Dude, You Had My Cock In Your Mouth! Chapter 4
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Characters:
Bradley van der Meer
Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, light brown hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.
University Senior; President -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (ΠΚΕ); Starting QB -- University Football team
Jon Swenson
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, neck-length, light blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 10"; 160 lbs.
University Sophomore; Treasurer -- ΠΚΕ Social Cmte; High School Football QB & Baseball
Kevin Striklin
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, medium length, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 170 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member -- ΠΚΕ; High School Football & Wrestling
Taylor Harris
Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 185 lbs; Striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady
University Senior; Vice President -- ΠΚΕ; RB -- University Football team
Todd Dreyer
Caucasian; Age 21; Curly blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 175 lbs.
University Senior; Member -- ΠΚΕ; Rower -- University team
Colin Miller
African-American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.
University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball
Matt Jensen
Caucasian; Age 20; Short, white-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.
University Junior; Secretary -- ΠΚΕ; Wrestler -- University Wrestling team
Luke Jost
Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, brown hair; 6' 2"; Brown eyes; 170lbs.
University Senior; Treasurer -- ΠΚΕ; Football (Sidelined) University team
Ryan Cook
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, light auburn hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 160 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member -- Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE); High School Football & Baseball
Dylan d'Abaco
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 0"; 170 lbs.; Olive completion (Italian)
University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team
Chase James
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark blonde hair; Light gray-green eyes; 6' 1"; 175 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team; Boarding School Rugby
Mason Alexander
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, brown hair; Brown eyes; 5' 11"; 160 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member -- ΠΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball
Chris Flynn
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Gray eyes; 6' 1"; 165 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member -- ΠΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball
Tyler Harmon
Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.
High School Football (RB) & Baseball
Dave Lembi
Caucasian; Age 20; Straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.
High School Football & Baseball
Tyrese Lundsford
Biracial (Black/White); Age 22; Wide mohawk w/ long, tight, bouncy curls; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 225 lbs.
University Senior; Vice President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas); TE -- University Football team
Darnell Ramsey
African-American; Age 21; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 210 lbs.
University Senior; President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Deshawn Davis
African-American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.
University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Trevon Whiteley
African-American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 6"; 215 lbs.
University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Jonah Erickson
Caucasian; Age 18; Curly, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.
University Freshman; High School Basketball & Baseball
Officer Trey Douglas
African-American; Age 23; Short-fade, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs. Lives with one of his baby-mommas with whom he has one child and another on the way. Has another baby-momma with whom he has one child.
Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.
Officer Akihiro Takahashi
Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs. Married, with two children.
Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.
Officer Justin O'Hare
Irish-American descent; 23; Short, medium red hair; Pale blue eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs. Married to Kristi and expecting their first child.
Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.
Jeff Sorenson
Caucasian; 33; Slicked-back, blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Married, with a two-year old girl and a 5-year-old boy.
Attorney at the law firm representing the business interests of Kevin Striklin's father
Wade Johansen
Caucasian; 31; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs and a thick, 5" beard; Dark brown eyes; 6' 4"; 215 lbs.; Heavily muscled. Married and divorced three times, with (at least) five children (of which he's aware).
Convicted felon: Aggravated rape, Statutory rape, Armed robbery, Possession and sale of Class 2 and 3 drugs
Brendan Penner
Caucasian; 22; Straight, light-brown hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 200 lbs.
University Senior; WR -- University Football team
Trent Lockridge
Caucasian; 21; Blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 190 lbs.
University Junior; Backup QB -- University Football team
Zach Lembi
Caucasian; 18; Long, light-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs.
University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (ΠΚΕ); High School Football & Baseball; Younger brother of Dave Lembi (from Jon Swenson's hometown)
Logan Johansen
Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 3"; 200 lbs.; Heavily muscled.
University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (ΠΚΕ); Wrestler -- University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen
-- Chapter 4 --
or Why Jon Can't Find His Hymen
No sooner did Chris get Jon inside his room and dumped on his bed than he got out of his coat and began stripping off his clothes. He was so elated he began laughing! "Dude! I feel like I've won the fuckin' lottery!! Girls give you a-l-l this shit and want s-o-o-o much attention!! It drives me crazy, you know?? ...like, when all you want is some good head or some tight pussy? Hell, if I'd known you were a fag, I'd have been tappin' that hot ass last year!! You know, I'll tell you a secret... From the start, when we rushed, every f-u-c-k-i-n-g time I'd see that sweet ass of yours, I'd get S-O mother-fucking hard, dude! It's really had me worried! But now that I know you're pole-greaser, it explains everything! ...'cause it's, like, you're not even a real dude. It's a relief to me, anyway..."
Incredibly weak, his brain lost in the fog of drugs, Jon managed two words, "Not gay..."
Chris chuckled, sneering, "Yeah, yeah, w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r, dude... I don't know too many straight dudes who go around with cum in their hair and all over their shirts...not to mention whose mouth smells of cum! Fuck, it's even on both your ears! ...nasty, fuckin' dick-dog!" Jon closed his eyes, listening to Chris laughing at him. "And don't try saying you're bi or something. I don't buy that shit! You either like pussy or you don't, to my way of thinking. I can't imagine someone who likes eating pussy willingly sticking a big, ole cock in his mouth too." Noticing a photo of Jon and Tess on the bedside table, Chris stopped, half-naked, and lent over Jon, tapping his cheeks, "Hey! Hey! Wakie-wakie, bitch! So, does Tess know you're gay?? Is she just being your `front', so she doesn't have to deal with all us dudes wantin' in her box...like me? Dude, I'd s-o-o-o like to plough her field!" Chris couldn't stop laughing, he was just so fuckin' happy he'd be getting his dick wet `onna regular' now. "Or, hey, is she a carpet-muncher? Come on, you can tell me!"
Jon didn't open his eyes: he couldn't. It was hard to think under the influence of drugs, but over the past few minutes, select thoughts drifted through his mind. One thought that kept looping through his hazy mind questioned his belief that Saturday night was the worst day of his life, because today was right up there with it: sucking two ΠΚΕ cocks was pretty, fuckin' bad, but the bigger blow was having one of your best friends turn on you, doubting your sexuality, masculinity, and honesty. Chris, Kevin, Mason, and he all pledged together last year, and they'd developed a close bond of friendship and brotherhood as a result. `Sure', he thought, `Chris and Kevin are `hot' ...well, not _`hot'--_I mean, `good-looking'. His reverie was interrupted by more patting on his cheeks.
"Hey, I'm talking to you... Is she a carpet-muncher? ...'cause I'm cool with that scene! I wouldn't mind watching Tess and some other chick going at it. You think she'd let me watch?" Chris asked.
Again, Jon managed, "Not gay..."
"Oh..." Chris paused, then, "okay, then she's straight and fronting for you. Listen, think it over: hint to her what a cool dude I am--that I can keep a secret and all--and maybe she'd, like, think about getting together with me. Know what I mean? ...BUT still being your front and all. Great idea, right?! It's a win-win for everyone!" Jon closed his eyes again. "Well, think about it... A-n-d after today, you can tell her what a good lay I am, huh? Just one thing, though: do NOT fuckin' fall in love with me! Girls do it all the time, and it annoys the f-u-c-k out of me! Outside, we'll be cool--just buds; but i-n-s-i-d-e, you'll be the fuckin' cock-whore you are ...like a-l-l fags!" Chris chuckled--a sneer wiping across his very handsome face, "In here, you'll know your place. In here, you will fuckin' worship me ...like I'm fuckin' Christ or something, bitch. I've heard how nasty you queers get. My brother told me how fags let you fuck their face ...how they love being roughhoused and hate fucked. Well dude, now you're gonna find out why I get so many chicks! I'm gonna give you exactly what you need ...what you crave. And I'm gonna be stoppin' in here a lot more frequently! That's a promise, bro! We're gonna take our friendship to a whole, new level!"
He didn't need to open his eyes, to see the reason Chris Flynn was so popular with girls. He and Kevin had it all, starting with self-assuredness and charisma ...and, of course, their natural beauty. Chris was tall--6' 1". He was built--never missing a day at the gym. And there were those sparkling gray eyes ...and those fucking dimples. Being pure-blood Irish, it should be no surprise he had straight, dark auburn hair that he kept short on the sides but longer on top--with thick bangs he probably kept a little too long. His face was so boyish, if he weren't so tall and didn't have such broad shoulders and biceps, he might be mistaken for a high school kid.
Once again, he was woken from his reverie by Chris patting him on the face--a bit sharper than before. "Come on, now, girl! I want you awake for this. Besides, I don't know what van der Meer gave you." Chris lifted Jon up and wrestled his coat off.
Jon's deep blue eyes fluttered open, but he was even foggier than he was before. The last he'd eaten was a protein bar around 10 a.m. Brad had probably put too much GHB (and Viagra) in the soda for someone on virtually an empty stomach. Jon could see it was Chris and he reached up, rubbing his hand over one of his buddy's pecs. He wanted to remark how beautiful Chris' chest was, but his ability to find and formulate words had disappeared.
"Yeah, yeah, I know buddy, but let's get you out of these clothes first." When he got down to Jon's jeans--which he'd forced himself to wait for last--he was a little grossed-out, first, to see the blonde jock hadn't worn any briefs and, second, to see his bro's hard, 8" cock coming flying out at him. "Whoa, dude! No briefs? That's pretty randy for you, isn't it?" He didn't make any initial comments about Jon's cock. As pledges together, he'd seen it before, but it wasn't hard. Hard, it looked bigger than his own, which, in fact, it was only a half-inch longer--Chris' being a 7.5" beauty--but it was the girth that made it look bigger. Jon's beauty was almost 2" diameter at the head. It was straight and pale, having a perfect missile-shaped head. With Jon stretched-out on the bed, Chris pulled the jeans off from the feet. Finally, he commented, "Well, I see you're liking this, dude, but I'm not touching that cock. Just so you know."
Looking Jon over, the blonde jock was passing out. Chris sighed, muttering to know one in particular, he said, "I wanted a little mouth action, bro ...like that fuckin' Brad and Taylor got, goddamn it..." He hesitated--not trusting his self-control in combination with Jon's beautiful butt--but this was only for moment. Rolling Jon on his stomach, for a brief second, it felt like someone knocked the wind out of him. He stood speechless, staring. It was even better than he remembered. He reached over and ran his hand over the smooth, hard mounds--so perfectly plump and curved. "Holy Mother of God," he whispered. He groped one. It was so hard, yet the skin was so soft. Girls' asses didn't hold a candle to Jon's: they might look good, but when you felt them, they were squishy, having so much fat under the skin. Not these! Chris' cock--fully hard now--bounced in the air with excitement ...or was it Chris' heartbeat, which beat so fast, it felt it might burst out his chest. (Not to worry, though: not with those smooth muscles covering it.)
He wanted to see it...to study it...so he went to the foot of the bed and pulled Jon down so his butt was right at the foot. Chris--with his muscular thighs--felt weak-kneed and felt himself kneeling down. It felt sort of what he thought an out-of-body experience might feel like. With the height of the bed just above his belly button, he gazed down on the oh-so-perfect butt, and he saw his big hands each taking one of the glutes--feeling them, squeezing them. On the walk there, Chris had planned to get his cock sucked and fuck Jon's hot ass--nothing else. Anything else was queer. Something drifting into his brain through his nose was short-circuiting his thoughts, his processor. He felt an overwhelming desire--a need--to see the rosebud of his Nordic jock-buddy, and his hands pulled the hard, tight buttocks apart.
There it was--small, smooth, pale pink. There was no bad odor at all. In fact, Jon smelled nice. Chris let the buttocks close again but felt himself leaning down to kiss each magnificent glute. A peck turned into two...then more. Pecks turned into more romantic kisses...then laps of his tongue. Never would he have done this before this evening--not even with a girl. He wasn't able to think ...as he groped and parted the beautiful butt cheeks again. Never would he have put his mouth to what lay nestled there ...until he drew his long, thick tongue over Jon's sweet rosebud. Chris lapped over the little lips. He lapped at the gentle curves of Jon's butt. He lapped up the narrow valley ...moaning. Chris was in love with this cunt. He would marry it and have kids. He sucked at the hole. He dug his fingers nearer to it, pulling its tiny lips apart, sucking them. Lost in the confusion of Jon's sweet scent and taste, Chris momentarily forgot this was his frat bro--another jock-stud; this was pussy, his brain told him ...and such a beautiful pussy as he'd ever seen. He wanted more, so he drilled his tongue inside--between the pink lips of this rosebud, and had he not been so hypnotized or moaning so loudly, Chris might have recognized the sounds were not all his.
Jon didn't know what was happening or who was giving him such pleasure--pleasure causing his beautiful eyes to roll in his head as fireworks went off inside his brain--but his animal brain knew he didn't want it to end. Being positioned over the foot of the bed, the blonde jock spread his legs apart, trying to enable whatever was happening to happen more, as he moaned and clawed at the bedding.
Chris blindly continued eating Jon's sweet, cherry ass--his nose tucked between the two, big glutes, digging his long tongue inside as far as he could get it. It gave him great pleasure, worshiping this cunt. He wanted this pussy in his mouth: it filled a hunger within him. Yet, increasingly, another part of his body was demanding his attention. Throbbing, bouncing in the air, his cock wanted its turn, its release ...to the point it could no longer be ignored. Chris reluctantly pulled back, marveling at the pink star--drenched in his saliva, winking at him. Who'd have guessed his cool, jock, bro was a girl? Chris wondered. Now that he knew, however, he'd turn him into his personal whore. Brad and Taylor posed a problem, but he'd work that out later.
Right now, from its thick nest of dark auburn pubes, his hard cock oozed its addictive cream, and so he stood, surveying his bro. There was no mistaking Jon's body was anything but masculine and studly--with his hard muscles, broad shoulders, and slim waist--but Chris tried blocking these thoughts, knowing that fags were just females with genetic defects: his buddy was a bitch. Jon's arms, while muscular, had only a very fine covering of light blonde hair--so fine you almost had to study them to see the hair. While Jon's ass was smooth and hairless, Chris had to concede his bro's muscular legs and thighs were also masculine-looking, covered by that same light blonde hair as on his head. Again, he reminded himself he was doing them both a favor--giving Jon what he needed and getting his own rocks off at the same time. It truly was a win-win.
Jon moaned, trying to form words, as Chris walked around the bed, pulling him back up its length. "It's okay, bro. I'm gonna take care of you real good." Taking the beds two pillows, Chris climbed on the bed, straddling Jon's thighs, and lifted his buddy's slim hips to pull the pillows underneath from the right. However, when the handsome, dark auburn-haired stud reached underneath Jon's pelvis with his right arm, his hand and arm ran directly into his bro's big, hard cock, hanging down--its head covered in goo. "Oh, dude, you got your fuckin' cum on me? Really??" Jon voiced a doped-up `whut?' "Never mind..." Chris pulled the pillows under his buddy then lifted him again to make sure his cock was straight and comfortable. Chris winced, feeling his hand being covered in his buddy's goo, but when he pulled it back out, he held the hand to his nose, sniffing. He paused--a peculiar, light-headed feeling coming over him--then, ensuring Jon's eyes were closed, the dimpled, pussy-fucker stuck his tongue out to taste the odd, sweet-smelling stuff. It was slightly sweet--unlike his own...which, of course, he'd tasted--just like every boy does--and most definitely, not like a girl's. A sense of shame spread across the sexy stud, as he lapped his fat tongue across his palm once ...then twice. `What the fuck? No one will ever know, and it's so god-damned good!' the frat jock thought, licking between his fingers, sticking each in his mouth to lick clean.
As Chris sucked his thumb clean, his shame returned, and he shook his head in disgust, climbing off the bed to search for lube. Talking more to himself, he wondered aloud, "Where's your lube, bro? I know you don't use it for Tess, but you surely use it to jack-off."
Jon moaned, repeating, "Tess..."
"Yeah, yeah, buddy..." Chris quickly spotted the lube, along with a box of condoms in a larger box on the floor next to the bed. The handsome stud was momentarily puzzled by the condoms, but quickly rationalized that fags must not want any cum on their bedding. Stretching Jon's meaty thighs apart, Chris climbed on the bed between his bro's legs, and popping the lid on the lube open, he coated his long fingers and began trying to wedge his middle finger inside the prized pussy. "Yeah, bro, you've got a s-w-e-e-t, little pussy on you... such a p-r-e-t-t-y pussy, Jon... Who knew, huh?" As he pushed his finger through Jon's tight ring, Chris was ignorant he was getting a r-e-a-l prize: Jon's anal virginity. Because he'd heard all fags were promiscuous, the clueless, straight boy assumed the blonde jock had most likely lost his prized cherry in high school--probably in a locker room shower, he imagined; at best, Brad or Taylor surely stole it. `Too bad,' he rued, staring at the smooth, pale butt, `too have been the dude to steal Jon's virginity would have r-e-a-l-l-y been like winning the lottery!'
"N-o-o-o," Jon groaned, "not gay..."
Chris laughed, "Dude, then why's your cock hard and leaking? Huh? Explain that to me!" After a minute--spent finger-fucking Jon's ass--he added, "I told you, outside, I'll go along with your little `closet', pretend horseshit, but inside, you're gonna lick my balls and suck my cock and bend-over and take my meat deep inside your sweet, little cunt, dude. See? I'm liberal like that! Besides, you and I are best bros: you don't have to pretend for me anymore."
Chris slid his index finger inside the pale pink rosebud alongside his middle finger, digging deeply, turning and twisting, then pumping in-and-out. Jon groaned in agony with every movement of fingers, "Uhh, uhh, aaah, uhh..."
"Feels good, huh? I know I can't wait either! I just hope I don't lose it too quickly, `cause you've got me pretty hot right now!" Chris was mesmerized by the pale pink lips surrounding his fingers, continually lubing them and watching them sink, twist, stretch, and fuck his bro's hole. "I should be mad at you, dude. Remember that time when we were pledging and Connor and those cunts made us stand in a circle in the basement and made us strip? ...then we had to kiss and lick the ass of the pledge in front of us?? I remember looking over and actually being shocked, seeing your round, smooth melons! I was a little jealous of Kevin--to tell the truth--being the lucky one to smooch your sweet ass! I mean, who wouldn't! And I'll tell you something, dude, I wasn't the only one staring! There were quite a few actives staring at it too!"
He was silent a couple of minutes, watching his fingers working the new cunt. "For fuck's sake, you're sure tight!! Your cunt's about to break my fuckin' fingers off!" Chris laughed. "Ole Brad and Tay must not have tapped it today ... All the better for me, I guess." Then, he could wait no longer. Pouring lube in Jon's narrow crevasse, Chris lubed his hard, straight cock and began the difficult siege to breach the blonde jock-stud's tight ring. His peach, missile-shaped cockhead pushed and pressed against the entrance, yet it would not yield.
All the while, too weak from the drugs, Jon desperately repeated, "No, no, no...not gay...I'm not gay...no..."
"Bro, don't piss me off. We're supposed to be best friends, yet you've been givin' it out like fuckin' candy! ...and to those two cunts, Brad and Taylor, no less. You're probably lettin' Kevin up in here too, I'll bet! What's wrong with me, huh?? I'm just as much a stud as Kev! Huh?" Just then, Chris' cockhead slipped inside Jon's flower.
Hot and tight, it tried frantically to squeeze and repel the invasion, as Jon cried, "Out! Out! Get it out! Oh, f-u-c-k, get out!"
Meanwhile, Chris sighed and pressed harder, sinking inch-by-painful-inch inside the blonde stud's tight, cherry love-hole. "O-h-h-h, dude! You feel a-m-a-z-i-n-g!!! Way fuckin' better than pussy!!! Oh, y-e-a-h!" Jon's painful cries concerned the ripped stud, but they also puzzled him immensely. "Bro, I don't get it. I've seen Brad in the showers. He's like a fuckin' horse. If you can take him, dude, you shouldn't have any problems with me..."
The final push found Chris' dark auburn bush pressed snuggly against Jon's round, pale butt--Jon's pale pink ring stretched tightly around the invading cock. "Breathe, baby, breathe... Deep breaths, okay?" Chris sighed, breathing deeply himself. "Oh, baby, you and I are gonna be spending a LOT of time together!" Having popped many girl's cherries, Chris knew enough to hold still a bit and let Jon get used to his cock. "I'm not going anywhere, girl: I'm gonna hold still a bit and let you get used to me, okay? ... If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were cherry, Jon-Jon..."
The dark auburn-haired jock laid down over Jon's back--his ripped abs over the small of Jon's back, his big, flat pecs across his bro's muscular upper back. He slipped his arms underneath Jon, cupping then squeezing his bro's big pecs, as he dug his nose into the jock-stud's long, silky, blonde hair, inhaling the light, lingering fragrance. With his friend now quietly crying, Chris shushed and whispered sweet nothings into the pretty hair covering Jon's ear. The hot cunt spasmed wildly over the length of his hard, 7.5" cock--so tightly that, coupled with Jon's tears, Chris began questioning whether he had, in fact, taken his frat bro's cherry. This thought initially bothered him--disturbed him even--then, he recalled Jon's swollen lips and the dried cum in his ears. `Perhaps he'd been especially lucky and caught Jon on the frontend of his faggot career, sucking cocks', Chris thought, `but no-doubt he's been dreaming of this moment for a l-o-n-g time. He's probably been using cucumbers or something, just waiting for this minute! If not me, it would s-o-o-n be someone else...like, fuckin' Kev."
Though they were tight friends--Chris and Kevin--the testosterone rivalry between the two was intense, with both boys rapidly ploughing their way through the ΚΚÎ" house, the ΠΚΕs sister sorority. The thought that Kevin could have beat him to Jon's pussy made Chris rotate his own round butt against the big, smooth globes, smiling triumphantly. One more notch on Chris' belt, and one he'd have to keep secret due to its supreme quality!
As if the hard cock in his tender butthole weren't enough, feeling Chris' soft pubes rubbing against his smooth, round ass drove the point of his complete conquest home for Jon. He'd sucked cock three times now, which he'd thought the worst thing in the world, but now, his manhood was gone, and he wept, both for this loss and for the pain. Thoughts and words swirled in his clouded mind, but most were going too fast for him to catch. Through his cries, the blonde stud latched on to phrases like "Get out..." and "Not gay...", though to no effect. Other new, masculine sensations piled additional heaps of humility on Jon--feeling Chris' hairy legs rubbing against and intertwining with his own, feeling his buddy's muscled pecs against his back, and feeling Chris' pumped biceps wrapped around either side. This was not the soft, smooth, delicate skin of a girl; this was all new to Jon.
For nearly five minutes, Chris laid, feeling a high like no other he'd experienced, feeling Jon's body beneath him, squeezing his bro's muscled pecs. He laid inhaling Jon's scent, kissing and licking the jock, driving his tongue through the silky, blonde hair to lap in and around his bro's ear...forgetting it was caked Taylor's dried cum. Now, Chris, too, had another man inside himself--their genes mixing and multiplying.
With Jon's pheromones pushing him over the edge, Chris drew his cock back until just its head remained inside the violated rosebud, then the built jock thrust his cock deep inside Jon's newly-minted pussy. Using his knees, Chris spread Jon's legs further apart, then the stud hiked his round butt in the air and ploughed again--over-and-over again. Up-and-down his butt flew, while he tongued Jon's ear, telling him what a prime cunt he had. "O-o-o-o, b-a-b-y, you feel s-o-o-o mother-fuckin' g-o-o-d! Fuck, bro, you've been lying to everyone: you got a pussy between your legs ...the B-E-S-T pussy, Jon-Jon!! You shouldn't be a ΠΚΕ: you should be in a fuckin' sorority...with a c-u-n-t like this! Don't ya think?? Shhh... Stop with the tears, baby girl. You think I'm giving your pussy up?? Hell, if the frat found what's between your legs, they'd gangbang you on the dining room table for sure! T-h-e-n, they'd probably dump you on the lawn of ΚΚÎ" and tell them they have a new sister! ... Y-e-a-h... fuckin' love your hard tits, bitch! ...so hot! ... I s-t-i-l-l can't get over it... I'm fucking Jon Swenson! ...a dude ...who causes all the chicks to wet their panties and roll on the ground ...who everyone thought was this straight, good-lookin' stud-boy... Turns out you're nothin' but a lying faggot..." Panting, sweat beaded over Chris' forehead, dripping down on the blonde jock and the bedding, as he pumped and pounded into the hot stud. "But don't worry, baby: you'll be my very own, private cheerleader, anytime I've got blue-balls... O-o-o-o, Jonny...with your tight cunt squeezing me like this, I don't know how much longer I can hang on! Gonna shoot my big load up in ya, faggot... and every time you're with Tess--or any chick--you're gonna think of me, fuckin' your brains out and fillin' your sweet, sweet cunt full of my thick, white seed, bitch! Just think, bro, you'll have my babies floating around inside ya for the rest of your life... You're just another bitch-dog now, buddy...but the hottest, prettiest one around! ... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck you, fuckin' faggot!! Fuck! Ugh! Ugh! O-h-h-h, bitch, fillin' you full of my cum now... O-h-h-h y-e-a-h! Yeah! ...S-O-O-O fuckin' good!!! Y-e-a-h!!!"
Their bodies slick with sweat, Chris lay wrapped over Jon, trying to catch his breath--his heart beating a million miles a minute. As his heart slowed and his breathing began to return, kissing his shoulders, whispering, "You did good, bro...real good. ... We're gonna have a whole-different kind of friendship now, buddy..." Chris squeezed Jon's pecs and pinched his nipples, "I'm gonna give you everything you need! ...everything, dude! I'm gonna fill you with so much cum it'll come out your ears! ...a real man's cum, baby!
Below, Chris' knees and sweaty, gym-honed thighs kept Jon's legs spread wide--his feet and calves locked over Jon's--while his hard cock remained solidly wedged inside the blonde stud's wet pussy. A mixture of lube and thick, white globs of cum lube oozed from around the conjoining of the cock and the swollen, pink lips, matting Chris' dense, auburn pubes in sticky, white goo, and, what wasn't matted in the jock's pubes formed a white, glacial trail over Jon's taint and balls, before puddling on the bed pillows below. Sticking his nose through the long blonde hair on the back of his friend's head, Chris seductively whispered, "I'll be ready to go again r-e-a-l soon, Jonny. Doesn't that sound fun? ... Your cunt won't stop squeezing my cock: it's, like, giving me a hand-job or something." Chris chuckled, while Jon laid in agony below--his eyes going in-and-out of focus with the reeling of his drug-addled brain.
After only a few minutes rest, the handsome, dark auburn-haired stud began the rotating, grinding, and thrusting actions of every young male's favorite pastime--fucking. Jon's second-ever fuck was only slightly less painful, with Chris rolling off the blonde's amazing bubble butt and both frat bros drifting asleep.
Weak, and exhausted but having more of his faculties, Jon was rudely awoken at 3:36 a.m.--manhandled onto his stomach with his amazing butt over the pillows--Jon tried to reason, apologize, and even attempted a struggle. All the same, Chris' cock found its way home, inside the Nordic jock's sweet, wet pussy, but the good news was the third time--while still painful--was much less so than his first or second fucks.
The young stud's fourth and final fuck at 8:25 a.m. was perhaps the worst for Jon, with the bigger jock flipping him on his back--the blonde's round butt on the pillows and his legs held in the air by his ankles. "This time, you're gonna s-e-e the man who owns this ass, bitch! Every time you see my face, you're gonna know you're not a m-a-n...just a f-a-g--a weak, pitiful excuse for a man!"
Feeling humiliated and beaten, Jon put-up no struggle this time. What was the point? He already had three, huge loads of the dude's cum inside him. What honor could he possibly salvage at his point with Chris? Still, he plead for decency, for values. "Chris, please, don't do this. I'm your brother. We pledged to support each other to the end. And I'm your friend, dude..."
"So, first off, buddy, we made that pledge when you were supposedly a m-a-n, but n-o-w, you're not a man, therefore, you can't be a b-r-o, dude. You don't even belong in the f-r-a-t anymore--a-n-y frat, for that matter! By rights, I should o-u-t you, but as long as you scratch my back, I'll--figuratively--scratch yours. Understand? As far as friendship is concerned, we're not really f-r-i-e-n-d-s anymore, now that you let me fuck you three times. Right? You're just, like, some chick I fuck whenever I need to drop a load. We'll p-r-e-t-e-n-d like we're friends-- ΠΚΕ bros--in public, but when it's just you and me alone, there's no way now that I can see you as a regular dude--n-o-t when I know I've had my c-o-c-k inside you--n-o-t when I know you've got loads of my babies swimming around inside you." Jon's nose turned red, as he closed his eyes, letting big tears run down across his temples, disappearing in his hair. Chris scoffed--embarrassed and disgusted by this sign of weakness by the blonde stud. "Dude, a r-e-a-l man wouldn't cry! Fuckin' man-up and hold your legs behind your knees!"
Pressing his lips tightly closed to hide the crying his heaving chest betrayed, Jon grabbed the backs of his knees and turned his head to the side--his eyes remaining closed the entire time, as tears streamed from underneath his eyelids. Something about seeing his friend broken like this, laying prone, ready to receive his hard cock, coupled with the knowledge he'd stripped the straight, popular jock-stud of his cherry, intensified Chris' desire to throw Jon a hard fuck, cementing his place forever in Jon's brain. Having never done anything sexual with a dude, the power dynamic over another male was a high like no other the muscled, dark auburn-haired jock had experienced. What's more, Jon was not just `another male' nor was he some obvious, limp-wristed faggot: he was someone you'd n-e-v-e-r have guessed sucked cock and someone, who--had he been single--would have been Chris' rival for pussy ...much as Kevin was.
Chris lubed his hard cock and pressed it inside the warm, velvety tunnel. He threw his head back, moaning with great pleasure at Jon's awesome, tight pussy. "O-o-o-o, bitch, no one--and I mean no one--comes close to having a pussy as sweet as this one, Jon! Doesn't that make you feel g-o-o-d--knowing what a wonderful cunt you have between your legs??" The handsome, dark auburn-haired jock rocked in-and-out of the blonde stud's swollen, pink rosebud, slowly picking-up speed. The pain helped to distracted Jon from his thoughts, and gradually, the tears stopped, but he kept his eyes closed, though, finding the humiliation of looking at his friend far too great.
Chris deep-dicked his frat bro, slamming into Jon's hard, round butt over-and-over again, while stopping periodically to grind his soft, dark auburn pubes against the wet lips of the pink hole and rotate his own, round butt, stirring his hard fuck-stick deep inside the blonde jock-boy. Thrusting in-and-out of the sucking hole, Chris took little notice of the hard nut he kept hitting and rubbing across, but Jon did--his blue eyes flying open in surprise and confusion.
Using both hands, Chris squeezed the blonde stud's pecs, rolling the points of the flat, pink nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "For a bitch, you've got some hot, fuckin' pecs, Jon-Jon!" Chris didn't realize the situation was changing, when Jon's hands fell to his sides, dropping his muscled legs--their feet flat on the bed, bent at the knee. Zoning-out, Jon stared blankly at his friend's hard pecs and big biceps--the stimuli short-circuiting his brain, making him unable to recognize his own voice: "unhc, unhc, unhc..."
Between the big cock rubbing across his prostrate and Chris' nipple-play, Jon's big, 8" cock began plumping, lengthening, and slowly-but-surely straightening...with each slam of the stronger dude's pelvic bone against his hard glutes. Over-stimulated and hypnotized by the rhythmic fucking, Jon eyelids closed again--unaware his grunts had changed to moans as he edged his butt higher on the pillow. A thick, round bubble escaped the eye of his cockhead and dropped to his ripped abs.
"Do you fuckin' h-e-a-r yourself??" Chris laughed, jolting Jon from his dream. "You mother-fucking queer!! You are s-o getting off on this!!" Jon's fair complexion blushed red in shame and embarrassment. "Look at your fuckin' cock, dude!! It's hard as a granite!" Oddly, Chris grabbed the shaft of Jon's cock, slowly jacking it. Jon closed his eyes tightly, turning his head. Chris chuckled, but his voice seemed to grow distant. "Y-e-a-h, big, ole cock... oozing fuckin' Jon-cum..." As more thick precum slid down Jon's cock, over Chris' fingers, and into the ash blonde pubes below, the dark auburn-haired jock ran his fingers through the soft pubes, collecting the goo then wrapping his hand around the big, thick cock. "Y-e-a-h, sweet Jon-cum... A-l-l the babes want his thick cum inside them..."
Then, with his eyes flashing, Chris reached over and slapped Jon hard upside the head. "Open your fuckin' eyes and look at me, bitch!!! You fuckin' look at me and watch the m-a-n who's gonna fill you up with his thick, fuckin' cum!!!" His head ringing, Jon looked in fear at Chris, then turned his face quickly away again. His hand covered in precum, Chris grabbed Jon's handsome, Nordic face and jerked it his direction, holding it forcibly in place. "I'm close now, girl," he panted in a quiet, sultry voice, grinding his soft pubes against Jon's round butt. "Look at the man who's turned you into a woman, Jon... who took your fuckin' cherry ... Moaning... big, ole cock oozing all over the place... you can't get enough of me..."
With Chris' fingers pressing painfully into Jon's jawline, the blonde stud had no choice but to look upward at his subjugator. Chris was made of muscle, having large, impressive traps, biceps, and pecs--all now covered in sweat. His broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist that Jon couldn't see at the moment but that he'd seen many times while working-out together at the gym. Upon each of his sweaty, muscular pecs sat a small, pink nipple that--for reasons Jon couldn't identify--he had a sudden desire to take in his mouth and suck. Jon closed his eyes again, trying to block the image, but again, Chris squeezed his fingers hard into his frat bro's jaw. Below his impressive pecs rippled a six-pack set of abs, ending in an alluring "V" pointing the way to Chris' thick, fluffy, auburn pubes. Jon blushed in shame, hearing himself moan, while his eyes darted to the victor's face to see whether he, too, had heard the noise.
And there was the face... the face over which so many cheerleaders and sorority girls had swooned. Jon again closed his eyes only to have them forced open once again. Was it the boy's long, angular face with its smooth, soft features? Was it his distinct dimples on either side of Chris' mouth? Was it the boy's soft, gray eyes--half-hidden by his long, thick, straight bangs which made Chris look so young? Jon couldn't say, but when he felt his cock belch a thick load of precum, his eyes welled with tears, and his nose turned red. This was Jon's worst humiliation and by someone with whom he'd have to spend the next two and a half years. While Chris smiled in triumph, the dimples softened his expression, and Jon longed to kiss his tormentor's wet, pink lips.
Unaware of his actions, Jon locked his legs around Chris' bucking hips--the new angle providing even greater, more consistent stimulation of the hard thing deep inside him that seemed directly wired to his brain, shutting down all circuits and causing his eyes to roll up in their sockets. Jon's legs tightened around his former friend's hips, as he felt himself shudder and jerk, followed by the inevitable feeling in his balls as hot, thick globs of cum flew through his cock and through the air, splattering against his neck and across his pecs. The realization he'd loved what had just happened hit Jon seconds afterward, and the handsome jock-stud began sobbing.
With Jon's love canal squeezing, sucking, and spasming wildly against his cock, Chris threw his head back, moaned, and began firing rope-after-rope of fertile seed inside his bro. "A-h-h-h... A-h-h-h... F-U-C-K! F-U-C-K! O-h-h-h, y-e-a-h! O-h-h-h, d-u-d-e!!! Such a G-R-E-A-T pussy!!!" As Chris' orgasm tapered-off, Jon felt the warm, thick, copious loads pushing back over the cock inside his butt, squeezing out from under his tiny, swollen ass lips, and sliding down across his taint, puddling on the pillow beneath ...and Jon's chest heaved with his inconsolable sobbing. He'd loved it, and he'd let another man cum inside his body. How could he be with Tess again?
Chris collapsed over Jon--his hands sliding under the jock-stud's upper back. Resting his cheek against Jon's, he tried quieting his bro's sobbing--it's blubbering sound echoing in his ear. "S-h-h-h... It's okay, pretty girl... Everything's gonna be okay..." Chris stuck his tongue out and licked the salty tears streaming over Jon's cheeks. "Being my personal fag ain't t-h-a-t bad, is it? You're kinda hurtin' my feelings, dude..." Shockingly, Jon wrapped his arms around Chris' back--as though Chris was the person in need of comfort--as though Jon, himself, was to blame for what had happened. "Y-e-a-h, that's better, babe... I'm gonna give you everything you need, and you're gonna give me everything I need. It's a win-win, babe..."
After about five minutes, Chris pulled himself away, saying, "I gotta go, dude... Got class at 10:30..." While Chris dressed, Jon laid in silence on his side in bed, with his back to the `friend' who'd taken his anal virginity, dumping four loads of cum inside him. Breaking the silence, Chris spoke his first directive, "You be here at 11 tonight, got it? We'll see how well you suck cock then. I can't wait to see your pretty face looking up at me with my balls in your mouth!" Taking one last look at Jon's hard, round globes, he reached down, groping and admiring them before covering the blonde Adonis with his bedding. "Can't believe I finally got in that ass..." Chris turned and left the room, leaving Jon numb, in shock.
It was a different world now...a very different world.
End -- Chapter 4