Your pace quickens as you near the edge of release yourself, your grip growing tighter on each man's cock. They moan and arch into your touch, their bodies trembling with anticipation and need.

Finally, they both erupt in unison, shooting hot streams of cum across Ghost's back and chest. He cries out as the warm liquid sprays over his skin, but he doesn't push you away; instead, he arches further into your thrusts, wanting more.

As you reach your own climax, every thrust sends tremors through Ghost's body. He cries out as he feels the hot rush of semen inside him, but it only serves to heighten his pleasure. His muscles tense and quiver around your cock as he comes undone, squirting a mixture of lube and cum onto the floor beneath you.

Graves collapses forward, panting heavily as the last remnants of his orgasm ebb away.

Ghost arches an eyebrow at your question. "See what?" he asks warily. "The...their dicks," you stutter out, gesturing vaguely in the direction of your bodyguards. "I just want to see..." Your voice trails off as you realize how ridiculous that sounds even to you.

There's a moment of silence before everyone starts laughing - hard enough that some of them double over. Graves wipes tears from his eyes. "Damn, kid...

Well, I'll be honest. I didn't see that one coming." He shakes his head, still chuckling. "But if you insist..."

Soap steps forward. "Well, come here then," he says with a grin, motioning you over to where they stand by the wall. One by one, they pull down their pants and underwear to reveal...well, they all look pretty much the same as before. A bit of tenting in the fabric aside, there's no evidence of anything different going on.

Ghost lets out a shuddering breath as the last of his orgasm subsides. He steps back, wiping a hand across his mouth to get rid of any remaining cum and trying to regain his composure. The others on the team are all still watching with varying degrees of surprise and discomfort etched onto their faces.

"You...you're welcome,"

Ghost manages to say, his voice sounding oddly hoarse now. "But let's get back to business."

"I...ah..." Price clears his throat. "I suppose I can tell you as well," he says reluctantly. "I am approximately the same size as Graves and Gaz here." He glances at them before continuing. "But once again, our priority is your safety, not any other parts of us." His voice is firm but gentle as he tries to make it clear that you shouldn't be focusing on such things.

There's a long pause before anyone responds. Price's eyes widen slightly and he glances at the others for support or guidance. They all look uncomfortable now. "Ah...I don't think that would be appropriate," Graves finally says, stepping forward to put himself between you and the rest of the group.

Alejandro nods in agreement. "Indeed." He folds his arms across his chest, looking unhappy about the whole situation. Gaz moves closer to him as well.

"

The others continue to take turns, each man more skilled and experienced than the last. You feel like you're on the verge of orgasm countless times only to be brought back down by a rough thrust or a bite to your neck. But as they move in perfect sync around you, building towards some unspoken climax, you know that this is going to be something you'll never forget.

Ghost finally reaches between your legs and begins stroking you in time with his thrusts, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Cum for us," he growls into your ear. "Let us feel you." The others moan in agreement as they pick up the pace, their bodies moving in perfect harmony around you. You can barely think straight as pleasure washes over you like a wave, but somehow manage to find the strength to thrust back against them.

And then it hits you - an orgasm so intense that your vision blurs and your whole body tingles with release.

As the men around you begin to lose themselves in passion, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up into Price's eyes and see desire burning brightly there. He leans down and whispers against your ear, "Are you enjoying this?"

You nod vigorously, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. With a satisfied smile, he kisses your neck before moving his hand lower, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. "Good," he murmurs, guiding his cock toward your entrance.

The head of Price's cock presses against your entrance, forcing it open with a hot, wet pressure that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you. He pushes in slowly at first, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain, but finding only desire and need reflected back at him. As he begins to move deeper, the rest of the men around you join in, each taking a turn pushing into you, filling you up with their heat and strength.