Kota froze mid-stream, the warm trickle still hitting the porcelain as he turned his head slightly toward Dennis. The younger boy stood there in the bathroom doorway, fluffy shirt hanging loose over his baggy sweatpants, makeup still smudged around his eyes from earlier, lips glossy and parted in that eager pout. The fluorescent light overhead buzzed faintly, casting harsh shadows across Dennis's face and making the glitter on his cheeks sparkle like tiny diamonds. The air smelled faintly of the aloe lube he had mentioned—clean, herbal, almost sweet—and underneath it the lingering musk of sweat and sex from upstairs clung to both of them.
"Did Riley put you up to this?" Kota asked, voice low and rough, scraped raw from two straight hours of moaning, screaming, and gasping. His throat felt like sandpaper every time he spoke.
Dennis nodded fast, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click that echoed in the small tiled space. The lock snapped into place. "Yeah… he did. But I wanted it badly. Like, really badly." His voice cracked on the last word, eyes big and shiny under the harsh light. "I've been super jealous of him all day. Riley got to fuck you eight times. Eight. I only got six. That's not fair. I at least need to make it seven. Please, Kota. Just one more. I need it so bad I can't think straight. My hole's been twitching ever since you pulled out upstairs. It feels empty without you."
Kota sighed, long and bone-deep, finishing pissing and shaking himself off before tucking back in and zipping up. The ache in his cock was already returning—raw, oversensitive from fourteen orgasms, but stirring again at the sight of Dennis's desperate expression. Those wide eyes pleading, the glossy lips trembling, the way his fluffy shirt rode up just enough to show the soft curve of his lower back and the top of those tan lines. "You're serious."
Dennis pouted harder, stepping closer until his fluffy shirt brushed Kota's arm. The fabric was soft, warm from body heat. "Dead serious. I'll take it in any hole. My bussy or my mouth pussy. Doesn't matter. But anal's a no-brainer. My ass is so big and stretchy now. It's made for this." He turned around slowly, facing the wall, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the baggy sweatpants. With one smooth tug he pulled them down to mid-thigh, the fabric pooling around his knees and exposing that massive, heart-shaped ass. Then he bent forward, hands reaching back to spread his cheeks wide. The puffy little hole came into view, slick and glistening, already lubed up and slightly gaping from the earlier rounds upstairs. The tan lines framed it perfectly—pale skin contrasting with the flushed pink rim that twitched under Kota's stare, winking open and closed like it was breathing, begging.
"I rubbed some more after we finished on the bed," Dennis said, voice breathy and trembling with anticipation. "Aloe vera lube. Feels so cool and slippery inside. Smell it. Please. Just smell how ready I am for you."
Kota stepped closer despite the rational part of his brain screaming to stop, to walk out, to end this before his body gave out completely. The scent hit him immediately, pleasant, clean, faintly herbal with that underlying sweetness of aloe vera. No bitterness, no harsh chemical bite. Just slick, inviting warmth that made his spent cock twitch back to full, painful hardness in seconds. The smell wrapped around him, mixing with Dennis's natural musk, the faint salt of sweat, the lingering trace of cum from earlier. Dennis grinned over his shoulder, eyes sparkling with needy triumph. "See? Ready for you. Please, Kota. Just seven. Make it even. I'll be so good for you. I'll take it however you want. Rough. Slow. Deep. I don't care. Just fill me again."
Kota sighed again, but the sound was weaker this time, defeated by the sight and smell and the way Dennis's hole pulsed in invitation, the rim fluttering like it was trying to kiss the air. He undid his zipper once more, freed his cock, still sensitive, veins standing out, head flushed dark, and pressed the swollen head against that slick entrance. Dennis whimpered the second it touched, pushing back eagerly, the puffy rim kissing the tip like it was welcoming him home. Kota slid in slow at first, savoring the tight heat that swallowed him inch by inch, walls fluttering and pulsing like they were trying to pull him deeper. The aloe made everything glide impossibly smooth—no resistance, just velvet grip and wet suction that made his eyes roll back for a second.
Once he bottomed out he lost the last shred of restraint. He started fucking Dennis wildly, hips snapping forward with hard, punishing thrusts that made the younger boy's ass clap loud against his pelvis. The sound bounced off the tile walls, wet, meaty slaps that echoed in the small space, mixing with the faint drip of the faucet and Dennis's immediate high, needy moans. "Yes—fuck—harder—Kota—wreck me—use your little toilet—"
Kota hugged him from behind, arms wrapping tight around Dennis's slim waist, pounding deep and fast. He could feel the bulge in Dennis's stomach every time he bottomed out, the thick outline of his cock pressing prominently against his own forearms through the soft skin. Fuck, it was so hot. The way Dennis's body yielded completely, the way his hole gripped and sucked, the constant wet slap of cheeks meeting hips, it drove Kota insane. He pounded harder, faster, the rhythm brutal and relentless, each thrust forcing a fresh whimper from Dennis's throat. The mirror above the sink fogged slightly from their breathing, reflecting the sight of Dennis bent over, cheeks spread, Kota's hips slamming forward again and again.
Dennis kept teasing with dirty talk, voice breaking on every slam. "It's almost like you have a vendetta against me, Kota. Do you want to punish a dumb slut like me? Am I that bad? Fuck me like I deserve it. Make it hurt so good. I'm just a hole for you—use me—break me—" Kota loved the selfdegrading sextalk. It lit something primal in him. He slowed down just enough to target Dennis's prostate with precision, angling every stroke to grind right against that swollen spot, dragging the thick head over it in slow, deliberate circles before slamming back in full force.
Dennis gasped, body jerking violently. "Why slow down? Fuck me well. Make me a good little toy. I'm your slutty little fuck toy. Use me. Break me. I'm nothing, just a sleeve for your cock."
Then, without warning, he reached back and snatched Kota's phone from his pocket. "GIVE ME YOUR PHONE!" He unlocked it with Kota's thumb, already pressed against his side from the hug—and quickly put his number in, saving it under "Dennis – Your Personal Cum Rag" with a string of heart and eggplant emojis.
"Call your little slut every chance you get. Please. I need it. Text me when you're hard. I'll send pics. Videos. Anything. I'll be waiting with my hole lubed and ready. I'll edge myself all day just thinking about your next load."
He kept moaning, words tumbling out faster and filthier. "Riley could never lower himself to a toy like I can. He's too proud. He wants to be equal. I don't. I want to be a personal cum rag. Not an equal—a cum toilet. Fuck, I envy toilets so much. They get filled every day and never complain. I want that. I want your cum in me all the time. Use me like furniture. Like a urinal. Like a sleeve. Please—cumm—cummm—cummmmm—"
Kota loved this crazy boy. The depravity, the self-degradation, the way Dennis begged to be reduced, it pushed him over the edge. He pounded harder, hips blurring, arms tightening around Dennis's waist until he felt the bulge in the stomach press even more prominently against his forearms. Dennis's moans turned into broken screams, body shaking violently. "Yes—yes—cum in your toilet—fill me—make me leak—please—Kota—cummm—"
Kota exploded deep inside, thick ropes pumping straight into Dennis's greedy hole. The younger boy came untouched again, spurting weakly against the wall while his ass clenched and milked every drop. Kota kept thrusting through the aftershocks, grinding deep until Dennis was whimpering and trembling, body limp and pliant in his arms.
When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, cum immediately leaked from Dennis's puffy hole, dripping down his thighs in thick white trails. Dennis stayed bent over, panting, ass still twitching and clenching around nothing. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes glassy and hungry, voice hoarse but insistent.
"I'm still hungry for more."