NSFW DJCom Fics

2 DJs

Commander swallowed nervously as he watched two, yes, two, DJs unzip their pants and drop their underwear. He honestly can't remember why, or even how, there were two of DJ. They both were completely identical to one another which also meant that /down there/ was also the same.

Commander glanced down at himself and then back up to the DJs. Double penetration certainly wouldn't work and would cause more pain than actual pleasure. Commander thought to himself for a moment, still staring down at the two cocks right next to each other.

"Uh, how about you," he pointed to one of them, "f...fuck my mouth and you," the other, "fuck my ass." Commander wanted to smack himself in the face for being so vulgar. Fortunately, they ignored the vulgarity and nodded simultaneously. Each DJ went to their respective sides and Commander felt himself shudder at the feel of strong hands gripping his rear. DJ slipped a finger into Commander's hole, causing the Commander to gasp.

While his mouth was open, the DJ in front pushed his cock between his lips. The Commander's eyes widened for a second before he could fully adjust to the size in his mouth. The DJ in the back hummed, still thumbing at Commander's twitching hole. Both DJs looked up at each other and seemed to have the same idea. Commander shifted his weight from hand to hand as he was growing nervous due to the silence. Finally, after an unbearable minute of silent negotiation, both of the DJs thrusted in at the same time. Commander jolted in surprise.

Commander choked when his cock hit the back of his throat. The DJ behind him didn't stop thrusting, his pace growing increasingly faster. DJ slowly thrusted into Commander's mouth, allowing him to get used to his speed. Eventually, Commander let out a quiet, drawn out whine, which acted as a 'go for it' sign to DJ. DJ's cock soon found a rhythm that matched with the other DJs.

The combination of DJ's cock in his mouth and the fast paced jolts of pleasure made Commander moan, albeit muffled and wet. Strong, warm hands cupped his jaw and back. Commander felt so, so full. Satisfaction clouded his mind and he could hardly think beyond "I need more". His lips twitched around DJ's dick and tears pricked his eyes from the occasional gag. They had barely even started and Commander was already on the verge of orgasm.

The sound of DJ's pelvis smacking against his ass was almost harmonious with Commander's half-gargled moans. DJ smacked his hand against Commander's ass, earning a loud moan. Commander let his eyes shut as pleasure flooded his senses. Commander couldn't tell if he was blessed or cursed by the fact the DJs were both fucking massive. His jaw ached but it made Commander's stomach twist in lust.

"Ah, look at him. What a cutie," one of the DJs praised, gently stroking his back encouragingly. Commander squirmed at both the praise and the touch. He was on the brink of cumming, his legs trembling like leaves.

With a particularly rough thrust into his hole, DJ let out a grunt before replying. "Good boy," he managed between clenched teeth. "Such a good boy." At that, the Commander let out a squeal and came. Sticky white cum stained the sheets as he tried to lean forward, only realizing the DJs were still thrusting into both his mouth and ass. They weren't too far behind him, however.

DJ looked down and sucked in a breath. The way Commander's lips wrapped around his length and how his eyes, just barely visible above his crooked glasses, were lidded and fluttering. Drool slipped down his chin sloppily. The sight almost made DJ cum before the other. Both of them looked up at each other once again. Their faces were equally flushed and sweaty. One of them had his bottom lip bitten bloody, trying to not cum.

"I-I'm gonna cum," the front DJ gasped as Commander's tongue faintly swirled around his cock. The other DJ nodded in agreement, letting out an odd mixture of a growl and a moan. His hands dug into Commander's ass before thrusting once, twice, and cumming inside. Before Commander could fully register DJ cumming inside him, the other DJ came into his mouth, Commander tried to gasp which in return made him swallow some of the cum.

Both pulled out with a wet pop. Blobs cum slid down both his taint and his chin. Commander flopped onto the bed in exhaustion, a small cough leaving his lips. He curled into a ball and promptly fell asleep, warmth radiating off of him. The two DJs wiped themselves off and stretched. They made their way back to the bed and wrapped their arms around the smaller man. Commander faintly smiled at the feeling of (sweaty) heavy arms tightly pulling him in. Maybe tomorrow they'll figure out the whole situation, but for the moment, he was content.