BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁹⁸⁰🥵Chan x Arm x Pol x Big

Requested. 3000+ words..

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- I have no idea if I did this to your liking but I hope you like it regardless -

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"You got the beers, man?" Arm asked, his eyes scanning the living room for any signs of the cold, golden liquid.

"Yeah, right here," Chan responded, hoisting a six-pack onto the coffee table with a clunk. The bottles were already sweating, beads of condensation hinting at the promise of refreshment.

Pol looked up from the TV, his gaze lingering on the screen for a moment before tearing away. "Game's about to start," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and something else, something that made the air feel a little thicker.

"Cool," Big replied, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the apartment. He was lounging on the couch, one hand tugging at the hem of his shorts, his eyes never leaving the TV.

The three tops, Chan, Arm, and Pol, had been planning this night for weeks. It was going to be the kind of night that made legends, the kind of night that would be talked about in hushed tones and knowing glances for months to come. Big, their bottom, had been the unknowing star of their fantasies, the one they all craved to have at the center of their passionate dance.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of lust and anticipation. They had all agreed to take Big at the same time, each of them eager to claim a piece of him, to feel him writhe under their collective power. The air was electric, charged with the promise of what was to come.

Big took a swig of his beer, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He had no idea what his friends had in store for him, but he could feel their eyes on him, feel the heat of their desire. He shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of his shorts suddenly feeling too tight.

Chan leaned in, his hand brushing against Big's thigh. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. Big looked up, meeting Chan's eyes, and felt a shiver run down his spine. He nodded, unable to find his voice.

The game began, but none of them were really watching. Their eyes kept straying to Big, their thoughts racing with what they would do to him when the time was right. The room was silent except for the occasional cheer from the TV and the sound of bottles clinking together as they were set down.

Big's heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He could feel his cock swelling, straining against the fabric of his shorts. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he liked it, liked the feeling of being wanted, of being the center of their attention.

Without a word, Pol stood up and turned off the TV, the sudden silence making Big's heart skip a beat. He looked around, his eyes wide, as the three tops moved closer to him, their intentions clear. The room was now bathed in the soft glow of the single lamp in the corner, casting shadows that danced along their bare chests and defined muscles.

The story is now set up for the sexual encounter between the four guys. The tension is high and the desire is palpable.

The three tops, Chan, Arm, and Pol, each took a step closer to Big, their eyes raking over his body hungrily. Big's heart was racing, his cock now fully erect and pushing against his shorts. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he didn't want it to stop. He took a deep breath and leaned back into the couch, inviting them closer.

Chan was the first to make a move, his hand sliding up Big's thigh, his thumb brushing against the growing bulge in his shorts. Big gasped, his body tensing at the touch. Arm reached out and took the beer bottle from Big's hand, placing it on the coffee table with a gentle clink. "You don't need that right now," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Big's.