Angelo/Team; Angelo/Roadhog – cumdumpster; ignoring kink; living gloryhole
In the beginning, Angelo had still been so very nervous about the whole thing; clumsily dropping everything he worked on so he could get to his knees and suck off whoever wandered in and just started opening their pants.
He’s been sloppy and needy, making cute little noises as he bobbed on a nice, juicy cock and got teary eyed when he fucked it too deeply into his throat and it made him gag.
He’s a good boy, and an excellent doctor; very happy to help out his teammates and let them work off some tension.
The longer it goes on, though, the less nervous he becomes about it which… makes it almost better for the others.
He does no longer scramble to put down his work and give them his undivided attention; he merely smiles at them absent minded and sweet and stands from his stool, or bends over if he’s been standing all along, and lets them do all the work of flipping up his white coat and getting his ass naked for access.
He’ll barely even grunt when they slip into his loose hole; already prepared by him or well-used by several other visits, cum dripping and rim butter soft for the next cock to slide into him, body sturdy and big enough for some harsh, deep rabbiting thrusts that have him grunt vaguely, brows knitting as he tries to keep his hands still enough to write on the data pad.
And maybe some of his team get off on his barely-perceptible responses; on how they can fuck him as hard as they like and he still throws them absent-minded little smiles across his shoulder, nodding like a caretaker that’s politely encouraging a child.
Some like it when it’s further in the day and they can slide into the mess other’s left earlier. When they can put a hand on his belly and almost feel the cum deposited in his guts sloshing around.
Others like it when they’re close to the first; able to better feel his silky cunt around their dicks, when it’s not yet stretched out from good and frequent use throughout the day.
And one still manages to get a rise out of the good doctor, just from turning the game around: Roadhog strolling in and flipping up his coat just like anybody else, not caring about what Angelo is occupied with at the moment – or who he is occupied with, and producing a faint, little ‘O-oh…’ in response.
His is the only cock Angelo gets nervous for still; sturdy and fat enough to be felt no matter how many have utilized his hole beforehand; silent and not even giving a grunt of acknowledgement when Angelo greets him with a faint waver to his voice.
He’ll not even look down at him while he has him on his cock – instead his expressionless mask will slowly look around the sterile rooms, ignoring the warm, living gloryhole he’s pulled onto his cock, heavy gut resting on the good doctor’s back so he’ll have less to carry as he deep dicks him with deep, grunting thrusts.
When Roadhog fucks him, there is no way for Angelo to keep doing his work. He’ll have to bite into his sleeve and hold on for the ride, eyes rolling up into his head with how well he’s getting spread on Hog’s fat dick, rim burning like none of the others can do anymore.
He’ll get painfully hard – has to jerk off quick and brutal to try and come before Hog does, because there’ll be no helping hand afterwards. There’s no thought to his own pleasure as Roadhog gruntfucks into him, and as sweet as everybody else is to him, Angelo is kind of addicted to this harsh treatment; sometimes even slows down so he will not manage to orgasm, effectively denying himself the release just so he can remember the encounter for longer…
Because while he loves each and every cock – this particular one, he’ll never get used to.
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