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BRIGHAM STREET BRIDGE

PART TWO

Lynn cried out. She always cried out when he was fucking her. She always begged for it harder. She always clung to him and the clinging was hard to maintain because of the sweat down his shoulders, sweat budding on his back. Bill could hear in his own ear, in that part of him a little separated from the rest of himself, his own ragged breathing, could feel the pleasure point in the tip of his cock. Sometimes it was lovemaking, but sometimes it was this… and the catching of breath and the almost folding in on himself before the explosion. Sometimes he bit the pillow or turned his face into Lynn’s shoulder. Sometimes he let himself scream.

Sometimes like now.

The day had been far longer than she’d planned, and Anigel went to bed early, fully intending to wake up later. It was, after all, the Friday before Christmas and she had yet to put in an appearance at Noble Red. It was the lights of a truck roaring down Curtain Street that woke her, its lights blazing across her bed. Even as she was waking, Anigel realized there could be no such truck on this little street, and while the light died down, it did not go away.

She sat up in bed a little and was about to shout and then she stopped.

On the other side of the room the black woman seated in the window regarded Anigel with mild amusement. She was wearing what Anigel considered a really quality white dress and she loosely wrapped in veil.

“I left the snake at home,” she said, reaching for one of Anigel’s cigarettes, which she had left on the little table beneath the window.

“You got a light?” she asked. Then. “Never mind.”

She put the cigarette to her lips, inhaled. It glowed orange.

“The snake?” Anigel croaked, cleared her throat and was about to repeat when the woman said:

“You know the snake you always see around my feet. That scares the hell out of some people.”

She leaned back her head an exhaled.

Anigel Reyes sat in amazement, wanting to swear.

“I just came to tell you, you’re a good girl is all. You’re one of the ones he likes. We all do. He loves everyone. Has to. But… likes?… Now that’s something.”

The woman exhaled the last of the smoke in a gush from her nostrils. She placed the cigarette back down and Anigel observd it was long, white, unsmoked.

“Try to get some rest,” the woman said.

As she was turning around to go—yes—out of the window, Anigel finally found her voice.

“Is that it? Aren’t you going to say something grand?”

“Is that it she says!

`    “I tell you he likes you! He’s on your side. He is. He’s in love with you. And you say… Is that it? Well, if you want the usual message,” she stretched out her hands and began to… glow… just a bit.

“Pray. Pray. Pray!” she announced in an airy voice, and then added, “But you already have. And by the way, say hey to Ross and Russell. Peace.”

And then she was gone.

Anigel sat in the dark.

“It was just a dream,” she muttered to herself. She repeated it.

The only problem was that right now Anigel Reyes couldn’t help but notice she was wide awake.

There would be no going out tonight. She might have to go down and talk to Chayne and Rob when she felt more like herself again.

M—the Woman—had certainly had the right idea. It was time for a cigarette.

“You alright?” Ralph asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Russell shook his head as a barge passed beneath them

“It’s just I had things on my mind.”

After a moment Ralph said, “You could tell me. You know? If I uou wanted.”

“.Oh!” Russell was grateful. “Yes. I would, but it’s not really my stuff to tell. I was just worried for someone.”

Ralph nodded. A nosier person, a girl maybe, would ask more questions.

“You’re a good friend,” Russell said.

That made Ralph emotional for a moment, but he kept it to himself. What Russell said mattered to him more than he understood.

“This is pretty awesome,” Russell decided, leaning his elbows on the old parapet.

“Yeah it is,” Ralph said, though he wasn’t quite sure what was awesome. Being with Russell was awesome. Being at peace with Russell was awesome. The way he felt was awesome.

“We’re in Geschichte Falls,” Russell said, “looking at Geschichte Falls.”

“Aw yeah,” Ralph chuckled. “Yeah, that is pretty rad.”

He wasn’t wearing his hat. Ralph was vain about his hair. He took an ungloved hand through it.

“I guess I’m used to it. But I do come up here to think.”

They were on the Brigham Street Bridge, the long expansion bridge that crossed from the majority of town to Little Poland, and its outliers, the part of Geschichte Falls that stuck out like a southern tongue and was bordered to the south and the east by East Sequoya. Russell could look south and see Brigham Street dotted with lights leaning down into an area that reminded him of his grandparents home on the Southside of Chicago, the same area where his cousin Macy lived, old two stories, factories, the slender clapboarded houses with their wooden back porches connecting one floor to the other, Saint Celestine’s rising up not far from the store Ralph’s family owned.

“I always wondered,” Russell said, looking away from Little Poland and onto the expanse of blue water where orangish factory lights and the little lights of two downtowns looked on it, “why it’s called Saint Celestine’s.”

“Huh?”

“He’s not Polish. I don’t think.”

“Naw,” Ralph said. He was about to spit, because he liked to spit, but he also liked sleeping with Russell and he felt suddenly self conscious.

“That all used to be Irish, and then we came in. Us and the Mexicans. The Irish built that church and he’s one of theirs. One of yours.”

“Oh,” Russell rolled his eyes and laughed.

“What?”

“My Irish doesn’t come from around here, so whatever.”

“No, I think they got all bougie like you and moved to Breckinridge.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“Only sort of.”

“But I think you’re right, so I’m not going to say anything.”

“Yeah, I’m just going to say Celestine’s is pretty and old and everything, but if it had been built by us, it would be better.”

“Oh.”

“No one ever says, that’s a great Irish church! But Polish churches are…. They’re fucking amazing.”

Russell turned to look at the sparkle in Ralph’s eyes while he chewed his gum.

“I had no idea you cared that much about religion.”

“I think I care more about being Polish, actually.”

“Gilead would say it’s all white folks, and shrug.”

Ralph grinned, jammed his hands in his pockets, and then he did shrug.

Somewhere in the darkness, where the river bottlenecked and there were very few lights to be seen was Riverview Drive, the street that the whole Riverview district got its name from. Gilead was on that street, maybe with Mark Young right now, in his mom’s house. A few blocks north Nehru was doing something fascinating and still, a little further in that same neighborhood, Brad and Marissa were settling into their new lives.

“You’re right,” Ralph said. “It is pretty awesome.”

And Cody…. Where was he? What was he up to now?

Ralph was chewing his gum slowly and giving Russell a strange, considering look.

“What?” Russell laughed, nervously.

“Did we make any kind of decision about how we were gonna be?”

“I… I don’t think so.”

“I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“Cause you’re with Vanessa, and we’re in high school, and it would be a lot of—”

“I can’t do this to Vanessa. I’m not as dumb as you think.”

“I don’t—”

“I’ve cheated on her three times. Twice with guys. I’m seventeen. We’re seventeen, Russ. Why do shit like that? I’m just going to end it with her.”

Russell did not stop to say that he, in fact, was still sixteen.

Ralph said, “I can’t date you because I’m a terrible boyfriend and you just had a terrible boyfriend. I don’t want to be Number Two.”

“And yet…?”

“I want to kiss you.”

He had never felt like this about Jason. He had not known he felt this way about Ralph, that his whole body would go hot and weak, his knees melt, his penis stiffen when Ralph said that.

“Then fucking do it, already.”

Ralph barked out a laugh and then quickly he did.

A very few cars were coming up the bridge, but no one was looking at them in the dark, and below a freight boat passed, headed east. Ralph, who had been gross, creepy, irritating, was the handsome football player with bronze colored hair, strong and holding his face as he kissed him deeply. He never wanted to stop, but:

“Damn, a bastard has to breathe!” Ralph said, chuckling.

After a moment he said, “I don’t have a right to ask this, and I’ll drive you home. But…I’d love it if you stayed with me tonight.”

Russell was embarrassed to be so easy, embarrassed that when Ralph grinned at him he thought of the first time, and the last time just last night when they’d taken their clothes off so easily and made love for such a long time. That Ralph could make love to him as skillfully as Flipper…. Flipper… made Russell hot. That in the dark Ralph morphed into Flipper and back to himself… That Ralph made love with his hands, his mouth, his eyes, and was in no hurry, that the whole night would be the two of them touching, murmuring, taking each other to sensations and emotions they hadn’t felt before… that he could not finish his sentences.

Russell swallowed and looked at the river, letting his cheeks turn cold again.

“Let’s go back your place,” he said.

He felt it when he came in the house. When Bill pulled into the parking lot and then walked up to the kitchen door, opened it and slid inside the house he could feel the sadness. He couldn’t sleep beside Dena tonight. And he knew he wasn’t wanted anyway. It was only nine o’clock on a Friday night, but all the lights in the house were out except for in the kitchen.

Bill went upstairs to get blankets and a pillow from the cedar smelling linen closet. As he tiptoed back down to the den, flicked the television on and made a pallet for himself to its  blue-grey light, his eyes welled up and his heart felt very heavy because there was just no denying how sad this house was. He hoped that maybe by some magic—he had forfeited the right to pray for a miracle—something might happen tomorrow in Idlewile to change everything.

It was after midnight when Mike and Emma were walking through the hall in a hotel, trying to find their room. They had a problem with looking at the numbers on the doors because they were so horny. They were kissing and Mike’s hand was on Emma’s tigh when she cried:

“Look! It’s our room!”

“Finally! Can’t wait to get you out of these panties.”

He took the key out of his pocket and quickly opened the door. Although it was opened wide, none of them was walking into the room. They both had hands on each other and were french kissing. They were in love since they had met in high school. Everyone thought there couldn’t be any better pair of people than them, yet Mike had a secret he thought no one knew about, but Emma did know. For about a year he was cheating on her with his colleague Amy. She found out about it while she was waiting for him in front of his office. She got bored and walked into the building. It was after dark and basically everyone was already home. She rushed towards Mike’s place of work and through the transparent glass wall she saw him humping some woman. Then she ran away cause after what she had seen she knew their relationship was over and that she needed to get her vengeance. And that day just arrived. They were in a cheap hotel, in which there weren’t any guests. The only people who were in those cold and scruffy walls were them and the receptionist.

“Honey close your eyes. I’ve got a surprise for you… and I think you’re gonna like it.”

He looked at her for a second and grinned. They both liked to play it rough from time to time, so he was sure he was gonna enjoy it. When he did what she told him to, she put a blindfold on his eyes. Then she directed him towards the bed. After she had finally laid him down, she jumped on him and took out a pair of handcuffs out of her purse. Mike recognised by the sound he heard what it was. He was getting more and more aroused which she could easily judge by feeling his dick getting stiffer, but she had no time to lose. She took his left hand and cuffed it, pulled the chain behind the bars of the bed so he wouldn’t be able to escape, and finally locked his other hand in the pink old handcuffs.

“Do you like it? – she asked.”

“Of course not. – he said smiling. – But I’m looking forward to see what else is in store tonight.”

“Oh there’s more than you could imagine. – she said sharply, getting off of him.”

He found the answer weird, but ignored it thinking it’s just a part of the game. He thought she was gonna go and grab some toys and come back to the bed, but all he could hear was Emma walking around the room and then a jingle of the keys.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing. I’ve just been wondering whether Amy’s texted you or not and wanted to make sure.”

“What?!”

“Oh don’t lie! I know everything! I’ve seen it with my own eyes!”

“What exactly if I can ask?”

“Well I saw your dick in her like a month ago. That’s all.”

“It’s not true I swear. This must be some kind of misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, it’s a misunderstanding that I thought you and me were something special. Goodbye forever. Enjoy your new life, you prick.”

He wanted to believe that it was all a part of the act, but it wasn’t. She left him all alone and clung to the bed. All he could do was wait. And in fact not even a quarter passed when the door opened.

It was a big bald man who was something around the age of 50. Mike could not see him because of the blindfold he still had on, but he could sense he was in big trouble.

“What we got here? – he said firmly. – Yeah I said what cause you ain’t a person no more. You a toy for everyone who want to play with ya.”

“Please let me go. I will pay you how much you need. Just release me.”

The man started laughing.

“Believe me the amount of money you can offer will only be a small fraction of what you gonna earn.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You see, you see soon my boy.”

He walked closer to the bed and took Mike’s blindfold off of his head. Now he could see him. He started trembling once the unknown man began to stroke his hair.

“You nice. My boss wasn’t lying.”

“Take your hands away you motherfucker”

“Soon you no longer reluctant. Soon you obedient.”

“You wish you pervert!”

He wanted to say way more things to that strange man, but he didn’t because two brown-haired and muscled men walked into the room.

“Dan, we’ve got the things.” – said the first muscled man.

“Good – said the bald man. – Hand me the box.”

The second muscled man stared at Mike and after a while, during which the other two were chatting about some stuff, he took out something that looked like a ball with two strings on both sides of it. He forced Mike to open his mouth up and put the ball inside. Then he tied the strings together behind his head.

“Good job John! Now there ain’t gonna be no chitchatting! Ha ha!”

“But now back to business, we need to get him ready.”

They started stripping him. Dan took off his shoes, then socks. The bald man ripped his t-shirt off and John was taking care of his trousers, which he was cutting with sharp scissors. All Mike could do was babble and thrash on the sides. In a couple of seconds, all he had on were his pants. John took out a camera and started taking pictures, Dan took out a big dildo from the bag and the bald man started getting undressed.

“Yeah my boy. You suck my dick and I fuck you soon.”

He then, with one tug, tore Mike’s pants. Now he was wearing nothing but the handcuffs and the gag. Dan put some lube on the dildo and shoved it into his ass. Meanwhile the oldest man set him free from the gag and put his big dick into Mike’s mouth, which was easy because Mike was screaming to take the dildo out of him.

“Yeeeah. Take that 9 inches dildo. How’s his mouth doing?”

“Great! He was born to do it.”

Mike just recalled that John was still talking pictures. He felt so embarrassed. He was butt-naked and fucked in his ass and mouth. He wasn’t gay. He’s always been into chicks, not guys. He wanted to fuck women and cum inside then not the other way around. While he was thinking about, it his dick exploded. Which surprisingly felt great. Dan smeared all of the cum all over Mike’s chest.

“Haha it’s all on camera. Can’t wait for everyone to see it.”

Mike should’ve cared about it, but he didn’t. He had never had such an orgasm before. It felt weird, but good weird.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen a virgin cumming without their dick being touched”

“I guess he liked your cock in the mouth and the dildo so much. Didn’t you?”

He just looked at them. They knew he wanted more and they gave him more. They were exchanging all the time. One was fucking, the other one was filming and the third Mike was giving a blowjob. They were humping him with no condoms and cumming on both his body and his insides. After everyone had fucked him five times, they let go of him. They started getting dressed and Mike was just lying there on the bed. Almost unconscious and all dirty in sperm. It was basically all over his body and some of it was spilling out of his boy pussy. 

“We had a great time, didn’t we?”

“Sure we did! Go take a shower and we’ll bring you some food later on.”

And they walked out of the room. He took a shower and laid himself on the bed. All he could put on himself was a blanket for they took all of his clothes away or rather the remains of what was not shred. He was surprised that they hadn’t chained him or anything to make sure he wouldn’t escape, but then he realised he had changed. He was no longer a man, he was a whore you pay to have sex with but still he felt good about it. It was now his home he would live in forever. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and walked into the hallway. Smile appeared on his face as he saw 10 men waiting in a queue to his room.

“C’mon in guys I’m craving for some sweet cream.”

Meanwhile on the upper storey there was the bald man, John and Dan. They were waiting for their boss to relate to her how it went with Mike.

“Come on in!”

“Evening! He good and he our slave now.”

“Wonderful! Now he’s our toy. We’re gonna cash in on him, I know that.”

“For sure!”

“You can go now and by the way you can call me Emma”

After a year Mike has literally become a toy which everyone who paid could play with. He has to shave his body every day and he had to grow his hair so men could pull it. His nipples were pierced and he constantly wears a chastity belt because he is here for other men’s pleasure, not his. Although he can’t stroke his cock, he sometimes cums thanks to his fuckers. He is only allowed to take it off for a minute when he has a shower to wash his unnecessary dick, but he’s watched and if he spends even a second longer than allowed he’s beaten with a belt. He’s no longer a person, he’s a hotel toy now. And he likes it.

I am Freddy, a bottom bitch. I have had  thing for cowboy boots since I was kid.   I loved wearing my pair with jeans and sometimes shorts.  I would dream of having several pairs in my closet.  One of my friends in high school looked good in jeans and cowboy boots. Would jerk off thinking of him in his jeans and boots. I have been attracted in men wearing tight jeans and cowboy boots.

One of my fantasies now is being fucked by a gorgeous guy wearing beautiful cowboy boots.  I go online looking for a cowboy.   Luckily, Jay responds to my search and we decide to meet at a local bar.   I go wearing a white tee, tight faded jeans tucked into white cowboy boots. My boots have 2and1/2 heels.   I feel so good in heels and love how walking in them shows off my ass.  Am also wearing my pearl necklace and several beaded bracelets in different colors. Jay is 6 foot, with black hair and dark eyes.  He is well built, wearing jeans and gorgeous shiny brown cowboy boots.

“Love your boots, bro.  You keep them in great shape.”

“I have several pair, but these are one of my favorites.  I enjoy polishing them.”

While drinking beer, we talk a about clothes and boots.  We focus on cowboy boots and where we like to buy them.   Just talking about them can make me hard.  We decide to head to Jay’s place.

When we get there we start kissing.  Jay sticks his tongue deep in my mouth.

“I want to lick your gorgeous boots, bro”

I go down on them, holding the shafts and licking and kissing the vamps and. toes.  I suck on one of the toes like it was a cock.

“Fuck man, you are real bootlicker.  Make my boots shine, you bitch.”

Jay rubs my brown curly hair as I do his gorgeous boots.  After licking them I take off my tee and use it to rub the boots and make them shine.

“You are such a pretty boy in your jeans and white boots, bitch.  I am going to love fucking you. Do my dick now, my pretty cocksucker”

We take our clothes off except for our boots.

I start to lick and kiss, Jay’s beautiful 7inches which is hard now.  I play with his balls. 
I take the head in my mouth and start of suck it.  I love the taste of cock so much.    I take more of his dick in my mouth. Jay starts to moan. 

“That’s it, faggot.  Do me”.

I am stroking his boots as I suck his cock. Oh fuck, this is what I want.  The leather feels so smooth as I suck his cock.

“I want your pretty ass now, bitch boy”

I get on my hands and knees.  Jay slaps my ass a few times.

“Love your pretty ass, boy”

Jay starts licking and kissing it and plays with my hole with his finger.  I feel his finger enter me and he moves it in and out.   He sticks it in my mouth.

“Suck my finger enjoy that taste of your pussy and ass juices, fag boy”

I can’t wait to suck it and lick his finger and enjoy the taste of my pussy.

Jay starts rimming now, licking the edges of hole and then sticking his tongue in and tongue fucking me.   I start to moan and feel my pussy getting wet.  I want Jay’s cock now inside me filling me up.

“Fuck me now,  I want you inside of me, bro”

“Sure bitch, here it comes”

I feel his cock enter me and start to fill me up with his hardness.  He starts slowly but gradually increases the rhythm.

“You like it, bitch boy”

“Yeah, don’t stop.  Fuck me hard.  I want it so much.”

After fucking for a while, he pulls his cock out.  It is wet and shiny now.

“Suck my cock, and stroke my boots, faggot”

I eagerly oblige.   

“On your back now, pretty boy”

I lie back with my legs over my head and boots almost touching the ground behind me.

Jay rims me and the enters me again.  My legs are straight up now and Jay is holding my boots as he pounds my hole.   He licks the heel of one of my boots.

“I love your pretty white boots and your heels, you bitch”

“Oh yeah, Jay lick my fuckin heels”

Feeling Jay deep inside me and seeing him doing my high heels I cum OHHHHHHHHHH

Jay pulls out his cock and drops a load on my hole.    He goes down on my hole and licks his cum and then kisses me.  We both enjoy the warmth and taste of his cum on our lips. 

We lay there a while till I start to stroke Jay’s dick. 

“Jay, I want you to fuck my hole with your gorgeous boots”

“Sure bitch, sounds good.”

I lick the toe of his boot so it is wet.  My hole still has cum on it so Jay can slide the toe of his boot into my hole.  I want his boot so much in me.  Another advantage of cowboy boots is the narrow toe that is like a dildo.

“Yeah. Fuck me with your boot, Jay.  I want the fuckin boot in my hole”

Jay is holding my boots as he fucks me with his boot. 

Jay leans towards me and cums on my face.  He takes his boot out of my hole.

“Cum on my boots, bitch”

I stroke my cock until I drop my load on his beautiful boots.

“Now shine my boots with your cum”

I lick them and take my tee and start to rub and shine these beautiful boots.  I kiss them and show my love for them. 

“Fuck that was good, pretty boy. Love the way you do my boots. Let’s do this again and I will wear another pair of boots for you to do.

“Can’t wait to do another pair of your cowboy boots, Jay, and have you fuck me in them.”

I was still basking in the glow of an incredible orgasm. I lay naked on the chase lounge in my backyard by the pool. I had seduced my friend and neighbor from next door and that satisfied hum in my loins still radiated through me as I kept recalling how I convinced my friend that cock is much better than pussy.

I knew myself to be a top, but this day would teach me that was not the case. I was a top because I was young and sexually aggressive enough to take the dominant role in all my gay trysts. My reverie was interrupted by a voice calling from the wall separating my property from my neighbor’s.

“Can I come over and talk to you for a minute?” The question came from the older brother of the friend I had just intimately introduced to my cock. I jumped for the nearby towel to cover myself and stood there wrapping it around my waist.

“What do you want?” I asked as I secured the towel in place.

“I just spoke to my brother,” he prefaced. “I want to talk about what just happened between you.”

I was relieved that the guy didn’t sound mad. He was a few years older than me and always struck me as a homophobic jock I should avoid. His younger brother, however, was fairly effeminate, skinny, long hair, and had a surprisingly big cock when erect. So it was not a shock that he let me fuck him.

I was still deciding how to answer when he vaulted over the wall landing with a thud. I almost panicked but he walked over to me with a calm expression. The closer he got, the more I noticed he was hard beneath his t-shirt and shorts. I was obviously still staring at his manhood when he stood in front of me, grabbed my shoulders and guided me back down to a sitting position on the chase lounge.  The towel dropped away exposing my naked body.

I was not confused for long because the next instant he had pulled off his shorts and I was impressed with the swinging dick dancing right in front of my face.  Without a word he placed his hands behind my head and pulled me toward his rock hard shaft. I opened my mouth as much in self-defense as I did out of lust.  The guy proceeded to skull fuck me not caring if anyone was home at my house.  His loud gasps and lustful grunts told me he didn’t care who saw or heard us going at it.

I thought he was about to cum, but he changed tactics. I suddenly felt him bend his knees enough to reach down between my legs. I didn’t stop sucking his cock until I felt his hand moving lower. At first, I thought he was going to stroke me while I sucked him off. Then he reached below my balls and deftly inserted a finger inside me.

This was new for me and I gagged a bit as I reacted to his playful finger. He responded by inserting a second one. I dropped my left hand down to my cock and started stroking, but that wasn’t what my new sex partner had in mind.

Suddenly, his cock withdrew as I fell back onto the chase lounge. He had pulled my legs toward him and I lost my balance. I couldn’t believe what he did next. He pulled up on my knees and positioned himself closer to my crotch. The next second I lost my anal virginity. His shaft slid into me without warning and it hurt like hell. He kept a tight hold on my legs and started pumping me for all he was worth.

At first I was horrified because it felt like our gay tryst had turned into a rape. But I shamelessly admitted to myself that I had never felt so sexually alive in my life.  This guy was hard as a rock, and he was getting his freak on inside of me. I always loved making my partners cum, but this rough sex was reaching both of us at a primal level I didn’t know I had.

By this time I had stretched out enough to enjoy his gyrations, and my pain filled shrieks turned to lustful grunts as I encouraged him by yelling, “Fuck me you stud!  Fuck me harder. Fuck the top right out of me. God this is awesome! I’m a friggin bottom for the right guy.”

This excited him all the more and I could tell he was on the edge. I knew I wouldn’t be walking right for a week, but I still wanted more.

“That’s it you fucking stallion. Keep giving me the dick, balls deep, just like that!  God, I think I’m going to cum like this!”

My gay lover had had enough. He moved his hands to my hips and manhandled me back and forth letting me know who was boss. A prostate orgasm built up in my loins and I began to spray cum everywhere between us as he let loose inside of me. The next moment, he collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock slip down between my legs.  I couldn’t believe how sexy it felt to have his cum drip slowly out of my ass. He started kissing my neck and I looked up to see his little brother was peering at us over the wall. That was when he noticed him too.

There was no pillow talk because he jumped up and started calling to his brother.  My friend immediately ducked out of sight. Until that moment, I could guess my friend didn’t know his older jock of a brother liked fucking guys. I lay there watching him jump back over the wall wondering when he’d be back, because I was sure he’d be back!

TRUE STORY TOLD BY ERIC

Over the past several weeks I have shared my true stories during my high school days, four years of undergraduate studies and graduate school. As I have already shared with you how Stan and I became fuck buddies and roommates during our undergraduate days as well as my days in high school and graduate school with other fuck buddies this will be my last in this series of true stories finishing with my hot lover Stan and I fucking on his parents yacht in Florida.

Stan invited me to come to Florida to meet his parent’s at the beginning of the summer break. I agreed to spend two weeks before returning home for my summer job. Wow he had such neat parents they treated me as if I was a member of the family. They totally accepted that Stan and I were gay and in a relationship. They had a beautiful home wire. swimming pool and a large yacht–so very wealthy but Stan had not been spoiled.

One evening Stan’s Dad over dinner told us that he and his wife were going to New York City for a few days to see theater productions on Broadway and suggested that Stan and I spend some time on the yacht and that he had instructed his captain to be there to drive the yacht around the area for us to see the coastal areas. 

The morning we were scheduled to go to the yacht, horny Stan with a mischief grin suggested we douche our asses as he wanted to fuck me raw in the open air on the yacht. I became rock hard with lust and did as he suggested. 

We met the captain, John a man around 40 years of age and in very good shape. I did learn he was gay and had a partner so we did not have to be very private about what we did as he stayed away from us as he drove the yacht around the area and bays.

We had a nice brunch on the yacht around 10 AM and then I told Stan I wanted to get some sun as I lowered a beach chair, put on my sun glasses, put on ear phones to listen to music and begin to sun myself wearing only a pair of gym shorts. There was a large umbrella protecting me from the direct sun. Stan went off to talk with the captain about where he wanted the Captain to take the yacht. 

After some time, I was really into the music with my eyes closed breathing the fresh air when suddenly I felt a hand begin to run up my inner thigh as it slowly ran up until it went under my shorts and landed on my warm balls, hoy fuck it felt so incredible. I did not move enjoying the feeling. Then that warm hand took hold of my growing cock causing me to begin leaking precum. “OH FUCK YEA THAT IS YOU STAN, YOU HORNY, HORNY, HORNY DUDE. YOU WANT TO FUCK ME, DON’T YOU.”

I am a true bottom and love to take a gorgeous cock deep inside me from my partner.

I opened my eyes and took off my sun glasses and there was Dustan looking directly into my eyes with the most seductive eyes and smile. “Yes Eric I want to fuck you out here in the open skies, you are so fucking hot in only those shorts. Man I am so horny for you right now. Man that blond body and sexy face has me so hot for you.

As I laid own my back with my spread legs exposing my crotch and now rock hard pulsating leaking cock, Stan with a huge bulge in his shorts plunked his sexy body down on top of me and we begin to hump as our cocks touched causing us to moan and fast breathing. Shit in a few seconds both our shorts were wet with that spewing precum. The lust was taking over as we continued to hump feeling those diamond hard cocks beating against each other. I had never been more turned on out side. on this yacht where other boats might see us.

Over come with animal lust, Stan gets up and takes off his cum stained shorts and places them over my nose and mouth driving me wild with desire for Stan to take charge and use me in any way he wished.

As he pushed those cum smelling shorts hard into my face, he went down and took off my shorts and put my cum wet shorts up to his mouth and sucked on them. This was beyond any ecstasy we had ever experienced.

It was obvious Stan was in control that made me even more excited. He reached down and begin to run his tongue deep into my throat as we went wild French kissing for the longest time as our naked bodies made contact with our cocks throbbing and those cock heads shinny with precum. It was not long before Stan put me down on the deck floor as we moved into a 69. We begin a wild long sucking each other’s cock and also licking, tonguing and sucking on each other’s cum filled balls. Then we begin to suck and eat our buddies man clean pussy as we moaned and whimpered with pure animal desires. Stan also begin to ram two fingers deep in my ass, locate my prostate and play with that G-Spot driving me to the point of put lust for his cock. It was a trick he used often to make me lust fire his cock deep in my ass.

After a long time of sucking cock and eating ass, we stopped and Stan said now I want to fuck that pussy raw and yes dump my load deep in that amazing hot puckering ass that belongs to me. Over the past year Stan had fucked me so many times as I loved his huge cock deep inside me, wow he was an amazing fucker. 

I got on all fours and pushed my ass back to Stan’s big pulsating cock as I felt his hands on my hips and the head of his cock running up and down my puckering ass driving me crazy for that dong inside me. Stan almost always used his cock to drive me wild playing with his cock on my ass before plunging deep in me, a happy bottom.

Then I felt his cock head push open my sphincter and drive balls deep in me. He used that experienced cock to run around my ass, into my ass walls, hard into my prostate and deep into my ass tunnel. As usual, I felt that cock shaft beating hard and the warm hot blood filled cock deep in me. He fucked me harder and harder pulling that cock part way out and then deep inside over and over.  He fucked me for some ten minutes before he pulled out leaving my ass feeling so empty. But that was not for long as he had me get up in the lawn chair on my back, spread my legs wide and he lowered that massive cock and drove it back deep inside my ass. As he plunged that eager cock deep in my ass, he took my diamond hard cock in his hand and begin to wildly jerk me off as we fucked.

It was not long until I felt his cock head swell deep in my ass and I too felt my cum gather in my balls and we instantly came at the same time. I shot a huge load up my body as Stan emptied yet another big load in my pussy. When we were spent, Stan lowered his mouth and licked my cum off my body and fed it to me. I took my fingers down and as his cum ran out of my ass I gathered up his cum and he licked it off my fingers as we then kissed. MMMMM his cum is so sweet.

Stan and I had four wonderful years together as fuck buddies and best friends.

This ends the true stories I wanted to share with all of you although there is much more I could share.

Postscript

Let me end by sharing some of the many examples of a number of really hot horny guys over the years that have come on to me and in some cases actually propositioned me that I was tempted to say yes but said NO. These started in high school and have continued until today.

1. A high school buddy took his hand and ran it across my crotch and cock while giving me a seductive smile.

2. As we were in a biology class seated at a long lab table, a really cute hot high school senior took out his rock hard very big beautiful cock under the table and begin to play with it as he smiled at me while the instructor was giving a lecture.

3. I was walking from the class room building to my dorm on the college campus when an incredible hot jock in a hot sports car offered me a ride but I said no. I found out he had done that to  another guy and took him to his place and they fucked. 

4. This young guy who looked like a movie star approached me and begin to ask what if we were the only two people on a stranded island would we fuck? He and I needed to pee so we went to the restroom and as we stood next to each other at the urnals  when he finished peeing he took hold of his growing cock and winked at me– I left.

5. Sexy hot wrestler visited my place one evening after we had worked out together and as he sat on my sofa he came on to me by saying the best  way for two people to communicate is by having  sex. I did not take the hint but I really wanted to–I still hear from him occasionally.

6. One evening I had dinner and saw a movie at a local theater with this really hot former college student that I had met while he was in college. His girlfriend was out of town for a couple of days so I invited him over to my place for a drink  and while seated on the sofa he just blurted out that he had never been more turned on than at that moment with me–man was he ever sexy and horny as hell–but I did not take the bait.

7. One night this Italian hot former college student was home on leave from the Army that I knew and he invited me to dinner. After dinner, he asked me if he could come over to my place to change into some more comfortable clothes. He got undressed and asked to use my bathtub with jets and as he was in the tub he asked me to give him a towel, he began to masturbate with the most gorgeous big cock but again I resisted the temptation.

These are a just a few of the many times I was so tempted when some hot guy came on to me  but I did not want to become a gay slut. I preferred a true partner even if later we would go our separate ways I have shared in these true stories. I do admit I have loved the attention and the come ons. I have never thought of myself as some hot dude but guys seem to find me attractive I guess. 

I have learned that in the male species  especially there are lots of horny guys that are straight, bi-sexual or gay who seem to desire male sex at certain times especially when horny at that moment and want to check one out for the possibility of a one night stand. I assume many of you guys have had that experience.  

Thanks for reading these true stories and your generous comments and scores!!!! Peace to you.

This story is a sequel to “Dad’s New Life.”

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We were just playing video games, enjoying the Sunday afternoon hanging out in my brother Connor’s room in the SigEp house. Connor was even beating me, but I could tell he was in a pissy mood. And I had a good idea what was bugging him.

“I’m gonna hit up Daddy Mike later,” I said, addressing the elephant in the room.

I heard my big brother’s deep sigh. “Dude, you gonna spend your whole fucking weekend with that guy?”

I paused the game. I got along great with Connor normally, but things had been building up all weekend. “Bro, what the fuck?! You want me to go to some stupid art museum with you or something, I’ll do it. Otherwise, yeah I’m gonna go get laid.” It was a dumb outburst and more than a little ungrateful, because Connor was the one putting me up for the long weekend. I’d been clamoring for some time away from my tiny hometown and some independence from my parents. I should be grateful to my brother.

My brother let out an annoyed sigh. Not to sell myself short, but my older bro got the looks in the family. Dirty blond, green eyes, dimples that set off his smile. I had some of that but looked more like a regular jock, not a heartthrob movie star. Moments like this, when Connor got pissy, were the only times he lost his handsome attractiveness.

“You know Mike’s just a slut, right?” he said sharply.

I was getting annoyed now. “Yeah, fuck, I know,” I growled. “I don’t fucking care. At least he doesn’t treat me like a kid.”

“He’s too busy robbing the cradle,” my brother shot back. “Dude’s older than Dad.”

Jesus, this weekend should be about fun. And it was fun. Hanging out with my big brother, experiencing fraternity life, enjoying a real college party, and getting majorly laid. I’d gone over to Mike’s condo for a quickie session Saturday afternoon, and Connor didn’t say anything. But now that I was sharing morning texts with Daddy Mike and planning a repeat, his mood had turned. 

“You’ve done him, too,” I replied.

Connor was silent now. Maybe I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too. I’d either be an honorary bro for the weekend, the prefrosh, or I’d be listening to my dick. 

Sex with a man, an older man, was a new toy, and I was enjoying the hell out of it. It was almost addictive. Hell, no “almost” about it. Still, I didn’t want to relent on the prefrosh experience. Even if my brother had a date that night, it would be cool to hang out with the brothers, get high and watch dumb TV.

“I’m sorry, Connor,” I said. My voice more contrite. “I’ll hang out here at the house. I know you promised Mom and Dad you’d watch me.”

Now my brother seemed to change his attitude. He looked over at me with a look of sympathy, or understanding. “You into him, Jase?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, man,” I tried to explain. “I know it’s nothing real, but you know, after hiding myself through high school, it feels real nice to be with a man without any hang ups.”

Connor smirked. “My little bro getting a little crushed out?” Maybe the understanding was gone, replaced by the need to tease me.

“Crushed out on a fucking 51 year old,” I laughed. “So fucking stupid.”

Connor nudged my arm, letting me know it was OK. “How bout this, Jase? I have my date tonight. You can go over to Mike’s. Just be back by 10 or so.”

I normally hated when Connor would get bossy with me, like he was my fucking parent, but I knew he was responsible for me. This seemed like a good compromise. 

I probably had a dumb smile on my face when I picked up my phone to text Mike. We set up a time for me to come over.

And yeah, the man wrote some pretty lewd shit about how he was gonna take care of my dick.

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The rest of the day was normal. Connor took me to the university gym as a guest, and I had a good workout. When we got back, Connor got ready for his date – some sorority girl he met a couple weeks ago – and I realized I kind of was doing the same, showering and slicking my hair down with product. I had only casual lax-jock clothes, but I figured Daddy Mike wouldn’t mind. But fuck I wanted this to be a date, even if the guy was a man whore.

I did stop on the way and pick up some flowers, and Mike had a big grin when he opened the door to see me standing there with a fucking bouquet. 

“Great to see ya, kiddo,” he grinned, leaning in to give me a quick peck. I’d been scrolling through his social media and saw Daddy Mike used to have a mustache but now seemed to sport a continual stubble flecked with silver facial hair. And while he had a military-short buzz cut for a while, he was now growing out the salt-and-pepper hair in an almost professional-banker cut, which was slicked down with product.

“For me?” he said looking at the flowers. “That’s sweet buddy.” He took them and then showed me inside. 

I needn’t worry about dressing casual. Daddy Mike had on some sweatpants that clung to his meaty ass, as well as one of his faded Chicago Bears T-shirts. I knew he was freshly showered by his damp salt-and-pepper hair and the fresh cologne smell he had. 

“I like your cologne,” I said as I followed him into his open plan kitchen, where he rifled through the cabinets to pull out a vase for the flowers. 

Mike flashed me a grin and told me the brand. “You wouldn’t believe how many guys tell me it’s the one their fathers wore… it’s like fucking pheromones.”

When Mike had first dropped the dad-son idea with me, it kind of weirded me out, but in the course of two days I realized I was kind of getting into it. I still didn’t want to fuck my actual dad or anything. But I loved how the incest idea amplified the age difference between me and Mike, and yet somehow made an emotional connection out of pure, tawdry sex. 

Still, I had to ask. “Do a lot of guys you meet have Daddy issues?”

The guy placed the bouquet in the water, arranging it quickly in the vase. “Not all, but a lot do. It’s fun,” he said. 

Part of me was self conscious he’d try to figure out if I put myself in the Daddy Issues category, but he didn’t seem fazed either way. Instead, Mike stepped up to me. We were pretty matched in height. I had an inch or so on him, but he was of course bigger, beefier, and more muscular. His hands felt great on my waist as he pulled me gently toward him. “High school kid isn’t as shy now is he?” Mike teased.

I felt the warmth of his body and yeah, I was getting fully hard. “Nope,” I said, now taking the initiative to reach behind and dig my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats. Unsurprisingly Daddy Mike wasn’t wearing underwear and I felt the hard hairy brawn of his ass. Mike had a crazy big ass.

“Go right for the prize, buddy,” Mike grinned and leaned in for a kiss.

Fuck, this guy knew how to push my buttons. Nothing tentative about his kiss, Mike was eagerly sexual and yet knew how not to go full charge with the tongue. Instinctively, I knew he was waiting for me to take charge of the kiss, so I did. I groped this 51-year-old’s ass while we made out in the kitchen. 

“Fuck before dinner?” Mike finally asked in a growl. He’d offered to feed me take out pizza, but indeed sex seemed more appealing just then. I nodded.

And like that we were making our way to the bedroom. Mike peeled off that beat up T and tossed it into the corner. “Almost didn’t put on clothes today,” he smiled, and then I watched him pull his sweats down over his thick boner, showing off how hairy his crotch and legs were.

I was feeling overdressed, catching up in stripping off my clothes as Mike pulled the covers down on his bed and climbed on, his big muscled body making the mattress dip slightly. There was a big industrial sized pump container of lube next to the bed, along with a vial of what I knew to be poppers. But mostly my gaze was on this hot stud and the way his eyes seemed to me eat up. I may have been the fucker, but Mike was the hunter and I was his prey. I was A-OK with that.

“I bet you’re gonna go wild when you get back to your hometown, stud,” he said as he watched me push down my briefs, freeing my large hardon. 

“I wish,” I said. Maybe this is one thing that drew me to the man. How he encouraged me, let me think I could be balling any guy I wanted. My dick jerked hard at the idea.

“Trust me,” Mike hissed. “A dick like that… and that fucking body. You’re jacked as hell for 18.”

“Thanks,” I said. A conceited part of me knew I was a hot jock, and I certainly put in a LOT of work to build my body. But the no-nonsense complement was so different than the way buddies and I complimented each other.

I got on the bed and crawled on top of Mike’s reclined frame. He welcomed me and once again, we were making out. I don’t know how I learned bedroom technique, but I knew to take our time. I took charge of the kiss now and made it nice and slow, feeling up Mike’s body and humping him gently. He loved that, and I felt a wild satisfaction that I was being a skilled lover with a man this experienced. 

Daddy Mike had a goofy grin when I finally broke the kiss and leaned up to admire his handsome face. 

“What?” I asked, with a chuckle.

“I dunno,” the man said with almost a shyness. “I just… well, I’ve met my share of lacrosse jocks, and usually they don’t have the smooth moves like you.”

That made me hard as fuck. My dick twitched and leaked against his hardon. “Yeah?” I growled. 

Mike nodded. “They’re usually more hard charging in bed,” he said.

I thrust into him and gripped his chest with one hand while I held my upper body up with the other arm. “Oh, I can do hard charging,” I teased.

“I bet you fucking can, Pre Frosh.”

With a determined move, I kicked apart Mike’s legs with my own thighs. 

“Fuck YEAH!” Mike growled. 

I gave him the lustiest look I could before turning to reach over to pump out some lube. I thought of Connor’s taunt earlier, than Mike was a slut. He certainly had the bedroom set up like he took on many men, regularly. But as I slicked my cock up, I didn’t care. If I was getting a whore, I was getting one for free.

Mike was now doing some of the work pulling back his legs for me. 

I looked down. Here was a man almost three times my age, about 230 pounds of beef splayed out for me. I could see Mike’s hole. Crinkled, definitely used, a little gape to it. 

I wanted to eat it. I’d never rimmed of course, but I’d seen it plenty in porn and figured the guy could tell me if he didn’t want me to eat him out.

Only as I crouched down and nestled my nose in his crack, I heard a soft “hell yes, kiddo.” I stuck my tongue out. The whole didn’t taste of much, mostly a little of the soap Mike had used in his shower. I licked around the ring and decided I was into this, a LOT. His daddy hole was warm and inviting and practically sucked my tongue in. I pushed forward, prodding into his more tender membrane just inside. Pure clean male hole. I wondered what the dudes on the team would say if they saw me now. I used to be afraid and ashamed of being a homo, but now I wished they could watch. The wilder I went, the deeper Daddy Mike’s grunts got. This was hot, nasty sex. Men’s sex. 

I didn’t want to extend the foreplay too much the first time out, but I took my time. And when I pulled back I wiped my chin and looked up to see the sex-dazed expression on the man’s face. 

“Damn stud,” Mike said. “You know hot to eat a cunt.”

Everything about Daddy Mike’s lewdness was making me turned on to stuff I never would be. Like the c-word. 

“You got an incredible cunt, Daddy.” 

“It’s yours Pre-Frosh.”

I grinned and scooted into place. The fucks before had been quick ones. I mean, there was something special about losing my assfucking cherry to this man, but I already knew this mating session was going to be special. I lined up my slick rod to that slightly puffed, gaping hole and let it nestle in the indentation.

“I’m gonna be jock-fucked aren’t I?” Mike was definitely a talker. 

I tried to go along with the sex talk. “Well, you’re a slut… so yeah.”

I immediately regretted saying that once I did, though. 

Thankfully Mike just chuckled. “You like sluts, Jason?” He seemed to call me everything but my real name, so it came as a surprise. 

“Maybe,” I grinned, glad he wasn’t taking offense. Then, more assured. “Yeah.”

Mike kept some of his lusty smile but his eyes swept up and down my body. “18 and hung as fuck… goddamn.”

I pushed into him. The slut hole was not tight, but it did clamp down some as I entered him. It was exquisite, warm and wet. “I’m not the biggest you’ve taken, am I?”

He shook his head. “Let’s say top 5, kiddo. You’re really fucking big.” Then he added, “Your brother, too.”

That made my nostrils flare. Mike could tell my reaction immediately.

“You got the hots for your big brother?” he asked. That no-nonsense lewdness going straight to my balls.

“I dunno,” I answered truthfully. “Fuck!”

Mike reached up and touched whatever parts of my body he could reach in our position. “Would be so hot to be tag teamed by you two,” he growled.

Fuck, I wanted this. Wanted to nail this hot beefy daddy. I shoved my cock deeper in, slding into Daddy Mike’s depths.

“There ya go, Pre Frosh…. hit that fucking spot.”

“Your ass is amazing,” I said.

“Hold it stud,” Mike hissed, wincing some at my size. “Fuck you’re a big boy.” I watched that muscle bunch and flex as he twisted his body to pick up some poppers. I held still, buried deep inside him as he took one hit, then another on the other nostril, plus one more for good measure. He set the bottle aside then nodded. “OK, buddy, go for it.”

I started fucking him. I realized he didn’t have the warm up like the the other day in the frat house and our Saturday morning hook up had been all oral. 

We were making up for that now. I put more energy into my thrusts, getting into it, getting into the thrill of dominating this hot fucker. 

Mike was still in encouraging mode. “God you’re fucking huge…. fuck me man…. That spot is yours, kiddo. All yours. Yours and your brother’s.”

That made my nostrils flare. No poppers needed. 

“That turn you on, Jase?”

I nodded, afraid that if I answered aloud I’d cum. I didn’t stop my fuck but I slowed it just a litte, trying for slower deeper pumps. 

“You both got amazing dicks,” Mike teased, “But you’re a hotter dude.” He was holding on to my hips now, pulling me in with each pounding thrusts. It must have felt hard on his guts, but I was too into this, and Mike wasn’t asking me to stop or ease up. 

He watched intently now. His own prick was rock hard, but all of his attention and energy was focused on me. Looking up pleadingly as I railed him. “Hot firecracker of a top… just 18 too… fuck,” he hissed. 

I felt like the studliest guy in the world just then. 

“You getting ready to give me that load, kiddo?”

I nodded. “Yah. Fuck.” My hips had lost that determined hard pace and now were just going back to fast and furious.

“Get it Pre Frosh. Get it right in Daddy’s hole.”

That did it. “Shit!” I yelled. I was cumming, and the excited smile on Mike’s face made me cum even harder. My whole body spasmed and jerked over him as he watched me orgasm. I felt almost embarrassed at how out of control I’d gotten. Then proud. 

I finally smiled as my hips stopped and I caught my breath. “Can I get you off, Mike?” I asked. 

He shook his head. “Later. I’m hoping there’s a later,” he winked.

“Yeah, there’s a later,” I assured him. I told Connor I’d be back around 10, but there was still plenty of time. 

We both watched as I slowly pulled out. My dong was no longer erect, but it had a lot of hardness still as it cleared Mike’s ring and plopped out heavy and wet. 

“Hot,” he said. “You’re a better fuck than your brother too.”

I thought I’d be upset at the constant comparison to Connor, but I was actually eating it up. “Yeah? That’s cool,” I said.

“Ready for some food?” Mike asked as he slid his body out of bed. “You earned it, fella.”

I took up Mike’s offer for a shower while he ordered some pizza. When I dried off and stepped back out into the master bedroom naked, the man was dressed back in his sweats and Bears T-shirt. And he had a pair of football shorts in his hand.

“These should be your size, fella,” he grinned.

I’d worn jeans so something to lounge in was welcome. I had a feeling we’d be fooling around again soon. 

I took the offering and slipped them on. “You carry spare shorts for your dates?” I laughed. Not accusing, more amused.

He nodded. “You bet I do, stud. Lots of dudes want a Daddy Mike souvenir. They’re yours to take if you want ’em.”

I decided not to bother with a T-shirt. Mike was still chubbed in his sweats and his eyes were very approving as he sized up my younger build in the shorts. If the fuck hadn’t been enough, the ego boost was enough to make me very glad I’d come over.

The Bears game was already on the big screen TV, muted, though as we sat on the couch, Mike picked up the remote and turned up the volume. “Hope you don’t mind, Pre Frosh, but this is always part of Date Night on game day.” He leaned forward and pulled a tall can of beer toward him, opening the tab and nodding to a matching one in front of me. “You strike me as a beer dude…”

“Yeah,” I grinned, glad for the offering. After the hot sex it was the perfect thing. This wasn’t the watery shit they served in the SigEp house either. 

In a strange way this was a perfect date with another man. I placed my arm around Daddy Mike’s beefy shoulder and felt his warm body accept my embrace. I followed football and was a Bears fan, but Mike was a fanatic. Screaming, yelling at half the botched plays and the ref calls. Getting red in the face even. It was adorable. 

The pizza came, and we ate silently, watching the game, talking during the commercials. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was but I scarfed that shit down. Mike made a good dent in it, too. He got us another beer. We watched more football. The Bears took the lead. 

Maybe it was the proximity to this stud of a daddy. Or maybe it was just my natural recovery time doing its work. But I began boning up. 

Mike noticed and leaned into me, giving me a smirk. He pulled out his phone. 

“Selfie?” he asked. 

I got a deer in the headlights look. I thought of my parents finding out. Or my lacrosse buddies. “Fuck, man, I can’t,” I said. 

He smiled. “Don’t worry, Jase, buddy… no faces. Promise.”

I relented. I sure as hell hoped I could trust this guy. I thought of Connor’s own suspicion of Mike’s motives. “OK.”

He pulled the phone up to a classic selfie distance and snapped a pic. “This might just be for my personal collection,” he said. Then he reversed direction and aimed it at our crotches. Mine particularly.

“I just like showing off when I find a hot stud,” Mike said.

I’d scrolled through his Insta. The man was being understated now. There were a fuck ton of young dudes posing with Daddy Mike. But I felt proud to join the ranks. 

During the commercial he fiddled with his phone and then showed me his latest Twitter post. “Game day Date Night with Pre Frosh,” the caption read. And sure enough the pic was of my boned up crotch, my long thick ridge pushing up the material of those Bears football shorts. 

“Fuck,” I said. 

“I can delete it,” he offered.

“Fuck no,” I replied. 

The made him grin. “You shouldn’t hide a dick like that for sure. Top five,” he reminded me. “Midwestern boys are hard to beat.”

I basked in the compliment. My hardon wasn’t going away, but I enjoyed the feeling of being hard around this guy without the urgency of getting off just yet. I knew it would come.

We settled back into the game and pretty soon the second quarter was drawing to a close. Even before halftime came though, Mike pressed the screen of his phone, then handed it to me. It was recording video, I could see. “You’re the cameraman, kiddo,” Mike growled.

“For what?” I asked. 

“Guess,” he winked. And like that he got off the couch and got down in front of me. I spread my legs to give him room and then after a second of surprise aimed the phone to capture Daddy Mike looking up, lewdly pawing my crotch before pulling the elastic over my hard dong. I was long enough that my cock had been constrained diagonally in the shorts, but now it jerked up to a full standing position off my light treasure trail and abs. I knew I was hung, and Mike had been reminding me of that fact, but damn… watching myself on the phone camera, with Mike’s face leaning into lick me, I looked big. 

I recorded Daddy Mike slow teasing my prick then taking me into his talented mouth. You could even see the Bears game in the background as I started to get a blowjob. It was hard to hold the phone steady as Mike went further down on me, but I did my best. 

It was four minutes of glorious head. Thankfully our fuck earlier had taken the edge off and I could enjoy the silky wet sensations of his mouth and throat working me up and down as well as the thrill of seeing him struggle to deep throat me at one point. 

He finally pulled off and let my big cock slip out wet between his lips. “OK, kiddo…” he said. “You can turn it off.”

I nodded and Mike gingerly slipped my shorts back on, tucking my hard dong back into its diagonal position and patting my thigh before standing up. “Save the rest till later?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded enthusiastically. “That was hot,” I said.

“I’m glad fella,” he said looking down on me. “Gonna go piss…. need anything?”

I wondered if I should ask for another beer, but I was still working on the second and didn’t want to get too drunk. We had more sex ahead, and I really wanted to enjoy it to it’s fullest. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks.”

Halfway through the third quarter, I felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Connor.

“Hey Jase. Date was a fucking bust. Stay out as long as you like. Sorry I was an ass earlier.”

I smiled. Me and my brother could butt heads sometimes but we could also be tight as good buds, too. 

I looked over at Mike, who was engrossed in a challenged ref call. I thought of what he’d said earlier. It was a crazy idea, but deep down I knew it would be a blast if Connor went for it. 

“If you feel like coming over, I’m sure Mike could take care of you,” I typed.

“Ha, that’d be weird,” Connor wrote. The tough thing about text is you can’t always tell what someone is thinking.

“Maybe. But hot,” I typed. I realized now how invested I was in this fantasy of having a threesome with Connor. Even if we fucked Mike separately, I wanted to fuck on my big brother’s spunk again, like that first afternoon in the house.

“Jesus.” Connor typed. Then, “You sure, bro?”

“Yeah, C” I wrote. “Very sure.” I was boning as I typed. Maybe I was thinking with my dick, but I wanted to see this happen now.

I didn’t hear back from Connor, though. Not until the 4th quarter. 

“What’s the address?” he typed. 

I figured I should ask Mike to double check. “Hey,” I said. “We you serious about my brother?”

The man was very much in that “don’t bother me, I’m watching the game” mode, but I guess this question was an exception.

“Um yeah. Why do you ask, stud?”

I grinned, since I was the one with the big surprise to spring. “He’s wanting to come over. Not sure what he’s comfortable doing, though.”

Mike smiled. Up close I could see that salt-and-pepper in his stubble. “Just as long as he doesn’t mind sloppy seconds, kiddo… you let me pretty loaded up earlier.” 

And like that he was kissing me softly, lots of tongue, till he pulled it back and let me take charge of the kiss. 

I pulled back and texted my brother the address. I was boned as fuck now. I hope I hadn’t made a mistake, but Connor and I could figure it out later if it got too weird. 

My brother must have been hard up and his Uber made good time, because it wasn’t long before Mike’s buzzer rang. I watched the beefy daddy get up and go over to answer, then let my brother up.

I stayed on the couch, trying to keep my attention to the final moments of the game, but I heard the door open and Connor’s voice from the other room. “Hey,” he said, half laughing, half nervous. 

“Come in, bud,” came Mike’s deep voice. There was some whispering, then two of them walked in, Mike’s paws on Connor’s shoulders, half massaging the delts, half guiding him inside.

“Your brother here prefers it one-on-one… OK with you studly?” he winked.

I nodded, daring to catch Connor’s gaze. He now knew I was up for a threesome, and I felt exposed in my perverse desire. His eyes though were reassuring, telling me he wasn’t mad. Just uncomfortable with going all the way.

“Yeah, cool,” I said, passing it off. “Have fun, Connor.”

“Yeah,” my brother laughed. A little embarrassed. Maybe he felt weird to be angling in on his little bro’s fuck date. Or maybe he didn’t like me seeing that he wasn’t as 100 percent straight as he maybe considered himself. 

But Mike led him to the bedroom. Thank god he kept the door open. Maybe that was a gift to me, but Daddy Mike was a total exhibitionist, it didn’t surprise me. 

I heard more whispers, then Connor’s excited sex grunts. They were taking their time but pretty soon I heard fucking. Connor’s higher pitched groans and Mike’s booming voice. “Fuck me, guy! Punch my guts! Yeah… right fucking there buddy…. Make Daddy proud!”

Jesus. Maybe Mike did the Dad talk with all the guys he hooked up with, but the idea that Connor had incestuous fantasies about our Dad was pretty wild. 

I slipped down my shorts. I didn’t out right jerk off, but I slowly massaged my huge bone, feeling the sap of my precum wet down my length. 

I was so distracted I didn’t hear them stop. But Mike spoke to me, his naked furry body looking magnificent, his dick standing straight up and dripping. “Hey kiddo… your big bro says it’s Ok if you wanna join.” Not pressuring me but offering.

I let go of my cock instantly. I could have nutted the idea was so intense. “Yeah,” I answered and got up off the couch. I kicked off those Bears shorts and sauntered in, fully hard to join them. 

There was a camera set up on a tripod, and another angled from the side. Fuck. I found the idea didn’t bother me. Not if Connor was OK with it.

There was my big brother. Not as big as me body wise, but older and looking more collegiate. Handsome, cute, beautiful, I don’t even know the right word. He forced a smile but seemed genuinely turned on by seeing me walk in. “Damn, Jase,” he said. “You’re a fucking porn star…”

I was used to the Daddy Mike treatment, but the ego boost from my big brother was something else. “Literally…” I laughed, nodding to the cameras.

Mike got on the bed to join my brother. “No faces, like I said fellas. And I’ll let you approve before I post. But damn, a brother scene is special.”

I then watched as Daddy Mike leaned over and started sucking my brother’s lubed, throbbing cock. 

“Oh FUCK!” Connor hissed, keeping his eyes on me. Then, “Hope you don’t think less of me, bro.”

I got up on the bed, lying next to Connor. Not trying to spook him or anything, but I wanted to be close to him and get a good view of him getting head. “What do you think I’ve been doing all weekend?”

His eyes were going back from watching Mike suck him and back up to look at me. “Guess you really took to it, huh?”

I nodded. “Thanks for letting me, Connor,” I said. My head inched forward, and his inched toward me too.

We were kissing. Brother on brother kiss. I didn’t even know if Connor kissed guys. Maybe he didn’t. But he was kissing me now. Tongue and all. It was different than Mike’s kissing. Less sexual and maybe less romantic. But very skilled. 

My prick jerked wildly. I didn’t even know what the attraction to Connor was about, but I was very into the taboo of it.

Daddy Mike was sucking me now, pinching the base of my prick to keep me from cumming. Connor pulled back from our kiss to watch. 

“You have a huge dick, Jason,” he said. “Bigger than mine.”

“Not by a lot,” I said. “I love your cock, Connor.”

He grinned. And like that we were kissing again. And Daddy Mike went back to suck Connor. Then me. 

Then Mike pulled off. “Goddamn,” he hissed. “Two fucking brothers,” he growled.

I thought he’d go back to sucking Connor but instead he scrambled up and straddled my brother’s waist, reaching back to guide the big dong into place. 

“Fuck yeah!” Mike cried as Connor breached that slut hole again. By now both of us had opened up Mike’s hole for business and the man didn’t take long in being able to bounce up and down on a solid seven inches of Connor’s meat. Then further… down to the pubes. 

He looked over at me with an impish look on his face. “Wanna make Date Night complete, kiddo?” he asked.

I didn’t know what he meant, and it showed on my face.

I could tell Daddy Mike was enjoying the hell out of this. Being wantonly sexual with two younger men, but also running the show. He cocked his head some. “Get back behind me and join your big brother up there.”

I thought I’d cum, hands free. As it was my dick spurted out a healthy wad of milky precum. Maybe I wouldn’t last in my first DP, but I’d try this while the invitation stood.

I scrambled into place, feeling up Mike’s strong meaty back and seeing the slight love handles from his beefiness as he wiggled his ass some on Connor’s lap and then sat perfectly still. Waiting for me.

The entry was tough, but my cock was steel hard and very wet. I worked open the ring and after a half minute I was slipping inside him. Next to Connor.

“Jesus Christ!” my brother gasped. He could feel it, my prick sliding alongside his. It was tight, very tight wedged up inside Mike’s guts, and it got tighter the more I pushed in. 

“God fucking damn,” Mike hissed. A lot of discomfort along with a clear sexual excitement. I worried now, because I couldn’t see Mike’s face to know when it was too much for him.

“Connor…” I said. “Tell me if I need to slow down,” I said.

“Yeah,” I heard my brother reply. My hands were on Mike’s hips now, and I felt my brothers fingers touch over them. It was wild and hot. “Fuck him, Jase.”

I did. Slow, deep. It was becoming my signature move, only Mike was feeling with two O’Brien dongs inside him at once. Double dicked, brother fucked. 

The lewdness inspired me to give the best fuck I could. Fucking not only for Mike but for Connor too. I wanted my big bro know I was grown up for real. 

Remarkably, even though I was doing the thrusting, Connor was the one who came first. “Oh Christ,” he hissed loudly and I felt the slickness of my brother’s seed flood around my cock. It was hot and magnificent. In a fucked up way I loved my brother, and that realization had me shooting hard. All around Connor’s prick and really fill up Mike’s bowels.

The big man was now tensing in my grip and I gathered he was having his deep orgasm now. Delayed from earlier, Mike was now nutting super heavy. His body hot as I leaned into him and whispered in to his ear. “Go for it, Dad… come with your boys inside you…” He practically cooed when I said that. 

There was no small amount of awkwardness when we unpaired, but I didn’t give a fuck. I felt like a stud and a half and I wasn’t in the mood to feel apologetic or hesitant for enjoying that threesome. 

Mike went to wash off. It was crazy to see the confident sure bottom walk dazed and still out of it to the master bathroom. 

Connor seemed quiet, almost sulky, but I gave him a playful punch to the arm. “Come on, bro… it’s cool. We’re just having fun, OK?”

That seemed to calm him some and he flashed me a little smile. “OK, Jason…. but not a fucking word to anyone about this, OK?”

“Chill, dude,” I said. “Of course I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

We got dressed and pretty soon Mike was out, slipping on those sweat pants again. 

“Damn fellas… guess you should be careful what you ask for huh? You guys really worked over my ass, all right.”

Connor smirked. I probably did too.

“We should go,” my brother said. Looking over at me in his bossy big-bro mode. I think he thought I’d try to sleep over at Mike’s. 

“Well thanks for a fuck I’ll remember for a long time,” Mike said. Laid back as hell. I decided whoever I ended up with would need to be open about sex. Maybe not as open as Daddy Mike, but I preferred this to all the doubts I’d had over the last few years. It was a breath of fresh air.

Mike stepped up and gave Connor a soft kiss. My brother accepted it, to my surprise. Then Mike kissed me. “Enjoy the rest of your visit, Pre Frosh,” he whispered. “And hit me up. Anytime.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, my heart pounding a little. I was a little embarrassed now for Connor to see me crush out on a man who was clearly just in it for a lay. “Thanks, Mike.”

Connor and I were quiet on the Uber ride back to campus and the fraternity house. But when we settled into his room, he pulled out a bong and we got high. And he relaxed some. 

“So… you into older guys, Connor?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe not exclusively, but I’d love to date one… see what it’s like…. guess I have to wait for college though…. fuck!” The reality of my hometown was coming back to me. Parents. School. My team. 

Connor seemed concerned. “I got your back Jason. You know that, right?”

“Thanks, Connor,” I said. 

It was half the pot speaking, but my brother looked handsome as fuck just then. I hoped he found a good girlfriend, he was good looking enough to be choosy. 

Connor smirked. “Thanks for inviting me tonight… guess I really needed a good lay.”

“Glad you were cool with it,” I said. “Hope I didn’t fuck things up.”

He shook his head. “You’ve just surprised me this weekend, that’s all.” He took another toke, held it in and blew it out, all while keeping his eyes on me. “My fucking lacrosse jock brother,” he laughed.

I laughed too.

Note: This chapter picks up with Tommy and Jared from the end of chapter 4.

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>>> Jared

Kong Brothers. Break. Gape.

Those words rattled around in my head, sending shivers of fear and anticipation up and down my body. I had heard the awe in Sir’s voice, and could only imagine what endowments would impart that in him. I had already had dozens of black dicks in my holes today, surely I was ready for anything?

Gulp. I hope.

A few of the older frat brothers came in and helped me off of the bench. I tried to walk but my knees buckled quickly and they pretty much carried me back to the middle room. I saw a few more guys carrying Tommy as well. We stopped at the entry to find a dense crowd of semi-naked black frat guys with their backs to us, chanting “Chug! Chug!” I couldn’t see the center of their attention yet.

The crowd let out a whoop as whatever chugging was happening must have been successfully accomplished. I heard Sir shout above the noise “OK everyone, clear the space. The Brothers gonna give us a show. Split those white pussies open just like Moses and the Red Sea!” The crowd laughed and whooped in equal parts as they moved out of the way.

And all of a sudden, there they were, the Kong Brothers. I had no doubt they were them. I stared in rapture at the two men, each at least 6’-6” and solid muscle. The first was slightly taller, lighter-skinned, with a close cropped flat-top and lightning bolts shaved in above each ear. His arms were covered in intricate blue-black tattoo lines that curled up and across his shoulder blades. He was wearing only a pair of blue boxer shorts, loose fitting so I couldn’t tell how big he was down there. The second was dark skinned, stockier, with a shaved head and basketball shorts. They looked at Tommy and me and smiled wide. “Uumm, uumm, those are some fine looking white bitches there,” The bald one said, smacking his lips. “Hope you ‘all ain’t loosed them up too much now. I want to hear em squeal when they taking Kong dick!!” “Damn Right.” The tattooed Brother replied. “Don’t want no sloppy cunts DeShawn.”

Sir (Deshawn) just laughed. “Ain’t no man in here got a cock as thick as you two, JoJo. I made sure they have holes left to pound open. We all want to see you have your fun.”

Our carriers set us both down on a mattress that had appeared in the middle of the room, kneeling towards the brothers. I looked at Tommy’s face, covered in a fair bit of cum, and saw the fear mixed with lust in his eyes that I likely had in mine. I was kneeling in front of tattooed JoJo, staring up at his bulge and perfect black torso. The other brother planted himself in front of Tommy, tousled his hair, and gruffly said “You two ready to see the meat that’s going to make you beg for mercy?” I was frozen in fear, but I heard Tommy answer. “Yes Sir, please Sir. Show us your cocks.” I could almost hear the drool in his voice.

JoJo grabbed me by the hair, got up close as he wrenched my face sideways. “What about you, little pussy? Z’illa here just asked you a question. You think you too good to reply?”

“No Sir, Sorry Sir…” I stammered. “Yes, please show me cocks Sirs.”

“Pussy better learn his place quick!” JoJo fumed as he let go, pushing me back on my ass. I was even more turned on now, with this black god teaching me my place. I scrambled back to my knees, hands clasped behind my back like Tommy already was.

Z’illa took back over. “All right then. Feast yo eyes on these fucksticks!” With a practiced gesture, both men dropped their shorts to the floor. Their endowments did not disappoint. JoJo’s was easily 12” long, thin proportionally, but still meaty. Z’illa’s was huge! I was guessing at least 13” and thick as a table leg. “Fuck, no way!” was all I could manage besides whimpering. “Fuck Yeah!” Tommy replied.

>>> Tommy

Z’illa dropped his baggy shorts, revealing the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen. And the balls! Low hanging fruits the size of golf balls. I heard Jared whimper next to me, but I was enthralled. “Fuck Yeah!” I shouted and shot forward to worship the meat. I was inches away when I thought about my place. “Sir, can I suck your dick please?”

“That’s a proper pussyboi. Always make sure what the black alpha wishes from you. It ain’t about what you want, but what he want. You got that?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“Good boy. You want this, I can see.” He slapped the side of my face with the black log repeatedly as he spoke, playfully but aggressively. The shaft was as long as my head! I nuzzled it, tried to lick it, while he toyed with me by pulling it out of reach. “But you gotta earn it. Suck on those balls! I ain’t showered so you’ll get the full Kong musk!”

I greedily swallowed one of his large nuts, bathing it in saliva and tongue swirls. I was in heaven worshipping first one ball, then the other.

“Fuck yeah! Suck on them balls. I done heard you got mad skills with yo mouth. Show Z’illa what you can do!” He slapped my mouth with his cock rubbing the head against my lips. It was already leaking a little pre-cum, which I delicately rolled onto the tip of my tongue before licking the glans. Then I engulfed the big juicy head and my tongue became taffy as it swirled round and round. The black god above me let out a joyous set of sounds and cuddled my head with his massive hands. “Oh yeah, you def got skills! Mmmmmm. That feels so good. You was born to suck dick fo shur!”

I blushed at the praise, and swallowed more of the shaft. I had ventured about four inches down the meaty pole, continually using my tongue to pleasure it. Slowly I sank down the shaft more and more. Now that it was filling my mouth, I could really appreciate just how massive it was. I could feel the thick veins pulsing under my tongue. I tried to swallow all I could, doubting that even my skills were up to the task of this endless shaft stretching my lips apart. I could vaguely hear Jared struggling with JoJo’s long pole, but Z’illa’s meat was my world now. Even with a mouth full of cock, I could tell that many inches remained, but I was determined to prove I could get it all down, if only for a brief moment. As I had done in the rest stop restroom earlier… was that really just a few hours ago? It felt like a different life, a different person… Like then, I repositioned myself below the cock, between his legs, so that my mouth and throat were in alignment. I took a deep breath and then, stretching my lips as wide as possible, I ascending the shaft until my nose was buried in his pubes.

“No fucking way!”

“Holy shit! White boy hoovered up the entire thing!”

“Fuck, how in the hell is that fitting in there?”

“you can see the bulge in his throat!”

“Ain’t no bitch alive ever been able to take all of a Kong dick!”

The awed and surprised tone rippled through the comments of the onlooking crowd. I was a legend!

I bobbed up and down a few inches on the shaft, determined to hold it all as long as possible. When my brain demanded oxygen again, I slid back down the shaft, collapsing to floor gulping air. The crowd responded with clapping and cheers, amazed at my accomplishment.

I stared up Z’illa’s torso to his hovering face, gazing down at me with lust and desire. I saw him mouth the words “Again” and I just nodded. I took in as much air as I could, saturating my lungs, and the repositioned below him for the next ascent. But he knew the score now, so instead he lowered his shaft down my throat, bottomed out, and lifted back out. “Shit dat throat is tight!” Z’illa was in heaven as he used his knees to piston up and down, massaging his entire dick with my throat. He knew what I needed, and so alternated between full plunges, semi-drops, and occasionally pulling almost completely out to give me a chance to inhale more air. This went on for what felt like ages but I’m sure was just a few minutes, before he pulled out completely again and declared “Its time for the throat goat to get his reward!” More cheers.

I looked over to Jared, sucking away. He was managing to get an impressive amount of JoJo’s long cock down his throat, but I could still see 4-5 inches remained unsucked. I smiled knowing I was the king of throating big black cock. Not a trophy I could tell people about, LOL.

The Kong brothers were now ready to put on the main event, fucking us wide open. Jared and I were placed backs down on the mattress, the top of our heads touching briefly before a small cushion was placed between them. Our legs were hauled back over our heads and our ankles cuffed to each other’s ankles, so that the balance held our legs out of the way and made our ass-pussies exposed for the onslaught. Our hands were lifted and cuffed to our ankles, so that we were entirely unable to fight back (not that I wanted to).

Sir had two black pledges squat down and place bottles of what I now knew were poppers under out noses. My pledge held one nostril closed then the other, as I inhaled deeply. My head was spinning, but I focused on Z’illa, who was slapping his beefy pole into his hand like a nightstick, lubing it up as well. “Now we gonna see if that asspussy can take me balls deep just like yo mouth.”

“I know it can.” I replied with a hazy smile, just as started to feel the bulbous head begin to penetrate, slowly opening me up. I thought I was loose after all the black dick shoved inside when I was in the sling, but I might as well have been a virgin given how big this Kong dick was. I started to tense up a bit, grimaced as he slid more of his monster inside me. He tapped the pledges shoulder and I was freshly poppered again. I was floating along, but could still feel the insistent push of dick. Then, a new wave of pleasure crossed my mind as Z’illa’s cock slid past my prostrate.

“Damn, this pussy tight!” I heard JoJo exclaim from Jared’s end. “Mine too. Pussy grabbing my meat like a warm hug.” Z’illa chuckled. He sounded closer than before. I opened my eyes to see his face smiling back, maybe a foot away. He looked right into my eyes and said quietly “You ready?” I nodded.

He moved to a kneeling upright position and shouted “Time to go into beast mode!”

No longer slow and steady, Z’illa grabbed my ankles and started pistoning quickly into my asspussy. Faster and faster, with each stroke he plunged deeper inside. I could feel my chute being forced open, pain flowing like lightning bolts along my body. The pledge quickly poppered me up again, sending me into a haze of light-headed pleasure. The insistent plunger, a constant force just at the edge of thought, slowly crept back into my awareness, the solid black cock now fully inside me as Z’illa fucked me hard and fast.

“Fuuuuccccckkkk!!!!   Yeeeeesssssss!!!! Man this is good pussy,” Z’illa chanted, the phrases repeating in various combinations as he punished my hole. I was overcome by the experience, staring up into his face as he chanted, his eyes unfocussed as he reveled in the pleasure my ass imparted. It went on for a while, this intense reaming and creaming.

“Faster! Faster!” I heard the crowd shout. “Fill him up!” Z’illa obliged, fucking faster than I thought was possible for about 30 seconds or so. Then all of a sudden he let out a deep animalistic growl that blended howling with several curse words, and I could feel his hot spunk shooting inside me. I clenched my hole muscles as best I could to milk his shaft, but the black rod was a geyser, a firehose of cum. He pulled out and stood over me as it continued to spew his seed over my chest and face. “Open up, bitch!” He yelled as he lunged forward and down, his cock now a missile aimed at my mouth. I opened wide and found his last few streams of cum shooting across my nose and tongue.

I started to close and swallow, but he slapped my cheek and commanded “Not yet, bitch. Keep yo mouth open and showing my babies until I let you swallow.” I froze my mouth open as demanded.

“Good cracker. Now swallow!” I greedily ingested the protein in my mouth, then opened back up for more. He rubbed his pole across my face and neck gathering more cum, and then shoved several inches into my mouth. I suckled and sucked, cleaning the heady mixture of cum and ass from his shaft.

Finally he pulled out and stood up, towering above me, his ebony body glistening with sweat. Somebody handed him a large towel, and he dried himself as he moved off and out of my line of sight, his buddies chatting and congratulating him.

A calm washed over me as I took mental stock of my body. My arms ached a bit, and I could feel liquid spilling out of my asshole, probably Kong cum. I closed my eyes, willing the experience into my memory banks. I was still, as was Jared, cuffed to me. So intent on my fucking, I had had no neurons free to process what I am sure was an equally strong fucking right next to me. I whispered “Jared, you OK?” No reply. I waited a few moments, then asked again. This time, I heard a soft mumble from his direction, a general sound of assent.

>>> Jared

I heard Tommy vaguely, through the haze of the memories burning in my brain as I relived the last few minutes. I could barely feel my body, just wanted to sleep, but I managed to mumble a “yes” to him.

Sir (DeShawn) and a few brothers walked up, casting a shadow I felt across my face. I opened my eyes to see what now would happen.

“You two did good. Took the Kong’s like champs. I’m sure you need a rest after that.” They uncuffed our arms and legs, and essentially carried us down a hall somewhere, to a small room. Probably the one we first used to clean up in. They laid us down on the bed, and turned out the light. The only light was a small digital clock, showing 2:30 AM. Tommy softly caressed my shoulder, breathed out “We did it.” As I drifted off, I smiled, knowing that we had passed our initiation, and also found out something about ourselves. Tommy started to snore, a gentle rhythm that soon put me to sleep as well. The deep sleep of the exhausted cumdump.

Epilog

“Is it okay to say that I can’t believe it?”

Maddox patted him on the back on his way to pack the last few things. “Yep, Rusty, it’s totally fine. You’re going to get hitched to a swell guy.”

“Not that part, that I can believe,” Rusty replied and waved impatiently. “I mean this. College is over. We’re grownups or something.”

“Or something,” Maddox agreed as he used duct tape to secure one last cardboard box in place. It was full of books, and it had to weigh at least a ton.

Rusty offered to pitch in and grabbed the box from one side. “It’s like we’ve lived an entire life during these four years.”

“Yeah, I think it does feel like that. We went in as boys and came out as men,” Maddox said with a grin and a wink.

“Let’s not go overboard,” Rusty scolded his bestie. “It’s not like we’ve been to war.”

“I guess, for our generation, it does count as that. Plus, there was that thing with Connor. That was almost a full-fledged war. Talk about abdicating in disgrace.”

“Well, I guess that Xpress really did do a number on that guy,” Rusty admitted. “After that exposé, not even his staunchest supporters wanted anything to do with him.”

“That’s true,” Maddox said. “Although, I can’t help but wonder. How did Xpress get their hands on all those photos? Some were quite closeup shots. Connor must have never noticed, but it seems pretty weird.”

“There’s always the possibility that the photos were doctored, just as Connor screamed from the top of his lungs. I mean, if that’s the truth, I no longer feel all that good about winning.”

Maddox grunted as they moved the box down the stairs to take it to the car. “I’m actually glad someone pulled the rug out from under that douchebag. And looking back, I think it did him good, too.”

“Yeah, he’s a lot more humble now. No more Mr. Leader, it seems. Although you can tell he’s suffering that he no longer has cohorts praising his name.”

“Just for the record, Rusty, there’s no point in pitying the guy. He got what was coming to him. And whether the pictures were fakes or not, it looks like he was really an asshole two-timer. The girl in those pics threw a real fit, since she somehow heard about it. The guy seemed more laidback about the whole thing. He was never that crazy about Connor in the first place.”

Rusty narrowed his eyes. “Did you read all this in Xpress? ‘Cause that’s not exactly a reliable source of information.”

“No, that’s what I heard by listening to the latest gossip on campus. It looks like you haven’t paid attention lately.”

“Well, I’ve been busy,” Rusty said, and that was the whole truth. Between spending most of his time in Matty’s room, going to classes, and taking singing lessons, he’d had very little time to pay attention to such small details.

“And too happy to care about Connor’s whereabouts,” Maddox added for good measure. “So,” he said as he closed the trunk with a satisfied look on his face. “We’re really going to do this, right?”

“Of course,” Rusty said and could tell that the smile on his face was pulling at his muscles until it strained them. “It’s going to be weddings at the castle. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Rusty, it’s going to be your wedding, too. I hope you’re not going to get cold feet and then miss it.”

Rusty didn’t have time to reply because Matty rammed into him from behind, quickly wrapping his arms around him.

“He has his ball and chain, Maddox, don’t worry,” Matty said cheerfully. “After everything he’s put me through, I’m going to drag him to the altar… is there going to be an altar? Not exactly, since it’s not a church where we’re getting married.”

“I could ask Francine to have one built, especially for us,” Rusty said promptly.

“Don’t you dare,” Jonathan warned him, coming out of the house, as well. “You’re lucky I don’t get jealous, because it definitely feels like my mother has a favorite child and it’s not me.”

“Don’t get jealous, Johnny boy, just be unreasonable and spoiled like me. That will work wonders, for sure. Or consider me your evil twin.”

“Evil?” Jonathan asked.

“Twin?” Maddox asked at the same time as his fiancé, soon-to-be husband. “You look nothing like Jonathan, Rusty.”

“That’s because we’re not identical twins,” Rusty replied promptly. “Also, be thankful for that. You’re in no danger of wandering into the wrong room and getting the wrong spouse pregnant.”

Maddox rolled his eyes. “You wish you’d had that kind of pull. Matty, make sure our resident kinkster doesn’t wander off.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Matty said. “This one’s mine.”

Rusty leaned back into Matty’s embrace. “And we’re going to make it official.”

“See?” Matty looked over Rusty’s shoulder at Maddox. “He’s totally taken. But seriously, Jonathan, thank you so much for what your family is doing for us. My mom is over the moon already.”

“Yeah, and it’s crazy to have so many weddings taking place at the same time. Hopefully, no one gets left out,” Rusty said.

Francine had been thrilled to be in charge of organizing all their scheduled weddings at the same time at their estate. Besides Maddox and Jonathan, and Rusty and Matty, she had insisted that ‘all the children’ needed to celebrate all in one place at one time, provided that they didn’t have other plans. Therefore, Ray and Hanna, Kane and Louise, and not so surprisingly, Dex and Zoey, were all included.

“Hey,” he realized only that moment, “we’re like five weddings and no funeral.”

All of the available pairs of eyes turned to look at him, blinking and not understanding. He waved quickly.

“It’s an old movie, but it doesn’t matter. We have the lucky number with us.”

They no longer paid him any mind as they hurried to take their places inside the car. Maddox was driving, and Jonathan was riding with him in front. That left the backseat for Matty and him, which meant that he felt compelled to make at least a few jokes about it.

“Do you really care about the upholstery inside your vehicle, Maddie?” Rusty asked as he caressed the leather seat.

“Do you plan on doing something nasty?” the driver asked while kicking the engine into gear.

“You put me back here with Matty. You know I’m not the kind to keep my hands to myself.”

“Matty, make sure Rusty behaves,” Maddox called out to the voice of reason in their relationship.

“Will do,” Matty said brightly. “He’ll be an exemplary passenger, I promise.”

“We’re all counting on you.”

Rusty looked out the window on his side as they started rolling. To think that he was leaving this campus behind after having it for so long as the only place he had called home in his mind without telling everyone.

Matty squeezed his hand to get his attention. “Is everything fine?”

“Yeah,” Rusty said in a quiet voice. “Just a tad melancholic, which you know is not exactly my jam.”

If Maddox and Jonathan were listening in, they didn’t show it, caught up in a conversation of their own.

“We have the rest of our lives in front of us,” Matty said.

Rusty moved his eyes away from the window and back to his better half. “And I’m excited for it,” he admitted. “Because it’s going to be one life I’ll spend with you.”

Matty smiled happily and cuddled against his side, as Rusty took him by the shoulders. “Don’t worry. We’ll come back from time to time if only to remind people that Sunny Hill was once a kingdom.”

Rusty laughed. “There will be other kings, I guess.”

“Hmm, I’m sure that if we read Xpress, we’ll be up to date with the next coronation. Unless,” Matty said and frowned a smidge in thought. “Unless Xpress just graduated, as we did. What do you think?”

“That’s one possibility. I guess we’ll know if the thing gets discontinued, now that our generation is free to go out in the world and make a name for ourselves.”

“That might not be enough. There could be copycats,” Matty suggested.

“Yeah, that’s true. Well, I guess we’ll never know for sure, right?”

***

So, dear guys and gals, every love story must end with the famous words ‘and they lived happily ever after’… And then you know that all is right in the world. This story is no exception to the famous rule of romance, and yet.

You’re probably still wondering who I am. Am I an insider or an outsider? A professor with too much time on his or her hands, bored and bent on throwing a spanner in the works just for the fun of teaching young people that life’s not always fair? Or am I a student here at Sunny Hill, fascinated by living vicariously through other people’s ups and downs? Am I lurking in the shadows, or am I walking out in the open, with everyone else?

My work is a labor of love, I promise, regardless of what you might think of me. So, at times, I have been silly, I have been mean, I have been witty, I have even been surprising.

As far as famous last words go, I have a confession to make. In my doings, I have been driven in equal parts by my own selfish motives, as well as a desire to do good. I am well aware that you might feel pretty cross with me for uttering such an audacity. But it takes a nudge from the wrong direction sometimes, and even a bit of negativity to get the right thing done.

So long, I fare thee well, and maybe, who knows? We’ll meet again 😊

Yours truly,

Sunny Hill Xpress.

P.S. Did I forget something? Oh, yes.

And they lived happily ever after.

THE END

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Author’s note:

Yes, it is the end, I know 🙂

When Rusty’s story began,  I seriously thought it would be shorter than GGDDBB… but then, it grew so much on me that it overwhelmed me at times! The best part is that I did it! I brought this ship onto the shore, as that old song says… And the worst part is that it’s over, of course…

Thank you so much for being here with me. This is where Rusty & co. say goodbye, since college is over  (It does continue for a bit on my Patreon, but I can tell you that he continues to be happy, with Matty by his side)

The story is also available as paperback on Amazon! If you could leave a review, that would be great 🙂

And, with that said, the author takes a bow and thanks you all again from the bottom of her heart!

All the best,

Laura S. Fox.

The Story:

I was not long out of school at eighteen, and my girlfriend for the past few months was twenty, almost twenty-one.  I was athletically built from the school sporting program, and rather good-looking, most girls flirted with me at school, but I didn’t take the hint and finished school alone as a virgin.  Then you have my Tiffany, a girl every red-blooded dude with a cock would stare at if she walked by them.  She had reddish-blonde dreadlocks, a seductive smile, blue eyes, and reasonably sized breasts.  Tiffany also had secrets, that I was yet to find out about.  I thought I won the lottery when I first hooked up with her. 

There was a downside, to our relationship.  She knew I was timid, and if she told me to do something, I would do it.  Little did I know, she was patiently grooming me for something else.

What began with a whirlwind romance where we had sex at least every day or whenever we could.  In the beginning, we fucked like rabbits but then after three months, Tiffany started to feel stale.  It was around that time I’d started thinking I was a girl trapped in a man’s body, and questioning myself, was I like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, in a non-violent but sexual way?

It looked like it was over, between us.  Although I was straight by nature, I started to stroke my cock while watching bisexual, or tranny porn, in secret.  I also suspected that I wasn’t the only guy she was screwing, at the time.  Little did I know, she had a girlfriend tucked away elsewhere.

We both held secrets.

Once Tiffany suspected I knew or suspected her secret, she hunted my computer and found mine.  This is when she started to hatch her plan.  She used the opportunity to try and spice our life before I called her out. 

In the past, she had never denied the fact, that she plays the field and left it up to me if we were to continue.  So, after some research, she dropped the idea, aboutpegging.  She thought she’d spice up our love life, by pegging me with a strap-on.  My cock twitched at the thought.  I froze for a minute, as I thought about it.

 

“That’s gay, I’m not gay,” I then responded. 

At first, I was cold to the idea and in denial. 

“Yeah right, I’ve seen your secret of websites, you may not be gay, but you’ve fantasized about it,” She snapped at me with a smirk.  I didn’t know that she knew until she mentioned it,

We then debated it before I started to give it some thought.

“I’ve heard from my friends, that it feels amazing, just think about it before closing the door on it, pretty please,” she said compassionately.  I was still weighing up the pros and cons. 

“It’s not gay, it’s just what couples do in straight relationships and relieve guys of prostate pressure,” She sounded convincing.  I didn’t know why I was fighting against the idea when I was curious about it anyway.

“I will go shopping tomorrow and Friday night, we’ll then have some fun,” she said with a smile.  She seemed more into it than I was.

The next day after work, Tiff came over to my loft.  She was all smiles and quickly entered my open door.  We went upstairs to my bedroom, and she showed me what she bought.  I watched her struggle to unpack the plastic cover, my cock grew watching her.  Once she unpacked the strap-on, I was mortified once I saw the size and thickness of the item. 

She then left the item in my loft until Friday, which gave me time to inspect it.  After she left, I tried in vain to insert it in my ass, but it was too big, so I tossed it back in its bag.

When Friday came, and after Tiffany arrived, I stood there watching her attach the harness and then tease me with it.  I acted annoyed but deep down I was nervous.  She made me suck her fake cock, which I reluctantly did while sitting on the edge of my bed.

 

 

“Now, come over here and lie down,” she pointed.  I then lay down on my back, while she climbed on top of me.  Then we started kissing while wrestling each other’s clothes off.

After a few minutes of kissing, fondling, and teasing, she suddenly stopped and stood up.  By now we were both naked.  She then walks to the bathroom wearing her new toy.

 

“Now, turn over onto your stomach,” she commanded, while in the bathroom.  So, I rolled over onto my belly, I was grinning on the inside and soaking up her commands. 

When she returned, I felt her caressing up and down my inner legs before spreading them apart slightly and repositioning my legs off the edge of the bed.  She began kissing my ass before rubbing a cold liquid over my ass crack with her hands. 

Tiffany then jammed the bottle into my asshole’s entrance and squirted the liquid inside.  She gently rubbed it around my butt before slipping a finger or two inside, the sudden entry made me tense up.  The lube felt good sliding in with her fingers.  She slowly started finger fucking my ass with them, then a third finger, all in rhythm.  My ass was starting to feel a bit numb, but her fingering felt so good.  I let out the odd moan.

Watching someone on video performing and experiencing it, were two different things, from what I was experiencing now.  I realized then, they were actors, and the feeling I felt was something unworldly.  I was arching my back and pushing my ass into her fingers, wanting more.  By now I had a big hard-on hanging off the edge of my bed, and pre-cum was beginning to flow out freely.

I was moaning more and more.  It was then that Tiffany stopped and started rubbing lube onto her artificial cock.

When had finished, she slapped my ass cheek a few times.  Then she shoved my head down into the mattress while jerking her fake cock.

“Stay the fuck down, I am going to fuck you like a dog,” she said and started rubbing her fake cock up and down my ass crack.  Almost teasing me with what was coming.  Soon she was guiding her makeshift cock into my ass entrance.  It slid in easily enough to a point until it went fully inside.  It made me groan slightly in pain. 

The excitement had transformed into pain, as that fucking toy ended up splitting me open deep inside my ass.  My ass and lower back felt the torture, as her fake cock resided inside me.  She held it deep inside my ass for a good minute and a bit, while telling me to relax.

 

“Damn, you’re so tight,” she said, as I was still grimacing.  “We need to stretch that ass of yours before we start anything,” she said.  I said nothing, just absorbing the pain and grinding my teeth.

This wasn’t how the video actors reacted.  I was thinking about chickening out, and the temptation was there to call it off.

In time, while the dildo was jammed up my ass, I started to relax, and after around 20-30 seconds, the irony absorbed the pain.

“You want me to fuck you, now, or aren’t you man enough?” she said with tongue in cheek.  “You want to be fucked like a bitch and dream of sucking some cocks?” she kept going. 

All these insults kept coming from her lips, I hadn’t noticed that she had already started to slowly buck and grind into me.  Tiffany was slowly thrusting into me, as my ass had loosened up by now.  My cock twitched a bit as she made me moan out with pleasure.  She giggled at me. 

“Busted,” she smirked.  That was the green light for her to start fucking me harder with her dildo strap-on.  “You’re going to get your ass bred tonight, bitch,” she continued to fuck me and talk nasty.  My legs were now dangling from the edge of the bed, and I was losing myself in pleasure, as she fucked into me harder.

I had never felt so much pleasure in my life, I was moaning the whole time she fucked me.  After what felt like an eternity (maybe five minutes), she pulled out and ordered me to lay on my back.

From the tone of her voice, I quickly responded.  She lifted my legs up and onto her shoulders and raised my ass to meet the strap-on.  Then she slid it back inside, which felt glorious as it slid back in deep.  I moaned with pleasure.  My cock by now was limp but would jump around, every time she thrust inside me.

“I’m going make you turn into a gay faggot,” she said.

“I’ll make you into a cock hungry slut,” she announced as I moaned.

I thought to myself, there was no chance of that, it’s just a piece of rubber, sliding into me, that was getting me off.

“I’m going to make you dress in my clothes and feed you to some men I know,” she said, as I moaned and moaned.

Tiff gave me a good old pounding for another five minutes before I felt a build-up in my stomach and balls.  She kept thrusting into me and making me moan.  That feeling in my stomach was electrical, as my balls emptied and I cum all over my stomach. 

“Oh god, oh god,” I kept groaning out.  She slowed her ass fucking me and looked at the mess over my stomach and my cock still pulsing.  Then she rubbed the cum over my stomach while I watched her continue to grind slowly into my ass.

While she kept grinding into me, she leaned forward and fed me her cummy hand.  I instinctively licked it. 

When she had enough, she fell on top of me and then we kissed passionately before she went home.

The next day I felt so embarrassed, but she came over and wanted to have another go at me.  I ended up relenting and she fucked my ass again, and I blew my load again.  She then fed me my cum from her hands.

For one whole week, she fucked my ass with her fake cock.  I was enjoying it, maybe too much.

Then we went back to regular sex, and from the next, or so, we only pegged a couple of times a week after that.  Tiff still visited me in my loft pretty much daily and we’d fuck like rabbits again.  Pegging was now a bonus, which I was craving.

I was too young and naive to realize that she was grooming me.  Tiffany fucking my ass, went from a few times a week to a daily, until it was multiple times a day.  I was now hooked on getting my ass fucked by her. 

At first, I felt emasculated and embarrassed, I no longer felt that.  All I dreamed about all day was getting my ass slammed over and over, repeatedly.

The End, for now.

I was offered a dink by the man at the bar

Twenty five minutes later

I was sat in his car

With my cock in his mouth

And my balls in his fist

I knew what he wanted

The moment we kissed

He was about sixty two

With a wide sexy smile

I was just twenty one

Who liked men with some style

Distinguished and greying

He sucked my cock good

I was ready to shoot

But not sure that I should

He was feasting on cock

Licking all round my knob

Then took half my shaft

And slurped it in his gob

I was moaning my head off

I willed it to last

But he wriggled two fingers

Right inside my arse

My balls couldn’t take it

My spunk jetted out

He sucked even harder

And slurped it about

My cum just kept cumming

He sucked even more

He gobbled and sucked me

My knob was suck sore

He swallowed my batter

With ravenous greed

The man was cum hungry

And needed a feed

Drained and sperm empty

No juice in my sac

He said “I will fuck you

So get in the back”

I got in the back seat

My pants round my neck

To keep me from moving

And keep me in check

My hole was exposed

And was his to invade

I then saw his cock

And was scared to get laid

The man had a monster

A thick fucking prick

A huge throbbing knob

And a shaft pretty thick

I was told to relax

And I knew it would hurt

But I wanted his cock

And the spunk it would spurt

So I gritted my teeth

And he spat on my hole

Then he worked some saliva

The length of his pole

His hot knob felt lovely

My arsehole felt hot

The he shoved really hard

And I got the whole lot

Eight inches of cock

Throbbing deep in my bum

It felt so amazing

I thought I would cum

He fucked me with vigour

And cum hungry need

I held his bum cheeks

Waiting for his hot seed

His fucking was awesome

He knew how to shag

And satisfy the arsehole

Of one randy lad

His balls slapped my arse

As he fucked me so deep

My prostate was forcing

My pre cum to seep

He was pounding my hole

I was lusting his cum

Then he shot a ball load

Up my hot twitching bum

His cock was ejecting

His spunk with a groan

I clung to his back

And I started to moan

I’d spunked once already

But my cock shot some more

My clothing was splattered

My arse really sore

But the man was a legend

A fucker of class

So I said to him

“Man keep that cock in my arse!”