"Dude, You Had My Cock In Your Mouth!"
"DUDE, YOU HAD MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH!" ©
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Copyright © 2019 by Eli van der Graaff
Characters:
Bradley van der Meer | Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, light brown hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); 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 -- PIΚΕ 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 -- PIΚΕ; 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 -- PIΚΕ; RB -- University Football team
Todd Dreyer | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 175 lbs.; University Senior; Member -- PIΚΕ; Rower -- University team
Colin Miller | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, 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 -- PIΚΕ; Wrestler -- University Wrestling team
Luke Jost | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, brown hair; 6' 2"; Brown eyes; 170lbs.; University Senior; Treasurer -- PIΚΕ; 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 -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball
Chris Flynn | Irish-American descent; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Gray eyes; 6' 1"; 165 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; 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/Asian); Age 22; Short, curly, black hair; Brown, Asian-shaped 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, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 210 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Deshawn Davis | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Trevon Whiteley | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, 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 a girl with whom he has one child and another on the way. Has an ex-girlfriend 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; Crew-cut, 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 (PIΚΕ); 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 (PIΚΕ); Wrestler -- University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen
Caleb Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 16; Short, straight, light brown hair -- long bangs; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 145 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Lacrosse
Finn Michelsen | Caucasian; Age 17; Short, straight, light brown hair; Gray eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Soccer & Baseball
-- Chapter 6 --
or How Kevin Gets His Groove
They trudged up the stairs in silence--Jon leading the way. He could tell Kevin was angry by the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes--a mood Jon had been fortunate not to have been on the receiving end prior to today. He'd seen his friend angry many times over the past year and a half, including a handful of fistfights, where Kevin had punched the other dude out. (It should probably be noted that all these fights were instigated by Kevin's inability to keep his pants zipped around girls already having boyfriends. Kevin was, in fact, quite an accomplished cocksman.) What made Jon the most upset was that the dark-haired Adonis was one of his best friends--unlike Brad or Taylor. Yes, Chris was a great friend, but Kevin's charm and charisma had an effect on Jon, drawing the two even closer. The blonde jock hoped Kevin would understand none of this was his fault, but first, Jon needed to find out exactly what Kevin had overheard, not wanting to reveal more than necessary.
Jon fumbled with his keys, dropping them on the floor twice, before finally getting his door unlocked. Entering the room in silence, Jon set his backpack in his desk chair, as Kevin pushed passed him, dropping his backpack on the floor and throwing his coat over the back of an overstuffed chair. Jon had just finished putting his coat over the back of his desk chair, when Kevin pushed him face-first against the wall, holding Jon tightly against it using his muscular body.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a fuckin' faggot??" Kevin growled into the hair over Jon's ear--his voice low and threatening. "Huh?? Do you know what a fuckin' fool you've made me?? If Brad knows, that means Taylor knows, and if both of them know, they probably think I am, being we're so close and all! How self-serving of you."
Kevin had been far angrier, sitting out on the porch swing in the 8-degree cold, but following Jon up the stairs staring at his ass, had taken some of his steam. Despite his earlier statement, he didn't have a hard-on sitting out in the cold, but this was not the case now--his 9" cock throbbing inside his jeans. If Kevin had planned on beating Jon up, he probably should not have followed the blonde stud up the stairs so closely--especially considering he was one of the dudes most effected by Jon's titillating pheromones. With his nose now in his friend's soft, silky hair, he was having a more difficult time expressing his anger.
With his face pressed sideways against the wall, Jon tried appealing to his bro, "Listen, this isn't..."
"S-h-u-t the fuck up. Y-o-u don't talk until I say so," Kevin growled, cutting Jon off. "You've been lying to me for a year and a half--since we met! Of course, I understand why: if you'd have admitted to being a cocksucker, you'd never have gotten into PIKE! Brad probably had you figured out last year, considering he was your Big Brother. Has he been fucking you up the shit-shoot since last year?? Is that how you got into PIKE??"
Knowing Kevin would cut him off, Jon used his opportunity to very quickly defend himself, "I'm not gay! Brad took advantage of me, using drugs!" Still holding Jon flat against the wall, Kevin bust out laughing--the laughter causing his body to bounce against Jon's. Jon tried talking above the laughter, pleading, "It's true! He got me drunk, and then he drugged me..."
"Stop! Stop! You're killing me, faggot!!" Kevin tried gaining control again--tears of laughter running down his cheeks. "Like I haven't heard that same story from at least 20 cheerleaders!" He mimicked Jon, speaking in falsetto, ridiculing his friend, "`I'm not gay!' Oh, help me big boy! Stop me from sucking his cock! I mean it, that Brad's a dirty dog!"
"It's true, Kevin! He made me!" Jon was near tears, realizing he'd have a tougher time reaching his friend than he'd hoped. "You've got..."
Again, Kevin cut his friend off, whispering gruffly into Jon's hair, "You've got muscles! I'm feeling them now, stud!" Kevin squeezed Jon's pecs, emphasizing his point. "Why didn't you use them?? Hell, you're not even using them now! A real man would've fought that motherfucker, even if it would've meant a broken jaw or worse! In a year and a half, Jon-Jon, I've never seen you with so much as a bruise on that pretty face! So cut the bullshit and stop saying `he made me'. And as far as `not being gay', straight men--like me, for instance--don't put penises in our mouths, much less swallow them to the root! Let's see... What did I hear him say? ...something to the effect:
`O-h-h-h, F-U-C-K! That feels S-O motherfuckin' good, cunt... Y-e-a-h, S-U-C-K my BIG COCK! Choke on it, bitch!'
It all makes sense now. The thing that really throws me is that B-r-a-d is such a fucking faggot! I would never have guessed that in a million years! Never! Let's see... How did he say that? Oh, yes:
`You're so fuckin' hot, Jon--way hotter than Anne. I wanted you for a long time, bro.'
"Jesus Christ!!! I about puked!! Say, has he given you a ring yet??" Kevin chucked. "In fag-lingo, I'm guessing he's the top and you're the bottom-bitch. Am I right? Oh, don't bother answering; you're full of lies."
Kevin humped Jon's round ass, moving his face back-and-forth through the buff stud's long, blonde hair--his eyes closed, inhaling Jon's scent. Feeling the big, hard cock humping his jeans-covered ass and the hot breath in his hair, Jon's eyes rolled in his head--his own hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the wall.
Wrapping his arm around Jon's neck, Kevin took a step back from the wall, growling lowing into Jon's hair, "Unbutton your fuckin' jeans now, cunt."
"But..." Jon started.
"N-o-w," Kevin ordered. As soon as Jon popped the buttons open, his face was again sideways, flat against the wall, and Kevin's large hand was inside the back of Jon's jeans, under his briefs, squeezing the blonde stud's full, round globes. "Ohhh yean... sweet, motherfucking ass..." Kevin purred, nudging his nose through the thick, silky hair behind Jon's ear, "You've been teasing us with this ass for s-o-o-o fucking long now, Jon ... Is it full of his cum now, girl??"
"N-n-no, he's never fucked me," Jon stammered, trying to deny to himself how good Kevin's groping felt.
"Are you telling me Bradley has never fucked this ass??" Kevin asked, incredulously.
"Y-y-yes," Jon answered--his breath ragged.
"If you're telling the truth," Kevin whispered, "he's either an idiot or a bottom..." Kevin paused, trying to think--his mind becoming muddled by Jon's intoxicating scent. "So... considering Taylor was more-or-less carrying you at dinner the other night--the night you l-i-e-d about having to call your mother--I'm guessing you've been swinging on his pole for some time too; after all, the two are joined at the hip--little Bradley and Taylor--and they were there together that night in the dining hall." Thinking more, the dark-haired stud added, "They probably spit-roast you earlier, huh?? Did they spit-roast our little Sweet Cheeks?" Kevin's long, middle finger slipped into the tight, near-impermeable crevasse between Jon's big, hard globes--probing, searching for that magical button. "Y-e-a-h, this sweet fuckin' ass.... You like that, babe?" Jon didn't answer--he couldn't, whimpering and arching his back.
"I'll bet we drove you c-r-a-z-y, humping this fucker all this time!" The dark-haired stud rubbed the pad of his finger over Jon's smooth, little rosebud, and the blonde jock rolled his head backward in the crook of Kevin's neck, moaning. Kevin chuckled, "Truly amazing... You seemed t-o-t-a-l-l-y straight, bro--athletic, lean, muscular... you had me fooled ...but underneath it all, you're, like, this total fuckin' faggot..."
Kevin pulled his hand from the jeans, wrapping his arms under Jon's, putting his bro in a full-nelson. "So... this begs another question... Besides Bradley and Taylor, who else have you been fagging around with?? Who else knows you're a pole-slicker...a pillow-biter?? Huh??"
"N-n-no one," Jon lied, knowing Kevin would be beyond pissed that Chris hadn't confided in him--sharing the bounty, as it were. Then he'd most certainly start a fight with Chris, which would leave both Jon's friends hurt--possibly badly. Even if neither Chris nor Kevin liked him anymore, Jon still liked them--a lot--not wanting to see either boy hurt.
"You'd better pray those two assholes haven't been spreading it around about you... Bros will be thinking the rest of us are faggots--Chris, Mason, and me--fagging each other--and I won't take kindly to anyone thinking I'm anything like you. Do you see the position you've put all of us in...with your lies??" Kevin paused, humping the hard, round ass, and, with Jon's head resting in the crook of his neck--their faces side-by-side--the tall, muscular stud licked Jon's smooth cheek, purring, "My little, blonde beauty... Oh, most certainly, they'd n-e-v-e-r have let you into PIKE, being queer and all ...but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have helped you out with your n-e-e-d-s. You know? In fact, I'm a little hurt you didn't tell me, and I want you to tell me exactly which parts of me you find so...repulsive. Okay? Sound fair?"
Keeping Jon in a full-nelson, Kevin duck-walked the blonde jock to the bed, where he dumped him. "Now, first, let's get you out of these clothes. Okay? You don't need clothes on around good, ole Kev, do you? We're old buddies." Kevin knelt down, untying Jon's shoes and taking them off.
"Kev, this isn't right," Jon began--that lump in his throat tightening. "I really am straight. It's just that my head's all fucked-up, since Brad..." But the lump grew, choking the handsome stud, and he began sobbing.
Tears didn't stop Kevin, however--not with his hard, 9" tool doing his thinking. "Now, now, don't cry, babe. Ole Kev's gonna take good care of you." Kevin put his hands under Jon's arms and hoisted him fully onto the bed, laying the hot stud down on his pillow. At the foot of the bed, Kevin pulled his friend's jeans off by the legs, then leaned forward, pulling Jon's white, knit boxer briefs down his muscular legs.
This, however, added more humiliation than it otherwise would have, revealing Jon's thick, 8" cock fully aroused. Embarrassed, Jon defended himself, blubbering through his tears, "It's not what it seems!"
"No, I'm sure it's not," Kevin cooed insincerely, pulling Jon's expensive sweater and t-shirt over his head, throwing them both across the room. Kevin stood, staring down at the hot, blonde stud, now laying completely nude on the bed. Obliviously, his nostrils flared, inhaling Jon's scent--a warm, silent scent that seemed to put the dark-haired Adonis into a trance. Slowly, flatly, Kevin muttered, "F-u-c-k m-e," before finally shaking his head clear and hurriedly stripping his own gym-toned body nude.
Jon had stopped sobbing and laid with his face turned in the opposite direction--a lost, sad look haunting his face. He was numb. He'd given up. There was nothing Jon could do to stop these dudes--a realization that left him feeling intensely sad and forsaken. Jon realized, too, that Kevin was correct in saying he hadn't stood up for himself, when he certainly had the muscles to at least inflict some damage on these predators. No, in the end, Jon had accepted his `punking' without a fight.
Kevin--who'd seduced more sorority girls and cheerleaders than you can imagine--knelt down beside the bed, rubbing Jon's bicep with one hand, while gently grabbing his friend's chin with the other--turning the sad, handsome face toward him. "Now, what's so bad about me, Jon??" Flashing his bright smile and dimples, the buff, dark-haired continued, "I've got killer looks and a hot bod... Dude, you know how the chicks dig me! F-u-c-k, you know how much pussy I get! More importantly, I've been nothing but good to you...since the night we met at that Rush party. Haven't I??"
With Kevin holding his chin, Jon couldn't look away, so he closed his eyes to hide from his shame. His nose turned red again, as tears fell from behind his eyelids down across his temples, disappearing in his hair. "You're my best friend, Kev," Jon answered quietly.
"That's right! So, dude, w-h-y the fuck did you turn to Brad and Taylor to help you out of the closet, instead of your best friend?" Jon jerked his face away, but again, Kevin gently turned it back. "They've both been HUGE assholes to us ...to you! Oh, sure, they're `big men on campus', being they're `big football stars', but, dude, look at me: do you really think I'm all that bad?? Bro, I get more pussy than both those fairies put together!" Kevin paused, staring at Jon's flat, pink nipple, deep in thought ...or deep, for Kevin.
"You say they're not fuckin' you, so you must be doing something wrong, dude." Kevin released Jon's chin and almost absentmindedly laid his hand on Jon's pecs, rubbing and squeezing them as he would his own, while his other hand did the same to the bicep nearest him. "I forgive you for not coming to me for help, Jon, and to prove I don't have anything against faggots, I'm gonna see what I can do to help amp-up your game!" Kevin's large hand drifted down, sliding over Jon's ripped, six-pack abs. "Fuck, bro, you've got a hot bod! ...not as hot as mine, of course, but no one would e-v-e-r guess you're a fag! So hot, dude..."
You couldn't look at Jon's six-pack without also seeing his hard, thick, 8" piece of meat laying just below. An odd, lazy sort-of sneer crossed Kevin's handsome face, his nostrils flaring, as he grabbed the heavy shaft and began slowly jacking the big cock. Jon gasped at the touch, his breathing irregular. "We shouldn't..."
"S-h-h-h, now... Maybe the reason they haven't fucked you yet is because they're waiting for you to fuck them. You ever think of that?" Kevin's voice sounded distant--faraway--inhaling Jon's fresh, warm scent. "N-i-c-e cock, bro... r-e-a-l nice..." Never before had Kevin, the great seducer of so many girls, touched another dude's cock. He knelt there watching his hand jack the big meat--transfixed by the clear bubbles that formed in its eye and ran down its length, over his fingers--fascinated by its pale, silky skin sliding up-and-down the thick, hard bone beneath. Kevin was in a state of both awe and confusion. He was awed by the big, meaty cock in his hand--so much like his own, yet different--while at the same, the dark-haired stud was confused by his actions, thinking over-and-over again, `I've got another dude's cock in my hand...'--yet enjoying the sensation.
Besides the mere 1" difference in lengths, the thing really differentiating the two cocks was the color of their pubes--Kevin's being a dense thicket of soft, black pubes. Favoring blondes to begin with, Kevin seemed as much interested in Jon's cock as he was with his friend's pubes, and after several minutes slowly jacking his Jon's meat, he released the big, sticky cock, spreading his fingers through the light blonde pubes. Referring to Jon, Kevin slowly murmured to himself, "Y-e-a-h, she's a pretty bitch..." Then bringing his fingers to his nose, the buff, dark-haired stud closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, murmuring, "Fuckin' great puss..."
For his part, Jon had gone from feeling sad and ashamed to being stunned and in a sort-of trance, watching and feeling his handsome friend's hand on his cock and in his pubes. Kevin would have been the l-a-s-t person Jon would've imagined jacking his big cock...let alone doing so with seemingly great interest.
Suddenly, Jon's trance was broken, as the 6'2" stud stood--his nude, Adonis body covered in the warm glow of afternoon light pouring in from a nearby window. Jon battled his feelings of attraction and longing: it wasn't right to have these feelings for another male.
Kevin climbed on the bed and straddled Jon's chest--his knees under the blonde jock's arms. He smirked at the obvious feelings of confusion and fright on Jon's face below. These feelings expressed on the blonde jock's face quickly changed from fright to shock and from shock to sad resignation, as Kevin stuck his sticky, musky fingers inside his friend's open mouth, saying, "Lick `em... Lick `em clean, bitch..." Sadly, Jon complied, running his tongue between the long digits, staring at the back of his friend's hand as it fucked the fingers in-and-out. Kevin rolled his head back on his shoulders, moaning, "Oh, y-e-a-h, you've got a g-r-e-a-t tongue there, fag! ...a real natural..."
This was not a position from which Jon ever expected to see his best friend, noting he was now in the same position from which scores girls had viewed the Adonis. Kevin was hot with clothes, but he was even more so without. Jon wondered if he'd always been attracted to Kevin?
They'd met their Freshman year at a PIKE Rush party--Jon and Kevin. The dark-haired stud was getting himself a cup of beer from a keg, while Jon stood about 15' away, listening to a Senior active give his spiel about the frat. Kevin stood in Jon's line-of-sight beyond the Senior talking to him, and Jon thought the tall, buff jock was probably the hottest dude at the party. Jon tried paying attention to the Senior, but his eyes kept drifting over to this person, who now stood so easily bantering back-and-forth with three actives near the keg. Being quiet and reserved, Jon's interest and admiration in the buff, dark-haired jock was piqued, and when the Senior excused himself to greet other, prospective rushes, Jon stood alone, sipping his beer, trying to discretely glance at the hot, outgoing Freshman. Thinking himself 100% straight, though, Jon was not `consciously' aware of these thoughts or behaviors--all being chalked up to mere curiosity and admiration. His eyes drifted down to the dude's tight, low-cut Diesel jeans that showed off both his round glutes and a sizeable bulge. Jon wasn't aware he was staring, until his eyes drifted back to the handsome face. This time, Jon was caught. Still chatting away with the three actives, Kevin's eyes met Jon's, and he winked. Jon immediately looked away, feeling the heat of blush rise in his cheeks. `The dude fuckin' winked!' Jon thought, `What the fuck!' Two minutes later, the friendly, outgoing stud appeared next to Jon, introducing himself, and that was the beginning of Jon and Kevin's `fast friendship'. By the end of the night, Kevin was leading Jon around with his hand on the small of the blonde jock's back.
Jon thought of that night ... now ... underneath Kevin, sucking on his long fingers. Maybe he'd had a sort-of man-crush on Kevin all long--having that certain euphoria before meeting his friend or Jon's inability to stop smiling around the handsome stud. As noted earlier, Kevin frequently pulled in the pussy, broadcasting his latest conquest on all but the local TV station, and naturally, as best friends, Kevin would meet Jon in Bergman Hall, lean-in, and drape his arm over his blonde friend's shoulder, recounting in graphic detail the minute-by-minute accounts of said conquests. These incidents resulted in the most telling examples of the young jock's `man-crush' on his bro. As these stories would with any dude--straight or gay--not only did Jon go on-the-bone, but he became hypnotized by Kevin's sultry voice--frozen, his body tingling. With the dark-haired Adonis' arm draped over his shoulders, pulling him closer, and Kevin's lips and warm breath against his ear, Jon's cock throbbed and pushed against the fly of his jeans, as his own image interchanged with that of the lucky girl. As a story was whispered in his ear, Jon longed for his friend's wet tongue to slip inside his ear or slide down his neck to suck and mark his territory--oh god, how Jon longed to be marked as Kevin's. When the story involved a blowjob, the girl's image morphed into his own, as the blonde jock wondered what his friend's cock would taste like. Jon wondered what it would feel like underneath Kevin, with his muscular legs wrapped around his bro's hard, round butt. Afterward, with much self-loathing, Jon would convince himself he only looked forward to these salacious stories for the chick involved, not Kevin, and at his earliest opportunity, he'd fuck senseless whatever girl he was currently seeing--earning Jon a reputation as being quite a lover. In the dark hours alone, however--with his eyes closed and his hand wrapped around his cock--the handsome, blonde jock had great difficulty staying focused on the pretty girl in the whispered stories, wandering almost entirely to that of his hot friend.
Now, as he lay trapped underneath his friend, Jon would no longer require any imagination. The dude was a fucking god, straddling his chest...with a god's cock--not mammoth and animalistic, like Brad's, but perfect, in Jon's eyes. Kevin's 9" stud meat stood out from his insanely awesome body at about a 60-degree angle--straight, hard, thick and commanding. Its head had the shape of a bullet with only a slight flare from its circumcised shaft, giving the impressive cock the general shape of an Apollo rocket, and that thought--of Apollo--made Jon think of the Greek god ...to whom he immediately associated his beautiful friend.
Jon's breath was ragged and his head spinning, as he lay in a state of both fear and longing, knowing he put his true self at great exposure with Kevin, whose big mouth could ruin his life. With Kevin's knees under his armpits, the blonde jock drank-in his friend's beauty--from the stud's long, muscular, tree trunk thighs--pale and lightly covered with short, black hairs ...to his narrow waist and ripped, six-pack abs ...to the broad, smooth pecs with their small, flat nipples ...and, finally, into the dark-haired stud's exceptionally handsome, smiling, angular face. Between his dimples, the shining, blue eyes, and his long, straight, shaggy-cut bangs, Kevin had the face of a beautiful teenager on the body of a stud.
Kevin sat his hard, round ass back on Jon's stomach, slapping his big cock against Jon's soft cheeks. "What'd ya want, Jon??"
The blonde jock closed his eyes. His mouth felt full of cotton; it was so dry. Jon wanted Kevin's cock s-o-o-o badly, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He wanted Kevin to shove his cock inside his mouth and force him to suck it...so Jon could save some degree of self-respect--so he could still delude himself into believing he was straight.
"Come on, Jon-Jon. Tell ole Kev, just exactly what it is you want. I'm not getting up until you tell me," Kevin taunted, rubbing his goo-covered cockhead under Jon's nose.
His voice dry and scratchy from his parched mouth, Jon looked up at Kevin and pled, "Don't... Please don't.... Don't do this to me..."
"N-n-a-a-h-h, I wanna hear you say exactly what it is you want--what you n-e-e-d from me," Kevin pressed. Again, Jon closed his eyes, wanting to speak it aloud but too afraid to do so. Instead--without intending to--Jon put his hands on the muscular, hairy thighs trapping him and began rubbing them. Kevin smiled brightly, knowing he was on the verge of total conquest. "Say it, girl... Say, `I wanna be your fuckin' b-i-t-c-h...to do with as you see fit.' You can do it, babe."
Jon could hardly breath; his breath was so ragged. His hands rubbed up and down, inching higher every time. The bleachy scent of Kevin's goo filled the air around Jon's face, consuming his brain like a wild fire. When he finally tried grabbing the cock and bringing it to his open mouth without having to say anything, Kevin grabbed Jon's wrists and held them down on the bed. Lifting his head off the pillow, Jon stuck his pink tongue out, trying to lick his god's cock.
"Girl's hungry for it... All you have to do is say it, Jon..." Kevin taunted.
Suddenly, Jon yelled--fed up and angry. "Okay! I'm your bitch! There?? Are you happy?? Now, give me your fucking cock!"
Kevin chuckled, "Well, you forgot one part." Jon's eyes--flashing with anger--searched side-to-side, trying to remember what he'd just been instructed, but Kevin saved him, prompting, "to use..."
"To use any goddamned way you want! There?? Happy??" Having been pushed emotionally too far that day--first, by Brad and now, Kevin--Jon's voice broke on the word `happy', and he began crying--ashamed at what he'd been driven to admit.
Kevin lifted his knee over Jon and laid down, pulling the blonde jock into his arms, where he cried on Kevin's shoulder, while the dark-haired Adonis rubbed his back. The master of manipulation and seduction whispered into the soft, blonde hair, "It's okay, bro... I'm sure you're not the first dude to turn gay for me. I just wasn't aware of the others. I'm gonna give you everything you need. I'll teach you how to be a first-class faggot...then a-l-l the dudes will want a crack at your hot ass." Kevin slid his hand down the small of Jon's back and up onto the smooth, hard glute, squeezing it. "F-u-c-k m-e..." he purred, closing his eyes, thinking. "But until then, you're gonna be m-y whore. Aren't you, bro? You gonna be Kev's fuckin' whore?"
Jon nodded into Kevin's shoulder, whispering, "Yeah..."
"I'll figure out how to keep Brad and Taylor off your tail. It won't be easy, though, so I'll need a lot of ...inspiration ...a lot of commitment from you. Understand? But it'll be worth it, having those thugs off your back. Won't it?"
Jon thought he understood, assuming this meant sucking Kevin off and letting the stud fuck him whenever he felt like it. While he agreed Brad was a thug, Jon didn't necessarily agree Taylor was one also, however, he kept silent on the subject, realizing he'd need help, getting Brad off his back. So, again, Jon answered, "Yeah..."
It was a weird situation for Kevin, laying there with Jon's big cock rubbing up against his own--weird but oddly erotic, as the dark-haired stud marked his territory, rubbing goo across Jon's abs. Kevin was a-l-w-a-y-s ready for sex, but with his hand groping Jon's hard, round butt and his nose digging through his bro's hair, inhaling Jon's alluring scent, he didn't think he could hold-back much longer. He rolled over on his back, and weaving his fingers in Jon's long hair, he pushed the boy's head down until his lips laid over his left pec. "Suck my tits, bitch... Suck `em good," Kevin ordered.
While Jon had sucked several girls' breasts, he, of course, had never sucked another dude's nipple--the thought of which caused Jon to hesitate for just a second, realizing he was crossing yet another line. This was Kevin, though, and the pause lasted only a second before Jon's wet tongue lapped across the small, flat areola, tasting someone for whom he'd long had strong feelings. Surrounding the nipple with his wet lips, Jon alternately sucked and licked it, as Kevin arched his back, moaning. For Kevin, it almost felt like being with a chick--what with Jon's long, soft, blonde hair dancing and sliding on his chest, as he hungrily nursed first one tit then the other, dragging his wet tongue across Kevin's muscular chest.
As he sucked the small areolas, Jon slid his hand down Kevin's abs until his fingers were deep in his bro's thick pubes. Their luxuriant softness only seemed to fuel Jon's nursing--his face wet from his own slobber. When his hand slid further down, cupping and fondling Kevin's big balls, the dark-haired stud moaned loudly, pushing Jon's head down his abs until he felt his cockhead swallowed by his friend's hot, wet mouth. "O-h-h-h, fuck y-o-u!! S-u-c-k my cock! O-h-h-h, fuck!" Kevin moaned--shocked by Jon's skill and apparent hunger, as the blonde jock's thick tongue swirled around the big cockhead, savoring Kevin's thick, sweet cream. "O-h-h-h, you're a hungry bitch, aren't you, Jon??" The former All-State baseball champ moaned around the cock, sliding its head into the tight opening of his throat--his tongue massaging the base of shaft. With Jon's moan vibrating around his cock, Kevin shuddered and tried cooling his jets, whispering to himself, "O-o-o-o, deep breaths... deep breaths..."
Jon began bobbing on the cock he gripped in his hand, taking three- and four inches inside his hot, tight throat, causing Kevin to writhe and moan on the bed--his eyes rolling in his head. Kevin had received hundreds of blowjobs...from very hungry girls, but this one...this one...was by f-a-r the best one he'd ever had! As experienced as he was, the dark-haired stud's cock had never seen the inside of anyone's throat, and Jon did it with such ease!
With his balls quickly pulling up against his scrotum and Kevin wanting to prolong this fantastic blowjob, he needed something else on which to concentrate. "Get that pussy up here," he moaned. "Turn around and get it up here, dude! ...now!" Jon pivoted around, raised his leg over Kevin, and planted his knee on the other side of his bro's arm. In doing so, the base of Jon's cock and his balls hovered immediately above the dark-haired stud's face--a mere 3". The All-State champ's warm, sweet scent filled Kevin's brain, and he wrapped his biceps around Jon's hard, round butt, pulling it down. Kevin's mind reeled with his nose in the ash blonde pubes--his brain saying `pussy' when, of course, it was otherwise.
Kevin mindlessly lapped his long, wet tongue through the blonde muff, moaning, squeezing Jon's round glutes. His brain was lost in a dense fog, and he couldn't form words--only long, deep moans. The hot, buff jock truly didn't know who or where he was, as he lapped at the base of Jon's cock before dragging his tongue across the handsome boy's big balls.
When Jon first felt Kevin's hot breath in his pubes followed by the stud's talented tongue, the blonde jock felt an electric current shoot through his body, from his balls to his brain, throwing his sucking action into overdrive. Jon moaned constantly around the meat inside his throat--bobbing and twisting his head further down Kevin's prize cock.
With one of Jon's balls inside his mouth, Kevin's phone started ringing, abruptly lifting the thick fog around the dark-haired stud's head. Naturally, he had no intention of getting out of bed and fishing through his jeans to answer it, but the noise served to bring Kevin to his senses. Spitting the orb from his mouth, Kevin pushed the blonde jock off him, yelling, "Get off me, faggot! Get off my fucking cock! I don't know what you think you're doing--sticking your dick in my face!" Kevin was clearly flustered, as he jumped off the bed, grabbing a pillow--trying to remember what happened. "Turn around on the bed, bitch!" He shook his head, trying to clear it. Kevin wasn't so much mad at Jon as he was himself, but he couldn't get too mad, considering it was the best, fuckin' blowjob he'd ever had! "Lay on your stomach," he muttered.
When Jon rolled over, presenting his amazing, hard, round butt, Kevin's mouth hung open, dry. How the fuck he was going to be able to control himself, Kevin wondered. Half whispering, Kevin groaned, "H-o-l-y...fu..." He paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, "Holy fuck..." Kevin stood silent a minute, staring at Jon's beauty, noting the line of his back--how sloped downward, dipping at the small of the back before curving upward over the smooth, round globes. Jon's body was, indeed, a beautiful work of art. Kevin swallowed again before leaning over and telling Jon to raise his ass, shoving the pillow beneath, and just that simple act--due to its proximity--made the dark-haired stud feel light-headed and faint.
Kevin grabbed the lube from the nightstand, walked to the foot of the bed, and spread Jon's legs further apart. Throwing the lube on the bed, the buff stud crawled between his bro's legs and stated flatly, "This cunt is mine alone. You hear me??"
Quietly, Jon answered, "Yes."
"No one else gets this cunt--no one." In each of his large hands, Kevin grabbed a hard glute, gently spreading them apart. Nestled down between the two globes was, by far, the prettiest pussy Kevin had ever seen: smooth, pale pink, and so small and delicate-looking. Rubbing the pad of his index finger over the little star, it winked back, drawing Kevin's handsome face downward over it. He kissed the rosebud--gently at first, then more passionately, lapping his wet tongue across it over-and-over again. The dark-haired Adonis lapped across Jon's taint, he licked the inside curve of the buttocks, and holding the glutes apart, he repeatedly drew his wet tongue up the narrow valley between the two, great globes.
Having never had a tongue on his sweet rosebud, Jon gasped, grabbing clumps of the bedding in his fists. "Wh-wh-what are you... Oh, g-o-d! Wh-wh-what... O-h-h-h, f-u-c-k!" Jon's deep blue eyes rolled in his head, as he moaned and thrashed on the bed, spreading his legs further apart, pushing his ass back--wanting more ...deeper. When he wasn't moaning incoherently, the blonde jock thrashed his head on the bed, repeatedly whimpering `oh, god... oh, fuck'.
Using his fingers, Kevin pulled the tiny lips apart, sucking the little hole and probing his tongue deep inside the tight passage. This was the best, fuckin' pussy he'd ever eaten! ...or so Kevin's brain told him. The ripped, muscular jock simply couldn't get enough of Jon's pussy! A steady stream of his saliva ran downward, across Jon's taint and over the backs of his balls before dripping down on the pillow below.
When Kevin finally raised his handsome face, the area around his nose and mouth glistened with his own saliva. Looking and acting like a lion defending its kill, his eyes were heavily lidded, his nostrils flared, and his lips arched in a sneer. The broad-shouldered stud reached for the lube, coated his finger, and pressed it forcefully into the pink rosebud. Jon raised up slightly, groaning--a sound that turned into a weak whimper as the long finger grazed over the top of the hard nut inside him. Kevin leaned forward with his hand in the center of Jon's back, pushing him back down, while he turned and twisted the finger inside the buff jock's squeezing ass. When his whimpers changed to low moans, Kevin pulled the digit from the little hole and liberally coated two fingers, working them both inside Jon--twisting, turning, and fucking them in-and-out the tight, little cunt. The All-State baseball champ alternated between moaning and whining as the long fingers fucked his hard nut, and soon, he was pushing back, needing the digits deeper inside his hungry hole ... which is exactly where the ripped, muscle jock wanted Jon.
Kevin pulled his fingers from the sweet, little rosebud and climbed off the bed. Jon was dazed, wondering, first, where the missing fingers had gone and, second, why had Kevin climbed off the bed. He turned his head to see Kevin's awesome naked body walking away, across the room--his smooth, plumb glutes nearly as big as Jon's. Grabbing the roll of paper towels off the top of Jon's fridge, Kevin tore several off and proceeded to wipe his hands dry. Then he walked back to the side of the bed, where his clothes laid in a heap and began putting his briefs on.
"Ummm... Ummm..." Jon started, not knowing what to say, not understanding what was happening.
Kevin pulled on his jeans. "Do you need something, girl??"
"Ummm... Ar-are you leaving?" Jon asked, completely puzzled.
"Kinda looks like it," Kevin asked nonchalantly.
"D-d-did I say something?" the blonde jock asked.
With his shirt in his hand, Kevin looked up at Jon, blank-faced. "It's not that you said something; it's that you didn't say something." (This was an old trick of Kevin's: `make `em beg for it'.)
"Wh-wh-what was I supposed to say?" Jon asked, afraid the stud was leaving.
Kevin jerked his head back, as though he couldn't believe Jon was that clueless. "Look Jon... I don't fuck anyone unless I know they want it ... unless they fuckin' say it. I've spent the last 10 minutes finger-fucking your cunt, so you've had plenty of time. It looks to me like you just don't want it at all."
"W-w-wait..." Jon began, trying to buy time, as he certainly didn't want to say it out loud.
"W-h-a-t, Jon??" Kevin replied hatefully.
The All-State baseball champ couldn't have looked more beautiful, laying nude on the bed with his awesome ass propped up on the pillow. A blush covered his pale cheeks, as looked down at the bed, whispering, "Please don't... don't make me say it."
Kevin popped the buttons of his jeans open--his hard, 9" cock bouncing free of its confines--and stepping back to the side of the bed, the stud-god grabbed two fistfuls of Jon's long, blonde hair and pulled his angelic face into his pubes, quietly holding it there for around two minutes. During which time, after about a minute, Jon reached out, holding and rubbing the backs of Kevin's muscular thighs--moaning in low tones--and after another few seconds, the All-State champ was licking his bro's lush pubes, in heat. With one hand, the buff, dark-haired stud slid his fingers through his bro's long, blonde hair, cupping the back of the jock's head and holding it against his groin. Releasing his other hand, Kevin dug his phone from his pocket, turning the camera on Jon. Speaking slowly and seductively in low tones, Kevin taunted the blonde stud, "W-h-a-t do you want, Jon?? Stop fucking around with me; you're hurting my feelings."
Jon's reply was muffled but distinguishable. "I want your cock, Kevin."
"How badly do you want it, baby??" Kevin taunted.
Jon sounded drugged, moaning his response, "Badly, Kev..."
A thick drop of cum dropped from Kevin's big cock down into white-blonde hair. "Where do you want it baby??"
Jon moaned loudly--delirious on his friend's scent. "I want your cock deep inside my ass, Kev..." Kevin released the back of Jon's head, and the blonde jock looked upward longingly into his stud-bro's eyes. However, that look was short-lived, turning to fear, as he saw the phone pointed directly into his face. "Whoa!! What are you doing?? Put that thing away!!"
"Don't worry, Jon: this is just for my protection," Kevin lied. "You see, you've been lying to me all along about not being gay--despite the fact you were just moaning like a fuckin' fag-dog in heat just a minute ago. You make up all these stories about how Brad `forced' you ...about how he `drugged' you. How am I supposed to know you won't go to the cops, saying I raped you! Now, apologize to me for lying to your best friend!"
Jon crawled back into position, and looking up at his friend--his deep blue eyes pleading for understanding--the blonde jock replied, "I didn't know, Kev--I still don't know what I am. Please, I'm sorry I didn't come to you after Brad...did what he did."
"You've been jonesing for my cock for the past year and a half, haven't you?? Haven't you??" Kevin pressed.
Jon looked down at the bed, blushing. "I don't know... maybe..."
"Bullshit, motherfucker!! Before we met that night at the Rush party, you kept looking at me! I remember! I thought to myself, `Surely, this guy's no faggot--not looking so buff and all', but, dude, I was w-r-o-n-g! ...so wrong! You wanted to suck my cock that night, admit it!!" Kevin humiliated his friend.
Jon remembered that night again, blushing, looking down. "Maybe I thought you were very handsome, yeah... Will you please turn off that phone?"
"No!!" Kevin asserted. "I will not turn it off yet! I wanna have something to r-e-m-i-n-d you what a goddamned faggot you are! Now, did you check me out that night?? Did you scope my cock out??"
"I-I-I don't know, Kevin. Please? Do we have to go through this??" Jon begged.
"Okay, we'll simplify it..." Kevin replied, lowering his voice, jacking on his big cock. "Looking back on it, don't you wish you'd have led me down through the bushes by the creek, got on your fucking knees, and sucked my big cock then?? Just think! I could've been giving you what you need this whole fucking time!" Kevin chuckled, still jacking on his glistening, big cock. Jon couldn't stop himself from staring at the beautiful cock, as the scent of Kevin's cum wafted into his nose. "Answer me... Don't you wish you'd have got on your knees and sucked my cock in the bushes that night? ...swallowing my thick cum ...then begging me to fuck you that night in the bushes??"
"Yeah, maybe..." Jon looked at the bed, ashamed.
"Come again?" Kevin pressed.
"Yeah, okay!" Jon broke, "I wish I'd have fucking sucked your big cock that night! ...let you f-u-c-k me in the bushes! Why not? There?? Are you happy??"
Kevin let it hang in the air a minute before seductively running his fingers through his dense pubes and asking, "Do you mean it, though, Jon?"
Frustrated and part-angry, Jon let out the truth. "Yes, I admit it. I've perved on you for a long time, Kev! All those times you humped my butt?... Guess what? You made me so fuckin' hard and light-headed, feeling your big cock grinding against my ass. Now...bash my face in! I don't care."
"One last thing..." Kevin pushed further, "Who's hotter, Brad or me?"
"I fucking hate Brad! Okay??" Jon's eyes flashed, looking Kevin directly in the eyes for the first time.
"That's not the question, queer. I asked you who's hotter?" Kevin persisted.
"Fuck!" Jon shook his head, exasperated, "You are, Kevin! ...way hotter!"
The dark-haired stud smiled--his dimples accentuating his mouth. Kevin turned his phone off, put it back in his pocket, and slithered out of his jeans, putting on a bit of a show for his worked-friend. Leaning over the bed, he grabbed Jon's Nordic face, spelling out the rules. "I o-w-n your cunt, Jon--not Brad, not Taylor, and not anyone else. In public, we're buds; in private, you're my fucking whore, and you will fucking worship me. Do you understand?" Jon nodded, wanting to kiss those full lips, mere inches from his own. The ripped jock then gave Jon his most important rule. "I don't care what it takes: you keep e-v-e-r-y-one out of your cunt. It's mine alone. Got it??"
Jon nodded, whispering, "Yes" into the pubes.
Kevin released his hold and climbed back on the bed, positioning himself behind the blonde stud's a-w-e-s-o-m-e butt. Spreading Jon's legs further apart, Kevin coated his hard cock with lube and lined it up to the tiny, pink rosebud, pressing hard against the tight ring. "Relax, Jon-Jon," Kevin purred. "You're in for a treat. Why do you think so many chicks come back for more, huh? Push back, why don't you? Try to meet me half-way."
Kevin didn't know the first thing about anal sex, but he'd inadvertently helped his own effort. His missile-shaped cockhead slipped inside the little rosebud, and Jon immediately regretted his choice. "No! No! Kev, get it out! Get it out!" He tried raising up on the bed, but Kevin's hand landed between his shoulder blades, pushing him back down.
"Sh-h-h..." Kevin murmured.
"No! No, Kev, it hurts like a mother-fucker!" Jon panicked. "You're too big!"
Kevin had on-and-off dreamt of doing this to a dude for years. After all, it wasn't gay to do the fucking (so he reasoned), and since he'd met Jon these fantasies had increased 1,000-fold. There was just something about his friend that made Kevin throw wood every fucking time he was around Jon! The dude didn't act or sound gay, and the blonde jock was the first to join a pick-up game of football in the back lawn at the PIKE house. What's more, Kevin knew for a fact his friend fucked chicks: in October of their Freshman, when they were rooming together at the PIKE house, Kevin accidentally walked in one time, while Jon was fucking some Zeta on top of his bed. (The vision of Jon's beautiful butt was forever seared on Kevin's brain, and it was this butt that sparked his alpha take-down fantasies.) So, despite Jon's pleas, there was no way in hell Kevin pull his cock from his hot friend's awesome, gorgeous ass...no way!! In fact, he poured more lube on his exposed shaft and shoved four, more inches inside the tight, lubed hole, moaning, "Oh-h-h, Mother of God...", as Jon's ass squeezed and spasmed around the invader. When Jon screamed, frantically begging him to take his cock out, Kevin shoved the remainder of his thick, 9" piece of meat inside the tight, wet cunt and laid down over Jon's warm, smooth back, throwing his hand over Jon's noisy mouth.
With his nose digging through Jon's long, blonde hair, Kevin cooed, "Sh-h-h, now... We're just gonna lay real still `til your cunt gets used to it, babe... You think you're the first cherry I've popped?" Kevin chuckled, unaware his bro, Chris, had already stolen this prize. A mixture of tears and slimy mucus rolled over his hand, as the dark-haired stud kissed Jon's ear and murmured soft reassurances. This was--by far--the hottest, tightest pussy Kevin had e-v-e-r ploughed ...which was saying a lot, considering the hot stud had lost count a long time ago. It felt to Kevin like his cock was connected to a human milking machine--the constant spasming and gripping of Jon's cunt around the hot stud's cock being so fantastic--and with each hot, wet squeeze and pull, Kevin's eyes rolled in his head. "O-o-o-o, Jon-Jon, you've got one f-i-n-e, fuckin' pussy, bro!!! ...the b-e-s-t ever!!! I may just move in here! ...it's t-h-a-t fuckin' good!! Would you like that, bro?? ...me moving in here ...fuckin' your hot cunt five times a day??"
With his ragged breath in Jon's ear, Kevin's voice was low and husky with just a little bite in it. "I want you to think about what's happening right now, Jon... You feel my pubes against your hot, fuckin' ass?? I've got my entire cock inside your new cunt, bro... This day marks the beginning of your new life, dude!! This is the date and time you l-o-s-t your fuckin' manhood! Isn't this sick, dude?? This is the day you let a r-e-a-l man fuck you ...in your most private area! Think about it, dude!!" Kevin chuckled. "This is the day you became something less than even a woman, Jon! They get fucked, because they're sup-posed to ... but y-o-u... you're sucking c-o-c-k and getting f-u-c-k-e-d in the ass, because you're a fuckin' freak, dude! From now on, every fuckin' day, for the rest of your life, you'll remember this day as the day I--a `real man'--turned you into a cock-craving faggot. Isn't this sick, dude??" Kevin purred. "And, b-r-o... your new cunt is milkin' my cock like a fuckin' dairy cow! You're so hot and wet and tight, dude... I'm gonna be living in your pussy, Jon!"
Although the little rosebud still burned like a motherfucker, Jon's pain had, in fact, diminished considerably. He'd stopped trying to scream, but the hot jock still convulsed with tears--not so much for the pain anymore, as for the words being whispered by his best friend. Indeed, the All-State baseball champ did feel Kevin's soft pubes against his hard, round butt ...and he also felt his stud bro's balls against his own. Kevin was right: he was a fuckin' freak ...but he was a fuckin' freak with very strong feelings toward the man laying claim to his body now--repressed feelings. Jon wept, hearing Kevin telling him he was no longer a man...calling him a cock-craving faggot. Then, he heard magical words--words that, while not appropriate for straight dudes, gave Jon hope.
"You know, Jon, you're one hot babe, I've gotta tell you." Kevin's wet tongue pushed its way through the hair over Jon's ear, licking and probing it. "I've wanted up in you since the night we met. I've even dreamt of fucking your hot ass. Nothing, though, compares to this, girl." Kevin felt Jon's stress and resistance gradually leaving his body, and the dude was no longer trying to scream--just crying. Kevin pulled his hand away from Jon's mouth and wiped it on the sheets. He pushed Jon's face sideways against the bed and pulled the long blonde hair off the dude's face. Then, the dark-haired stud slowly began rotating his round butt, stirring Jon's pussy.
Between sobs, Jon whimpered, "Please... go slow, Kevin..."
Kevin ignored the plea, licking the side of Jon's handsome face--from his chin, over his cheek, to his temple--swallowing the bro's salt and snot. "Even when you cry, you still look beautiful, Jon-Jon ...fuckin' beautiful," Kevin murmured--his tongue now probing Jon's ear. Kevin's hands slipped under the blonde stud's chest, squeezing his hard pecs. "You wanna be my pretty girl, stud?? ...Let me ride this pussy any time I want??" Jon grimaced in pain as Kevin raised his round ass, slowly pulling his cock back until just its missile-shaped head remained inside the warm hole. "Huh, babe?? You gonna let me tap this pussy any time I want??"
With his eyes pressed tightly shut for the onslaught he knew was inevitable, Jon sentenced himself, saying in less than a whisper, "Yeah..."
With his lips on Jon's ear, Kevin cooed, "I can't hear you, babe," slowly pushing the full length of his cock back inside the tight glove of the cunt.
"Ow-w-w... O-h-h-h, slowly, slowly," Jon whined--his eyes squinted shut in pain, as beads of sweat appeared almost instantly across his flushed, furrowed brow. "Y-y-yeah, Kevin... any t-t-time. O-o-o-o, s-l-o-w-l-y, p-l-e-a-s-e, Kevin," Jon groaned.
If Jon would answer `yes' when he was in such pain, Kevin knew he `owned' Jon--that the blonde jock would do a-n-y-thing for him. A hot feeling he'd never quite felt before flushed through his system, as he licked down Jon's neck--hair on his tongue--to its crook, where he sucked and bit, marking his territory, tasting the salt on his frat bro's skin and the metallic taste of blood. Kevin's beautiful, round ass rose and fell with increased speed, as he became addicted to the intense pleasures of Jon's tight, squeezing cunt.
As he did so, Kevin's big cock rubbed back-and-forth over the top of the hard nut deep inside, and gradually...Jon's groans and whimpers turned to heavy breathing and low moans. The two studs were as one unit--with Kevin's slick, sweaty chest across Jon's smooth back--the dark-haired stud's hands groping the blonde's solid pecs. Increasing Jon began pushing his hard, round butt up, trying to catch the retreating cock giving him such intense pleasure--moaning deeply like some cheerleader in the backseat of a car.
Kevin slobbered over Jon's ear, huskily whispering one nasty comment after another. "Yeah, buddy?? Yeah?? You gettin' into this, huh?? You like ole Kevin now?? Are you Kev's fuckin' b-i-t-c-h now, huh?? Huh??"
Jon's eyes rolled in his head, as his own big, leaky cock humped the pillow with every downward fuck from his best bro. "Oh-h-h, yeah, Kev!" the blonde stud moaned, "I'm your bitch... Unh-h-h... Oh-h-h... Fuck!"
From the blue, Kevin bent his face next to Jon's and stuck his long, thick tongue inside his friend's gaping, drooling mouth. An hour ago, Kevin would've decked you if you told him he'd be kissing another dude, yet now, he couldn't get enough of his buddy's hot, wet, moaning mouth--bruising his lips in a feeding frenzy. After sucking Jon's neck some more, the dark-haired stud slid his tongue back into his bro's ear, and, in time with his thrusts, Kevin reasserted his ownership, "This. is. my. cunt! No one else comes near it! Do. you. hear. me, faggot??"
"Yeah... yes... Unh-h-h, fuck!" Jon moaned, as his cock began shooting thick, white volleys of cum across the top of the pillow, over his abs, and onto the bedding beneath. The resulting violent spasms generated in the walls of the blonde stud's cunt squeezed and let go...squeezed and let go of the thick, 9" cock thrusting inside its warm wetness.
"Motherf..." Kevin started, as he began firing big globs of his fertile semen up inside his bro. "Ah-h-h, fuck! ... F-u-c-k you! ...fuckin' bitch!" The contracting fuck-shoot pushed the thick, white globs backward over the huge cock--Kevin's his eyes rolling in his head. With his groin now plastered against Jon's hard mounds, a thick mixture of lube and the big stud's cum pulsed outward, slipping between Jon's swollen, pink lips and the circumference of the thick cock wedged inside, caking Kevin's dark pubes white. The copious goo oozed downward over Kevin's big ballsack--tight against Jon's taint--where it clung to the end of hairs like melting snow before dropping to the bedding below. It oozed downward, too, from the blonde jock's taint, over Jon's tight balls and onto the pillow on which they were pressed, forming a heavy, wet puddle.
With sweat running from every pore on both frat bros' bodies, the bedding underneath was sopping wet. Both boys' hair clung to their foreheads, the sides of their faces, and their necks, as sweat continued running down their faces, and the smell of sex filled the room. While they fought to catch their breath, Kevin started in again, "Oh-h-h, Jon... d-u-d-e, you've got a top-of-the-line, Prime Choice pussy!" He dug his nose through the long, blonde hair on the back of Jon's head, inhaling the jock's scent. "Give me a couple of minutes," Kevin panted, "and I'll be ready to go again..."
* * * * * * * *
It was around 8:00 p.m. by the time Kevin left Jon's room. They'd fucked three times, and the sex was seriously the best Kevin had ever had ...which was saying a lot, considering his long-standing status as a Casanova. He was exhausted, as he walked out the front door of Jon's house--the zero-degree night air providing a rude awakening to the warmth he'd felt next to his sleeping bro. Had it been any other sexual escapade, Kevin would've been on top of the world, thrilled, and ready to brag to the world about it, but tonight was different. He was glad Jon had been asleep when he quietly slipped out of bed, dressed, and left his room, as Kevin was afraid his face reflected his revulsion.
He'd grown up the youngest child in a conservative, wealthy family, and Kevin's domineering father wasn't especially progressive--in fact, quite the opposite. Having three, older, high-achieving brothers, his father seemed overly critical of Kevin ...when he wasn't completely disinterested. The praise and joy Mr. Striklin took in his older sons was--for whatever reason--absent with his youngest, and Kevin longed for this acceptance.
As he made his way back to the PIKE house in the cold, Kevin was hopeful he wouldn't run into anyone; this time of evening, most were off studying somewhere--Bergman Hall, the Main Library, and so on. Kevin didn't feel like shooting-the-shit with anyone, being troubled by his time with Jon. He'd never understood fags, and those the dark-haired stud had known were revoltingly effeminate and flamboyant. They truly made him sick to his stomach. While neither he nor Jon were this way and while it wasn't his butthole that had been violated, four things had occurred, which disturbed and embarrassed the big jock. The first of these was the fact Kevin had sucked another dude's balls. Due to hazy effect on his brain resulting from Jon's seductive, intoxicating scent, Kevin couldn't remember whether it was both Jon's balls or just one, but it didn't really matter: having had one testicle in his mouth had crossed a line. Secondly, Kevin had kissed another dude--not just once during the first fuck, but multiple times thereafter. Before, during, and after the third fuck, which was face-to-face--missionary position--the kissing had been almost non-stop, leaving both their lips bruised and swollen (though Jon's was more so). What's more, Kevin initiated it, craving the blonde stud's wet tongue--unable to get enough.
The third and fourth things about his sex with Jon were more `epiphanies' than specific things that had happened, and these realizations were far more unsettling for Kevin. The first of these epiphanies was the fact he found the sex with Jon had been fucking amazing! ...completely unlike all the sex Kevin had before--in so many ways. Firstly, while all the girls Kevin had fucked were slender, every one of them had been soft, smooth, and squishy. Secondly, you couldn't be rough with chicks or force sex on them. Thirdly, sex with these girls required an extraordinary amount effort and, in the end, was simply transactional. More often than not, you had to go out of your way, being nice to these babes, using all your skills of flattery and seduction while making insane declarations of love and devotion. Failing to do any one of these things with girls risked (what felt like) a psychotic backlash, and all this seemed like so much trouble for so little benefit.
Comparing his experience with girls to that which he'd just had with Jon was like night and day--not necessarily better, but certainly vastly different and, in many ways, more erotic. Jon's body was all hard muscle--pecs, abs, biceps, delts, and--best of all--those awesome, beautiful, round glutes! You could fuckin' bounce silver dollars off that ass! Also, while Jon's body was certainly smooth, his forearms and calves had a light covering of fine, blonde hairs, and, when Jon had his arms wrapped around Kevin's back or their legs intertwined, the dark-haired stud felt a certain thrill doing something considered so taboo by his family and the social circles in which he ran. Lastly, Kevin found it intensely erotic manhandling another hard jock, giving him a rush like nothing he'd experienced before. To Kevin, it felt better than beating another dude up, because you were, in effect, turning him into a woman for life! While sitting on the front porch swing earlier, Kevin fumed and planned to beat the shit out of Jon. Things hadn't worked out like that, but the dark-haired stud felt greater satisfaction.
Of his fourth `epiphany', Kevin was way too disturbed to consider. Every few seconds, the associated thoughts popped into his consciousness, and every time, Kevin pushed them down. These thoughts angered the hot Adonis, making him want to beat the fuck out of someone. Therefore, instead of experiencing the pleasure and satisfaction of the event--as Kevin would have with any sorority girl--he, overall, felt angry and depressed.
The big stud entered his room at the frat house, grateful to find his roommates were both out, and getting out of his clothes, Kevin made his way down to the bathroom to take a nice, long shower. The warm water pulsing over his head and shoulders, cascading down his h-o-t, soapy body may have served to remove the winter chill and after-sex from his body, but it didn't stop his troubled thoughts. Considering Brad and Taylor knew Jon was a fag, it was a distinct possibility others knew or suspected as much. Perhaps, then, it would be best to put some distance between he and Jon--a thought that made Kevin feel both sick and intensely sad, considering they were best friends. Still, it was imperative to Kevin that his name be kept out of any potential faggot rumors, and he'd discovered, living in the PIKE house, that guys were as bad as girls, when it came to gossiping. Besides, it might be the case the more he hung around Jon, the greater the risk that faggot shit would--somehow--rub-off on him. After all, Kevin was already on-the-bone, recalling Jon's tight, spasming pussy, which truly had been his best fuck ever. `See??' Kevin admonished himself, `You've got to break it off or Jon's will be the only pussy you'll wanna fuck..."
Kevin dried himself off, walked back to his room, and crawled into bed, depressed.
* * * * * * * *
Brad had missed dinner at the house that night, having gone to a study group meeting instead. Hungry, he'd dropped his books off at the house and gone to the pizza joint downtown--right next to campus. As he walked into the pizza joint, the star quarterback was relieved to find not only were there few customers but also were there none there he recognized. Having taken a seat in a corner booth, he waited nearly 10 minutes for someone to wait on him, so by the time the waiter approached, Brad was quite irritable, snapping, "Took you long enough. It's not like it's busy in here." The young waiter, Caleb Sprouse, a 16-year-old high school lacrosse star, apologized but stood staring at the quarterback's broad shoulders and pecs--clearly admiring the Adonis' physical beauty. Of course, this did nothing to calm the handsome stud, snapping again, "Are you gonna take my order or stare at me??" The young lacrosse star apologized twice more, taking Brad's order and leaving him alone.
Ten minutes later, the young kid brought Brad his pizza, smiling shyly and flashing his dimples at the handsome, Pro-bound stud. There was no doubt Caleb was a hot teenager, having the physique of jock--muscular arms and toned body--and his small, round butt looked pretty hot in his tight slacks. The kid kept his light brown hair short, with the exception of his bangs which frequently fell into his shiny, brown eyes. Having brought Brad his pizza, Caleb quickly left before the hateful jock could take another chunk out of him.
After eating only two slices, Brad lost his appetite, leaving the bulk of the large pizza on the table. A young girl brought him his check, he paid, and on the way out, Brad slipped into the restroom to take a piss. Thirty seconds after he'd approached the urinal and hauled his cock out, Caleb walked in--now wearing street clothes, having just finished his shift. As their eyes met, the 16-year-old lacrosse star blushed and smiled brightly, thanking Brad--in his naturally raspy voice--for his generous tip. The quarterback grunted, looking back at the wall, as Caleb stepped to the only other urinal, next to the big jock. Standing 6' 4", Brad was a giant, compared to the teen's 5' 9", and from the corner of his eye, the sexy quarterback could see the hot kid pushing his bangs out of his eyes while trying to check the giant stud out. An odd, other-worldly feeling flushed over Brad, as he found himself taking a step back and switching hands holding his cock--providing full viewing access to his hardening 13" cock. The few moments of silence that followed was broken by Caleb's sexy, raspy voice, asking Brad if there had been anything wrong with his pizza, mentioning the quarterback had eaten very little and not asked for a box. Brad casually put his junk away, grabbed teenager's arm, and drug him back to the far stall.
"W-w-what are you doing??" Caleb stammered. His raspy voice, however, lacked the fear it should have, and Brad also noted the boy hadn't told him to stop nor had he yelled for help. Three months earlier, another lacrosse player on the team--a Senior and a good friend of his older brother--had turned the hot 16-year-old out, and, although Caleb had a girlfriend, he quickly became addicted to the older boy's cock. Naturally, it was all on the downlow between the two teenagers--both continuing to date their respective girlfriends--however, Caleb found it difficult at times to keep his eyes from wandering ...and tonight was one such time.
Inside the stall, Brad threw the latch locking the door and popped open the buttons on his jeans. Caleb shook like a leaf against the wall--his teeth chattering uncontrollably, unsure which way this encounter was heading--and because he'd been yanked from the urinal, the teen jock had to hold on to his jeans to keep them from falling to the floor. "W-w-what d-d-do you w-w-want??" he asked.
Brad pushed his jeans and briefs down, over his butt. "The question is, what does a little faggot like you want?? You've been eating me up since I walked through the door tonight--all but drooling over me! F-u-c-k, I'm surprised you didn't crawl under the table and suck my cock then!" Brad wrapped his hand around his thick shaft, jacking the mammoth cock, taunting, _"_Isn't t-h-i-s what you want, kid?? ...my big c-o-c-k??" The hot quarterback grabbed Caleb's wrist, pulling and holding his hand against the pubes at the base of his thick, hard erection.
"S-s-shouldn't we... M-m-maybe we should go to my car? W-w-we'll get caught here and everyone will find out about me," Caleb stammered--nervous as he'd been the first time...three months earlier.
Clearly, the 16-year-old hadn't recognized Brad, which the latter didn't know whether to take as an insult or a joke. Caleb's visible shaking reminded Brad of more than one virgin he'd taken, turning the 22-year-old jock on even more. "If you stare at other dudes like you stared at me, people are gonna find out soon enough, C-a-l-e-b." (Yeah, out in the dining area, Brad had bothered to notice and remember the boy's name badge.) As he unbuttoned his shirt, Brad asked, "How old are you anyway, kid?" Hearing the boy's age, the big jock shook his head while hanging his shirt on a coat hook, then he pulled the front of his white t-shirt over his head, hooking it on the back of his neck--showing off his pecs and six-pack abs.
Despite shaking like a leaf, Caleb's mouth hung open, staring at the Adonis' flawless body, and seeing the 16-year-old's mouth was level with his flat nipple, the older jock grabbed the back of the boy's head, pressing his face against his pec. "Suck my tits, kid." Caleb licked and sucked the flat, pink nipple, while the big hands gripped his head. Brad moaned, dragging the hot, wet, sucking mouth back-and-forth between nipples.
With Brad's continued moaning, the young lacrosse star relaxed enough to begin feeling the older stud's hot body, rubbing--as though to memorize--his awesome abs, pecs, and (even) biceps. When Caleb reached around feeling and rubbing Brad's back, the hot quarterback let go of the young jock's head, reaching around to knead his hard glutes. "You like my tits, boy??"
Caleb's sexy, raspy voice replied, "Yeah ... I like you a lot."
"Yeah?? Well, maybe you'd like some of this then." Brad raised his arm, and, grabbing a fistful of Caleb's hair, he shoved the boy's face into his armpit. Had anyone else tried this with him, Caleb would've kneed them in the nuts, but after the initial shock, he realized his Adonis didn't smell bad at all there. In fact, the young lacrosse star was rather turned-on by the somewhat degrading act, and soon Caleb began moaning into the pit, licking and swallowing its coarse, blonde hair. "Y-e-a-h, bitch! You're into that, are you??"
Licking and sucking, Caleb moaned, "Un-huh." Now, he would do anything for this dude ...and Brad knew it--not that it mattered one way or the other to him.
Realizing they didn't have much time, though, Brad pivoted the young jock around, sitting him on the toilet and announcing, "Showtime, cocksucker!" He pulled the teen's face into his pubes and the effect on the teen jock was immediate. Caleb grabbed onto the older jock's large, hard glutes, pulling Brad closer--moaning and digging his nose through the dense, musky pubes.
As Caleb licked up the length of the 13" cock toward his prize, a man and his teenage son entered the restroom--both approaching the urinals, bantering back-and-forth about a basketball game. Brad pushed the kid's forehead back and bent down, grabbing Caleb's legs and lifting them up. The 16-year-old's eyes were wide with fear, and as the dad and son continued talking at the urinal, Caleb's eyes grew even bigger, recognizing the son's voice. He looked up at Brad, mouthing, `I know'--his eyes filling with tears of fright, but the older jock glared back, shaking his head.
Outside the stall, while the dad continued at the urinal, Caleb's classmate, Finn Michelsen, now stood washing his hands at the sink, admiring himself in the mirror...across the room from the occupied stall. Inside the stall, Brad's jeans and briefs fell down his long legs, puddling around his shoes. Distracted, he accidentally dropped one of Caleb's legs, quickly leaning down to grab and lift it up again. The basins were far enough across the room and at such an angle that Finn happened to see the entire thing. Due to the weight of Brad's wallet, iPhone, and keys, he'd heard the `plop' sound the jeans made hitting the floor, which caused Finn's eyes to shift in the mirror, catching sight of Brad's dilemma. Then, of course, he saw Caleb's foot hit the floor and the big hand reaching down to lift it back up.
Meanwhile, inside the stall, Brad's humongous cock pointed straight at Caleb's mouth--less than an inch away--and the scent and lure of the clear bubble at the eye of the massive cockhead began having its effect on the 16-year-old. Caleb's eyelids grew heavy, and his nostrils flared, as he began rubbing the older jock's hairy, muscular thighs. Brad glared, shaking his head `no', but teen jock was too intoxicated, grabbing the thick, heavy shaft and drawing his wet tongue over the juicy cockhead. Brad stifled a moan, regretting he'd been so stupid.
Outside the stall, Finn contemplated. He'd had heard stories like this but hadn't believed them...until now. As he shifted to the air-dryer on the wall in front of the occupied stall, his dad--now finished at the urinal--washed his hands at the basin at the opposite end of the counter nearest the door. The dad continued yammering about the game, shouting over the air-dryer on the opposite wall, while Finn casually walked toward the stall before curving toward his dad and the door. During this slow `arch' passed the stall, the 17-year-old looked through the 4" gap between the wall and the stall, verifying it had by two, unidentifiable occupants...having definitively seen a form also sitting on the toilet with his legs being held up. As Finn followed his dad out through the restroom door, he stopped, mumbling to his dad, embarrassed, "You know, I think I need to take a dump too."
"Well, go on then. I'll go out and get the car warmed-up," his dad replied, leaving 17-year-old `alone' inside the restroom.
The air-dryers stopped, leaving the room in silence ...all, save the sucking sounds and low moans coming from Caleb in the far stall. Finn was extremely popular, being an incredibly hot, outgoing, jock--a star player on both the soccer and baseball fields ...and afraid of nothing. At 5' 11", 155 lbs., the muscular stud was strikingly handsome, having short, light-brown hair, gray eyes, and big dimples that served to accentuate his bright, perfect smile. Finn had already scored with four girls and a Senior soccer player, who he'd seduced, taking the dude's cherry. Like all 17-year-olds, the hot stud was ready for action on a moment's notice, and his oversized, 10" cock throbbed inside his jeans, as he quietly slipped inside the adjacent stall, carefully lifting the toilet seat and standing on the porcelain bowl. Tapping the camera icon on his phone, Finn cautiously peered over the partition and was blown away by the sight of no less than star quarterback, Brad van der Meer, getting his cocked sucked by an unknown someone.
Noticing the movement above, Brad looked up--his heart sinking, feeling for sure he'd puke any second. Jumping down, Finn ran around to the occupied stall door, pounding violently, harshly whispering, "Open the fucking door! I don't have much time!" Finn wanted a little action from the hot quarterback inside! Everything happened at once. Caleb tried getting up, but Brad pushed him back and reached around, flipping the latch--feeling certain he'd lose his pizza any second.
When Finn entered, his mouth hit the floor, and his eyes bulged. "Fuckin' Caleb Sprouse???" he yelled louder than he should've. Dropping his voice again, he went on, "No fuckin' way!!! Dude, I can't believe you're a pole-greaser!!!" Then, looking at Brad, Finn added, "And I can't believe you're a fuckin' pedophile!!!" Popping the buttons on his jeans, Finn hauled out his man-sized cock--hard, ready for action. While the teen jocks knew each other and had friends in common, they hadn't been friends...until now. Tears ran down Caleb's sweet face--still unaware of whose cock he'd been sucking. His life was over, Caleb thought. Finn took the opportunity to stick another knife in the younger jock, adding, "I guess we can share Ashley now, huh?? Although once she has this," Finn jacked his huge cock, "she probably won't be wanting yours anymore ... cocksucker!" Being 5" shorter and fearless, Finn looked up into Brad's stoic face, excitedly asking, "So the university's star quarterback likes a little man-on-man action, huh??" Wriggling his eyebrows and nodding down to his cock, the 17-year-old added, "You like a little backdoor action too??"
Hearing this, Caleb's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open, looking up at the big dude, whose cock he'd been smoking. `Of course!! I thought he looked familiar!!' Finn, though, was clearly running the show, so Caleb kept still.
Fuming, Brad pushed Finn against the wall, yelling, "Go fuck yourself!"
That's all he got out though, as Finn knew he had the upper hand. Though much smaller, the hot, muscular teen jock pushed a surprised Brad back against the partition, grabbing his wrist and pressing Brad's hand against his big cock. "You forget who has the video of you molesting poor, little Caleb here!! ...faggot!!! Wonder how the draft picks will go for you with ESPN getting that little video, huh?? Now, be a good cunt and jack my big cock before I start screaming for help!"
With his jeans and briefs still around his feet and in the position in which he found himself, Brad had no choice but to comply, wrapping his hand around the warm, thick meat.
"That's it, Brad..." Finn purred, "M-i-l-k my b-i-g cock!" Finn leaned forward, placing his warm, wet lips over Brad's large, pink nipple, sensuously licking and sucking it.
Brad's mind reeled: the kid knew how to use mouth for sure, but the big quarterback knew he was in such deep shit with these two, hot, teenage jock-boys. Finn's hot cock leaked its sticky goo, which now coated Brad's hand. As the teen stud moved to Brad's other nipple, the older jock heard himself moaning lowly and rubbing the kid's back in addition to jacking the boy's log.
Pulling off the big stud's tit, Finn ordered the older jock, "Now! lick your fuckin' hand clean, sex offender! ...b-i-t-c-h!" There was something about this kid that Brad couldn't put his finger on. Normally, he'd have whaled on anyone calling him a bitch, but instead, Brad quietly complied, licking Finn's cum off his hand...and finding it rather hot. "Suck those fingers clean!" Finn added, and, reaching in his pocket, he pulled his phone out again, shoving it in Kevin's hand. "Don't even think of deleting that video. It's no-doubt already backed on my iCloud. Now, call your phone now! ...and I'd better hear it ring, if you know what's good for you! You and I are gonna become really good friends..."
Pivoting, he grabbed Caleb's head, growling, "I don't have all day! My old man's waiting outside, so s-u-c-k my cock ...before he comes lookin' for me!" He turned to Brad, laughing and sneering, "Wouldn't that be fun, Big Stuff??"
Caleb had been enjoying the live, hot porno, playing out before him--so much so he'd brought out his throbbing 7" to pull on. A budding cock-hound, the 16-year-old grabbed ahold of his classmate's big cock, drawing the juicy cockhead into his wet, eager mouth. Caleb closed his eyes, moaning--alternately swirling his tongue across the eye and sucking on the head--coaxing more of Finn's sweet seed into his mouth. "Jesus Christ! Who'd have guessed you're such a fuckin' fag!! I feel sorry for Ashley, dude!"
Meanwhile, Brad had a plan. It wasn't perfect--having its share of risky assumptions--and it required a certain degree of acting ability from the quarterback, though he'd played similar roles with many coeds over the years. Setting Finn's phone on top of the toilet paper dispenser, murmured, "Let me put my shirt on first. It's cold in here" (which, in fact, it was).
Finn was distracted. He hadn't anticipated Caleb's fuckin' awesome knob-job! The teen jock was a real cock-whore, giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had, but the 17-year-old didn't trust Brad. The scene was suddenly a bit chaotic, as Brad had already set the phone down and had one arm in a sleeve. Finn glared at the star quarterback, warning, "Well... well, hurry the fuck up!!"
Brad buttoned his shirt and edged in behind Finn--kissing his smooth neck and murmuring both shyly and seductively. "You know... it doesn't have to be like this. I mean, I think you're really hot..." Brad kissed in front of Finn's ear then kissed again, whispering, "You may not be... you know, gay, but if you'll please keep my secret, I'd like to get to know you better ...or, at least, have the chance make you feel good ...if you'll let me." Brad's wet, hungry lips moved over Finn's ear, kissing and licking it, while tucking his shirt in and buttoning his jeans. Continuing to sound both shy and sincere, Brad licked down the teen's neck, kissing the crook, whispering, "I don't have much experience, but, like I say, you're really hot.." Brad moved his mouth over Finn's ear. "Maybe you would show me some things ...if you'll please be gentle ...and please keep my secret..."
Finn was close to losing it. He had the hotshot quarterback's wet tongue probing his ear and about 5" inches of cock inside Caleb's hot mouth and fucking amazing hot throat. Panting, Finn answered, "Yeah, dude... whatever, yeah... just call your number, so I'll have it..."
Finn had his hands in Caleb's hair when Brad handed him the phone, quietly saying, "Bro, it's locked again..." Standing directly behind the young stud, he watched, as Finn unlocked his phone. The passcode was 428602.
Finn passed his phone back to Brad, panting, "Okay, call your number, dude..."
Brad stepped back, grabbed his coat, and bolted out the stall. He rushed out the restroom with the sound of Finn shouting, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Hustling out the pizza joint, the quarterback went into a sprint--his coat in one hand, Finn's phone in the other. Finn's father sat in his car, smoking, nearly a block away in the opposite direction, completely oblivious to the trouble. Brad ran a block and half in the freezing cold to a dark churchyard, where giant trees stood bare and frozen in the snow. Tromping through the snow, Brad made his way through the shadows to a stone bench in the back, where he stuck the kid's phone in his pocket and bundled up in his coat.
Digging Finn's phone back out, Brad keyed-in the magic passcode. `Stupid, kid...' he thought, `What the fuck am I saying?? Stupid me!!!' Brad deleted the video then used the iPhone's automatic password filler to log into the kid's iCloud account, where he deleted the video there. For a split-second, Brad thought about sending a text to some of Finn's contacts, saying, `I think I might be gay', but he immediately decided against it, fearing he might not be out of the woods yet and he didn't want to anger the kid further. Brad reset the phone to factory settings, wiping it clean, then he headed out the back of the churchyard into an alley, where he walked 12 blocks in the direction away from the PIKE house, before dropping the phone inside a large garbage dumpster. Twelve was a lucky number: it was his uniform number.
In the still, cold night, Brad turned around and headed back toward the PIKE house, walking quietly with his hands in his coat pockets.
* * * * * * * *
It was Tuesday night around 10:30--five days following the sexual relations between Kevin and Jon--and the latter hadn't seen or heard from the former. Jon was heartsick...truly heartsick. To make matters worse, Tess had broken-up with him Saturday morning via text message, and later that same day, Mason had told him Chris met (and fucked) a Tri-Delt the night before, Friday night. (It had apparently been some chick he'd had his eyes on for some time.) Jon had run into and studied with Chris (along with Mason) at Bergman Hall, and, for his part, the handsome, light auburn-haired stud treated Jon nicely--as though nothing sexual had ever happened between the two. Chris had even told Jon he was sorry to hear about Tess, calling her a real bitch for breaking-up the way she had. At least Chris was cool, Jon consoled himself.
Because Kevin hadn't shown at Bergman Hall and knowing how tight Jon and Kevin were, both Chris and Mason had innocently asked, on more than one occasion, if Jon knew Kevin's whereabouts ...asked if he'd heard from him ...asked if Jon had spoken with him...asked if he'd texted with him. Though Jon gave no outward signs, every mention of Kevin's name hurt and upset him. Of course, living at the house, both Chris and Mason had seen and spoken with Kevin there; they just thought it was strange he hadn't been coming to Bergman Hall. Fortunately, it was too early for the two bros to think too much about it...yet.
The fact was, beginning on the third day following their relations, Jon had texted Kevin several times (over the course of three days) to stony silence. At this point--five days on--the hot, blonde jock thought maybe he'd better skip the following night's mandatory House meeting and dinner--worried what Kevin may or may not say, may or may not do. Overnight, Jon needed think of a good excuse.
That same evening around 11:30, Kevin came home from the Main Library, pumped, having just finished a paper due on Friday. He'd been hiding-out at the Main Library the past few days to avoid running into Jon (though Kevin didn't think of it as `hiding-out'). He'd received the innocent texts from Jon, but thought, by not responding, his bro would get the message eventually and back-off. Kevin was convinced Jon's secret would be out soon enough, especially, if the blonde jock started scoping dudes' packages--'like all fags do', he thought. While Jon wouldn't be expelled from the frat for being a queer, he'd definitely be ostracized--to the point he might as well be. Of course, this ostracization would happen after 137 PIKEs had been balls-deep up that hot ass of Jon's. The break with his bro made Kevin sick to his stomach, so he tried blocking it out as best he could ...which, naturally, meant by fucking pussy. He'd scored with different girls at parties both Friday and Saturday night, and he'd fucked a TA in her office Monday afternoon. Kevin was still the #1 pussy-catcher.
The dark-haired stud showered and brushed his teeth, getting ready for bed, and was strutting back to his room when Taylor came out of Brad's room, heading back to his own. Both Brad and Taylor--being President and Vice President, respectively--had private rooms at the opposite ends of the long, third-floor hallway, and being Taylor was heading the same direction as Kevin, the latter waited for the university's star running back to catch-up. The two weren't friends and, in fact, weren't even friendly to each other. Taylor didn't appreciate Kevin's absence of worship and groveling accorded him by every other frat active--for being a football star, Senior, Vice President, and overall god--while Kevin thought Taylor was a conceited, arrogant cunt and accordingly, seldom missed an opportunity to goad and torment the older jock.
Standing in the hall holding his towel and kit, Kevin wore only an old pair of cotton sweats, worn-thin and torn in a few places. The warm shower had left his skin a with subtle blush, and a few, stray droplets of water beaded on his broad, firm pecs and abs, while a dark, narrow treasure trail pointed the way to so many broken hearts. Feigning enthusiasm, cock-sure Kevin cheerfully announced, "Tay-Tay, my man! How the fuck's it goin', bro??"
"Fuck off, Striklin," Taylor muttered, walking up to Kevin, who stood smiling brightly. Instead of going passed, though, the running back paused, asking, "What'd ya' want?" (Apparently, not even another Greek god was immune to the effects of those panty-wetting dimples.)
"Is that anyway to talk to your dearest friend, Tay-Tay?? You know I'd lick the sweat off your balls any day, bro!" Kevin threw his heavy arm over the running back's neck, guiding him down the hall toward his room.
Taylor scoffed and laughed, "Yeah, right... So seriously, what'd ya' want? Any other time, you'd have walked on without second glance..."
"Well, fuck my ass! I had no idea I meant so much to ya', buddy! I'm getting on the bone just thinking about getting it on with you, dude! Why didn't you tell me about this sooner??" Kevin goaded, pulling Taylor's head close.
"Fuck o-f-f," Taylor laughed, jerking free of the dark-haired stud. They'd passed Kevin's door and were now standing in front of Taylor's. "Well, you wanna come in or what?" the young Tom Brady lookalike asked.
`Well, this is interesting', Kevin thought. Over the past year and a half, he'd never been invited into Taylor's room. "Yeah, why not? Let's shoot the shit..." Kevin followed the hot running back inside, and though Taylor had a small loveseat, the younger stud plopped down on the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs stretched out. The thin, worn-out cotton sweats stretched vulgarly over the Kevin's thickening 9" cock, leaving little to the imagination.
Turning around, Taylor looked a bit surprised at Kevin's seating selection, since most of his visitors sat on the more comfortable loveseat, but he shrugged it off, not thinking further of it. Pulling his desk chair out, the hot running back sat backward in it, facing Kevin. Taylor's room was drafty and cool, so looking at the half-naked, cock-sure stud, he asked, "Aren't you cold, Kev??"
"Ah, hell no!" Kevin boasted, "I'm hot-blooded! Just ask the Kappas!!" The younger stud winked, grabbing and squeezing his big cock. A dark spot formed on the faded gray sweats--above the knee, at the end of the fat log underneath.
Taylor followed Kevin's hand movement, and, for just two or three seconds, his usual, arrogant composure faltered, as he watched the dark spot spread. Looking away and laughing, though, he quickly regained his footing, acknowledging the younger stud's well-deserved reputation, "So I've heard, Kev... So I've heard..."
The handsome, dark-haired stud expected Taylor to take the bait and run with it, asking who his latest conquests had been, what they were like, and so on. That's normally how these conversations went between frat bros, but instead, the older jock let it drop, staring off toward the wall, looking distracted. "Hey, look," Kevin offered, "I thought you wanted to chat, but I think you're too tired."
"Oh, sorry," Taylor smiled, "I was just thinking about something else."
"Nah, I can come back another t..." Kevin started to say but was cut-off.
"Stay!" Taylor said. "Tell me what's going on with you these days."
Kevin was quiet, contemplating what to say. Looking at his abs, he leaned over on one elbow, picking some lint off his treasure trail. "Really, it's the same-ole, same-ole--going to class, doing papers, ploughin' pussy... I'm kinda bored, you know? I like seeing new places, trying new things... " As the dark-haired stud stared off at the far wall, looking bored, he rubbed his hand across his broad pecs, playing absent-mindedly with his nipple. He looked like a reclining Antinous--artless, innocent, beautiful. Staring off as though preoccupied in his own reverie, Kevin licked his full lips, waited a minute, then tilted his head, looking at the handsome running back, quietly asking, "What's up with you? You getting a lot of pussy lately?"
Lost in his thoughts--his eyes riveted to the fingers on the flat, pink nipple--Taylor didn't hear the question.
Kevin sat up, looking sympathetically at the older jock, then stood. "I think I'd better let you get a good night's sleep. I'm glad we talked, though. I wish I hadn't been such a dick to you all this time." The threadbare sweats rode low on Kevin's waist--a one-inch band of dark pubes showing above the knot holding them on--while the obscenely displayed log underneath was now level with Taylor's face, 5' away.
The young Tom Brady lookalike blushed. "What? No, stay. I'm...I'm just distracted. I've just been having some issues with Beth and talking with you will help take my mind off her."
The dark-haired Adonis sat down on the bed again, scooting back to lean against the wall. To ensure Taylor heard his last comment, Kevin repeated it, "I wish I hadn't been such a dick to you all this time. You're a cool dude, and I'm sorry you're having issues with Beth. She doesn't know how lucky she is." Kevin smiled sincerely, flashing his dimples.
Taylor was truly impressed by this other side of Kevin he hadn't witnessed, and he smiled, replying, "Thanks, bro. That really means a lot to me. I wish I hadn't been so rude to you as well. The truth is, I've always been envious of you... You're really good-looking... You get all the chicks..."
"Thanks, bro! But dude, you're way hotter than me; I'm just a stupid man-whore!" Kevin laughed, smiling at his new friend. "Right now, to be honest, I'm kind of bored with girls. They can be such a fucking drag sometimes, you know?? ...and so-o-o much fucking work for so little benefit!! I don't know if it's their hormones or what!" Kevin let it hang in the air a moment, staring at the far wall, before adding in a voice low and faraway, "Sometimes, I just need physical contact with someone else." Absent-mindedly, he groped and squeezed his big cock laying blatantly under the soft, worn-thin fabric of the old, cotton sweats--the dark spot deepening and spreading. Lost in reverie, the young, hot stud added in low, forlorn tones, "And, you know, if a connection develops, that's great. If not, that's cool too. I'm just looking for comfort, companionship..."
Out the corner of his eye, Kevin could see Taylor's eyes appeared glassy--glued to the log under his sweats, as he licked his parched lips. Kevin rubbed his abs, mumbling sadly, "Girls don't think like dudes. They demand too much, too soon, and they're so emotional. Sometimes, I just wanna say `fuck it'..." He let the silence hang in the air before quietly saying, "That's why I don't blame Brad and Jon for fagging around with each other, you know?"
Taylor would never make a good poker player. The minute his mind finally absorbed the last statement, his eyes grew wide, shocked that the handsome, dark-haired stud knew the secret. He tried regaining his footing by playing dumb, responding, "Huh??"
Kevin tilted his head, looking up at the running back and playing into his game. "Oh. You didn't know. I just figured since you and Brad were besties and all... Well, don't let on like you know anything, please? It's not like I know for sure, but..."
"Hey, hey, hey, now... I don't know what y..." Taylor started, defensively, before being cut-off.
Acting innocent, Kevin quietly cut the running back off, suggesting, "Well, haven't you noticed Jon's physical appearance after he's been around Brad? ...his hair in every direction, swollen lips...? I even noticed what sure looked like dried cum on the side of his face and on his shirt one time. I don't care if the two of them are lovers. I just wished--for his part--Jon had come out and told me, so I could've been a supportive friend."
"W-e-l-l..." Taylor searched for rebuttal arguments, "I-I think you're reading that all wrong..."
Acting as though he totally approved of dudes getting it up the ass and all things gay, Kevin looked at Taylor wounded, asking, "Why are you so judgmental, Tay? It's really no big deal what's goin' on between those two." The handsome, dark-haired stud looked off at the far wall again with that `distant' look in his eyes, talking low and slow--hypnotically--imagining the scene between Brad and Jon. When it wasn't being groped, Kevin's hard, 9" cock bounced and moved around underneath the sweats such that its thick, wet seed saturated a 5" area of the thinned cotton, weighing it down to the point the material now molded itself around the head. What was before a vulgar display had become pornographic. "They're probably just helping each other out ...like, when their chicks are on the rag...or mad...or whatever. One of them--let's say, Jon--probably texts the other one, Brad, `Hey, dude, I really need your help now. Where are you?' Brad texts back, `Bergman Hall'. Jon says, `I'll meet you there, in the third-floor men's room in 10 minutes--last stall'. Then ten minutes later, Jon texts Brad that he's outside the men's room, wanting to make sure Brad's in the stall, waiting for him. Anxious, sitting there on the cold toilet, waiting with his jeans open already beating-off, Brad lets him know he's there and leans forward, waiting for Jon's footsteps before unlatching the door. Once Jon's inside the stall, Brad sits there, jacking Jon's big fuck-stick, playing with the dude's nuts, until, finally, he so horned-up by Jon's big, wet cockhead, he opens his mouth and starts suckin' him off. You know? Then, just when Jon thinks he's gonna lose it, he probably yanks Brad up, turns him around, spits on his ass, and fucks him...right there in the stall." Kevin licked his lips, lost in his own story, still speaking slow and hypnotically. "Ole Brad probably walks around all day with Jon's load in his ass, wishing he could've eaten some too. ... Probably happens more often than we think, ya' know?"
It was well-past midnight, and it had been a long day anyway for Taylor. Kevin's seductive, hypnotic delivery brought his defenses down, and though a small part of his brain warned him to quit staring at the stroke-show, the hot running back couldn't help himself. Besides, whenever he did look up at Kevin, the hot stud was staring-off elsewhere in the room and lost in his own story, while he (basically) beat-off in front of him.
Kevin continued, "I don't know about you, but there's something about Jon that, every time I'm around the dude, I get huge boner--like now..." Kevin milked his cock underneath the worn-out sweats. "Between me and you... I mean, I'm straight and all, but, fuck man, every fuckin' time I'm around the dude, I wanna get him naked and fuck his ass! He's so hot, right??"
Taylor's mouth was dry, and his voice cracked, when he managed, "Yeah..."
"In the end, they're just two dudes, helping each other out. Nothing wrong with helping out a friend ...as long as they keep it quiet. So I think you should let `em make each other happy, for god's sake, and quit being so judgmental. Feel me?"
Taylor blushed, but still wanting to keep Jon's awesome mouth a secret, he stammered, "I'm not being judgmental. I mean... I mean, I just don't think any of what you said is going on between them, and I can promise you Brad would never suck cock, much less take it up his ass, bro."
Kevin scooted forward, sitting on the side of the bed, chuckling and shaking his head. "Dude, you are so-o-o uptight!" Standing, he walked around the room, looking at some of the running back's trophies. The dark-haired stud yawned and stretched, showing-off his amazing muscles, then he walked behind Taylor and began massaging his shoulders. Slow and seductive, Kevin purred, "Yeah, you're too uptight, bro..."
Taylor sat dazed--putty under Kevin's kneading hands. It was a moment you know something's likely to happen, and yet, you're helpless to stop it. Kevin's hands moved to Taylor's neck--his fingers digging their way through the running back's neck-length, dirty blonde hair.
"Feel good, Tay? I can call you that, right? I mean, Brad does ...and I want us to be good bros too," Kevin murmured.
Taylor's head rocked forward-and-backward under Kevin's expert hands. With his mouth still dry, Taylor croaked, "Yeah..."
"You've got really cool hair, dude... You're so hot too. You look so much like Tom Brady when he was young. I bet you get that a lot, huh?" Kevin purred.
Taylor cleared his throat, managing, "Yeah..."
"Yeah, I want us to be good friends too--like Brad and Jon have become, you know? ... You ever wonder what Jon's pretty face looks like with his mouth full of Brad's big cock? ...cum running down his chin? I've seen Brad in the showers too: he's hung like a fuckin' bull. I wonder how Jon gets all that cock down his throat?" It was a rhetorical question, thrown out there as Kevin pulled the string on his sweats, letting them fall to the floor.
Kevin put his hand on Taylor's forehead, pulling him back against his abs, as he began massaging the running back's big pecs. His goo-covered cock pushed into the dirty blonde hair hanging down Taylor's neck--its silky feeling enveloping Kevin's cock and causing him to almost lose it. As he gained control again, Kevin continued purring, "But...like...I totally get it. When I'm between chicks--like I am now--I'd help a friend out. You know?" The big, heavy cock rolled to the left through the hair, coming to rest along the left side of Taylor's neck--its wet head grazing his ear. The hot, football jock froze, paralyzed by the knowledge he'd let this go beyond the point of no return--afraid of what was to happen.
Kevin felt the hot running back stiffen slightly, as he returned to massaging Taylor's shoulders, casually pushing his cock back into the hair on the back of the older jock's neck. The feeling of Taylor's soft, silky hair enveloping Kevin's cock was so fuckin' erotic his cockhead belched a heavy, glob of precum into Taylor's hair and onto his neck that, by force of gravity, rolled down the running back's neck and disappeared under his shirt.
Kevin murmured, "I'm so glad we're friends now, bro..." He was silent a few minutes, kneading the football jock's shoulders, adding, "and I really need a friend now... I need your help so-o-o much now, dude..." Then he turned Taylor's face sideways into soft forest of black pubes, massaging the hot stud's right temple, and with this move, the hot football player's open mouth filled with another man's pubes for the first time--inhaling the fresh, soapy scent at the base of Kevin's throbbing, 9" cock. A shudder jolted through the dark-haired Adonis' body, feeling Taylor's hot breath in his pubes and against the thick base of his cock, causing in a glob of thick precum to drop from its eye, hanging suspended in midair by a thread before breaking and falling onto the front of the running back's jeans. Like a wild animal does, Kevin had `marked' Taylor as his--with his cum slimed on the stud's neck, in his hair, on the side of his face, and, now, on his clothes. For Taylor, the last few minutes felt like some sort of out-of-body experience or like a dream where you're watching something happening but aren't able to react. The scent of the younger stud's cum and intoxicating pheromones filled the air, creating a dizzying arousal in Taylor's brain.
Whispering, "You need me, Tay... We need each other--you and I...brothers for life," Kevin stepped backward out of the sweats pooled at his feet, grabbed his cock's thick shaft, and placed its head in front of Taylor's open mouth. With his other hand, Kevin ran his fingers through the football stud's hair, subtly nudging his head forward, murmuring, "you're so beautiful, dude...so beautiful...", and sealing his fate, Taylor closed his beautiful blue eyes, taking the gooey cockhead inside his warm, wet mouth. The young man who'd fucked countless pussy... the man who couldn't walk across campus without girls throwing themselves at him... the popular `Big Man on Campus' now suckled cockhead for the first time in his 21-year-old life, and Kevin couldn't have orchestrated the scene more gracefully.
Smoothly...seamlessly, the dark-haired Adonis stepped around the chair, facing the young Tom Brady lookalike. Reaching down, he lifted Taylor's hand, wrapping it around his thick shaft, and keeping his hand over that of the dreamy football player, Kevin slowly jacked his big, thick cock, pleading quietly...seductively, "I r-e-a-l-l-y need your help now, bro... Help a friend..."
Taylor's wet tongue rubbed the base of the fat cockhead, which, in return, produced a large dollop of thick, creamy seed, coating the inside of the running back's mouth. He swallowed the offering, nursing the head for more of the stud's rich, sweet cum, as he brought his other hand behind Kevin's right leg, rubbing and feeling the hard, meaty thigh, covered lightly with soft hair.
Kevin combed his fingers through Taylor's long, soft hair, speaking quietly and slowly, "Tastes good, doesn't it?" Kevin paused a minute. "It's kind of like a cheerleader's big, ole nipple ... only better ... juicier. Thing is... a guy just can't get enough of that titty cream ...or at least I can't."
After a couple of minutes, Kevin slowly released Taylor's hand: the hot `Big Man on Campus' was jacking Kevin's big cock all on his own--feeling and groping the younger stud's meaty, round butt with his other hand. "Y-e-a-h, Tay, s-u-c-k that big nipple, buddy... Suck it for me..." Kevin gripped the running back's head and began slowly rocking it up-and-down on his big meat, cooing, "Y-e-a-h, pretty boy, suck your man's cock... You need my cum inside you, buddy... you need it bad..."
Kevin really wasn't having to guide Taylor's head, as the hot running back was intent on pleasing the younger stud and on getting his cum inside him. For so long, he'd repressed these desires, and the fact was Taylor had long-envied Kevin's exceptional good-looks. We can't help to whom we're attracted, and most of us are way over-critical of our appearances. Even though Taylor himself was extraordinarily handsome--looking so much like a young Tom Brady--he was insecure regarding his looks, finding flaws here-and-there. In fact, due to all his insecurities--the greatest of which being his sexuality--Taylor had over the years developed his stone-cold, arrogant person to push people away...to throw them off his scent, so to speak. Being he was so attracted to Kevin, Taylor had pushed hardest against the younger stud, trying to keep him at a distance. Tonight, Kevin's powers of seduction had broken through the handsome running back's barriers, and having long-pent-up desires, Taylor was now on a feeding frenzy--craving the young stud's cum inside him--to be joined forever to Kevin, in some way.
With one of the hottest, most popular, (widely-believed) `straight' dudes at the university bobbing and twisting on the end of his big meat--his hands rubbing and kneading Kevin's rock-hard globes--the dark-haired stud felt a rush of power as he'd never felt before, coaxing and manipulating Taylor--intent on owning the dude before morning's light.
"Oh-h-h, that's it!" Kevin moaned. Taylor twisted his head on the cock, swirling his tongue around its head, imitating the best head he'd received from many cheerleaders ...and what he'd longed to do himself. "Ah-h-h dude, you're a champ! Make me feel g-o-o-d, bro... Do it for me... You've needed this for so long, dude--I can tell..."
Taylor tried forcing the fat cockhead into his virgin throat, gagging and coughing. "Ah-h-h, fuck, dude!! You're the best, bro! Take as much as you can. You may not be able to deep-throat me now, but you'll get plenty of practice time with me from now on...believe me! You and I, bro... I'm gonna take real good care of you, dude... I've wanted you for so long," Kevin laid it on thick--ever the `master seducer'.
Kevin's alluring scent and rich, sweet cum drugged Taylor's mind, as he pushed the fuck-rod against the younger stud's awesome abs, running his thick tongue down its length to lick Kevin's big, full nut-sack. Not anticipating this from a first-timer, Kevin gasped--his eyes rolling in his head--as a big glob of white goo fell down into Taylor's dirty blonde hair.
"Whoa, dude... back on the cock! That's hot, but I'm not gonna last much longer," Kevin warned. Taylor grabbed the thick shaft and shoved the cock inside his hungry mouth again--rolling his tongue and sucking on the big head, crazed for Kevin's cum ...Kevin's cum. Oh, yeah, Taylor wanted this dude's cum inside him; he'd wanted it for a l-o-n-g time.
"Just think," Kevin moaned, "we're gonna be real bros now...with my sperm inside you--my DNA mixing with yours... We're gonna be one now, babe--you and I..." At just that moment, Kevin's cock punched through the handsome running back's throat--its tight spasming action throwing the younger stud over the edge.
"Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Gripping Taylor's hair tightly, Kevin pulled his round butt back, filling the hot stud's mouth full--to overflowing--moaning, "Ungh! Ungh! Oh! Fuck! Oh-h-h, babe, you're beautiful...so-o-o beautiful... Yeah..."
Taylor sucked and swallowed as much as he could, craving Kevin's rich, sweet cum, but it came so quickly and heavily, he couldn't swallow fast enough. Globs of thick, white goo squeezed out the corners of popular running back's mouth, rolling down his chin, his thick neck, and inside his shirt. Holding the backs of Kevin's meaty thighs, Taylor sucked to the point Kevin's cock became too sensitive, forcing the younger dude to wrench himself from his new cocksucker's grip.
With sweat rolling down the sides of his face, Kevin panted, "Oh, babe, you were great! Come here." Disoriented and dizzy, Taylor felt the hot, young stud's hands under his arms, lifting him up out of the chair. Kevin wasn't done yet. Grabbing the sides of Taylor's head, he covered the older boy's mouth with his own, driving his tongue inside to duel the other.
In the seconds following his first blowjob, its significance began surfacing in Taylor's awareness like a dark cloud, and in his confusion, the incredibly hot, naked stud he'd just blown lifted him from his chair and began kissing him--as Taylor had done with countless chicks--clouding his mind again. At first, rigid, but now being manhandled against the wall, Taylor quickly relaxed, falling under his seducer's influence again.
As Kevin felt the running back relax and get into it, broke the kiss and began unbuckling Taylor's belt. "Get your shirt off," Kevin ordered, anxious for the main event. Accustomed to following his quarterback's orders and eager to follow Kevin wherever he led him, Taylor complied, as Kevin unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them along with his briefs over football player's equally hard, round mounds. Licking his cum trails down Taylor's chin to the crook of his neck, Kevin sucked and marked his territory then led his prey to bed, thinking, `One down, and one to go. It's the least I can do to help Jon keep them off his faggot ass.'
Before climbing into bed himself, Kevin dug his cell from the pocket of his sweat pants, laying on the floor. "Let me just check my messages first," he stated innocently.
"Turn the lights out, will you?" Taylor asked--not especially wanting to see his deflowering, which he knew in his subconscious was surely coming.
Turning on his charm, Kevin innocently pled, "No-o-o, babe, I wanna see your beautiful face." Climbing on top of Taylor, he added, "I've wanted you for so-o-o long, dude. Don't you want me too??"
Of course, this rattled the running back, who very much wanted to be with Kevin ...as did so many others. Taylor barely got out, "No, of course, I wan...", before Kevin's tongue was once again inside his mouth, dueling with his own.
Lost in the interchange was Kevin sliding his phone under Taylor's comforter. Naturally, he couldn't very well have the lights off in the room--n-o-t with the cell phone's screen lighting-up the room while he filmed his big cock pounding Taylor's new, sweet pussy...
End -- Chapter 6