from the sensation but only managing to push him into it. There's talking somewhere above him, but right about now he's too overwhelmed to be able to make out what's actually being said when it's not being said directly to him.
Brian's hand leaves his dick and Tim feels like he could cry in both relief and frustration. Brian pulls his boxers down and off his legs, and then he's being moved, pushed and pulled, and he does his best to help his boyfriends get him in whatever position they want him in. He ends up lying on his front again, head on someone's chest. He glances up to find that it's Alex he's lying on, which makes sense somewhere in the back of his muddled mind, who better to grind his t-dick against than the other trans guy in their little group.
Brian's hands are back again after discarding Tim's boxers on the floor, holding onto his hips tightly and starting to push and pull him as Alex shifted under him so that their hips and thighs slotted together properly. Tim just barely manages to stop himself from shouting. He can barely keep his eyes open as Brian forces him to rock his hips, and Alex rocks his own hips against Tim's. It's so much and tears prick sharply in Tim's eyes. His breathing is already ragged, and he feels like he might pass out despite the fact that he's getting more than enough air. Alex's hands press against the front of Tim's shoulders, pushing him up a little as Brian's hands keep his hips down, and Tim gets his arms under him so he can hold himself up.
One of Brian's hands leaves his hips, moving down until he's sliding his fingers between the lips of Tim's pussy, pressing easily again his hole and making his arms almost give out. He's already so wet, and two of Brian's fingers slide in like nothing. Brian immediately crooks them, rubbing the pads of his fingers against Tim's g-spot and shocking a humiliatingly loud moan out of him. Tim's pussy clenches tight around Brian's fingers and with the continued movement of Alex's crotch against his, the only thing Tim can feel is the overwhelming pleasure rushing through him.
He doesn't know whether to be relieved or not when Brian pulls his fingers out, because on the one hand it's a temporary reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure, but on the other hand Tim knows why he's being given that reprieve; it's so Brian can get his dick out, and once that's in him Tim's pretty sure he'll start crying. It's no question that Brian's got the biggest dick out of all of them, and it can be overwhelming at the best of times, but when Tim's already overwhelmed? He's going to feel every inch and it'll ache, and he'll like it.
Jay's dick is in front of his face and Tim sets to work trying to suck him off. He gives up on getting his dick properly in his mouth almost straight away, not because it's too big, just because Brian fucks into him and Tim pretty much sobs, entire body trembling violently.
He doesn't have the brainpower to keep himself from choking himself to death on Jay's dick.
He doesn't have the brainpower to do much at all, if he's being honest with himself. He can just about manage to suck on the tip of Jay's dick, uncoordinated and probably a bit too wet, interrupted over and over again by desperate, overstimulated moans as Brian starts to fuck him properly. He's still holding onto Tim's hips, forcing them to move against Alex's even as Tim's muscles try their best to flinch away from all the sensations. It doesn't work that well. When he tries to flinch away from Alex, he just drives himself back on Brian's cock, and when he tries to flinch away from Brian he just grinds himself harder against Alex. There's nothing he can do except cry and hiccough out pathetic, desperate moans that are far too loud.
Jay's really getting the short end of the stick with Tim incapable of doing much more than drool on his dick, but he doesn't seem to mind, running cool hands through Tim's hair to soothe him as he's fucked. Tim leans into his hands, almost forgetting to hold himself up, wanting to just collapse into Jay's arms and let himself be pulled apart.
It doesn't take long for him to cum, crying harder and babbling out pleas for more, begging his boyfriends not to stop, telling them it's far too much. They've never got him like this before but he doesn't even have the brainpower to be embarrassed about it anymore. All he can think about is how good he feels and how much it is. It only becomes more, when neither Brian or Alex stop, fucking him straight through his third orgasm of the night and right towards the fourth.
Tim's dizzy with it.
His arms are shaking so hard he's pretty sure they're going to give out, and he can barely breathe through the noises he's making.
Jay's murmuring soft words into his ears, not even trying to get Tim to suck him off anymore, telling him that it's okay, he just has to stay there and let Brian and Alex use him, that Jay will happily wait his turn, use Tim's cunt when Brian's done with it. Tim can't do anything other than nod, almost laughing as wires get crossed somewhere in his head, it's all his brain can come up with as the way to react to the vicious overstimulation dragging all his muscles tight. The pins and needles from his third orgasm never had the chance to dissipate and they crawl up his legs as he's fucked towards his fourth.
Somewhere in his mind he doesn't think he'll even be able to manage a fourth, let alone a fifth if Jay meant it when he said he'd use him after Brian had, but all he can do is beg for it, loud, desperate pleas leaving his lips.