Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: Rewind to Bar Time
Part 1: Green Room
"I can take you downstairs to the green room if you want." Aaron said to Brett as they were just sitting on the bar stools watching the waitstaff and bartenders milling around, doing their closing duties after bar time. There were only a handful left. Brandon had disappeared. He really wanted to go find him but felt bad leaving Brett alone. He hadn't thought this through. He wanted to stay but he'd been everyone's ride to the club. Leo had disappeared with one of the bridesmaids and texted that he no longer needed a ride. Aaron saw that coming all night. He was surprised it had only been one; they were all drooling over him.
"Is that ok?" Brett asked. "It's not employees only?"
"When did you become such a rule follower?" Aaron said. "C'mon. I'll show you. We're in the way up here anyway."
Aaron placed his hand on the back of Brett's neck to encourage him to get off his stool and follow him. His neck was warm and muscular. He let his hand slip down over Brett's shoulder until he could wrap his fingers around that sexy spot between his shoulder and his firm bicep. Aaron was momentarily distracted. Fortunately, Brett was nervous and didn't pick up on Aaron's lingering touch. He just stood and followed Aaron down the wide staircase that led to the pub in the lower level. Then down the employee only corridor that led to the door labeled "green room."
"Here you go." Aaron said.
"You're not coming in?" Brett said nervously.
"I gotta find Brandon upstairs. You'll be fine. It's just one big locker room in there." Aaron said, turning to head back upstairs.
"Find Brandon?" Brett said, smirking and making air quotes. Aaron blushed. "You gonna "find" his dick?"
"It's not like that." Aaron said. "But yes...if I'm lucky."
"From what I've heard, he'd be the lucky one." Brett said.
Instead of taking that as the playful compliment to his well-hung reputation that Brett had intended, it made him sad that, again, someone had assumed his endowment was the only reason someone would like him. It wasn't like Aaron to be insecure - and it was for the opposite reason that most guys aren't confident. He unintentionally scowled and just turned around and walked away, leaving Brett confused. "Whatever." He added and then turned toward the green door to the green room.
He suddenly got a pit in his stomach. What was he doing here? Why did he want to be around Jake so badly? Why was he so horny? This was wrong and bad. But Jake would be gone soon, and everything would go back to normal. Tonight, he was going to let whatever happens happen. He couldn't help himself. He turned the lever handle and pulled the door open not sure what he would find inside.
The room was brightly lit - a dramatic contrast to the rest of the building. It really did look just like any other locker room. There were two guys wrapped in towels digging in their lockers, having obviously just showered. One let his towel drop to the floor. He was completely shaved, and his long flaccid dick caught Brett's eye. He stared and then caught himself and instinctively looked away. They were talking to each other and didn't even notice him enter.
He was glad he hadn't been seen. He was nervous there'd be someone from campus that might recognize him without his mask now. He walked in further and saw Jake. He was completely naked and bent at the waist, drying his shins. His ass was aimed right at Brett. His crack was still hairy, but his smooth ball sack was hanging low between his legs and his long, flaccid dick was visible below them - his purple head pointing toward the floor. His balls swung slightly as he vigorously rubbed his legs. Brett stood mesmerized at the sight. He felt his cock start to twitch and expand in the open freedom under his kilt.
"I think you have a visitor." Jordan said to Jake as he walked out of the shower facing Brett. "You looking for your hammer, Thor?"
Jake stood up and turned around. His completely smooth body was still glistening with moisture, accentuating his arms and chest. He looked beefier a little wet and hairless. Brett had already seen him naked in his bed, in the dark - as well as in the frat house shower that morning but his new lack of body hair was different enough to cause his eyes to fixate and slowly scan Jake's entire physique.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Jake said. He wanted to be cool, but he couldn't help but smile. "I wondered who the stud dressed as Thor was. I saw you next to Aaron and thought he'd brought a date. I can't believe I didn't recognize you, but this is the last place I thought I'd see you. What happened to the sorority party?" He stood confidently just holding his towel in his hand and letting his long dick swing as he dried the back of his hair and tilted his head, sticking the towel in each ear.
"I..." Brett started but realized his excuse of wanting to get some video of Jake dancing no longer made very much sense, even to him now. "I just wanted to see you." He said, thinking there would be more to that sentence but then realizing there wasn't. His admission suddenly sounded like the meet cute in a rom com and he immediately wanted to recover from it. "I wanted to see you dance." He added and realized that sounded equally sappy. "I was going to get it on video." He finally added, knowing that sounded even worse now. Instead of sounding like a frat house prank, he sounded like an obsessed stalker.
Jake was amused and flattered - two of his favorite things. He wanted to watch Brett continue to dig himself into this hole, but worried he might become too embarrassed and just bolt. He decided to save his new friend instead.
"I can't believe you skipped a party just to come give me shit!" Jake said. "I thought you'd be ass-deep in pussy by now wanting to show off the new manscaping. Word's probably already gotten out."
"Looks like he wants to be ass deep in something." Jordan said as he pulled on a pair of tight, hot pink Andrew Christian briefs with a wide, rainbow waist band. He reached into the pouch to adjust his junk to show off the perfect, advertisement-worthy bulge. Brett looked over and was momentarily distracted: his eyes immediately zoning in on his crotch. Jordan smiled and gave his groin another playful squeeze. "You look sweaty, Thor. Maybe you should strip down and take a shower."
Jake rolled his eyes at Jordan's shamelessly flamboyant flirtation.
"You two need some privacy?" Jordan smirked.
"It's not like that." Jake said. Brett made a face that Jake wasn't able to interpret.
"Klepper, Skee!" You guys dressed? Let's go. These boys need some alone time." Jordan said to the other guys getting dressed. A couple of minutes later, they were all gone and Brett and Jake had the place to themselves.
"So if you saw me with Aaron, did you see me meet your dad?" Brett said.
"You met my dad?" Jake asked.
"Um...that's one way to put it." Brett said and blushed. Jake just looked confused. "You didn't tell me your dad was gonna be here tonight"
"Well, I didn't know you'd be here. I wasn't even sure. Aaron said he thought he saw their costumes in a bag, but I never talked to them about it."Jake said. "Did they flirt with you or somethin'? I think they're on some mission to hook up with other guys this weekend"
"Yeah. About that..." Brett started but didn't know how to continue. Jake looked confused again. "So...I guess I'm one of those guys."
"One of what guys?" Jake asked.
"One of those 'other guys'." Brett said, making air quotes.
"What other guys?" Jake asked getting slightly frustrated and obviously not remembering the sentence he'd just uttered.
"Um. You know...one of the other blokes he'd try to hook up with." Brett said. Jake just stood there, naked and shocked. He dropped his towel. He wasn't shocked at his father's behavior. He was used to their juvenile shit. He was shocked that Brett was the unwitting target and that he'd allowed it to happen.
"Say that again." Jake said as though he hadn't heard him correctly.
"Don't make me say it again. It's way too fucking weird now that I said it out loud." Brett said. "I didn't know he was your dad until after they left. Aaron just goes, 'you know that was Jake's dad' - and I'm like, 'why the fuck did you just sit there and let that shit go down?!' And he was just smirking like it was hilarious. Like, who does that?"
Jake couldn't help but smile. 'Aaron does.' He wanted to say. Clearly, Brett didn't know Aaron's mischievous side. "Go down?" Jake said, smiling.
"Why were they even here?" Brett asked as if the appeal of this big party at the club wasn't obvious to him. In Brett's mind, they were parents. Parents don't go clubbing.
"Apparently, they know the manager or something. I don't even wanna know how that's possible." Jake said. "How did this all happen?" He added, resisting the temptation to say 'go down' again.
"He came over to say hey to Aaron. I was just sitting next to him at the bar. They were...kinda aggressive. Your dad seemed sorta hammered, actually. He started kissing Aaron and some other guy."
"Matt. That's his boyfriend I told you about. That's Eric's dad. He's the one wrestling in the tournament." Jake said. "My dad's never drunk. He barely drinks at all. You sure it was him?"
"Fireman?" Brett said. "He looks exactly like you. Or you look like him, I guess. He works out. He's got a pretty amazing body...for a dad. Like I said, Aaron told me. After he left...they left. I'm telling you; he was drunk. And he was kissing some other guy - not Eric's dad - like some random guy I don't think he knew. It was crazy."
"You think my dad's hot." Jake said. It was a statement, not a question. Brett blushed and tried not to smile but one snuck in across his face anyway. It was obvious Brett had been turned on by his father. Again, he was both flattered somehow and even more amused. "And what? He just blew you? Like, right on the bar stool?" Jake said, smirking like that was an insane thing to suggest.
"Well, he actually asked about what I had on underneath my kilt and...well, you know...it was sorta easy access. He just lifted it up and before I knew what the fuck was happening, he had his bloody mouth on me. Like I said, he seemed pretty drunk."
"He's never drunk." Jake reiterated, but that explained a lot. "Did you nut?"
"Oh, fuck no. It only lasted like, thirty seconds. Then his boyfriend shows up and I thought he was gonna fucking kick my ass and I-"
"The fucking wager." Jake whispered under his breath. "Those horny motherfuckers." He paused. "Lemme guess, Matt fuckin' took over and blew you too?"
"No! Jesus. Your dad just caught me off guard." Brett said.
"So you stopped him?" Jake asked, still trying to picture how someone accidentally gets their cock sucked for thirty seconds by a stranger - even at Cell Block - and not in the restroom.
"Well, no." Brett said and realized how bad that sounded. "I mean...you know. It felt good." Jake busted out laughing.
"So what did Matt do?" Jake asked. "Was he pissed?"
"Yeah, I said they were both drunk." Brett said.
"No, angry. You know, pissed off?" Jake said frustrated by the language barrier.
"Um...no. The opposite. He just walked up behind your dad and started playing with his ass and then like, pretended to hump him from behind. They were both wearing these leather jocks and-"
"Yeah, I fucking saw their shit show of a costume. I don't fucking understand what they're doing half the time. I walked in on them fucking one of their buddies during a football game."
"Fucking?!" Brett said. "Like, actually dick-in-ass fucking?"
"That IS how it works...if you're into dudes. I told you about them before." Jake said, condescendingly.
"And you saw it?" Brett said. His cock was rock hard and tenting the front of his kilt.
"Yup." Jake said. "Like I said, not the first time either. When they first got to live together, they went at it every fucking night. Eric and I would play video games to drown out the sounds. Then it was just me at home and I just had to lie in bed and listen to that shit in the next room."
"What'd ya do?" Brett asked. "You tell 'em to stop?"
"They weren't gonna stop. I'm not gonna lie. Sometimes it's hot. I lie in bed and jerk off to the sounds. Matt's fucking loud when he cums. He's got a pretty fat, hairy dick." Jake said. Brett tried to look shocked, but his stiff cock was twitching under his kilt and he couldn't help but grope himself through the fabric as he pictured what Jake described.
"So, you missed me?" Jake said, bringing the conversation back to the present. He was smiling and looking down at the tent in Brett's kilt.
"I..." Brett started but didn't know how to continue. He paused.
"I'm just asking." Jake said. "You did come all the way down here...dressed in...that. So, I guess it's true you Scots don't wear anything underneath, then?"
"Why is everyone so bloody obsessed with what I've got on under my kilt?"
"Is that a 'yes'?" Jake asked, even though he knew full well what was and wasn't underneath. "Show me."
"You're asking me to show you my junk?"
"I've already seen your junk. Felt it up, had it in my mouth, tasted your nut. I don't need to see your junk. I want you to prove you've been running around buck naked under there all night like you said."
"Since you don't want to see my todger, I'll prove it this way." Brett said, smiling, and turned around and flashed him his fuzzy blonde ass by bending forward and flipping the heavy wool fabric up onto his back.
"I never said I didn't WANT to see it. I said I didn't NEED to. Are you trying to get me to work my magic back there again?" Jake said, abandoning all pretense of preference for sorority girls at this point. He'd been getting off on turning guys on all night and his hormones had gotten the best of him. He wanted to play more than he wanted to keep up the appearance of frat boy player. And now he felt a weird pang of competition with his father.
Brett's resolve not to indulge his desire again with Jake had weakened as well with all this talk of what went on during the night. They were both dancing around flirtation without wanting to be the one to actually make the first move.
"Fuck it." Brett said and walked toward Jake and grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard. He slid his hands back around his head and then down his bare back. Then he grabbed Jake's ass and moaned. Jake had popped a boner in a matter of seconds and Brett felt his own hard cock rubbing against Jake's through the fabric.
Jake reached down and tried to untie the kilt. "How does this fuckin' thing work. There's like, a million miles of fabric here."
Brett took over and unwrapped himself, letting his kilt fall to the floor at his feet. He stood in just his boots and his skin-tight golden sleeveless tee shirt. Jake dropped to his knees, grabbed Brett's boner and took him in his mouth. He moaned as he played with Brett's newly shaved balls. Brett moaned too.
"Fuck yeah. No one's ever made this so good." Brett said as he started to breathe heavily and thrust into Jake's face. "You're not really that new to this; are you? You're too good at it."
Jake just looked up at him and smiled with his eyes. He was used to Aaron's monster so easily took Brett balls-deep. He pushed his tongue hard against the underside of Brett's shaft and groaned as he tasted precum drool out.
"I wanna fuck." Brett whispered as though he was just verbalizing his inner thoughts.
Jake smiled. "Which way do you wanna play?" Brett looked up confused and then blushed as he realized he'd said that out loud. "The fuck-er or the fuck-ee?"
"Um...maybe both, but right now I wanna fuck. I wanna be the one to fuck...like, a fuckin' tight hole."
"A tight man hole?"
"Yeah." Brett nodded. Jake leaned in and kissed him and then backed up again.
"My man hole?" Jake asked with his devilish grin.
"Definitely yours." Brett said, smiling and he started to stroke faster. "Only yours." He paused and looked around the room. "I'm nervous. Is it cool here?"
"We're all alone. Everybody's gone." Jake said, feeling Brett's ass.
"What about Aaron. He might come looking for us." Brett said and then plunged his tongue into Jake's mouth.
"Would that matter...if he walked in while you were fucking me?" Jake asked.
"No. I guess not. It'd actually be kinda hot." Brett said, grabbing Jake's shoulder to turn him around. He started jacking off at a pretty fast pace.
"Whoa, Buddy. Don't get too far along there." Jake said reaching out and taking over stroking Brett's cock but much more slowly and methodically. "So, you wanna fuck me in the ass?"
"Yes. Please. I wanna fuck your arse. Hard."
"You're gonna have to get me all ready then. I got a nice clean hole for you." Jake said and got on his knees on the wooden locker room bench and leaned forward with his hands against the metal lockers. He spread his legs and popped his ass out toward Brett. His balls were sagging down under his ass cheeks. "You know what to do. I need to be really fuckin' slippery."
"Ok." Brett said and finally understood that Jake knew what he was doing.
They had not been on the same journey of sexual awakening. Jake was already wide awake. Instead of feeling betrayed by Jake's reluctance to be completely forthcoming about his experience, Brett felt oddly comforted by the fact that Jake knew what he was doing. Brett mentally reevaluated the last twenty-four hours and was even more attracted to what he now knew was confidence mixed with lust. Instead of feeling manipulated, he felt desired: pursued. He knew that Jake had been overcome and had given in to a desire he was trying hard to ignore. Brett knew this because he'd been feeling it for months - maybe longer. He just wasn't as far down the path as Jake was.
Brett's desire for his buddy Lance had nearly consumed him last semester during pledging. It culminated when the two of them had to complete a pledge task. They had to escape being tied up together naked in the frat house basement rec room. Fortunately for Brett they'd been tied ass to ass so Lance had been unaware of Brett's throbbing erection as they slithered against each other trying to loosen the ropes that confined them. Brett spent the rest of the semester jerking off to the memory of the feeling of his own fuzzy ass cheek sliding into Lance's sweaty crack and his loose ball sack swinging against his thigh.
Brett pictured Lance's ass as he squatted down behind Jake so that his knees were resting against the wooden bench. He reached up and played with Jake's balls from behind and then he slid his right hand up and felt Jake's stiff cock. They both moaned. Then Brett finally grabbed Jake's beefy round ass cheeks and spread them apart. Jake felt Brett's nose in his crack first, then the warm wetness of Brett's lips pushed against his sensitive pucker. Then he felt Brett's tongue flicking at it - then more of his lips. Then he could no longer tell which parts of his mouth were there; it was just warm, wet pleasure.
"Spit on it!" Jake said. "It's gotta be really wet and slippery." Brett pulled back and spit against his hole - then went back to making out with his anus.
"I'm fuckin' ready!" Brett said with desperation in his voice. The fact that he was now certain Jake had done this before made him no longer worry if Jake could go through with it. He stood up and grabbed Jake's hips and pushed his plump cock head against Jake's hole.
"Whoa...Buddy...hold up there! You gotta do better than that. You're gonna rip my ass open. You need to play with it a bit - get me ready. You gotta finger fuck me...and you gotta lube up that dick. This pussy doesn't make its own juice, Bro."
"Shit. Sorry. I just really wanna...I really want it...you. I really want you."
"It's all yours, Bro. Just make it worth it." Jake said. "Like this." He added, spitting into his hand and reaching up between his legs to start playing with his own hole. Then he stuck his middle finger in and out and moaned. "C'mon, Bro. You've fingered pussy before." He paused and then pulled his finger out. "More spit. I need a lot more lube."
Brett hocked two big mouthfuls of gooey spit down Jake's crack and slowly slid his fucker finger inside Jake's hole. Jake moaned his approval and arched his back more. "Like this?" Brett added, confirming his suspicions again.
"Add another finger, Bro. Stretch it out." Jake said. "I know how big you are." He added. He'd had much bigger, but Brett didn't know that. Brett added his ring finger. The slurping sound was taking over the empty locker room.
"You like this, don't you, Mate?" Brett said.
"It feels good." Jake said as though he'd never done it before. It did feel good though. It had been many months since he'd had a real cock up his hole. He was leaking down onto the bench with anticipation.
"You want my fat donger?" Brett said. Jake smiled at Brett's attempt to be alpha. He wondered if he said this to the girl's he fucked too and wondered if any of them snickered at the term, 'donger.'
"You want my tight hole?" Jake asked, intentionally not answering his question. "You ready for me to take it?"
"Bloody hell. C'mon. You ready?" Brett said with urgency. He'd been waiting to get off all night in various states of arousal.
"Is your cock all lubed up?" Jake said knowing the answer was no.
Brett looked down at his stiff erection and let a long string of spit drool down.
"Let me." Jake said and he spun around and went down on Brett's dick, intentionally gagging on it to maximize the amount of saliva he released. After choking on it a couple more times, Brett had spit dripping down his tight, wrinkled nut sack. "There. Spit in my hole again and go for it. Fuck me!" He added once he was back in position. He lowered his ass down to align with Brett's crotch. "Do it! Fuck me!"
Brett spit again and then grabbed Jake's hips and started to push against his pucker. Jake knew exactly when to push out and accept his plump, purple cock head. He grunted as the foreskin rolled back and the flared head entered him. He'd forgotten the simultaneous moment of pain and pleasure. He missed cock. And Brett's was perfect: enough girth to feel good but not the giant fuck stick of Aaron that took his breath away and always took some getting used to.
Brett stared down at the sight of his cock in Jake's ass. Only his head was inside. His cock grew even harder at the sight of his slick shaft disappearing between the gentle curves of Jake's pale butt cheeks. He'd never found a tan line sexy before, but his cock surged as he looked down at the line that delineated Jake's tan back muscles from his smooth, round, white ass. He spit down on his shaft again. "You ok?" Brett asked. Jake smiled again. Brett was a good guy. He was so horny to get inside but was still being considerate before letting 'er buck.
"I'm good. Go. Do it. Fuck me." Jake said and backed up a little, feeling Brett's shaft at his doorway. "It's hot. Your dick feels good."
"Fuck yeah!" Brett said as if he'd been revving his engine at a red light that had finally turned green. He thrust hard and watched as his shaft completely disappeared and his newly trimmed bush smashed into the matted wetness of Jake's fuzzy crack. "Oh my god!!" Brett yelled. "Bloody fucking hell, this is the tightest fucking thing I've ever felt! Oh my god." He said and he slowly started thrusting in and out.
"That's it. That feels so good, Bro." Jake said, reaching down to stroke his banana boner as he got nailed.
"You know I'm next, right?" Jake added. "What cums around, goes around."
"Oh, yeah?" Brett said through his grunts. "I suppose that's only fair."
"That's right, Bro." Jake said. "You're gonna owe me your ass."
"Yes, sir." Brett said and then instantly wondered why he'd said that. He'd never used the term, 'sir' in his entire life. Jake smiled to himself again.
Brett stopped. "What's wrong?" Jake asked.
"Nothing. I almost came. I was so close. I don't wanna be done yet, you know?" Brett said. "You still ok?"
"I'm good." Jake said and felt the warmth of being asked. Why was he so...moved by Brett's tiny gestures. He was feeling things he'd never felt before - not about Aaron or Eric or Meghan. He shook it off. "Fuck me."
Brett leaned over so that his chest was on Jake's back. He reached around and grabbed Jake's boner and started to jack him off and he gently regained his thrusting motion.
"Take your shirt off." Jake said. "I wanna feel your skin on my back."
Brett stood and pulled off the gold sleeveless tee shirt. He quickly resumed his position against Jake's back.
"Fuck yeah. That feels so good!" Jake said. He twisted his head around. Brett got the hint and their mouths met. They shared some sloppy French kisses and then Brett just sucked on Jake's ear lobe and kissed the back of his neck.
"Oh, Fuck. I'm so turned on right now. Fuck, yeah!" Brett said and his hips thrust hard against Jake's ass. He was experiencing a level of lust he'd never felt before. He closed his eyes and grabbed Jake by the waist and hammered his stiff cock into Jake's hole as hard as he could as he felt his nut building between his legs. His balls were up inside his groin and his pubes were slamming into Jake's ass crack as though he was trying to get inside just a little bit further with each thrust. "Oh, bloody fucking hell!!!!" Brett screamed as his ejaculation finally released up inside Jake's rectum. Spooge began to leak out around his stiff shaft and his tight ball sack was soon coated in sticky, white cream. "Bloody fucking hell!!!" He said again as his orgasm slowly subsided.
His thrusts slowed as well until he bent over again and wrapped his arms around Jake's waist and hugged him tightly. Then he slid his right hand down between Jake's legs and grabbed his balls and held them tight as he kissed the spot between Jake's muscular shoulder blades. "Bloody fucking hell!" He said one more time as though there wasn't another phrase that adequately captured the relief he felt at that moment.
He squeezed Jake's around the middle one more time and then slowly stood up and caressed the small of Jake's back with his fingers. "I've never felt anything like that. Never. I didn't know sex could be that intense. Bloody hell." He added in almost a whisper now as though his thoughts were escaping like air from a blown-out tire. His cock finally slipped out of Jake's hole and he bent over again and rested his head on Jake's back. He kissed him again as he caressed Jake's right pec with his hand, grabbing it like it was a girl's breast and tickling his nipple. "That was fucking amazing." Brett added and paused. "I thought getting a gobby from a guy was intense, but that was...so much more. Your body. It's so...raw and hot. You're fucking hot, Jake."
"I liked it too." Jake said, intentionally making it sound as though that was the first time he'd experienced a cock up his ass. He was smiling though: smiling in a way that was different than it had been before. He'd always been fucked in a way that left him in control. This was different. He just let himself feel it - and It felt so good.
"You've done that before, right?" Brett said.
"What if I said, 'yes'?" Jake said in a rare moment of genuine vulnerability. He so rarely asked questions he didn't know the answer to.
"I'd say, 'I didn't think that was beginner's luck." Brett said.
"You sure? I'm feeling pretty lucky."
"Same." Brett said and kissed Jake again. "It won't go down." Brett added, staring down at his slick erection.
"You're really horny." Jake said, casually. On the inside, he was happy Brett was still aroused and not freaking out in a post-orgasm desire to get the fuck out of there.
"Can I go again?" Brett asked, like a little kid wanting to ride the rollercoaster again without having to wait in line again. Jake smiled at him.
"Let's wait. I'm kinda sore." Jake said. He was perfectly capable of going again, but liked that Brett was still horny and wanted to use that to their advantage.
"Oh, shit. You need to get off. What can I do? How does this work?" Brett said.
"I think you know how it works." Jake said.
"You wanna do it now." Brett said. It was technically a question but one he knew the answer to. It was his turn to take it up the ass. He suddenly got a panicked look on his face. The one Jake suspected was coming.
"I think we should find Aaron and get back to your room at the house." Jake suggested. Brett looked immediately relieved. His cock had finally shown signs of deflating although it was still inflamed and sticking straight out. His balls had dropped back down in their long, relaxing sack.
"Cool. I gotta piss." Brett said and walked into the tiled alcove in the locker room and stood at the urinal with his hands on his hips waiting for his dick to relax enough to release its stream. Jake watched his tight little ass as he walked away and decided to follow him.
"Me too." Jake said, his own cock now in a similar state, but dripping precum as his shaft length retracted. He stood at the urinal next to Brett and shook the strand of boy juice off into the white porcelain. As soon his golden stream began to flow, Brett reached over and flicked his finger under the head of z Jake's dick, causing his piss streak to bounce around. Jake looked over at Brett, shocked. Brett smiled and they both giggled at the same time which turned into laughter. Brett continued to hold Jake's dick and return its aim to the tiny holes at the drain. When it was clear he'd finished, Brett milked Jake's prick and shook it off as though it was his. Then he casually grabbed Jake's balls and then shook his own dick and walked over to the sink.
Jake smiled. He apparently has less to be worried about than he'd initially suspected. Brett still seemed to be in a plenty playfully mood.
They washed their hands and Brett smacked Jake across the ass as he walked away.
"Ouch! Mother fucker!" Jake yelled and chased after him leading to a minute of faux combat, their flaccid dicks bumping and jostling together. Brett kissed Jake again and they made out for a minute until Brett's pecker began to rise again and he ground himself against Jake.
"Your smooth crotch feels hot." Brett said, and he kissed Jake again.
"C'mon. Let's find Aaron. I wanna get outta here. I want that ass." Jake said and he smacked Brett's bare butt cheeks and took off naked out the door.
"Bastard!" Brett yelled. He started to follow Jake and then quickly grabbed Jake's underwear and his good tee shirt on the way out of the locker room, scrambling to put them on as he tried to keep up.
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"You hear that?" Jake whispered, stopping in the middle of the staff corridor behind the main bar behind the dance floor. Brett bumped into his naked body and grabbed his shoulders to stop himself.
"What?" Brett said. "Bloody hell, Mate."
"SShhhhhh!" Jake said. "Listen." He whispered again. "I think someone's fucking." Brett was silent and perked up his ears.
"Bugger me, Mate. I think you're right." Brett said as they both heard grunts and moans coming from the open door at the end of the hall, right next to where Jake had come into the building through the loading dock.
They both continued slowly down the hallway, making an effort to tread lightly so they weren't heard approaching. The moans and grunts got louder. The hallway was dim, and the door was open with light streaming out into the darkness. Jake suddenly recognized the grunts. It was Aaron. Then he recognized the moans as well as coming from Brandon. He smiled to himself. 'Those horny fuckers.' He thought. He'd wondered if they ever got together here at school. Jake missed their gym shower hook ups. He'd tried to replicate them with new guys at the gym but had been rebuffed. He suddenly missed his high school days. He needed to go to college. A real college like this one.
Brett was surprised when Jake suddenly walked quickly to the door and shouted.
"Got you, fuckers!" Jake yelled.
Brett caught up and stood behind Jake, both shocked and titillated at what he saw. Brandon was standing, facing the cooler with his hands gripping the edges of the thick, insulated metal door. His knees were bent in a squat, showing off his massive, muscular thighs and his round ass was pushed back against Aaron who was thrusting his long cock up inside while he steadied himself by holding onto Brandon's shoulders. They were both covered in a thin layer of glossy sweat.
"Crickey!" Brett said. Both Brandon and Aaron looked over at them. Brandon froze but Aaron kept thrusting, enjoying seeing Jake take in his conquest and knowing he was shocking Brett. He pulled out even further to show off the length of his boner. When only his head was left inside Brandon's hole, Aaron looked down and let a long strand of spit drool down onto his cock before forcefully thrusting it back in. Brandon grunted as it was reinserted and closed his eyes.
"Jake." Brandon said when he opened his eyes again. "How's it going?"
"Brando." Jake said acknowledging the greeting. "About the same as you."
"Doesn't look like it." Brandon said, through labored breathes.
"Trust me on this." Jake said.
Both Brandon and Aaron looked confused. Suddenly he was right back in the showers at their hometown gym. Jake's snarky competitive side took over and without thinking about the consequences with his new buddy, Brett, he turned around, bent at the waist, reached back with both hands to pull his ass cheeks apart and pushed the rest of Brett's cum load out of his anus. It oozed out over the back of his ball sack and a long strand hung from his right nut that was drooping down longer than his left.
"Brett! You fuckin' dog!" Aaron said. Brett blushed and managed to look horrified and somehow proud at the same time. His cock has grown inside Jake's gray boxer briefs and expanded even further at the sight of Aaron's impressive boner as he finally pulled out of Brandon's ass and turned to face them. The weight of his big dong made its bouncing around seem like slow-motion. Brandon stood up and the sight of his beer can-shaped boner officially gave Brett a full-fledged erection for about the tenth time tonight. Aaron and Brandon both smiled.
"You looking for Dix? You didn't get paid yet?"
"We were looking for our ride home." Jake said.
"Ah. Of course. Well, we're supposed to be getting Dix some post-party beers. Can you go deliver them for us?" Aaron said. "I've got something to finish up in here before we go." He added smiling and looking directly at Jake.
"You mean 'someone' to finish up." Jake said.
"That too." Aaron said and smacked Brandon's ass indicating he should resume the position.
"Take that twelve pack." Brandon said. "It's cold." He nodded down to the cardboard container near his left foot.
Jake looked at Brett and shrugged and grabbed the box from the floor. "Have fun, boys." He added and they left just as Aaron was dropping to a squat to add some spit to Brandon's pucker.
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"This place is a bloody madhouse." Brett said as they walked out. "How do you know the bartender?"
"He's from our hometown." Jake said.
"So he and Aaron have been together a long time?" Brett asked, trying to make sense of what he saw and make it less shocking and slutty in his head.
"Something like that." Jake said.
"And you've hooked up with them?" Brett asked.
"Something like that." Jake said. They carried the beer down the hall to the door labeled, "office" and walked in without knocking.
"Dad?!" Jake said. It was finally his turn to be shocked.
- Part 2: Office Hours
"Dad?!" Jake said. He was carrying a 12-pack of beer that covered his junk, but he appeared to be buck naked. He was with a guy wearing just a tight T-shirt, underwear and hiking boots.
I recognized his underwear as Jake's. I do his laundry and know every pair he owned. They were light gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs with a wide white waistband. They looked hot on Jake; I'm not gonna lie. He walks around the apartment in nothing but his underwear all the time. I think he does it on purpose to tease me. It works. He's gotten a little beefier since graduation and it's made all of his underwear tighter...and hotter.
My cock had deflated since shooting my load inside Will a few minutes ago but was coming back to life watching this guy and wondering how he ended up in Jake's drawers. His looked a little chubbed up inside too. He was either very well-endowed or had very recently been boned up, because the outline of a plump, heavy piece of meat was visible, tenting out the front of the briefs over his left hip. Light gray is a color that leaves nothing to the imagination. He didn't even look cut; that's how much of the outline was visible. Had they just been fooling around?
My cock grew even more. I looked down and saw my piss slit staring up at me. It was a good thing I was still kneeling on the cushions and was screened from their view by the back of the sofa. I grabbed the top of the back and pushed my stiff dick against the soft leather. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. I was definitely ready to go again. We had been waiting for this after party all day and it had just gotten even more interesting.
As I finally scanned the rest of this new guy's body, I realized that I recognized his gold, sleeveless T- shirt. He was Thor, the guy hanging out with Aaron that had somehow gotten Will to suck his cock under his kilt. I think Aaron said his name was Brett or Brent. Something like that. Where was his kilt now? Guys aren't supposed to wear anything under their kilt so that would explain why he needed Jake's boxers. But why was Jake naked?
"Jacob?!" Will said with wide eyes, shocked to see his son at all: less shocked that he was naked. He was naked a lot. "You ARE here! What the hell? Why are you here? Were you really a dancer tonight? How come we didn't see you? And why are you naked?"
"Damn. Where to start, Pops." Jake said, smiling as he realized his father hadn't recognized him all night and realized his flirtatiousness at the base of his cage had been genuine horniness at his seductive dancing skills. "I just took a shower because I was all hot and sweaty from working my ass off out there tonight. I made a shit load. It was awesome!" He paused to set the beer carton down on the desk. Dix and Teddy's eyes went straight to Jake's impressive manhood. He was hairless. He had the tiny red bumps above the base of his prick that indicated a hasty shaving job. Why had he decided to get rid of the lightning bolt? What the fuck?
Jake tore open the flimsy cardboard and pulled out a cold bottle of Miller High Life. He tried, unsuccessfully, to twist the top off and then looked around for an opener. Dix was now sitting behind his desk, still naked but also shielded from their view. He grabbed one from the middle drawer and tossed it to Jake who popped off the top and handed it to his buddy. "I'm guessing you could use one of these about now."
Brett's or Brent's face was a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He took it and chugged half of it down without taking a breath. He remained silent but couldn't take his eyes off of Will and me, although I also watched him periodically glance over at Teddy's hairy dad bod and Dix.
"Who else needs one?" Jake said. Everyone's hand went up like they were taking roll call in class. "We ran into Brando. He was...busy...so, he told me to make this delivery, but I need to get paid still too." He added as he handed the next beer to Dix. "Have we met before tonight?" Dix shook his head, not remembering that he'd met him back in high school when he waited on them at the restaurant in the tournament hotel. I couldn't help but smile.
Jake handed the next two beers to Teddy and Will "By the way, nice costume tonight." He said to Will as he pushed the cold bottle against his shaved, sweaty chest and slid it down between his pecs to his happy trail and rested the bottom on the base of his dick. "You forgot to put your hose away, Mr. Fireman." The frigid condensation dripped off down the length of his shaft. It made Will shudder. I wished he'd done it to me, it looked like it would feel good against my sweaty skin.
Then he grabbed one for me. "I liked your costume even better. Woof." He added with his devilish grin.
"Will was just standing, stunned but silently brought the bottle to his mouth and guzzled almost all of it. Just what he needed.
"How come we didn't see you?" I asked. "Where were you dancing? We saw Leo in the cage." Jake busted out laughing.
"Brett here tells me you're hammered." Jake said to his father and took a big swig from his own beer bottle. "Aren't you gonna cut him off?" Jake turned to me and asked, laughing. It was a good question. I'd never had to intervene before. I'd never seen Will genuinely intoxicated. I was pretty buzzed too though. I abdicated responsibility and took another gulp from my own bottle.
"He can take care of himself." I said but wasn't sure that was actually true. It seemed like a buzz kill move to take his beer.
"So, from the smell of Jizz in here, it seems like you started without us." Jake said and directed it at me, making eye contact. His smile was so much like Will's.
"From the looks of things, it looks like you two started without us? I replied, completely unsure if anything actually had been going on, but I had some suspicions.
"Here's your payment, Jake." Dix said, handing him an envelope from the same drawer as the bottle opener. "You did a great job. I really appreciate it. I could use you again, if you're ever back in the neighborhood." He reached out to shake Jake's hand. Jake looked at it skeptically and smirked, not knowing where it had been recently but shook it anyway, knowing his had been in equally questionable places.
"Seriously, where were you dancing? I would love to have seen you dance! I can't even picture that." Will said a little snarkily. It occurred to me that Will may believe his son inherited his own significant lack of skill on the dance floor. He just keeps underestimating him.
"Seriously, yourself, Pops." Jake responded. I could sense Jake's joy in knowing his father hadn't yet figured out what I just had. Holy shit. Jake was the devil.
Brett looked at Jake, confused too. "You fucking danced and made out at my feet all fucking night. Seemed like the devil was giving you both boners out there...at least when you weren't distracted by blowing my buddy Brett here. I can't believe you didn't get kicked out. I guess it pays to know management." Jake added, barely able to keep a straight face. Dix laughed and toasted Teddy as he realized what had happened too. Jake was in heaven watching his father come to the realization that he'd been unknowingly lusting after him most of the night.
Will's eyes got wide, and he stepped back against the back of sofa. He made a guttural sound that was untranslatable. I felt his shock, although not to the same degree. We'd both been perving over the Devil all night. I couldn't imagine what was going through Will's head, but the fuzzy emotional haze of too many beers was not going to help him navigate it. He just kept looking back and forth between Brett and Jake with his mouth hanging open. I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
"It was nice of you to bring back our playmate from earlier tonight." Will said with slurred cockiness and then he guzzled the rest of his beer and grabbed another. "Our" was a bit of a stretch.
In that brief instant before he spoke, I had anticipated several responses, but completely ignoring the fact that his son had been the object of his desire half of the night - and aggressively turning his attention back on the stranger he fellated in public earlier - was not one of them. His eyes were glued to the kid's bulging crotch.
"Do you want me to finish what I started?" Will asked. His question was directed right at Brett as his gaze finally moved to up to make eye contact with him instead, ignoring Jake completely.
Jake and Brett's eyes both got wide as they watched Will, who had been standing stark naked facing Jake like a porn version of Dorian Gray's mirror, as his cock went from plump and sticking straight out, to rigid and standing up toward the ceiling.
Brett licked his lips. "Bloody hell." He said under his breath.
"What?" Jake asked. "It's not like he's Aaron."
"Even his dick looks like yours." Brett said, betraying what had gone on between them to us all. My cock drooled picturing the two of them together. I wondered who had done what to whom. So Jake had finally succumbed to his desire with his blonde buddy from down under. I wondered how all of that had transpired in the last 48 hours.
"You mean his dick looks like mine." Will said.
"You mean, version 2.0" Jake said, grabbing his dick and stroking it. "New and improved."
I couldn't help but laugh. What the fuck was going on? Jake and Will were in some sort of father-son pissing match over this Thor dude. So much for Will's, 'let's not be skanky' speech.
Will's had dropped his arm at his side but was still holding his beer. I decided to gently grab it from his hand. He turned to me and instinctively furrowed his brow. "Why don't I take this for a minute." I said. "Looks like you have a job to complete." I smiled him, giving him permission. He smiled back at me and walked over to Thor.
"I'm Will." He said, extending his hand. The formality made Dix bust out laughing. I joined him.
"Introduce us to your buddy, Jake." I said.
"So sorry, guys." Jake said. "Brett, this is my dad. His name's Will. That's Matt, his Luuuuverrrr." He added drawing out 'lover' for pervy drama. I don't really know these other fuckers. That's the boss man. Good guy. I like him." He added and winked at Dix, who oddly blushed." Jesus. Jake has a way about him.
"I'm Teddy." Teddy said giving a short, two-finger salute with the hand that was holding his beer. His legs were crossed as he leaned against the wall like a naked cowboy in a Marlboro commercial. His other hand was casually fondling his purple mushroom cock head.
"Pink jockstrap." Brett said, as though he'd just put two and two together and betraying the fact that he been scanning the hot daddy bartender as he and Aaron sat at the bar.
"You noticed?" Teddy said smiling and took another swig of his beer. I decided to down the rest of Will's to prevent him from doing it.
"Nice to formally meet you, Brett. You've got a sexy accent." Will said and then dropped to his knees in front of him.
"That's exactly what I said." Jake said and watched his father wrap his right hand around Brett's stiff cock and cup his balls in his left before swallowing his head and then moving slowly down his shaft.
Brett closed his eyes and moaned. He put his hands on Will's head and bent his knees slightly so he could thrust in and out. Brett turned to Jake, and I saw a cautious look on his face like he wasn't sure if this was cool with him or not. Jake stepped over to him and planted his mouth on Brett's and made out with him as he rustled his dad's hair like a father would do to a precocious toddler.
Jake turned and looked right at me. "My cock's not gonna suck itself." Dix busted out laughing again and I saw his hand move to his crotch behind the desk.
"Damn, Daddies. This kid's got some fuckin' balls on him."
"You have no idea." I said. Will just nodded his head as he kept sucking Brett's cock. Brett looked like he was in heaven. I'm pretty sure he would have nutted in Will's mouth already if this had been his first load of the night; another piece of evidence indicating he and Jake had already fooled around.
'What the fuck?' I thought. It wasn't like I hadn't sucked Jake's cock before. It would have been weirder and also unacceptable if I'd done it without Will in the room. That seemed like a different line to cross. This was another group thing, sort of like the camping trip. Maybe it would be our last although that seemed unlikely. It would probably be our last for quite a while. It would provide enough material for some hot sex at home as well as some horny masturbation in the shower if I was ever too worked up and Will wasn't around.
I wasn't the only one who still occasionally rubbed one out between our nights in bed together. I'd been working late all week about a month ago and came home to find Will in the shower with a dildo suction- cupped to the tile wall, pounding on his banana cock. The sound of the water apparently drowned out the sound of me getting home. I watched him with his knees bent slightly, backing his ass up against the wall, burying a 7.5" chocolate-brown silicone dong up his ass for a couple of minutes before I got boned up myself and stripped down to join him under the warm water to suck his cock until he came extra hard with his butt slammed against the tile. I just kissed him with a mouth full of cum and left him in the shower without saying a word. I love him.
It's different with Jake. He just makes my dick hard. I can't help that. I climbed over the back of the sofa and stood opposite Jake, hesitating for one last second to see if my conscience would tell me not to keep going.
I heard nothing in my head except 'look at that fine-looking dude with the beautiful banana shaped cock just his father's. Jake smiled his devilish grin at me. "I knew you were fuckin' boned up over there." Then he grabbed his erection and started stroking it. It quickly finished rising to its full size. Jake twisted his palm around it and bent his knees slightly at the pleasure he was causing himself.
I took the remaining four steps to be right in front of him. I put my hand on his left pec and rubbed his stiff little nipple with my thumb. Then I slid the back of my hand down the middle of his torso until my fingers were at the spot where his lightning bolt once was. His smooth pelvis was hot. I hadn't felt a guy that was completely shaved since Ethan. I've always been a big fan of the man bush: the bigger, the better. But this felt so erotic to just feel the smooth skin as it turned from his abdomen into his manhood.
I dropped to my knees and held his stiff cock forward toward me so I could brush my lips and nose across that smooth skin. I kissed it and licked the top of the base of his cock.
"C'mon! Do it!" Jake commanded desperately. It made me wonder if he hadn't busted his load yet. He reached for my head, wrapping his fist around my long hair, pulling me down.
I reached around and grabbed his round ass cheeks and slid my fingers from the top of his crack down into his deep crevasse until I found his hole. I played with it as I let his head enter my mouth. Then I felt it. The warm wetness of a recent load of jizz. I pulled off his cock. "No. Fucking. Way!" I blurted out. I immediately looked over at Brett who had turned to look at me as I'd said that. "You lucky dog, Brett!" I added. He blushed and smiled and then looked at Jake who had purposely redirected his glance elsewhere.
"Damn, Jake. You must really like this guy." I said. Brett smiled again, even wider.
"Shut the fuck up and put my dick back in your mouth, Wolfman." Jake said. I did as he asked and spent the next seven or eight minutes blowing my boyfriend's son. I was rock hard and dripping. I wanted to jack off but I couldn't bring myself to take my fingers from Jake's slippery crack. I wanted to fuck him.
"I can't take any more of this." Teddy said. He'd just been standing on the sidelines watching this action, stroking his cock. Dix appeared to be doing the same from the comfort of his ergonomic desk chair. Teddy walked over to Dix who thought he was being invited to give him head and reached for his balls to pull him closer. Teddy let him play for a few seconds and then, from the corner of my eye, I saw him bend down and whisper something in Dix's ear. Dix laughed a little and then stood up.
"You're on, Old Man." He said to Teddy as we walked around the desk. Brett had only seen Dix from the chest up so far and literally gasped when he saw Dix walking toward him. Dix was a sexy sight. His upper body was fit with a visible six pack and a dusting of shortly trimmed dark brown fur across his lean chest. He had hardly any pecs but enough to make the fur look like it belonged there. His arms were sinewy, and you could see the fibers of his shoulder muscles, but his arms weren't big. From the waist down though, he was a cave man. The sides of his hips were smooth and as soon as they turned into thighs, they were the hairiest legs in the room, and both Teddy and I were giving him some competition. His seven-inch cock was standing at attention.
Somehow Teddy had come up with a tube of lube and offered it to Dix. They both slathered on the gel and stroked. Then he walked over and stood behind us. They jacked off for a minute facing Brett and Jake and then looked at each other and dropped to their knees as well behind Will and I.
"No bloody way!" Brett said and looked over at Jake who again was ignoring him and watching me blow him.
Teddy and Dix both took hands full of lube and I felt the cold gel at my back door and then fingers.
"I've missed this pretty ass." Dix said as he lined up his stiff boner in Will's crack. Then he pushed himself in. "Fuck. That's one sloppy hole. What is this? Number four tonight?"
"Number five." Teddy said. "Does my dick count as two or three for this guy?" He added, referring to my ass since I'd been fucked twice, but technically by only one cock.
"You counting cocks or cum loads?" Dix asked.
"Fuck yeah, boys!" Jake said. "Let's spit roast these pervy old men."
"Hey! Watch who you're calling old, kid." Teddy said as he shoved his six-inch rod into me without any warning. Normally that would have caused me to wince, but I was apparently wide open for business. He slid right in and held himself against my fuzzy butt cheeks. "I got a few years on these hot young bucks here, kid." He added with a grunt as he bottomed out. "Now that's a fucking man's ass." He said slapping my fuzzy right butt cheek, making me flinch and squeeze my pucker tightly around his shaft. He let out a guttural moan and started actively fucking me.
We got into a workable rhythm so I could return to sucking Jake's cock. Will had his eyes closed as Dix fucked him from behind while he worked on Brett's tool.
"Bloody hell, I'm gonna cum." Brett said. Will had been stroking his cock but let go and reached up to grab Brett's tight nut sac. "Oooohhhh!" Brett blurted out as he bent his knees and started thrusting violently against Will's face. His obviously uncontrolled gyrations made both Dix and Teddy laugh. They turned to high five each other. Will finally pulled off and smiled and stuck out his tongue to show Brett his load.
Jake looked over at Brett. I saw anxiety on his face as if he wasn't sure what Brett would do next. Maybe he was worried Brett would suddenly want to leave. It was the middle of night after all. I felt Jake's dick deflate slightly. He was more worried than I'd even guessed. I pulled off and just stroked him and played with his balls.
"Mother fucking bloody hell!" Brett said emphasizing each word as he exhaled like he'd just been jogging.
"Good?" Jake said with rare trepidation in his voice.
"Fucking hell, Mate. That was the hottest fucking thing..." Brett said. "I can't fucking believe that. Watching that...while he...and watching you after I've done that...I knew exactly what he felt..." he added trailing off. Jake seemed relieved. "I really wanna suck a cock again."
"Suck me!" Will said, immediately, as though he thought everyone would jump at the chance and he wanted to make sure he was first in line. I couldn't blame him. He'd been fucked five times now without getting to cum himself yet. I was still really horny. He had to be going nuts.
"You should definitely return the favor." I said to Brett.
Brett just looked confused at Will on his hands and knees as if the logistics were too challenging. I would have just laid on my back on the floor underneath him. Maybe Brett was new to this. His reaction to getting head from Will did seem a bit exaggerated even given Will's considerable skill at the task.
"You can suck my cock, kid." Teddy said without any hesitation in his thrusts against me. This was his second load. He could be at it a while.
Brett scrunched up his nose. "But...it's got ass on it now." Everyone laughed.
"Suck me. I need to nut so fuckin' bad." Will said and stood up, forcing Dix's cock to slide out of his hole.
"Hey!" Dix protested. "I was getting close!"
"You were not." Teddy laughed. "I know you're a young buck but that'd be number three in an hour."
"Fuck you, I was...gettin' there." Dix said. They smiled at each other. They were obviously good friends, and this wasn't their first rodeo together. It was cute that Dix had a thing for daddies.
"Maybe your son would like to pinch hit for you?" DIx said to Will. "I guess relief catcher would be more descriptive." He added looking at Jake.
"I'm good for now." Jake said, smiling at Dix.
"Ah. You're just a top man?" Dix asked. "Does the apple fall far from the tree?"
"I'm...saving myself." Jake said and made eye contact with Brett who blushed and got a big grin. "Now go ahead and suck my dad's dick. You could use the practice." He added with his devilish grin.
"We got ourselves a newbie?" Teddy said.
"He's trying it on for a couple of days to see how it fits." Jake said.
"And how's it fit so far?" Teddy asked Brett.
"Like a worn-out pink jockstrap so far." Brett said regaining some of the swagger Jake was originally drawn to.
"Good one, kid." Teddy said. "You wanna try it on for size?" Brett had excitement in his eyes but was silent. "I'll get it for you." Teddy pulled out of my ass, a feeling that always leaves me feeling empty even though I was a little sore by now. He walked over to grab his fuchsia jock off Dix's desk where he'd pealed it off earlier. Brett's eyes followed Teddy's slick boner like the bouncing ball under karaoke lyrics.
Teddy tossed it to Brett who caught it and instinctively held it to his nose before stepping into it. He reached inside the pouch to adjust his junk. His dick was still hard, and the wide waistband just held his erection straight up tight against him. Then he adjusted his leg straps and cupped his hand under his balls. "How's it look, Mates?"
"Hot as fuck. Now it's time to get on your knees. As my son just said, "it's not gonna suck itself."
"Unless you're Eric." Jake blurred out.
Everyone looked confused but me. It's a good thing no one here cared. Jake's mouth is eventually gonna get him in some serious trouble. He's gonna get his ass kicked at some point.
Brett ignored him and walked over to Will and put his hands on Will's chest. He felt up his body: down around his shoulders and his arms. Then he stepped so close that Will's stiff cock brushed against the pink pouch of the jockstrap. Brett moaned and then reached around and grabbed Will's ass pushing his groin completely against Will. "Fucking Hell, this is hot." Brett whispered. Will put his hand gently on Brett's shoulder and pushed to guide him to his knees. Brett got the hint and sank to the floor.
"Go ahead. Take it. Is Jake's the only one you've tried so far?" Will asked.
Brett nodded and cupped his hand under Will's low-hanging ball sac and rolled them around in his hand.
"Go ahead." Will said. "I really need it."
Brett looked up at him. Will smiled and nodded. Brett took Will into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Finally." Will moaned. He stood still which I knew was an effort. I knew he wanted to start thrusting in and out - but he knew he shouldn't overwhelm Brett. "That feels amazing." He added, encouraging Brett to fully give into it. "Watch the teeth, Buddy...that's it." Will started slowly thrusting, holding on to Brett's shoulder.
"Maybe we should be doing a father-son taste test." Dix said, smirking. He'd already caught on to the fact that there was some inter-generational competitiveness going on.
"I had strawberries today. I'm gonna win that challenge, hands down." Jake said.
"You mean pants down." Dix said. Dix walked over and stood next to me and then bent over and kissed the side of my cheek as I was sucking Jake's cock. I pulled off enough to have his kisses hit my lips. We made out a little and then he took over on Jake's prick. I kissed his neck and grabbed his cock to give it a couple of tugs. Then I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He moaned onto Jake's cock. That position wasn't comfortably sustainable. I let him take over blowing Jake. He seemed to be really enjoying it. I just concentrated on getting back into a good rhythm with Teddy.
"How's it going back there?" I asked. "You gettin' close?"
"I could fuck you for an hour!" Teddy replied, slamming his pelvis hard against me. It wasn't like I wasn't enjoying it but that didn't exactly come as welcome news. I was hard as a rock again after sucking Jake's pretty cock and making out with Dix but I wanted to get my cock some action too. I put my head down on my arm on the floor and played with my balls a little before grabbing my boner and starting to stroke. There was something both relaxing and erotic about this position. I was just giving over to being pounded. My back was arched, my ass was in the air. My balls were tight up against my taint and it felt good to have Teddy's pelvis slamming against my naked ass at a steady pace. I started to time my strokes with his thrusts.
Jake had backed up so that Dix could get between us. His ass was right in my face. Staring right at it was working on getting me close; I felt the stirring in my groin. Was Dix's ass in my face all I needed to cum again? His ass was so hot: so much hotter than it used to be when he had less hair. The swirls that his body hair made on his ass were like sweeping, Van Gogh brush strokes across his round young globes. This had been a different kind of starry night.
I strained my neck to get my mouth to his crack. Teddy saw what I was doing and helped push me forward with his thrusts until I could dive my face into his dense furry crack.
I played with his hole with my thumbs, spreading his cheeks apart and lapping at his pucker to get him ready for my cock. I needed to unload again, and I wanted it to with Dix.
"Fuck, Matt. You gained some skills since you were back there last." Dix said, pulling off Jake's cock for a second.
"Yeah, it's been too long. We should have come for a visit sooner." I said, raising my face just above his butt cheeks. I made eye contact with Jake over Dix's shoulder. Jake looked surprised to confirm this had not been our first time together. He stuck his tongue out at me at wagged it, raising his eyebrows and smiling at me. He seemed to be relaxing into his usual horny demeanor, finally. He must be relieved that his new buddy, Brett, is adapting to this experience, given what was obviously of a lack of it. Then he looked over my shoulder above me and smirked at Teddy and grabbed Dix's head to gently face-fuck him at the same pace as Teddy's thrusts into me.
"I'm gonna cum!!" Will said, almost shouting next to us. Brett instinctively pulled off. His newbie status undoubtedly made him leery of accepting a load of cum in his mouth. I remember those days. He also wasn't skilled enough to know he needed to keep stroking Will's cock. "Dude!! Don't fuckin' stop!" Will yelled as he had to grab his own boner to jack off until he launched a massive splatter of nut all over Brett's face. He was lucky Will missed his eyes because Brett was so stunned - or impressed - or excited - that he watched each rope spew at him.
I've never seen Will with that much build up. Maybe the beers added to the volume. He shot at least eight long jets of white spooge across Brett's face, hitting his hair and his forehead and both cheeks, and two messy ropes across his lips, into his left nostril and even his ear. He sat back on his heels too stunned to speak. He was smiling though. Then he licked his lips.
"Oh, fuck!" Teddy said and started jackhammering against me until he grabbed my waist and held me tight. I couldn't feel it but I was certain he was unloading into me. Then he pulled out and squeezed the last of his cum load out onto the top of my crack and started spreading it around with his fat cock head. His warm piece of meat felt hot against the small of my back. Then he surprised me by shoving it back in for a few pumps before finally pulling out for real. "Damn, boys. That fuckin' gusher of a cum shot sent me over the edge. I thought I was a long ways away. Fuckin' hot as hell!!" He paused to catch his breath. "Whose jizz tasted better?"
Brett just shrugged. Everyone laughed.
Will bent down and licked his own cum off Brett's cheek and kissed him.
"Wow. You kiss just like Jake." Brett blurted out. I felt a string of precum drool out.
"Oh yeah?" Dix said. "I wanna see." He stood up, leaving his furry little ass right in my face but then stepped forward. He put one hand on Jake's waist and then leaned in to lock lips with him. Jake gave him what appeared to be a passionate kiss. He knew he was competing. Then Dix walked over to Will and planted his mouth on him too. Will grabbed Dix's boner and squeezed it, making them both snicker. "They are kinda the same. Crazy." Then he bent over and licked Will's jizz from Brett's other cheek and kissed him as well. "Yum. This kid's got some soft lips on him. I like it. Keep this one around, Jake."
"That's up to him at this point." Jake said, turning to smile down at Brett who smiled back. Then Jake looked Dix in the eyes and looked down at his boner, expecting Dix to return to his duties. Dix smiled.
"Your son's a demanding little fucker." Dix said.
"You have no idea." Both Will and I said at exactly the same time which made even Brett start to laugh. He stood up and started stroking his stiff cock as he watched Dix return to blowing Jake. I got behind him and held my arm out to Teddy for the lube. Teddy's a pro: he knew exactly what I wanted, grabbed the bottle from the desk, and squeezed out a generous amount in my palm. I lubed up Dix's crack and slipped my middle finger in while I slathered up my own hard prick. Dix acted as though he didn't even notice so, I added some more lube and my ring finger, and he finally grunted at being stretched open.
"Ready, Bud?" I said, mostly trying to be considerate of Jake's dick in his mouth.
"Yeah. Go for it." Dix pulled out and waited for me to enter him before going back down on Jake's banana bone.
"Nice!" Jake said. "I love a good spit roasting.
I started to thrust into Dix. His warm hole hugged my thick cock and I felt him gently squeeze his sphincter around the base of my shaft. He knew how to get fucked. He was a true versatile boy - happy with whatever came next.
"I wanna see if Brett's right about this." I said to Jake and leaned forward over Dix's back hoping Jake would reciprocate. He smiled his devilish grin at me and I started bucking hard. I had been ready to fuck for so long. I felt Teddy's spooge slowly leaking from my hole down my inner thigh. I liked the idea of cum dripping from both holes. Jake leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. Then he licked my upper lip and pulled back and laughed. I instinctively made a dissatisfied face and he smiled again and then grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. It took my breath away and he made out with me while I hammered against Dixon until I went over the edge.
"Ooooooohhhh Myyyyy Gaaaawwwwddd!!" I grunted into his mouth as I dumped my cum load inside Dix's hole. It was as though I'd could feel my cum coursing through my plumbing all the way from my balls to my piss slit. He knew what was happening and arched his back and slammed back against me. It was an amazing orgasm. Jake made his tongue round and firm in my mouth, and I sucked it slowly as he pulled away from me, standing up straight again.
"Bloody fucking hell!" Brett said watching that interaction that felt both softly erotic and animalistic at the same time.
"No shit." Will said. "I'll have what he ordered." Everyone laughed again. What had started out to be a little awkward and uncertain had turned into one hell of a good time. It had been nearly exactly as erotic as we'd hoped going into tonight, even though it was far from what either Will or I had pictured.
Suddenly there was a knock on the frame of the open office door. "Seems like you didn't really miss us." Brandon said as he and Aaron stood in the doorway, intertwined in each other's arms.
"That was quite the show." Aaron added as though they'd been there long enough to have watched us like porn. Their flaccid dicks betrayed the fact that they'd apparently screwed themselves into being spent for the night though. "You ready to head out, Bros?" He added to Jake and Brett.
"Uh...yeah. Seems like we've done enough damage in here. Our clothes are still downstairs." Jake said. "Let's go, Mate." He added in his best Aussie accent. Brett smiled and followed Jake out. He stopped at the door and turned around.
"Uh...good to meet you blokes." Brett said, smirking. "Thanks for...whatever the fuck that was." He turned and was out of sight down the dark corridor.
I started looking for what little clothing we'd started out with. Will grabbed another High Life and popped the top off. "Damn. That was fuckin' fun, boys. Who else needs a beer?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said while trying to keep a straight face. "I'm positive you're going to regret that: if not tonight, yet, then for sure in the morning."
"Ok, Daaad!" Will said in a voice he'd have been surprised to learn sounded so much like his son. Both Dix and Teddy laughed.
"You did earn it tonight." Teddy offered up to Will. Not helpful.
"I sure as shit did earn it. My ass hole is fuckin' numb." Will said.
"Are you leaking out onto the sofa, man?" Dix said, coincidentally wiping my jizz from his own furry ass crack with a new, white bar rag.
"Shut the fuck up, Dix." Teddy said laughing. "If that fuckin' couch could talk..."
"Yeah, I guess that's fair." Dix laughed. "I think it used to be a completely different color."
"Gross." Will said and chugged his beer and looked around at the leather as if he could actually see cum stains.
"That's why it's leather." Teddy said. "You ever notice that all the couches in pornos are leather? Easy clean up."
"Again, gross." Will said and finished his beer.
"Jesus. H. You seriously can't have any more." I said, sounding like a chaperone at a high school dance.
"But Daaaad!!" Will said, making fun of me.
"Can we get an Uber in this neighborhood now?" I asked.
"I can drive you." Teddy said. "Dix still has some work to do."
"Thanks, Man." Dix said.
"Damn. Sorry we kept you so long." I said.
Dix laughed. "Don't be. That was awesome. Been looking forward to it all week. You guys really need to visit more often."