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Ruben wasn’t too keen on helping his two primary tormentors out of a jam of their own creation, so he was demanding a high price from the two jocks for it. The only way Ruben was going to be handing the answers over to anyone was if they sucked him off and swallowed down his load first. Sid and Bruno didn’t have any other options, so they’d reluctantly submitted to licking and sucking their once-victim’s cock until he gave up the answers.

It was only once they’d started coating Ruben’s cock with their spit that Ruban announced that he’d only be giving his answer key to the one who completely swallowed his load. That immediately caused Sid and Bruno to start fighting over who could take Ruben’s cock into their mouth and claim the prize.

I walked into the theater late, there I quickly spotted the perfect seat—right behind this straight couple. The boyfriend in the front seat was a total alpha stud, handsome face, fresh fade with that sharp line-up, and one thick, veined bicep draped casually around his girlfriend’s shoulders as if he owned her. While sitting behind them I touched his arm and let my power kick in, my powers only worked if I made skin contact with a man. The lust hit him like a freight train, sudden, deep, unstoppable gay craving for the gay stranger sitting behind him, no matter how straight he’d been two seconds ago, he now wanted to fuck me more than anything in his life.

He twisted in his seat and looked back at me, those dark eyes now burning with raw hunger. Our stares locked. He flexed that massive bicep and shot me a cocky wink. My cock throbbed. I grinned back, leaned forward, and started feeling up his biceps. My fingers traced his arm while his girl watched the movie, totally oblivious of the stranger enjoying her boyfriend's biceps right behind her. I squeezed and started licking him, he bit his lip, breathing heavier but staying perfectly still so she wouldn’t notice her boyfriend’s muscles getting worshipped by a stranger.

After a few minutes of me groping and him flexing for me, he turned to her. “Babe, I gotta take a leak real quick. Be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her deep—but his eyes never left mine the whole time, locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. When he stood, the massive tent in his pants was obvious, thick outline straining against the fabric. He walked out. I followed two seconds later.

The second I stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, and crushed his mouth to mine like he’d been in love with me his whole life. “Fuck… I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can't think straight. All I can feel is a deep desire for you,” he growled between sloppy, desperate kisses, hands roaming my ass. Straight or not, my power had flipped a switch—he didn’t care anymore. He lifted me easily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his huge arms carrying me like I weighed nothing, and he kicked open a stall door.

He set me on my knees, unzipped fast, and yanked out his thick, hard, dark brown cock—veiny, heavy, already leaking. “Suck it, please...” he asked with need. I teased him by licking the head, but he was having none of that, he roughly grabbed my hair and face-fucked me hard, his hips snapping, that fat head punching the back of my throat while he groaned like an animal. “Shit… your mouth feels better than my girlfriend's pussy, fuck... what's wrong with me?” Saliva dripped down my chin as he used me, balls slapping my chin, owning my face completely.

I pulled off gasping, spun around, shoved my pants down, and arched my ass up. He immediately dropped to his knees, straight stud or not he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue working my hole, eating me out sloppy and hungry like he needed to taste me more than air. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his face. Then he stood, grabbed his monster cock and rolled on a condom he had in his wallet, he lined up and slammed in raw and rough. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. “Take it, bitch,” he snarled, gripping my hips and pounding me like a jackhammer—hard, fast, relentless. The stall rattled. He fucked me deeper with every stroke, grunting, sweat dripping, that powerful body dominating me completely. “Gonna fill this ass... need... to fill... this ass...” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing inside the condom as he unloaded.

“Hi, yeah, name’s Marcus.” I said, wiping my hands on my pants and reaching over for a handshake.

“Oh, I don’t do the handshake, we’re still in the middle of a pandemic.” He said with a stone cold expression and backing up a bit.

Shit, I’m such an idiot; “Right, sorry.” I retreated my hand and we stayed in silence for several seconds before he cracked a smile and started laughing, “I’m messing with ya,” he extended his hand and noticed his class ring, “I’m Jim.”

He had a tight grip, and after shaking each other’s hand for a short while, he withdrew it. He continued to stand there as I unpacked, asking me about my background and such before asking why I chose to dedicate my first years out “in the real world” to working in a boring office like this one.

“I like the work.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. It was an educational place, where we read, edit and revised textbooks for schools. My job was to make sure the books were not littered with issues in grammar. As an English major, this was a safe and easy job right out of college.

“Uh huh… nothing to do with just doing something for the money?”

“Trust me, I’m not making millions here.” I said chuckling.

“I know that’s right, buddy.” He replied.

After leaving me, I began to work and as I worked, I would catch glimpses of Jim walking by, talking to the others and being very handsome. He was built nicely and the way that his pants accentuated his assets was a nice view from my cubicle. By the time the workday ended, I was getting ready to leave when I heard Jim laughing by the elevator.

I sped-walked towards the elevators and luckily for me, ended up in the elevator with him and couple of the others. Even more, I was standing right next to him in the back as the others talked about their plans for the evening.

“So, new guy, what are you doing after work?” He whispered to me.

“I, uh…nothing… going to go home, watch T.V., maybe order take out.” I responded honestly.

“You sound 40… I should know, I’m getting real close to it.”

“You look good for an old guy.” I responded.

He punched my arm and chuckled, “I walked into that one.” The doors opened and as we left the building he smiled and waved at a woman in a nice car.

“Ride’s here.” He smiled and walked off. Fuck, that ass was beautiful. I pretended to text someone and stayed in place to see him get in and greet the mystery woman, “Hi sweetheart, thanks for picking me up.” They kissed and droved off.

I sighed and walked towards my car.

The next couple of months, Jim and I grew closer, especially when he learned that he and I had graduated from the same university. Our relationship turned into a full-blown bromance with banter, ribbing, and similar work ethic. Our coworkers would always ask me where Jim was and if they saw him first, they’d ask where I was. We fed into it, making comments that we were married to one another, something deep down I wish was true. Jim was so sexy to me and each time we hugged or made physical contact, I wish it would lead to something else.

“Hey bud, whatcha doin’?” Jim asked me one Friday before we were done for the day.

“Working, unlike some people.” I said as I took a sip of my tea.

“Damn, I was just coming back from the porcelain throne and thought I’d see if you wanted to hang out after work, but I guess I’ll go fuck myself instead, sheesh.”

I started laughing and spun around in my chair, “That was visual.”

“So, hang out or what?” He asked again, coming in and sitting on my desk, opening the drawer and looking for a protein bar, “The other drawer.”

“You moved them?” He asked.

“Yeah, seems an old man keeps getting in my stash.”

“That’s tough luck.” He responded, opening the drawer and grabbing a protein bar.

“I’ll hang out if you buy dinner.” I continued, “You know, the least you can do after eating my last protein bar and sitting on my paperwork.”

“Alright shrimp, I’ll buy dinner but you buy the beer.”

“I thought the Mrs was not a fan of the devil’s drink.”

“Yeah but she’s out of town and left me home alone.”

“Fine, I’ll hang out and bring the beer.”

“Great, see you at my place bud.”

We ended up eating pizza and drinking a lot. I had gotten us beer and he had bought some as well, hoping for a boy’s weekend. He texted me to bring a change of clothes to stay the night if I wanted and a pair of swimming trunks for the jacuzzi.

We ended the night in the jacuzzi where he and I began to play truth or dare, something I would not had agreed to if I was completely sober.

“Fine, you go, truth or dare.” He said.

“Truth.”

“Boo… well, uh… what’s your body count?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you…” I said as serious as I could before laughing and taking a sip, “Uh, I don’t know man, 10?”

“Whore.” He responded and we continued laughing, “How many were women?”

“I thought it was my turn, jackass.” I responded. He knew I was bi and liked to ask me questions about my ‘gay’ nights.

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare, I’m not a coward.” He said smiling.

“I dare you to… French kiss me.” I took a sip and waited for him to protest to be like, ‘dude, no.’ He didn’t do that. He finished his beer, tossed the bottle in the trash can and got next to me before putting his hand on the back of my head and pulling me in for the kiss.

It was tentative at first but soon, it evolved to a proper kiss and more so when I felt his tongue probing my mouth open. I could taste the beer in his breath, the warmth of his body as we got closer to one another. This dare was impulsive, but damn was it worth.

“How’s that for a kiss, shrimp.” He asked once we stopped making out.

“I had better.” I responded but honestly, this was better than any other kiss I had before.

“Lying asshole.” We laughed and he asked me, “Truth or dare?”

“We still playing?”

“Yeah we are… so?”

“Fine, dare.”

“I dare you to stroke my cock.”

“I’m reporting you to HR.”

“I am HR.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes and began feeling his cock through his shorts. It was girthy for sure and already hard as steel after the kiss. I undid the velcro and slid my hand inside and grabbed it before making eye contact with him.

“Come on, I’m waiting.”

“Shut up.” I responded and ended up kissing him again as I stroked him. He pulled me in and we were back to making out as his cock throbbed in my hand. Soon, though, he was pushing me off him as he got out of the jacuzzi.

“Fuck, man… I almost shot.”

“Wow, can’t even last more than 5 minutes, shame…”

“I can last, that ain’t no problem.”

“I don’t think you can…”

“Come inside and I’ll prove it.”

He left me there wondering what he meant. I thought of maybe calling it a night but I was too horned up from the kiss. I went inside and found him in the living room naked with his ass in the air, “Come on and kiss my ass, buddy.”

“Dude, I didn’t know you shaved that fat ass.” I said as I walked towards him.

“I shaved it today…when I knew she was going to be gone.” He responded seductively, swaying his ass side to side.

“So, you want your ass kissed, Mr. HR?”

“To start…” He then began to feel his ass before his digit tapped at his hole.

“I don’t think we’re playing any truth or dare anymore, are we…” I said as I knelt behind him and placed my hands on his hairless ass.

“No, we’re not…” was the whispered response.

I dived in and began to tackle that ass. It tasted like the jacuzzi water on him but overall, those muscled cheeks swallowed my face and I was not mad about it. Jim was my workplace husband but, in this moment, I wanted to wife him up and this be our new normal.

“Eat that ass, Marcus, get that tongue in there.” I was encouraged and needy for that ass, I redoubled my efforts and continued munching and biting and licking and anything he wanted me to do because I wanted what came next to actually happen.

“That ass is a work of art, I guess all those protein bars you took from my desk helped a bit.”

“I went extra hard on the squats this week… getting ready for ya.”

“Yeah buddy, getting that fat muscled ass primed and ready for your work husband?”

“Fuck yeah, Marcus, wanted to give you something nice to fuck… firm muscled ass for that fat cock.”

“I didn’t know you were such a needy bottom, Jim.”

“I didn’t realize you were packing a torpedo in your dress slacks, Marcus.”

“How long is the lady of the house gone for?”

“Long enough to use me like a sex doll throughout my place.” He smirked before I went in, fucking Jim’s perfect muscle hole.

This is the asshole who’s been bullying my little bro. We stand just inside his apartment, and I try to reason with him. But he’s really abusive, calling my bro a punk and a faggot, and then starting on me. "You're just a pile of useless muscle. I bet I'll have you kneeling and worshiping this in under a minute." He grabs himself through the shorts. "And I bet your cock is just a little clit compared to mine."

By the way, this is what I look like, though of course when this happened I was fully dressed.

He’s really pissing me off, so I just grab him. He’s weak compared to me, and I pull him over to a chair, sit down, and haul him up onto my lap as he struggles.

I pull his shorts down, and I start spanking his little round ass. He’s protesting, of course, and squirming, vowing he’ll get me and fuck me up. I just laugh. Cause as he squirms, I can feel that big dick of his getting hard against my legs.

“You like being spanked, don’t you? I think you’re the punk and the faggot.”

I spank him again, and then slap his balls. That makes him even harder.

Now he actually starts begging, “Stop, please, I can’t take it.”

“Really, you can’t take it? I think you’re enjoying it,” and I give his balls another slap.

“Stand up, bitch.” He stands. His cock is jutting obscenely out from his belly, and it’s started to leak. “Look at yourself!” I turn him toward the mirror across the room, and stand behind him. As he looks, I slap his ass again, and his cock jumps. And then I push a finger up against his pucker. His face looks shocked, “No, please.”

I work my finger into him. His body’s shaking all over now. I push up against his gland and a big glob of precum leaks to the floor. “OH, FUCK.” He’s not in control of himself anymore. It’s my finger, and then a second, that’s moving him. I stretch him, thrust into him, hitting that spot over and over. He closes his eyes and moans.

“Eyes open! I want you to witness this.” He obeys.

My fingers are doing their work and his cock is starting to throb. "Look at that giant clit, boy, it loves when I fuck your pussy." Nothing’s touching his dick. And then it explodes. As he shoots, I whisper against his ear, “You’re just a fuckhole now. That meat of yours is worthless, a real clit.”

However, no matter how much he tries to abstain from eating out his brother-in-law's arse, Toby's brother-in-law knows exactly how to tease and tempt him into relapsing into his addiction. Toby's brother-in-law will go days without showering, building an extremely pungent musk that practically wafts off of him. Toby's wife will complain about her brother's rank body odour, but once her husband gets a sniff of his ripe scent, it's only a matter of time before he's cornering his wife's brother alone and demanding to sniff, lick and then eat out his hairy arsehole.

Toby will never admit it openly, but tongue-fucking his brother-in-law gets him off in a way that his wife could never manage, and the only reason he's staying with her is to retain access to her brother's hole. His brother-in-law's still a pompous arse to him, but as his arse tastes damn good, he's more than happy to live with it.

The people have spoken, 60.4% to 39.6%: Zaid is the alpha of alphas, and Butch finds himself demoted. He’s never been in a position like this before! Here’s his own account of what happened during his encounter with Zaid.

___

The competition is down to the two of us, Zaid in his fancy Nike boxer briefs, me in my yellow jockstrap.

He doesn’t waste any time, stripping off the briefs. I try not to react, but, fuck, that’s a big, fat cock! He smiles, walks toward me, his heavy dick swinging against his thigh.

I stay cool: “Size isn’t everything, you know.”

He smiles more broadly. “That’s true. But it’s something. Let’s see yours, Butch.”

I pull off my jock. My cock is usually among the bigger ones in the locker room. But next to his, I have to admit that it looks small. I smile, though, and say, “When I’m fucking you, Zaid, you won’t be thinking about how big it is, you’ll be thinking about how good it feels against that spot. I’ll ram it into you over and over and you’ll be leaking like a motherfucker and moaning like a bitch.”

The picture of him spread on the bed taking it, me triumphantly on top, turning him into my owned pussy, flashes through my head, and my dick gets hard. That alpha power courses through my body.

He looks me over, shakes his head, “Not sure that that little thing would be able to reach my spot, Butch. And I’m not sure that I’d even be able to feel a dick that thin.” A dim memory of high school gym class comes back to me. It’s not true, is it, that Scott and Geoff used to make fun of my “pencil dick?” I shake the memory away, flexing my muscles.

Zaid’s still soft, and he holds his dick forward in his palm. “Looks almost as though your hard dick could fit inside my softie. Don’t you think?”

“Fuck you,” I snap, but now the absurd image of his dick swallowing mine is occupying me, displacing the image of me victoriously topping Zaid. I look down at myself and I see that I’m leaking. Fuck! I need to keep him from getting into my head.

But he shifts gears with a question from right field: “You have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Butch?”

I answer without thinking, “A husband named Rick.”

“Look in the mirror, Butch.” I look at myself, thin dick standing straight out, red, and leaking. “Now, look at me.” I look at him as he stands firmly, confidently, his massive cock still soft against his leg.

“Who do you think Rick would choose if he were here?” I look back at my reflection, then back at Zaid.

“We’ve been married 20 years and Rick has never been unfaithful.”

Zaid laughs. “You sure of that?”

“Yes, definite.”

“So, if I sent him a dick pic now, he’d just ignore it.”

“He wouldn’t answer you.”

Zaid snaps a pic of his dick, hands me his phone. I glance at the pic and think, “Fuck, it looks even bigger like that!” He smiles as he sees me staring. “Text it to Rick.”

I type in his number, hit send. “He won’t respond,” I say, and just at that moment, Zaid’s phone pings. Then pings again, and again, and again. And again.

Zaid is laughing loudly. “Guess he’s not interested. Go ahead, Butch, read me the messages.”

I look at the texts and read them aloud: “Fuck, stud, where’d you come from?” / “What’s your name, Sir?” / “I could use some of that.” / “I’m Rick.”

I stop reading, stuck on the fifth text. Zaid smiles, “What is it, Butch?”

“He sent his pic.”

Zaid takes the phone from me, sees the pic of Rick, naked, smiling, seductive, his dick hard.

“Fuck, Butch, his dick is bigger than yours! Do your buddies know that your bottom hubby has a more manly dick than you? He really deserves better than you!”

I blush in shame.

Zaid is texting now, I don’t know what. I stand there, exposed, hard, leaking, humiliated.

He finally looks up. “Look at you, Butch! More like, Bitch, am I right? Not sure how you ever thought you were alpha, pencil dick.”

I feel weak and defeated, and Zaid knows it. He gives me an order: “On your knees, Bitch!”

And I fall to my knees. What am I doing? My cock swings hard in front of me.

“Crawl over here, Bitch.” I do what he tells me. “Suck me.”

And I’m wrapping my mouth around his huge cock as best I can, getting it wet, kissing it, licking it. It swells in my mouth, stretching my lips, the head pushing at my throat. I gag, and Zaid thrusts forward, controlling my head, fucking my skull. My eyes swivel up, I see him looking down at me. I feel like a complete … I hear his voice, “Cocksucker.”

When he’s hard and slick, he pulls out, issues another order: “On your knees, pussy up.”

Again, I obey. I feel his fingers wetting my virgin hole, one of them snaking up to hit my spot. I moan and leak, like a … His voice again, “Good Bitch.”

And then his cock is breaking me open. He’s fucking me, and talking.

“Alpha or …” And I answer, breathlessly, “Beta.”

“Top or …” And my voice, “Bottom.” I feel his power controlling all my muscles. It’s as though I’m melting around his enormous cock. I’m shaking, sweating, panting, like a bitch in heat.

His cock is on my prostate, and my dick is swollen and quivering. “Do you have a dick, or a …” I can’t believe the word coming from my mouth, “Clit.”

And then, without touching myself, I’m shooting, a mind-blowing orgasm, my worthless seed falling on the floor from my pathetic dick.

And then Zaid’s cock swells inside me, owning every inch of me. As he shoots, he says, “Let’s go visit Rick.”

The people have spoken, 60.4% to 39.6%: Zaid is the alpha of alphas, and Butch finds himself demoted. He’s never been in a position like this before! Here’s his own account of what happened during his encounter with Zaid.

___

The competition is down to the two of us, Zaid in his fancy Nike boxer briefs, me in my yellow jockstrap.

He doesn’t waste any time, stripping off the briefs. I try not to react, but, fuck, that’s a big, fat cock! He smiles, walks toward me, his heavy dick swinging against his thigh.

I stay cool: “Size isn’t everything, you know.”

He smiles more broadly. “That’s true. But it’s something. Let’s see yours, Butch.”

I pull off my jock. My cock is usually among the bigger ones in the locker room. But next to his, I have to admit that it looks small. I smile, though, and say, “When I’m fucking you, Zaid, you won’t be thinking about how big it is, you’ll be thinking about how good it feels against that spot. I’ll ram it into you over and over and you’ll be leaking like a motherfucker and moaning like a bitch.”

The picture of him spread on the bed taking it, me triumphantly on top, turning him into my owned pussy, flashes through my head, and my dick gets hard. That alpha power courses through my body.

He looks me over, shakes his head, “Not sure that that little thing would be able to reach my spot, Butch. And I’m not sure that I’d even be able to feel a dick that thin.” A dim memory of high school gym class comes back to me. It’s not true, is it, that Scott and Geoff used to make fun of my “pencil dick?” I shake the memory away, flexing my muscles.

Zaid’s still soft, and he holds his dick forward in his palm. “Looks almost as though your hard dick could fit inside my softie. Don’t you think?”

“Fuck you,” I snap, but now the absurd image of his dick swallowing mine is occupying me, displacing the image of me victoriously topping Zaid. I look down at myself and I see that I’m leaking. Fuck! I need to keep him from getting into my head.

But he shifts gears with a question from right field: “You have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Butch?”

I answer without thinking, “A husband named Rick.”

“Look in the mirror, Butch.” I look at myself, thin dick standing straight out, red, and leaking. “Now, look at me.” I look at him as he stands firmly, confidently, his massive cock still soft against his leg.

“Who do you think Rick would choose if he were here?” I look back at my reflection, then back at Zaid.

“We’ve been married 20 years and Rick has never been unfaithful.”

Zaid laughs. “You sure of that?”

“Yes, definite.”

“So, if I sent him a dick pic now, he’d just ignore it.”

“He wouldn’t answer you.”

Zaid snaps a pic of his dick, hands me his phone. I glance at the pic and think, “Fuck, it looks even bigger like that!” He smiles as he sees me staring. “Text it to Rick.”

I type in his number, hit send. “He won’t respond,” I say, and just at that moment, Zaid’s phone pings. Then pings again, and again, and again. And again.

Zaid is laughing loudly. “Guess he’s not interested. Go ahead, Butch, read me the messages.”

I look at the texts and read them aloud: “Fuck, stud, where’d you come from?” / “What’s your name, Sir?” / “I could use some of that.” / “I’m Rick.”

I stop reading, stuck on the fifth text. Zaid smiles, “What is it, Butch?”

“He sent his pic.”

Zaid takes the phone from me, sees the pic of Rick, naked, smiling, seductive, his dick hard.

“Fuck, Butch, his dick is bigger than yours! Do your buddies know that your bottom hubby has a more manly dick than you? He really deserves better than you!”

I blush in shame.

Zaid is texting now, I don’t know what. I stand there, exposed, hard, leaking, humiliated.

He finally looks up. “Look at you, Butch! More like, Bitch, am I right? Not sure how you ever thought you were alpha, pencil dick.”

I feel weak and defeated, and Zaid knows it. He gives me an order: “On your knees, Bitch!”

And I fall to my knees. What am I doing? My cock swings hard in front of me.

“Crawl over here, Bitch.” I do what he tells me. “Suck me.”

And I’m wrapping my mouth around his huge cock as best I can, getting it wet, kissing it, licking it. It swells in my mouth, stretching my lips, the head pushing at my throat. I gag, and Zaid thrusts forward, controlling my head, fucking my skull. My eyes swivel up, I see him looking down at me. I feel like a complete … I hear his voice, “Cocksucker.”

When he’s hard and slick, he pulls out, issues another order: “On your knees, pussy up.”

Again, I obey. I feel his fingers wetting my virgin hole, one of them snaking up to hit my spot. I moan and leak, like a … His voice again, “Good Bitch.”

And then his cock is breaking me open. He’s fucking me, and talking.

“Alpha or …” And I answer, breathlessly, “Beta.”

“Top or …” And my voice, “Bottom.” I feel his power controlling all my muscles. It’s as though I’m melting around his enormous cock. I’m shaking, sweating, panting, like a bitch in heat.

His cock is on my prostate, and my dick is swollen and quivering. “Do you have a dick, or a …” I can’t believe the word coming from my mouth, “Clit.”

And then, without touching myself, I’m shooting, a mind-blowing orgasm, my worthless seed falling on the floor from my pathetic dick.

And then Zaid’s cock swells inside me, owning every inch of me. As he shoots, he says, “Let’s go visit Rick.”

DAD’S TOO HANDSOME

[email protected]

Dad texts me a selfie from the back seat of his new Bentley.

NICE PIC. LIKE THE TIE. VERY HANDSOME.

thanks. ur mom bought it for me. i bought u a few too.

SWEET. WHERE ARE U? ARE YOU AT THE HOUSE OR THE PENTHOUSE?

 i’m just leaving the penthouse. 30 min out. where r u?

ALMOST HOME FROM LACROSSE

u r alone for the weekend, right?

YEAH SHE’S VISTING HER PARENTS UPSTATE

ok. I had a custom suit delivered to ur condo. b ready when i get there. COOL. 

WHERE R U TAKING ME?

got reservation at ur fav restaurant.

CANT WAIT. ROMANTIC.

u know me. anything for my big college boy.

U TAKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF ME DAD.

because i love u.

I LOVE U 2

thought we would go dancing after dinner

SOUNDS FUN. LOVE BEING SEEN WITH U.

i love being seen with u.

NOT 2 MANY DAD/SON LIKE US.

lol, no ur right about that. we do seem to draw attention.

LOL YEAH. THINK MAYBE WE CAN DO WHAT WE DID LAST TIME?

 lol i’m sure we could. you game?

DAD. U FORGET WHO UR TALKING 2?

no. i know quite well. so my boy wants to get spit-roasted again? 

HELL YEAH! U KNOW I DO.

ok, i think we should then. love seeing u get fucked.

LOVE IT WHEN U WATCH

love to watch my big muscle jock son taking cock like a slut

LOVE BEING A SLUT FOR U

good. so we’ll hit the clubs after dinner and find u and I a couple of muscle boys?

TOPS?

lol you want to see me get fucked 2?

YES! I LOVE U TOPPING ME BUT SEEING U TAKE DICK IS SO HOT. DAD AND SON, SIDE BY SIDE, MAKING OUT WHILE GETTING OUR ASSES BRED. SO HOT

ok i think im up for that.

YEAH, BEEN A WHILE? SPRING BREAK WAS LAST TIME?

i think u and i getting stuffed with marine cock all weekend long was enough to satisfy my taste for group sex for a while. but remember though, dudes like to see us fuck so i’m sure i’ll be fucking u b4 night is over. comes with being dad/son couple

LOL REMEMBER THAT ONE MARINE HAD DADDY ISSUES SO HE FUCKING LOVED U.

trust me, i remember. 3 days of getting constantly fucked by him not to mention his other 3 buds. but he claimed me. that was evident.

HOT TO SEE HIM AGAIN

lol you might be able to. he’s been visiting me since that weekend.

WHAT? DAD, U WHORE!

lol what can i say? he loves hot dads. he’s got a power trip thing too. he likes to fuck older men. says it makes him feel like a real man.

WAIT. ISN”T HE STATIONED IN FLORIDA?

yeah, i fly him up on the weekends. he thinks it’s so cool. he’s cute. gets to fly in a private jet, driven around the city, stays in a penthouse with a view of central park and gets to fuck my hot ass up against the window as we look down at the city.

DAMN, DAD. I HOPE I’M AS HOT AS U R WHEN I’M UR AGE.

we look so much alike i can guarantee you will. btw, what do u want for ur birthday?

SAME THING YOU GOT ME LAST YEAR.

really? ur ok with that again?

YEP.

ok, but how about i rent you 2 dudes for the night? i’ll pay for everything and make sure you get the best guys i can find.

CAN WE DO BLACK GUYS THIS TIME?

lol, yeah. you got a thing for black guys now?

EVER SINCE YOU TOOK ME TO THAT PRIVATE SEX PARTY

which one?

THE ONE WITH THOSE THREE NFL PLAYERS THERE, CANT GET ENOUGH BLACK COCK

ur too funny. let me make some phone calls. i may be able to get those same guys for you again. they couldn’t get enough of your muscle ass. after all i am part owner of the team. i should have some pull.

SWEET! UR THE BEST DAD

want Brady?

FUCK YEAH. THROW HIM IN THERE TOO. CAN YOU GET HIM?

lets just say he owes me some favors. i think fucking your sweet ass again will get him there.

WE CAN BUY SOME HOT DUDES SOME OTHER TIME. HOW ABOUT UR BIRTHDAY?

actually, i think that would be very hot. i know of a few gay-for-pay that love to get fucked. love fucking a straight boy.

SWEET. ITS A DATE ;)

ok, let me make some phone calls and get it all set up. not far now. get in the shower and get that sexy suit on. btw i’m rock hard you little shit ;)

ME TOO. ILL SUCK YOU OFF ON THE WAY TO THE RESTAURANT.

 thats why i love u.

I KNOW

see u in a few. luv u

LUV U 2

“You think the rest of the team is wondering where we are?” I asked him as I snuggled in closer. The rest of our team somewhere on this sprawling resort.

“Does it matter? I’m their fucking boss. If I said you and I need to have a one-on-one meeting then they will carry on as normal with no interruptions. 

“Ah, the pleasure of being an intimidating CEO,” I teased before I kissed his handsome face.

“Intimidation is what I do best, babe. I intimidated you right into my bed,” he said with a cocky tone. Makes me hard when he does that. 

“And I’m glad you did. Now, please fuck me, Sir.” I pleaded. 

“Asher, NO. You know I hate that.”

“Austin, come on. He thinks we’re hot.”

“We ARE hot. No.  How old is this guy anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just said he was some old guy.”

“I guess, forty?”

“Dude, that’s old.”

“It’s not THAT old. Dad is the same age.”

“Yeah, and dad is OLD.”

“Whatever. Come on, when is there ever going to be another chance to MAKE MONEY on spring break?”

“Fuck. “How much?”

“He told me one-thousand to hang out with him for a few hours.”

“And do what?”

“I don’t know Asher. He’s just some gay guy who wants to look at us for a couple of hours. Who cares? An easy thousand.”

“Sometimes I hate the hot twin thing. It brings out all the pervs.”

“Austin, you know you like that. You’re an attention whore. People love hot twins. It’s a thing.”

“Fine. But if he starts preving on us, we’re out of there.”

“Deal.”

“And get the payment up front.”

“I know.”

“When does he want to meet.”

“In an hour. He gave me his room number. It’s just one floor down from ours.”

“What are you wearing?”

“He wants us in matching clothes.”

“Why the fuck does everyone assume we wear matching clothes? We don’t have any matching clothes.”

“We do now. Here. I picked up two identical t-shirts from that men’s store in the lobby.”

“You’re a shit. You knew I’d say yes.”

“Yeah. Duh. It’s the twin thing.”

“This thing is too small. It’s tight as fuck.”

“I know, dude. That’s the point. Dude, we can pull it off. Stop bitching.”

Austin and Asher showered and changed into their identical t-shirts, khaki shorts and flip-flops. Austin continued to pout all the way downstairs to the mystery man’s room. 

“Wait. What’s his name?”

“Reed.”

“K.”

Asher knocked on the door and in a few seconds they both heard the door unlock. Austin was surprised to see that Reed was actually quite handsome. He wore a pair of short, bright-red swim trunks The shortness showed off tan, lean, muscular quads. His short, dark hair parted on the side, messily tosseled on top, clean-cut yet trendy. He was tall, over six-foot-two, taller then their own five-ten. His dark blue polo was snug, pulled taught across his slab chest, the sleeves bunched tight around his biceps and it lay flat against his waist, revealing a hint of six-pack underneath. 

“Hey, guys. Come in.”

“Thanks! This is my brother Austin,” Asher said nervously.

“Nice to meet you Austin. Wow, you two really are identical. Can I get you a drink? Water, coke, beer?”

“Beer,” the two brothers said in unison which made Reed chuckle.

“Two beers coming right up,” Reed said as he walked to the wet bar. The room was a suite and it was huge. It looked like it had two bedrooms with a living area in-between. “Have a seat.”

The brothers sat down side by side on the leather couch. Reed handed each a beer and he sat down across the coffee table from them on another couch.

“Cheers,” Reed said as he raised his bottle. Asher looked at Austin first before they raised their bottles and clinked them to Reed’s.

Austin nudged his brother. Asher cleared his throat and nervously started to ask about payment. He was nervous and didn’t know how to ask the man for the money owed to them. Reed raided an eyebrow, confused as to what the boy was asking.

Austin cut him off, “We want paid upfront,” Austin said to Reed, a no-nonsense tone to his voice. Austin was blunt and outspoken. Asher was glad for that right now. 

“Oh! Of course. I understand.” Reed stood and went into a bedroom. 

“Dude, do you have to be such a dick?” Asher whispered after Reed had left the room.

“Oh please, we’d never get paid upfront your way. You’re too scared to ask for money from anyone. Besides, the guy is obviously loaded. He gets people asking him for money all the time.”

“Fine. Just don’t be a dick anymore.” 

“Yes, ok. Quit being a little bitch.”

“At least he’s good looking?”

“Yeah, there is that. I’m glad he’s not some gross, overweight, hairy dude.”

Reed returned and handed each brother an envelope. Austin tore it open and pulled out one-thousand-dollars. He looked at the money with a confused expression. 

Asher opened his and pulled out one-thousand-dollars as well. “I thought you said just a thousand-dollars?”

“Each,” Reed answered as if he swore that was the deal.

“Two-thousand-dollars to hang out with us?” Austin asked with suspicion. 

“Yeah. Is there something wrong with free money?”

“No. No, not at all. I just misunderstood you,” Asher smiled. 

“So, your fucking loaded aren’t you?” Austin asked, not holding back.

Reed chuckled again. “I just paid two, I assume straight, very hot twin brothers two-thousand-dollars to come to my room. So, yes, you could say I’m…loaded.”

Austin nodded his head. “Huh,” he said with one eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, Austin is this way with everyone.” Asher said, looking at Austin with a look that said to shut up and play along. “He’s kind of a dick.”

“Unapologetically so,” Austin smirked.

Reed sat back and took a pull from his beer. “No harm in being upfront and skeptical. Just don’t let it get in the way of having fun.” Reed winked.

“Trust me, it never gets in the way of having fun,” Austin mocked with a wink back.

“So, Reed, how long are you on the island for?” Asher asked him, changing the subject. 

“Are you married?” Austin blurted out.

Asher looked at him in horror. “Dude! What the fuck?”

“No, it’s ok Asher,” Reed said with a straight face as he focused on Austin. “Yes.”

“Uh huh. Figures. Kids?” Austin fired back.

“No but I have a dog. Did you want to know his name too?” Reed asked sarcastically. His face was still dead-pan. He was being challenged by this snot-nosed little shit and didn’t take kindly to it.

“Your wife know you’re out here during spring-break cruising guys half your age?”

“Austin! Fucking stop!” Asher pleaded with anger in his eyes. 

Reed folded his big arms over his chest. “Yes, my HUSBAND knows I’m here and what I’m doing. I suspect he’s doing the same thing.”

Austin cocked his eyebrow, a look of “respect” on his face as Asher flinched a little at the new information. “Oh,” Asher said quietly. 

Reed and Austin had a short stare down before Austin raised his bottle and smiled. Reed slowly raised his and smiled back. They clinked bottles.

“I like you,” Austin smirked while nodding his head. 

“I like you too,” Reed nodded. “But then, I like both of you,” he raised both eyebrows twice. 

“What’s not to like?” Austin asked as he sat back on the couch and rested his arm on the back of the couch behind Asher’s head. He was putting them on display. He decided to give the man an eyeful now that he also decided he liked Reed.

Asher didn’t think twice about his brother’s arm behind him. They were as close as two brothers could be. Hanging out on the couch and innocently cuddling was not foreign to them. 

There was awkward silence as each man took a drink of their beers. Austin chugged his down and set it on the table. Reed stood without being asked and fetched another beer.  Asher turned and looked at Austin, the twin ESP kicked in. His eyes asked, what do we do? Austin’s eyes said, just play along, more money. Reed came back with three beers. 

“Reed, do you do this often?” Austin asked with a hint of smirk.

“What? Pay hot straight guys to entertain me?”

“To start with, yes,” Austin replied.

Reed looked back and forth between the two boys. He knew lying wasn’t going to cut it with Austin. 

“Yes. I do,” Reed answered.

“And does this always work?”

“So far, so good,” Reed shrugged. “Worked with you two?”

“Touche,” Austin quipped. 

“Does your brother ever get a chance to speak?” Reed asked with a wink to Asher.

“No,” said Asher while Austin said, “yes” at the same time. 

“How did you guys meet?” Austin asked.

Reed laughed. He set his eyes on Asher. “Asher?”

Asher turned to Austin. “Reed saw us at the pool yesterday. I saw him there again today while you were surfing. He said hi, we got to talking and he told me he wanted to spend some time with us. I said that wasn’t a good idea to which he offered to pay us. I thought it over and wanted to make some extra dough, that’s when I asked you. Here we are.”

“Here we are,” Austin said with suspicion, slightly nodding his beer to Reed. 

“Yep. Here…we…are,” Asher repeated awkwardly. 

“Ok, what will it be?” Austin said to Reed. “Role-play? Drinking game? Toe sucking?”

“Austin!” Asher punched him in the shoulder. 

“What? This isn’t the first time we’ve been propositioned by a horny gay guy.” Austin shrugged. 

“But this IS the first time you accepted,” Reed questioned. “I wonder why?”

“Money,” Austin answered. “Nothing more.”

“Ok. I respect a man who knows how to work me. How about I sweeten the pot?”

“Really?” Asher asked excitedly. 

“Alright. Here is comes. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. What do you want?” Austin rolled his eyes. 

“Five hundred. Each. If each of you kiss me,” Reed said. 

“Five-hundred to kiss you? With tongue?” Austin asked,

Asher looked surprised. 

“It’s up to you. But it has to be for at least one minute,” Reed stipulated. 

Austin looked to Asher and their ESP tingled. Austin turned to Reed, “Deal. Money first.”

Reed left the room again and Asher sat up and turned to his brother. “Are you sure about this?”

“What? Kissing a dude? Who gives a shit. Just a kiss.”

“Alright,” Asher shrugged.

“What about you? You seem ok with it.”

“Like you said, just a kiss,” Asher mumbled. 

Reed returned with a briefcase. He used his thumbprint to scan a small pad on the handle and then keyed a code into another pad that slid open next to the handle. He opened it and the boys sat up in shock. The briefcase was packed with cash.

“What the fuck, dude? You walk around with all that cash?” Austin questioned Reed.

“Well, yeah,” Reed replied nonchalantly like everyone did it.

“Why?” asked Asher.

“Uh, because I don’t do PayPal?” Reed said with sarcasm.

“How much is in there?” asked Austin.

“Enough.” Reed said as he thumbed some bills and peeled off one-thousand-dollars and handed it to the boys. He then closed the case, locked it with another thumb scan and set it off to the side. 

“You’re first Austin,” his brother grinned.

“Whatever. How do you want to do this?” he asked Reed. 

“Standing.”

Austin stood and inched close to Reed. Reed set his hands on Austin’s shoulders as they stared each other down. Austin suddenly felt a panic. He was having second thoughts. He thought he was being the tough guy but now he was in a jam. He had to look up at the older man suddenly feeling inferior because of Reed’s height and stature.

“Relax. I won’t bite,” Reed assured. 

Austin swallowed hard. At least the guy was handsome and was jacked. If he was going to kiss a dude, it should be a guy like Reed.

“Come on! Stop being a pussy and kiss the man,” Asher jeered. 

Austin heard the taunt and took a deep breath, let it out and said, “Time us.” 

He reached up, pulled Reed down to him and they locked lips. At first it was strange. Reed smelled of fresh soap and aftershave instead of the scent of perfume he was used to. His lips were more firm than a girl’s. He put his hands on Reed’s shoulders and felt how hard and solid they were. Reed pulled the boy closer, one hand holding gently Austins jaw. After fifteen seconds, Austin was not feeling so uncomfortable kissing the man. It was a warm kiss, wet. He felt Reed’s hands roam down over his shoulders and all over his back, feeling his back muscles flexing. Reed moaned into his mouth which to Austin meant the older man was turned on by his body. That made Austin feel good and a little turned on. Suddenly, Reed wrapped his arms tightly around Austin in a bear hug, breathing heavily through his nose, he stuck his tongue down into Austin’s throat. Austin’s eyes flew open and he realized there was another man’s tongue in his mouth. 

“Thirty seconds,” Asher chimed in.

Austin sank into Reed’s arms. He thought Reed was an excellent kisser and his husband is a lucky man. He let his hands roam around Reed’s waist and up his back, the muscles flexing, hard like rock. Reed continued to devour the boy. He squeezed him tighter until he heard the boy moan unto his mouth. The kiss became more heated. Both men taking in each other’s muscles. Austin felt Reed’s erection press into him. Austin once again couldn’t fathom what was happening but all he knew was the he could kiss this guy all day. 

“And time,” Asher said. 

The two men continued to kiss.

“I said, TIME.” Asher repeated.

The two men broke away, Reed with a huge grin, Austin with a shocked but calm look on his own. He continued to look up at Reed. 

“Good, huh?” Reed said with a cocky sneer.

Austin just nodded his head. He took a second and then shook his head, breaking out of the trance.

“Whoo!” Austin yelped. “Do all gay guys kiss like you?” he laughed. He was trying to save face, make light of the situation. He didn’t want his brother to think he enjoyed it TOO much.

“Only the good ones,” Reed winked. He turned to Asher. “Next!”

Asher stood. Reed looked at him with hunger and gave no time for Asher to contemplate anything. In a split second he was on Asher, devouring the boy, He engulfed him, moaning into his mouth. Austin gave a muffled squeal into the man’s mouth at the shock of being manhandled rough.

“Hey! I didn’t even start the clock yet,” Austin complained. He watched the man attack his brother’s mouth, watched his hands all over his brother’s back and then he witnessed the man reaching down and grabbing two handfuls of his brother’s ass and squeezed. Austin suddenly felt a jolt of jealousy surge through him. 

“Dude! Reed, take it easy on him. Don’t hurt him,” Austin threatened. The ravishing continued. He saw Asher raise up on his tip-toes to kiss the man harder. Austin watched in disbelief as his brother showed no sign of discomfort or of backing down. In fact, it looked like Asher was instigating much of the roughness. 

Reed’s hand moved down to Asher’s crotch where he grasped onto what was obviously Asher’s thick erection. 

“What the….?” Austin stuttered. His brother was getting into this kiss way more than Austin thought he would. He then realized he still hadn’t started timing them. He just sat back and watched them make out. His own cock stiffened as he watch “himself” passionately kissing another man. He was watching his own reflection become aroused and he felt a different surge. It made his cock hard. Then he felt jealousy again. That was his brother and Reed was taking advantage of him. Asher was sensitive and naive. Asher couldn’t possibly know what was going on. Could he?

Finally after what had to have been three minutes, Austin blurted out, “TIME!”

The two men continued to kiss. 

“TIME!” Austin yelled again. 

The two men continued to kiss. 

Austin shot up off the couch. “I said TIME, motherfucker!” he yelled as he grabbed Asher and pulled with one hand and pushed Reed away with the other.

“What the fuck?!” Austin screamed at his brother. His brother wiped his mouth off on his forearm and his eyes were glassy.

“WHAT?” Asher screamed back.

Reed was breathing hard, hands on hips, looking like Superman had just conquered his villain. A lustful look on his handsome face. He looked satisfied yet not.

Austin turned to Reed. “You didn’t say you were going to rape him, asshole,” he said as he stuck his finger into Reed’s chest. 

“Austin! Dude, he wasn’t going to rape me. Don’t be a dick,” Asher scolded.

“Sure looked like he was from here,” Austin seethed. 

“Boys…” Reed started to say.

“NO!” Austin yelled. “Don’t ever treat my brother like that again. You hear me?” Austin threatened,.

“What’s the problem. He loved it,” Reed said with cockiness again. “In fact, I may have turned him.” Reed sneered as he nodded to Asher.

“Austin, lay off. It’s cool. You said it yourself, he’s a damn good kisser,” Asher reminded him.

“Don’t rough him up like that. I don’t like it,” Austin shot to Reed.

“Maybe he does,” Reed shot back.  

“What? My brother is not gay.” Austin assured.

“Guys, guys. Let’s forget about all this. It’s cool, Austin. We made a thousand bucks.” 

“Did he hurt you, Ash?” Austin asked his brother with extreme concern. 

“NO,” Asher said. “No. Austin, calm down. It’s good.”

“You sound jealous,” Reed accused Austin.

Austin turned to Reed and looked at him with contempt but said nothing. 

“Another beer?” Reed said, breaking the eye contact.

“Whisky,” the two boys said in unison.

A few shots and Austin had calmed down and was getting comfortable on the couch next to his brother. Reed curled up on the opposite couch smoking a joint. 

“Give me a hit,” Austin demanded from Reed.

“Sure thing. Come here,” Reed said in a haze.

Austin stood and crossed over to Reed. 

“Closer,” Reed said as he pointed to the floor. 

Austin was buzzed. He rolled his eyes at Asher and knelt down on the floor, face to face with Reed. 

“Shotgun,” was all Reed said before he took a huge toke from the joint, inhaling into his lungs.

Austin knew damn well what a “shotgun” was. He gave Reed a frustrated look but opened his mouth anyway. They put their mouths together as Reed exhaled the smoke into Austin’s mouth. Austin breathed it in. Before he could pull away, Reed stuck his tongue in and kissed him again. Austin pushed back and slugged Reed on the arm. 

“That’s another five-hundred, asshole,” Austin said laughing. Asher giggled. 

Reed smiled a bright white grin. “Worth every penny.”

“Now me! Do me!” Asher exclaimed as he scampered over to Reed. 

“Oh, baby boy. I’d do you, alright,” Reed grinned again, a stoner grin. 

“Shut up. I want a hit,” Asher said.

Reed repeated the action as Asher crawled forward and placed his mouth on Reed’s. Austin watched and again, became aroused. He watched the man blow the smoke into his brother’s mouth and then he watched as it turned into a kiss. Then it continued into a heated passionate kiss. 

“Ok, ok, guys. Stop cleaning my brother’s teeth with your tongue,” Austin said as he pulled Asher away. 

Asher and Reed laughed. 

Austin looked at Asher. “Dude? Is there something you want to tell me? You’re macking on this dude hard.”

Asher shrugged his shoulders. “So what? He’s an awesome kisser.”

Austin squinted, looking suspiciously at his brother. Asher was getting off on this. He didn’t see it at first but now he sensed his brother’s excitement. Excitement from kissing a man.

“What’s next?” Asher asked as he plopped down on the couch, casually tugging at his crotch, a slight boner sticking up.

“Oh, what’s next you ask, baby boy?” Reed flirted as he sat up. “One-thousand. Each. To kiss each other.”

Austin’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He looked at his brother who was laughing hard, his head thrown back against the back of the couch. He can’t be serious, Austin thought. He knew there might be some slap and tickle but not incest. 

“No, dude. No,” Austin said laying down the law.

“Just one. For one minute,” Reed said.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen, man,” Asher said slowly, high and buzzed. 

“It’s NOT happening,” Austin reiterated.

“And why not?” asked Reed.

“Because, fucktard. He’s my brother,” Austin said condescending. 

“Just pretend you’re kissing yourself,” Reed said like it was nothing. 

“Austin, dude. Calm down. Man, you’re a fucking downer.”

Austin turned to Asher, again, with suspicion. “What? Are you ok with that?”

Asher was still grinning, he did that when he smoked. “Money’s money, brother.” 

“No,” Austin said.

“I’ll double it,” Reed interjected.

“What?” both boys said at the same time.

“Two-thousand apiece.”

Austin stammered,“Two…Two thousand…to…” 

“Kiss your brother,” Reed finished for him. 

“Austin, two-thousand! That’s four-thousand!” Asher exclaimed.

Austin looked at Asher, “That’s a lot of money.” 

Twin ESP whirled.They both nodded before Austin turned to Reed. “One minute?”

“Yep,” Reed said as he opened the briefcase and skimmed out another four-thousand-dollars and threw it on the table.

Asher stood and reached down to the table and picked up the money. He showed it to Austin. Austin looked at it and then back to his brother.

“We doing this?” Austin asked Asher.

“Yes,” Asher answered. 

Reed watched the two boys inch closer. They slowly placed their hands on each other’s bodies. He could see their eyes locked as the slowly, slowly moved closer. The hesitation was thick and frustrating to Reed. The two boy’s lips met. 

“Time starts now,” Reed said.

The kiss was gentle and soft. Austin could smell the familiar scent of his brother. Asher’s hands moved to Austin’s biceps. The tilted their heads and moved into the kiss. Austin’s hands moved up to Asher’s face, holding it while they kissed. The quiet smacking of lips, the light touching of muscle, the closeness of their bodies started to affect both boys. 

Asher moaned into his brother’s mouth. Austin continued to caress his brother’s jaw. It was a nice kiss. It was a sensual kiss. It felt right. 

The two boys loved each other more than anyone else in the world. They would die for the other. They couldn’t stand to be separated. Suddenly, their bond grew stronger and then their tongues penetrated and the kiss became ravenous. They embraced tighter, their hands felt every inch of muscle, every strand of hair. Their cocks grew hard and they ground them together. Their breathing was loud and the hissing of air came from their noses in short gusts. Austin reached down and cupped Asher’s cock and stroked it. 

Reed had his cock out and stroked it hard as he watched the amazing site before him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would see something this hot. He let the time lapse for four-minutes.

“Oh my god,” Reed roared and he yelled out “TIIIMMMEEE!” as he exploded a huge gob of cum up and watched it splash down on his chest. 

The two boys parted, each an expression of shock on their faces. They took a step back from each other. Their eyes penetrated. They chests heaved, out of breath. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Reed said, breathing hard. “That, that was fucking amazing.”

The two boys smiled awkwardly. They stepped back some more and Austin sat down on the couch staring at Reed.

“Happy?” Austin asked sarcastically? 

“Oh, you have no idea,” Reed said euphorically. 

“Ok, you got your rocks off watching the twins make out. We’re done.”

“Wait! No. Don’t leave. I still have a briefcase full of money,” Reed whined still high.

“Keep it,” Austin said.

“Austin. Let’s stay for a while longer,” Asher said. Asher smiled at Reed.

Suddenly, Austin realized what was happening. 

“Oh my fucking god! You’re fucking!” Austin pointed at Reed. “You’ve been fucking my brother!”

“Austin…” Asher cut in. “Austin, I wanted to tell you.”

“You wanted to tell me? You wanted to tell me you’re getting boned by Daddy Warbucks over here? You DIDN’T tell me, did you?”

“I was going too. I was. But…”

“But what? Wait, you two set this up!” He stepped to his brother. “You whore. You whored yourself out to this sleaze ball and then you set me up?”

“I’m sorry, Austin.” Asher said.

“Hey, he didn’t whore himself out,” Reed came to Asher’s defense.

“You paid him for sex! What do you call that?”

“He wanted it, AUSTIN. He’s a big boy, he can fuck anyone he wants.”

Austin turned to Asher, tears in his eyes. “Why didn’t you ever tell me? I love you. I love you and you never told me you were gay. I didn’t even sense it.”

“It’s because it was always there. You have a strong love for him and he does for you. You just thought it was brotherly love. It’s not,” Reed said quietly. 

“You’ve…you have a thing…for me?” Austin asked Asher, putting his hands on his brother’s shoulders.

“I…uh…” Asher stumbled. “I…yes. I have for a while. I didn’t know what it was but I do now. I love you. I love you more than just brothers.”

Austin looked into his eyes with confusion. Tears formed. “Oh, Ash,” Austin cried as he took his brother in an embrace. “I’m so sorry, Ash. I’m sorry I didn’t see it. I’m sorry you had to deal with this be yourself.”

They placed their foreheads together, eyes closed as if energy flowed between them. 

“I love you, so much,” Asher murmured. “I can’t help it.”

“I know, Ash. I know.”

Austin kissed him gently on the lips. 

“I need to process this, brother. Ok?” 

“I know. I know.”

Austin stepped away from Asher and walked to the door. He turned before he walked out. 

“I love you, Ash. Don’t forget that. See you later.” Austin closed the door. 

Reed put his arms around Asher’s shoulders. “You ok?”

“Yeah. He’ll come around. He just needs time.”

“Give him some alone time, text him later,” Reed hugged him tighter.

“Wanna fuck me?” Asher asked Reed.

“Of course, baby boy. Of course. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“One-thousand. Upfront,” Asher said as he turned to walk away.

Reed laughed. “You sexy little whore.” 

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Football players by day...

GYM BAG

by Victor

“Shit,” Brenner hissed. He looked around desperately. “Bro, did you bring my gym bag, the black one?

“Yeah. It’s there next to the bathroom door,” Ryan said gesturing to a bag on the floor. 

“Cool,” replied Brenner in relief. He moved to the bag and picked it up and unzipped it. “That would’ve sucked, bro. Its got our shoes in it.” 

“Oh shit.  Yeah that would have sucked to forget those. My red ones are inside, right?” 

“Yep. I got you, bro.”

Ryan laughed, shaking his head. 

Brenner asked, “What’s so funny?”

“That you keep two pairs of high-heels in your gym bag,” Ryan told him. 

“Where else am I gonna keep them?”

“Just don’t forget and bring the wrong bag to the gym,” Ryan teased.

“Trust me, I only made that mistake once,” Brenner said laughing. Ryan laughed too and stripped down. 

The two best friends started emptying their suitcases on to the large bed. Each one had the same outfit but a different color. Tonight, Ryan was going to be wearing red and Brenner white. They each slid on their satin panties over their muscular quads and boulder sized asses. Brenner handed him a pair of red nylon thigh-high stockings with a matching red lace garter belt. 

“Thanks, bro,” said Ryan as he took the stockings.

“Those are the seamed ones. I know you like those,” Brenner said. 

“Sweet.” 

Brenner began to put on his white lace garter belt. 

“Bro, I may have to get a bigger corset. My chest is too big.” Brenner heard Ryan and turned to look at him. Ryan was standing in front of a wall mirror struggling with his red corset, trying to tie it tight in the back. Ryan got the corset when he was five-pounds of muscle lighter. He was already stacked but he kept getting bigger the more he trained. Football season had just ended so he was still in the prime of conditioning. Luckily, his waist was tiny, his chest however, was huge. 

Brenner rolled his eyes and stepped behind him and took the ribbons from him. “I told you that would happen,” he said with a tight yank.

Ryan let out a grunt as he felt the corset tighten around his torso. “I know, I know, but I’m not gonna stop working out.” 

Brenner finished tying off the bow. “You better not. That’s why these dudes like us. You’re hot as fuck, bro. All jacked and shit,” Brenner said patting his buddy on the ass. He put his hands on Ryan’s shoulders and gave them a deep squeeze, then he rested his chin on Ryan’s massive shoulder and smiled at him through the mirror.

“Just trying to keep up with you, dude,” said Ryan, winking while looking at his best friend in the reflection of the wall mirror. 

Brenner wrapped his arms around Ryan’s tight waist. “Bro, we are smoking hot pussy. Dudes want to fuck us. And we have our pick. There’s no end of hot dudes that want to fuck muscle sissies like us.”

Ryan nodded. “Damn, bro, muscle sissies... still not used to that phrase.” The two were football players surrounded by toxic masculinity at ever turn, every day. Hearing the term for the first time made both of them uncomfortable. Brenner had learned to deal. Ryan took a little longer.

Brenner shrugged. “It’s what we are bro.”

“I know but most dudes don’t want to fuck muscle sissies. Dudes into us are special breed,” he said sounding disappointed. “But fuck if I don’t I like it.”

Brenner snickered. “You didn’t even know you liked it until we met Mitch. I like just as much as you do but, you know, you don’t have to dress like a muscle sissy to get fucked, bro. Don’t get addicted to the money. Start putting out more for free.” 

“I do put out for free,” Ryan replied defensively. “I get dick.

Brenner guffawed. “Trust me, I know you get dick. Your bedroom is next to mine.” 

“Right, and you’re quiet as a freaking mouse when you have a dude over,” Ryan said sarcastically. 

“Shut up.” Brenner sat down on the bed and pulled on his white, shiny, nylon thigh-highs. He took his white lace and satin corset and wrapped it around his waist. “Hey, help me with this,” he said to Ryan

Ryan tied him into the tight corset until it was snug. Brenner took in a breath. “Damn, this fucker is tight. Hard to breathe sometimes. Especially when the dude has me fucking folded in half.”

“Yeah, mine too but bro, looks so sexy as fuck. You’re such a hot piece of ass, bro,” Ryan said to him as he turned his buddy around to face him. He put his hands on Brenner’s waist and pulled him close until their cocks were touching. “I love doing this shit with you.”

“Me too. When ever I get that text from Mitch, my dick gets hard. Just thinking about you and me, getting dressed up like bitches together, getting fucked, gets me wired. It’s so nice to get a chance to not have to be super masculine day in and day out. It’s nice to let out some fem.”

“No shit. The money’s not bad either. But you know what? I would do this without getting paid.”

Brenner nodded. “Bro, me too. Even if it’s just with you and Mitch.”

“Mmm,” Ryan cooed as he went in for a kiss. They made out softly, feeling each other’s hard, muscled bodies contrasted with the silky delicates they were wearing. 

“Ryan, don’t,” Brenner said pulling away. “You know what’ll happen if we start fucking around before a party.”

“I know,” Ryan replied in a cute whimper. “But you’re so hot, Bren. Can’t help it. Especially, when you’re wearing your lace. We’re pre-lubed..” he said in a tempting voice.

“Bro, you think I don’t want to attack you when you’re wearing it too? Fuck. I’m holding back. But we got to get going before something happens. We both need to be fresh.”

“Buzz kill,” Ryan said grinning. “Guess we can’t go in there with our pussies full of cum.”

“Here,” Brenner said handing his buddy a tube of red lipstick. “And don’t slap a ton on. Less is more.”

“Bro, I know how to put on lipstick. It’s gonna end up on their dicks anyway,” Ryan said taking the tube. “We doing eye liner?” he asked as he leaned into the mirror and stretched lips tight to apply the lipstick.

“Yep.” They applied their make up and slicked their thick hair back. Their masculine features were softened. It was hard to feminize two men with square jaws and stuble, but then, Mitch didn’t want them passing. 

Brenner’s cell buzzed. He looked at it and then put it down. “He’s ready for us.”

“Sweet! Come on you big, jacked sissy. Time to get our pussies pounded.” Ryan slapped him on the shoulder as they exited the bedroom. 

*

Mitch waited for his boys to get dressed. He gathered together a group of men who appreciated two talented college athletes who liked to get fucked and also needed the money to pay for school. 

When he first hooked up with the college boys on Grinder, it was supposed to be a pump-and-dump situation. They both wanted fucked at the same time. They liked threesomes but they liked to share a top. But when they saw Mitch for the first time, the two boys were pleasantly surprised. He looked even better than his online pictures. They didn’t realize how handsome and built Mitch was for an older dude. Granted, Mitch was only ten years older, but to a 19-year-old, everyone over 28 is old. And when Mitch saw them for the first time, he thought he won the lottery. The two athletes were so masculine looking and acting. They were built with hard, ripped muscle. They had faces that were carved from granite. He would have never known if he saw them in public that they were gay, let alone raging bottoms. They ended up having regular hook ups and they all three got along great. Mitch started inviting them to parties and they started hanging out more without having sex. He knew that the boys didn’t have a ton of money so, being wealthy, Mitch paid for things, gave them money if they needed it. They didn’t seem to take advantage of him though. He wanted to take care of them, make sure they didn’t have to stress about money while being full time students. 

He introduced them to roleplay, and they took to it quickly. They found out they liked it and could live out fantasies that they didn’t think they could while playing college ball and acting straight. They roleplayed a bunch of different scenarios like ‘coach and football player’, bad cop, military, they really loved cosplay sex in authentic looking superhero costumes, even dad/son incest. But what really got them was the fem boy scene. Mitch always had a fetish for feminizing masculine men. He wasn’t sure they would be into it, but the two boys were up for anything. Mitch was surprised at how much they liked it. They were hesitant at first, being out of their comfort zones. He first introduced them to wearing panties which they loved because, to them, it was like wearing sexy speedos. From there Mitch added things like stockings and garters. The boys thought it was funny at first, making fun of each other dressed in women’s lingerie. But then they started to like it. They liked the idea of dropping the hardcore masculinity and just giving themselves over to Mitch and being used like slutty women. The high-heels were a learning curve for the boys. Their big muscular bodies were hard to balance in 4-inch stilettos.

When Mitch told some of his gay friends about the two, they were eager to meet the boys. He started bringing the two around to dinner parties, pool parties and events. The football players were nervous meeting more gay men as they didn’t want to jeopardize their football careers. It was risky enough just hooking up on Grinder with random guys. They both were good enough to be drafted into the NFL if they kept working hard.  The two friends also loved attention, and these gay men heaped on compliments. 

Mitch let it slip to his friends that the two boys were also sissies, well, a few wanted to see it for themselves. These men had no problem at all feminizing masculine men. 

The first time he asked the boys to meet these men as fem boys, they were hesitant. Brenner flat out said no, he being the more insecure of the two. He was uber masculine and didn’t want other men to see him like that. Ryan was ok with it as long as the men were attractive. So, Mitch offered to pay them both handsomely. He knew Brenner responded well to money. Brenner relented and said yes. 

The two best friends dressed up and met the small group of four men. Brenner and Ryan were surprised at how much these men were into muscle sissies. It put the boys as ease, and they could be themselves in front of other guys besides Mitch. That night they ended up getting used and treated like whores, and they loved it. They made some good dough too. Soon, Mitch started hiring them out for private parties as sexy waiters, or strippers, any kind of sexy character. The French maid outfits were the boy’s favorite costumes. They both were making a ton of money, and they loved doing it. For two guys who had to be around toxically masculine dudes every day, all day, it was a well-deserved respite from that environment. They wanted to kick back, relax, and get fucked. And they wanted to feel like bitches when they did it. They wanted real men to fuck them but not treat the boys like men. They wanted to be treated like slutty whores.

*

The two college athletes entered the large living room side by side, holding hands. They strutted as they walked. Each wearing 4” stiletto heels that matched the color of their outfits. Two powerfully built athletes wearing corsets, panties and stockings walking toward you on stiletto heels was enough to turn straight men gay. They were feminine and intimidating at the same time. When they walked in, the room stopped and was quiet. They counted only 4 men, 5 including Mitch, and they were hot dudes too. Mitch had good taste in men.

“Girls,” Mitch said to the two fem boys. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, sir,” Brenner replied. 

“Look at all the hot guys bro,” Ryan looked around the room and said to Brenner in a flirty, playful tone.

Brenner smirked. “Yeah, I know,” he said looking around. “Which one do you want to bust in your pussy first?” he asked Ryan.

“Boys, first one is lady’s choice,” added Mitch announced to the men in the room. “Take your pick, girls,” he said to the fem boys.

Brenner saw a man standing by the fireplace holding a beer unlike all the others who were drinking cocktails. The man stood out because he was rugged with a scruff on his jaw, his hair was brown and shaggy just below the ear. He was wearing a tight henley that clung to his chest muscles and a flannel shirt on top that was unbuttoned. The sleeves were pulled up revealing thick forearms corded with muscle. He wore tight, faded blue jeans and square-toed cowboy boots. Brenner was 99% sure the man drove a truck or owned a horse. The man gave Brenner eye contact when he took a sip of his beer. He didn’t smile or smirk. He just held the gaze with a menacing look on his serious face. The man’s eyes flitted up and down Brenner’s jacked body. Brenner nodded to him. The man nodded once and took another drink. 

Ryan scanned the group of older men. He was impressed at how Mitch knew so many attractive older men who had nice bodies. He saw a couple of wedding rings and Mitch told them some of the attendees were married to women. Ryan liked having his pick although by the end of the night, he knew he would have sex with all of them. A man caught his eye as well. He was an athletically built man, very handsome with short dark hair that seemed to be starting to recede. Ryan guessed him to be early 30s. He was wearing an Underarmour polo that fit snug on his biceps and chest. He wore a pair of form fitting golf pants and a nice pair of athletic causal shoes. The man screamed jock or ex jock or football coach or something. All Ryan knew was that the man reminded him of his high school football coach. Ryan smirked at him, and he winked back.

“I think I have spotted my first pussy splitter for the night,” Brenner said to his buddy.

“Me too,” replied Ryan as he nodded to his coach lookalike. “But don’t worry,” he said to the other four. “You’ll all get your chance. Remember, lady’s choice.”

Brenner let go of Ryan’s hand. Ryan gestured with a curled finger for the coach to approach him. The man put down his drink and gave his fellow partiers a cocky smirk. “Sorry boys, the ladies love me.”

Ryan waited at the door of the room. The man approached and gallantly took Ryan’s hand. “Hello, Coach,” Ryan said to him with a sexy bite of his bottom lip.

“Well, hello, sweetheart,” he replied as he wasted no time wrapping his arms around the kid and feeling the hard body. He grabbed a handful of muscle ass and growled, “Fucking fat muscle pussy.”

“Yeah, you like that fat ass. Let’s go into the bedroom and you can load me up.”

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Lead the way.”

*

Brenner stood and watched his man at the fireplace. The man didn’t move, just continued to drink and stare. Usually, dudes swarmed to Brenner, so he was confused as to why this man wasn’t. Fine. I’ll go. And he approached the man at the fireplace. 

“Hey,” Brenner said confidently and almost too manly, overcompensating.

The man took a drink again from his bottle. “Hey,” was all he said,. 

Brenner waited for more, but all was quiet with lots of intense staring. “Lady’s choice,” he said. “I choose you,” he said with confidence again. 

The man sneered. “Yeah, I got that. What makes you think I want you?” he muttered which made Brenner flinch. 

Brenner frowned. “Bro, you’re here. What did you come here for? What, would you rather have my buddy?”

The man scoffed. “No. I don’t want him,” he said sternly.

“Ok...” said Brenner confused. The man was quiet, but his eyes roamed over the fem boy’s body. 

“You play ball?” the man finally asked.

Brenner raised an eyebrow. “Yeah,” he replied nervously. He wondered if the man recognized him.  Brenner took in the man’s ruggedly handsome features. He looked like a cross between a fashion model and a redneck cowboy. Both were sexy. “I don’t know what that has to do with anything.”

The man snickered. “You play football, and you dress like this?” he asked condescendingly. “Tell me why.”

Instantly, Brenner felt humiliated at the question. He looked around and then back at the handsome man. “Why? I like it.”

“Why?”

Brenner shrugged his shoulders. “I like the way it makes me feel.”

“And how does it make you feel?”

“Sexy.”

“Slutty?”

Brenner thought for a second. Of course, it did but he had never admitted it to another man unless it was during sex. “Yeah. Sexy and slutty.”

“Like a whore,” the man stated. 

Brenner raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Like a whore. I mean, you did pay to be here. Where do you think that money’s going?”

“I know what I paid for,” he said straight forward. “You’re a big boy. Solid, nice ass. I bet you can take a pounding.”

Brenner smirked. “No complaints yet.”

“Huh,” the man snickered again. “Big fucking football player,” he muttered. “Dressing up in whore lingerie for dick.”

Brenner was starting to get mad. What was this guy’s problem. “That’s the point of this party, bro.”

“Yeah, I know,” the man said. “I just didn’t think you were for real when Mitch told me about you.”

“You didn’t think I was a football player or that I was a sissy?” asked Brenner seriously. 

“The answer is football player. Definitely, football player. Never seen a sissy who was actually a ball player. I played ball in college. Never met someone like you.”

“Ok, well, here I am. Do you have a problem with me being a football player and being a sissy?”

“Nope, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t a fucking faggot who pretends to be a jock. Lots of you boys do that. You all are jacked but few can pass for straight.”

“Ok, so?”

“So, you’re the real deal. I already knew that. Just wanted to see what you’d say if I challenged you. I googled you before I came.”

Brenner looked perturbed. “Mitch told you who I was?”

“Not exactly, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. You’ve got good stats. You could go pro.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Pro football player fem boy. Now that’s a unique situation. Better hope no one finds out.”

Brenner smiled but was suspicious. He also liked the man’s alpha, no bullshit vibe. “Glad I chose you.”

“You didn’t choose me,” the man said with a smirk. “I chose you.”

Brenner snickered. “How is that?”

“The second your faggot sissy ass walked into the room I chose you. Fuck these other guys,” he said nonchalantly. “So for you to think you chose me, well, that’s fucking adorable, princess.” 

Brenner was taken aback at how confident and alpha this man was. To be degraded but yet complimented at the same time was something that had never happened to Brenner. This was a man’s man. This was a man who knew how to treat a man like a lady. 

“Huh,” Brenner grunted. “So, do you want me or not?”

“A huge, jacked up, hot as fuck football player with a deep voice who has a hungry pussy and knows she’s a fucking sissy cunt... and I can have a beer with him in public and no one would suspect.... fuck yeah, I want you.”

Brenner swallowed hard. Fuck, this guy knows me to the fucking core. Who the fuck is this guy?

“Ok, that took a while to figure out,” Brenner said sarcastically. “Follow me to the bedroom?”  Brenner asked holding out his big hand. “Unless you want to fuck me right here.” He was being half serious. 

The man took his hand and clasped it hard. “No, princess. You follow me,” he said as he gave a yank on Brenner’s arm and pulled him out of the room. 

They walked past a grinning Mitch. “What did tell you, Gage?” Finally, Brenner knew the man’s name. 

Gage gave him a fist bump. “Shouldn’t have doubted you.” He started to pull Brenner away and then stopped. “Oh, and Mitch, don’t expect to see this bitch for the rest of the night.”

Mitch flinched. “Ok, but the other guys are going to be pissed.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Refund those fuckers. I’ll pay for all of them.”

Mitch nodded. “Ok, deal.”

“Come on, princess,” Gage said as he pulled Brenner down the hall with Brenner trying to keep up in his high heels. 

“Dude, hold up. I can’t walk that fast in these things.”

Gage stopped and gave him an annoyed look before reaching down, grabbing Brenner around the waist and hoisting him up and over Gage’s shoulder. 

“Whoa!” Brenner yelped. “Fuck yeah!”

Gage slapped him on the ass. “Carry my girl over the threshold.”

*

Ryan never found out the coach’s name, so he just kept calling him that. Coach wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist. He grabbed two handfuls of ass and lifted the football player. Ryan wrapped his heeled feet around Coach’s waist, and they made out. Coach held up the jacked-up athlete and walked him around the room and over to the bed where he laid Ryan down onto his back. 

He lifted Ryan’s legs and pushed forward. “God, what a fucking beautiful pussy,” Coach said before diving down between Ryan’s cheeks. Coach moved the panties to the side and stuck his tongue into the waiting hole.

Ryan arched his back and moaned. “Fuck yeah, Coach! FUCK, eat my pussy!” The coach slapped him on his upturned ass as he continued to feast on his hole. Ryan had been eaten out before, but this guy was a pro. Ryan moaned and groaned. He wrapped his arms around each of his legs and spread them wide, the spikes of his heels pointing to the ceiling. Wearing the corset and being folded made it hard to breath but he liked the way he was being taken by the muscular man. 

Coach’s face came up and he looked at Ryan. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re pussy is so fucking delicious.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Ryan said breathlessly. 

“Fuck. You sure you’re a ball player?” the Coach asked with a grin. 

Ryan grinned back. “Yeah, bro. Running back. Best you ever saw.”

“Fuck yes!” the man exclaimed. “Fucking stacked football fem boy. You’re fucking beautiful.”

Ryan broke character again and lifted his fist. Coach fist bumped him. “Fuck yeah, Coach. You like your players jacked up and fem?”

The coach nodded. “Hard to find. Especially when they look like you and your girlfriend.”

“We like men like you. You’re hard to find.”

“You’re so fucking sexy. I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart,” he said as he sat up and undid his pants. He pushed them down revealing a beautiful, thick cock. 

“Fuck yes, Coach. Get inside this pussy.” Ryan spread his legs wide and grabbed his own ankles. “Put it in, Coach. Put it in my football pussy.”

The coach fisted his cock, put the head to Ryan’s hole and slid inside the pre-lubed hole. Ryan was smart enough to also loosen himself up before going downstairs earlier. Sometimes these guys were relentless when they penetrated. He wanted to be ready.

“Fuuuuck yes, Coach. Cram my pussy,” Ryan cooed, his eyes closed, his mouth open. 

Coach threw his head back as he sank in. “Oh my god, sweetheart! Such a tight, warm pussy.”

“Don’t stop. Go all the way in.”

“Fuck. I love your cunt.”

Ryan spread his legs farther out. He was very flexible for his size. He visualized watching the scene from behind, his stacked body and powerful legs in the air while the gorgeous man’s has flexed with every thrust. 

“God damn, bro,” Ryan grunted. “Big DILF dick.”

“Your pussy is to much better than my wife’s,” Coach told him with a serious face. 

Ryan liked it when he was compared to a dude’s wife. And he knew the other men usually loved doing it. “I’m your fucking wife tonight, Coach. I’ll have your fucking babies.”

Coach’s eyes closed and he had a look of ecstasy on his face. “Fuck, yes. You know just what to say.”

“I know what I’m doing. Keep fucking me. Knock me up.”

*

Gage tossed Brenner down onto the bed. Brenner was in awe of Gage’s strength as the football player outweighed the man by at least 15-20 pounds. 

“Bro! Do you know how much I weigh?” Brenner asked in surprise. 

Gage peeled off his shirt revealing a tan, ripped torso with a light dusting of hair on his chest, and a deep six-pack. “Two-ten.”

“Two-fifteen,” Brenner corrected him. 

“Is that all?” Gage replied a little too cocky. 

“Is that all? Bro, I’m 5% body fat. It’s all muscle. How much do you weigh.”

“One-ninety, princes. More or less. I may not be as big as you, but I guarantee you, I’m just as strong.”

That gave Brenner a twitch in his stomach. That turned him on. A man with smaller musculature being able to toss him around like he weighed nothing. 

“Damn,” Brenner mumbled. “Hot.”

Gage kicked off his boots and pushed down his tight jeans. Brenner’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Gage’s cock. It was thick like a Red Bull can. And it had to be at least 9 inches long. It flopped up to full mast and Brenner’s hole buzzed. It was the biggest he’d ever seen. 

“Bro, that looks like a Louisville Slugger. I don’t know if I can take that,” Brenner said nervously. 

Gage took Brenner’s hand and pulled him to the side of the bed until Brenner was sitting, his heels on the floor. “You can take it. You’re a big girl. We’ll just need to stretch out your pussy.”

Brenner scoffed. “No, bro. That would be like shoving a beer can up my ass.”

“It’s not going in your ass, princess. It’s going in your pussy.”

Brenner gave him a frightened look. “No, seriously, bro.”

Gage was fisting the huge cock, skimming it back and forth. He grabbed a handful of Brenner’s hair and squeezed. “Seriously,” Gage snarled. “It’s going in your fucking pussy.” Then he yanked Brenner’s head forward with one hand, his other hand jammed his cock into the boy’s mouth. “Be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock.”

Brenner had been treated rough before, but this was crazy. Gage took control and fucked Brenner’s face. Gage took no prisoners as he jammed the kid’s face back and forth on his cock. Brenner gaged and choked. He tried to open his throat and breathe through his nose as much as he could. 

“Suck my cock, you fucking football faggot,” Gage growled as he face fucked Brenner. 

One funny thing going through Brenner’s mind wasn’t that he was being mouth-raped, it was that Gage was messing up his hair and Brenner was mad because he had styled it perfectly. 

“I want to see lipstick all over my cock!” Gage snarled. Brenner suddenly was upset now that his lipstick was probably messed up too. 

“Oh god, it’s so fucking hot,” Brenner exclaimed, “Fucking jacked up football player getting lipstick on my cock. FUCKING FAGGOT!” he screamed out. Brenner knew he was about to cum but then Gage yanked his cock out of Brenner’s mouth. 

“Fuck!” Gage yelled. “I’m not cumming in your faggot mouth. Get back on the bed.” Gage grabbed the big football player under the armpits and pushed him back onto the bed. “Spread your whore legs,” he said. Brenner did as he was told, and Gage immediately rubbed his fingers around the edge of the hole. He then put his own finger in his mouth, got it wet and returned it to Brenner’s hole and pushed in. Brenner dug his heels into the bed and raised his ass as he felt the big finger penetrate. 

“AGHHHH! Oh my god,” Brenner screeched. “Bro! Slow!”

Gage ignored him. He began fucking his finger in and out. Brenner fisted the sheets, “Gage... slower.” Gage stuck a second finger in and resumed. “GAGE! Dude!” Brenner gasped. 

“Shut the fuck up, fag boy,” Gage said, concentrating on Brenner’s hole. 

Brenner was going to have to try and stay calm and breathe. He made squealing noises deep in his throat. When he felt Gage curl his fingers and snag his prostate, Brenner screamed out his pleasure. 

“Good girl,” Gage whispered to him. “That’s my girl.”

“Fuuuuuck,” Brenner moaned. “My pussy...bro...”

“Your pussy, baby girl,” Gage cooed, “it’s so warm inside.”

“Finger me, daddy,” Brenner said. Surprised at himself for saying the word ‘daddy’ voluntarily. 

“Good girl, baby.”

For a good ten minutes, Gage fingered Brenner with multiple fingers until he thought the kid was good and ready. He sat up, lifted Brenner’s powerful legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward. He looked Brenner straight in the eyes, a look of determination on his handsome face, never breaking the gaze he slowly slid down inside the football player’s ass. Brenner couldn’t believe how easy it was going in. It was so big, and Brenner felt so full. He swore he felt it in his gut. 

Brenner grunted and then closed his eyes. 

“Open,” Gage demanded. 

Brenner opened and Gage was eye to eye, nose to nose. “I want to see your pretty eyes when I’m inside of you.” Brenner just nodded. “How does it feel?” he whispered.

“So good,” Brenner whispered back. 

“Are you my slutty girl?” Gage asked him as he began to fuck slowly.

Brenner squirmed from the huge cock moving inside of him. “Yes, sir. I’m your slutty girl.”

“Are you my pussy princess pretending to be a big, strong football jock?”

“Yes, Sir,” Brenner nodded. 

“I love big football player boys who like to cunt for me,” Gage said to him and then raised himself up into a push up position and slammed himself hard into Brenner’s hole. 

Brenner gasped and screamed out. Gage did it again. Brenner put his hands on Gage’s muscular chest and pushed up. “STOP! BRO! STOP!”

“Not gonna happen, faggot,” Gage snapped and continued his slam-fuck. 

Brenner struggled but he was also folded in half, his knees near his chest. “AGH! FUCKER!” he yelled out again, slapping his hands against Gage’s chest. 

“You’re a big, tough, football player, princess. You can take it. You’ve taken harder. Mitch told me you have.”

“Your cock is fucking big!”

“And you’re pussy is sucking it right up.” Gage pulled back and resumed a more normal fuck. He wrapped his arms around Brenner’s stockinged thighs and hugged them together. He put both of the kid’s ankles on his right shoulder which slightly twisted Brenner’s torso. Brenner immediately felt relief from brutal slamming. This was better. This was more comfortable. 

“Bro, that’s more like it,” Brenner said between grunts. 

“Your pussy feel better now, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir.”

*

The coach fucked the sissy football player in every position there was. But they both had a favorite and that was bent over in front of the mirror, Ryan’s hands flat against he wall on either side, coach standing behind him and fucking him hard, loud slaps reverberating throughout the room. He watched himself, his ripped shoulders showing every cord of muscle, his thick neck flushed red, and that color was also in his face. His face was bright red, his teeth clenched, his hair sweaty. He looked up at the reflection and was in awe of the gorgeous athlete holding his waist with a tight grip, his muscles slick with sweat, fucking the kid with gusto. Ryan loved to watch himself get fucked. He loved looking at himself in general, but seeing a hot dude inside of him was the ultimate turn on.

For the second time, the coach came inside of the boy. Ryan reveled in the feeling of warm muscular cum in his gut. Muscle DNA was addictive for him. Sure, he could take cock like a pro but taking it from a fellow muscle head, that was different. Ryan couldn’t get enough of it. 

Coach pulled out of Ryan and backed away, wiping his forehead off with his forearm. “God damn it, kid!” He exclaimed with a slap on Ryan’s hard ass. It was the first time that night the man referred to Ryan as a ‘bro.’ “That’s magic pussy.”

Ryan stumbled over to the bed and sat down. He winced as he did and said, “Bro, I think you wrecked my magic pussy.”

“Damn right I did. You are one fucking sexy, kinky motherfucker,” Coach said sitting in a chair trying to catch his breath. “It’s so fucking random that two dudes who look like you and your buddy are into this fem boy shit. It’s fucking hard to find dudes like you. I’ve dressed guys up before, but they didn’t get into it as much as you do.”

“Since we’re taking a break, I’ve got to ask you. Are you a real coach?” Ryan asked him. 

The man sat there with a smirk but quiet for a few seconds. “High school football and wrestling.”

“I knew it! There’s no way a dude like you wasn’t a coach or something. You look like my high school football coach.”

“Oh yeah? I look like your old coach? Must be pretty hot,” he said teasing. 

Ryan nodded. “Bro, you have no idea. Oh my god, he’s so fucking hot.”

“If you went to high school in this state, I might know him,” Coach said. 

“I doubt it. It’s a small town out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Up north?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like me, huh?”

“So much.”

Coach grinned and asked, “It isn’t McKillip is it?”

Ryan’s face went white. His jaw dropped. “You know him?”

“Yeah. We played ball together in college. I heard he took a teaching job. I lost track.”

“Small fucking world.”

“What do you think he’d say if he saw you like this?” Coach asked him. 

Ryan stopped and thought about it. “Don’t know. Probably hate it. He’s a hard ass. Alpha all the way.”

“Yeah? Would he call you a faggot? Say your were fucked up?”

Ryan shrugged. “Yeah, he probably would. I can’t imagine too many dudes like him would approve this. Well, besides you.”

“More for me then,” Coach said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t it be hot if he walked in right now, saw you on your back, those whore legs in the air, high heels, and you moaning like a little bitch while I plow your pussy?”

Ryan swallowed hard. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I’d love that shit.”

“Did he fuck you back then?”

“Oh hell yeah. I was his fuck boy senior year,” Ryan said proudly. “He took my cherry.”

“He always was a fucking perv,” Coach laughed. “You take it like a good boy?” he asked, his voice becoming low and sultry. He moved from the chair to the bed and sat down next to the sissy stud. 

“Yes, Sir. I was a good boy.”

“Now, you take it like good girl, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m a good girl.”

Coach kissed him while running his hand up Ryan’s corset to his nipples that poked out over the top of it. Coach tweaked them. “Fucking sexy girl.”

“Are you going to fuck me again, Coach?”

“Of course, I am, sweetheart. I don’t think we’ve conceived yet.”

*

Brenner could feel cum dribbling out of his hole every time Gage pulled out. 

“How’s your pussy, princess?” Gage asked him in a sexy low tone. 

Brenner smiled up at him. “Filled.”

“Good girl. I’ll let you rest up. I’m not done with you yet.”

Brenner was surprised. “Again?”

“Again. You have a problem?” Gage asked him irritated. 

“I’ve never gone this long with one guy is all. It’s been a few hours. My pussy is wrecked.”

“You need to get used to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“.I plan on seeing you a lot.”

“You do?”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight. It took me years to find a dude like you. You never let someone like you go.”

Brenner didn’t quite know what to say. He just let Gage have his way. Besides, Gage was the best fuck of his life. Why not keep hooking up with him?

They fucked for the rest of the night until Brenner fell asleep in Gage’s muscular arms.

The next morning, the two friends showered and changed into regular clothes. They emerged from their rooms looking completely different than they did last night, jeans, t-shirts and ball caps were the attire for the day. 

One of the men who stayed the night after the party gave them a whistle. “Holy fuck, look at you two. Who the fuck would believe YOU two were a couple of slut fem boys?”

Gage walked around the corner and saw Brenner. “Look at you,” he said approvingly. “My big stud football player looking all butch and shit.”

“This is how we usually look,” Brenner said. 

“It’s hot as fuck, princess.”

Ryan laughed at him and said, “Come on, princess. We have to get going.”

They left Mitch’s house. Brenner had Gage’s digits and Ryan had a few from the other men. They got in Brenner’s jeep and headed back to their apartment near campus. 

“How was he?” Ryan asked him.

Brenner smiled. “Really fucking good, bro. Really fucking good.”

“Me too. So, did he just plow your pussy all night?”

“Yeah. All night. He’s intense. He was rough most of the time, but then he made love to me at the end.”

Ryan nodded. “Yeah I got that a couple times last night.”

“Did you fuck all of those dudes?”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Ryan replied with utter confidence. “Bro, my pussy is so sore.”

“It should be. Jesus Christ, bro. You fucking put out,” Brenner said with a fist bump to his buddy. 

“I do my best,” Ryan said with a grin. “So, that Gage guy gave you his digits?”

“Yeah. Wants to hook up tomorrow night. He wants to be a regular fuck.”

“You good with that?”

“For now. I mean, why not. He’s cocky, arrogant, aggressive. What more do I want?”

“Score, bro.”

“Shit. I forgot the gym bag,” Brenner said pounding his palm against the steering wheel. 

Mason's best friend, Branden, was in town on leave from the Marines for two weeks. Because Mason was at work when his buddy arrived at the airport, he told Branden to use his spare key to get in, relax, have a beer, and wait for him. The Marine said it was no problem and he would just go to the gym for a couple of hours and then take a nap.

Mason got his work done early and headed back to his apartment as fast as he could. He was beyond excited to hang out with Branden and couldn't wait to get home. Mason only wished he could get to the gym and pump up before seeing him. Knowing Branden had been at the gym all afternoon was going to make Mason self-conscious.

Mason walked into his apartment and immediately started taking off his clothes leaving them strung out on the floor like a trail to the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and stopped. He gasped and growled, "Fuck."

Branden looked back at him and flexed his beautiful, muscular ass; an invitation for Mason.

"Fuck, bro! Look at that beautiful fucking Marine pussy." Mason was completely naked now. He was stroking his hard cock as he approached the bed and crawled up on it on his knees. "Fucking sexy thong, bro."

"Thought you'd like it," replied Branden in his low, baritone voice. "Easy access to pussy."

"Bro, your back is fucking beast, dude. You've gotten bigger over the last year." Mason climbed up and straddled Branden's muscular hamstrings. He slapped his cock against the bubbled ass under him.

"Not much else to do when you're deployed in the middle of bum-fuck. Besides, I wanted to catch up to you."

"Think you did."

"I know how you like your boys to be thick, bro. Thick enough for you?"

Mason slid the side of his hand into the deep cleft between Branden's glutes. His middle finger found the Marines hole and it slid in. Mason groaned. "You're fucking lubed, bro. So fucking hot."

"Didn't want to waste time, bro. I'm pumped, lubed, and ready to rock."

Mason slid his finger into the knuckle making Branden moan and squirm.

"Your pussy is still so tight, bro. Just like I remembered." He fingered his buddy and then added another finger.

"You know you don't have to do that, bro. I'm ready for you."

Mason laughed. "No fucking way, bitch. I love fingering your pussy. Watching my big muscle Marine squirm like a horny cheerleader is my favorite thing to do."

"Cheerleader, huh?" Branden said with a smirk. "Sorry, I'm not wearing a little pleated skirt," he said sarcastically.

Mason slotted his buddy faster. "It's coming in the mail tomorrow," he teased.

"You would. You kinky fucker." Branden then moaned again, he grabbed the pillow and bit into it as Mason finger banged his hole.

"This pussy see some action, bitch?" Mason asked him, turning his fingers inside of the warm hole.

"Fuck yeah, it did." Branden groaned from his throat as Mason kept grazing his prostate.

"Of course it did. Because you're a whore, bro." Mason said nonchalantly.

"You would be too if you were surrounded 24/7 by sexually deprived muscled-up jarheads that need a place to dump a load."

"That's hot, bro." Mason bit his bottom lip as he took in the pleasure of the beautiful man under him squirming and moaning. "Wish I could have been there."

"I got video," Branden said with a grin.

"Fuck, yeah."

Mason slid his fingers out and watched Branden's ass relax. Then he lay his cock against the cleft and pressed it in, buried it against that tight hole. He started to hump slowly, feeling the head of his cock press harder against the hole. The head popped in and Branden's head came up off the pillow and he gasped.

"Fucking tight bitch pussy," Mason hissed.

"Fuck, Mase. You're splitting my pussy." Branden's voice was airy, whispery, like he was high.

"You whore this bitch pussy around post?" Mason pushed more cock in.

"Uh huh."

"You get lots of Marine loads?" Mason pushed some more.

"Uh huh."

"You spread those jacked legs wide and show those boys your cunt?" Mason slid in all the way to the root.

"Fuck," Branden gasped. "Yeah, Mase. Spread my faggot legs for any hot dude that wanted me."

"Big, Marine bitch," Mason taunted. He started to fuck the hunk under him. "Big, fucking, butch bitch taking cock in his pussy."

"Fuck me, Mase. I missed this so much."

"I know, bitch. I did too." Mason revved up, reached forward and clenched on to Branden's thick neck. Mason squeezed tight as he began to rail on the Marine as hard as he could. Branden's eyes were closed, his teeth gritted as staccato grunts came from his mouth with each hard, fast thrust. A string of 'oh god, oh god' spewed as the slamming became harder and harder.

Mason loved fucking Branden because the guy could take it hard. He always said, "I'm a fucking United States Marine. I can take whatever you can give. Wreck my pussy. I can take it." Mason also loved that Branden was just so fucking butch, masculine, an alpha.

"Welcome home, bitch. You're gonna have my baby." Then Mason slammed in hard, he grunted and then howled out loud as he gushed a load into Branden's muscle pussy. Branden cried out as he shot a load into the mattress.

Mason didn't pull out. He was too hard and too horny. He stayed inside and laid down his chest against Branden's massive back.

He put his lips next to Branden's ear. "Don't you ever fucking leave me here again. Do you hear me, cunt?"

Branden nodded his head against the pillow. "Yes, Sir. I love you, Sir."

I texted back.

Brady, you’re killing me, bro.

+ I’d rather be fucking you.

You’re going to get us in trouble.

+ Stop being a pussy.

Thought you said you liked my pussy.

+ Your pussy is the best around.

I have one more class in an hour.

+want to meet at your dorm room after?

You know I hate fucking in there. So gonna get caught.

+ Well if you didn’t scream like a little bitch. I can stuff my underwear in your mouth, that’ll shut you up.

You’re the best big brother ever. Asshole. lol Why can’t we go to your place?

+Dude, you know why.

Fuck. Break up with that cunt, bro.

+ Hey, be nice. She’s just staying a couple of weeks.

Fuck her. Wouldn’t you rather me move in and then you could fuck me whenever you wanted? I’ll be your cunt.

+If you moved in, we would never leave the house. Well, except to workout.

I dunno Brady.

A second later my phone rings. It’s Brady. I answer.

“Come on, Cody. Don’t be a pussy,” he said without saying hello. “I fucking miss you.”

I sighed. “It’s been two weeks, player. I don’t want to get caught.”

“Everyone fucks in their dorm room.”

I scoffed, “But not everyone is fucking their brother in their dorm room.”

“You never know,” he said and I could tell there was a smirk on his face just by the way he said it. “You’ve got those hot as fuck twins down the hall.”

I know who he’s talking about. They are two identical twins who really are hot as fuck. “You wish. I wish.”

“Mmm… brothers on brothers. What’s not to like?” His mind is always in the gutter. “You know I would take you back to my place, but we can’t. She’s there.”

I thought about it and I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. The last time Brady fucked me was two weeks ago and we were so loud, the RA knocked on my door. But I was so horny and the pic he just sent really had me hard as a rock.

“Fine,” I relented. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”

He guffawed. “Bro, you’re the loud one. Not me.”

“But it’s because of you that I’m loud. So, meet me here in two hours.”

Then there was a knock at my door. “Hold on, someone’s at my door.”

I walk to the door and open it.

“Surprise.” Brady said standing in front of me.

I grabbed him and pulled him inside and shut the door. I turned to him. “Brady! No. I have to go to class.”

He put his hands on my waist and pulled me close. He slowly drew closer, his lips almost touching mine when he whispered, “No, you don’t.” And then he kissed me. He kissed me passionately. It was the kind of kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His big arms engulfed me as he devoured me. We made out for a long time. My dick was hard and so was his. He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of my muscular bubble butt and squeezed. I whimpered into his mouth.

I pulled back and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m gonna fail this class,” I said with a smile. “Fuck that, I’m gonna fail college. I knew this would happen if I went to school near you.”

“You can learn more from me than you can in that stupid class.” He had that cocky smirk on his face. He kissed me on the tip of my nose. “You’re so fucking cute,” he said with a toothy smile. His teeth were so perfect and white.

In moments like this, when he was being sweet and romantic, I thought I might honestly be in love with my brother. I could see myself being with him as his partner or husband. He was four years older and we looked like twins, so maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea. People would know right away that we were related.

“No, boys are cute. Puppies are cute,” I said.

“But you’re my boy,” he growled.

“Brady…”

“Come on, babe. Tell me you’re my boy.”

When he said ‘babe’ I got another tingle. He calls his girlfriend that.

“Say that again.”

He smiled. “Babe.” He knew exactly what I was talking about.

I gasped quietly. “I’m your boy.”

“Yeah, you are. You'e my big, stud boy.”

“Ok, ok. You had me at 'babe.’” I said patting him on the chest with both hands.

He put his forehead on mine. “I want to be inside you, Cody,” he whispered.

I swallowed hard. “I always want you inside me,” I whispered back.

Then he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed. He walked me over to my small full-sized bed. He carefully laid me down onto my back. He grabbed my shoes and pulled them off. He grabbed the cuffs of my jeans and yanked them off. Then did the same with my boxer briefs. Now I was on my back, naked. He quickly undressed and launched himself on top of me. He instantly put his knees between mine and opened my legs. God, he could be so forceful. I fucking loved an aggressive dude. We kissed.

As we kissed, I could tell he was feeling around on my bedside table for lube. He knew where I kept it. I heard him knock over a bunch of stuff that was on that table and then I heard the click of the lube bottle. He broke the kiss, leaned back and drizzled lube on his dick. He was so big and thick. He then put lube on his fingers and penetrated me with two. I winced and then threw my head back with a gasp. He sneered at me as he fingered me. He was so fucking cocky.

I looked up at him. His bicep bulged as he sawed his fingers in and out of me. His cocky sneer was sexy as fuck. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold in a moan. He was so good at fingering me.

“This how you finger her?” I asked him, my voice low and serious. My eye contact was intense.

His sneer deepened. “Oh yeah. She loves it. But not as much as you do.”

“You can finger my pussy any time you want.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t ya, stud boy. Having me around to finger your pussy. Fingering you like I finger all my bitches.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Am I one of your bitches?”

“You’re my number one bitch.” He hooked his finger, hit my nut and I almost came. He grinned. “Yeah. You’re just like all my bitches. You all get off with my finger in your pussy.”

“Jesus Fuck, Brady. Fuck me,” I begged him.

He slid his fingers out. He aimed his big cock at my hole as he held one of my legs up. My other legs splayed to the side, floating in the air. He stared into my eyes as he slid into me without stopping. My eyes were wide, my mouth wide open. The cocky sneer was back on his face. He didn’t stop until he bottomed out in my pussy.

“Fuck, Cody,” he growled. “Fuck. I fucking love your pussy. So much tighter than hers.”

I grinned. “That’s why you don’t need her pussy. You’ve got mine.”

He began to start fucking. He went slow at first but gradually began to bang. He held my legs out wide like I was just a whore for him to use.

“Holding my legs out like a bitch, Brady?” I said taunting him to reply.

“Love seeing your fucking jacked legs spread wide. You love being fucked like a slut.”

I put my hands on his abs and ran them up to his chest. “You make me a slut. You turn me into a fucking cunt, Brady.”

He growled and then began to bang me harder. Every muscle in his body was slick with sweat and flexing. The more he fucked, it seemed the bigger his muscle became. I was writhing around, trying not to scream out. He was fucking me so hard. Maybe the hardest ever. I couldn’t help it. I opened my mouth but then felt his big hand clamp down over my mouth.

“Don’t do it, bitch,” he snarled. “Don’t you fucking scream. I promised you I wouldn’t let you.”

My eyes watered. I nodded my head but he kept a clamp down on my mouth. The leg he let go of wrapped around his waist. The other leg he still held up.

All you could hear were muffled grunts and groans coming from me. And the slap of skin, abdomen to ass. After a few minutes, I grabbed his forearm and pulled his hand away.

“You gonna be a good boy?” he asked me while still fucking.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “It’s just so good,” I whined.

“I know, stud boy. I know.”

“Cum in me, Brady,” I said.

He looked at me in the eyes again. “Want my cum in your little muscle pussy, stud boy?”

“Yes. Fucking cum in my fucking pussy.”

His breathing quickened and his muscles flexed and suddenly flung himself down onto of me, his mouth smashed onto mine. He muffled a scream as he unloaded into my ass. I actually felt his cock expand inside of me. I could feel the warm liquid from his cock flood my hole.

He laid out flat on top of me. I loved to feel his weight. He nestled his face in the side my neck. His breathing was heavy. I wrapped my arms around his massive back.

“God, Cody,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“No other dude compares to you,” I said back.

“Same.”

We lay there for a while, his dick still inside of me. It took him forever to go soft. That’s what I liked about him. I could fall asleep with him inside of me.

“It could be this way every night,” I said quietly.

There was a pause before he replied, “I know.”

“Then why not?”

“Cody, you’re nineteen. You need to have fun while you’re in college. That’s what college is for, to get laid, drink, party, and get laid again. Over and over.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s what I have been doing. Not matter how much I do it, and there has been a lot,” I laughed. “it’s never as good as it is with you.”

“I want you to get laid as much as you can. You don’t want to be stuck with me when you could be out experiencing other guys. And, honestly, I’m not done fucking around either. I’ve been fucking dudes since freshman year and I’m not done by a long shot.”

“Bro, you have to break up with that bitch. Stop pretending you’re fucking bi or whatever and just go full gay.”

He sighed. “Cody, I like pussy. Just not as much as ass. Just let me do me, ok?”

I thought for a while. “What about if I move in but keep everything open.”

“You mean fuck other guys.”

“Yeah. If you wanna hook up with another dude, then do it. And so can I.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want an open relationship?”

I sort of shrugged. “I mean, that sounds like we’d be boyfriends, but I still like it.”

“I can’t believe you are actually making me think seriously about this.”

I ran my fingers through his spiky, thick hair. “I was serious what I said earlier. I’ll be your bitch. I want to be your bitch.”

“And I want you to be my bitch. But you would be more than that. That’s a sex thing. You’d be my boy all the time.”

“I’ll be your boy.”

He kissed me. “Deal.”

He was still hard. I could feel him slowly cork screwing in my ass. “Are we going again?” I asked.

He bit his bottom lip again and then said, “I was just thinking. How well do you know the twins down the hall?”

I looked at him and laughed. “Seriously? You got your dick inside me and you’re thinking about other dudes.”

“You said it’s an open relationship. Why not be open together sometimes.”

I laughed. “I know one of them has a wandering eye. I just don’t know which one he is.”

“I love you,” he suddenly said. It was a low, quiet, whisper.

2 straight guys, 1 spandex fetish - by Clark Wayne

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There he stands waiting for me, shirtless, pumped. His tight leggings creating a smooth, second skin around his granite thighs, rock hard ass, his bulbous calves.  He’s proud of his 25-year-old body, most of all his ass and legs, hence the spandex to show it off.

He loves his gear. We both do. Always color coordinated, always a hat, watch, shoes and leggings. Always shirtless if he can. He must have fifty pair of leggings, all different colors, different brands, although, he prefers Nike and Underarmour. They seem to fit the tightest and can withstand the massive amounts of stretching they endure during his two-hour workouts. 

Look at him. Perfect bodybuilder body, perfect proportions. Looking like a superhero ready to take on the next man who questions his might.  He’s the epitome of masculinity, of strength, of power. He likes the looks he gets in the gym as well as out in public. Wears the tightest jeans, his shirts a size too small. Showing off his hard work is an addiction for him.  He wants attention, he craves it, thrives on it. Most of all, he craves other people’s approval. He needs reassurance that he is a specimen to be envied by all men that he meets. 

With no shame, parading around the gym shirtless, nothing but his leggings showing off that ass and quads, his best attributes. Yeah, he’s that guy. Permanent scowl on his rugged face that says, “Do not fucking bother me.” That guy in the gym grunting loudly on the squat rack, making as much noise as he can to draw the attention of his peers.  He wants them to watch him. He wants them to admire him.  He wants them to want to be him.  He’s even ok with wanting them to want him.

I’ve had to watch this shit every day for the last year, it makes me laugh. He acts like he’s this god blessing everyone with his presence, until I come around, that is. He models himself after me. I’m just a few years older but you would think I was much older with the way he followed me around like I was his dad. He needed a father-figure or at least a big brother. I’m way to young to be his dad so I’ll take big brother. A case of hero-worship. Don’t get me wrong, he’s hot and he has every right to show off but he owes it all to me. He would never admit it, which pisses me off but he knows it. All that he is today is because of me. Right down to his choice of workout gear is my doing. I might as well dress him from my closet.

We met the day he joined my gym. He walked, surveyed the weight room. He saw me and made a bee-line right to me. He just started working in with me in the weight room. He’s a man of few words, working in with me was his way of saying he wanted my help. He was already very hot but he wanted more. He wanted to know how I did it. He wanted to do everything I did. He did everything I told him and then some. Or course, I added in a ton of squats. He had a nice ass when he came to me but damn, I built that thing up until it was a fucking work of art.

In the beginning, I didn’t let on to him that I was into dudes, well not dudes in general, just muscle dudes. I don’t consider myself full-on queer, I date women but I do get off on muscle. It’s the raw masculinity, the powerful animal magnetism, the strength, the discipline, the mutual admiration for how much hard work it takes to look like we do. All bodybuilders, in my opinion, have a touch of queer in them. You must if you have an unnatural desire to look as hot as another dude. They obviously know when another guy is hot. They take in their bodies, their attitude and they find themselves strangely attracted to each other. I think every bodybuilder secretly wants to get fucked by another bodybuilder.

I’m also responsible for his ego. I’m not talking necessarily about his body either. I’m talking about his true self. He endeavors to look like me and to be like me but he will never be me. He tries. He’s taken on my mannerisms, my alpha presence, my cocky superiority. He’s already rough around the edges, quiet, brooding so he fits my mold. He wants so much to fit in but he wants to do it without having to speak. He will speak to me but only if he needs to or if I ask him questions.I knew it when I met him. He respects my body. He respects that I know what I’m doing.  He may not say much but I can tell. 

But I digress. Leggings or tights, the terms are interchangeable, the only thing they’re good for is showing off a nice ass.  That’s why I wear them. I have a stellar ass. And don’t try to tell me that straight dudes don’t notice a guy with a nice ass. Any straight guy who wears tights in the gym WANTS other guys to see their muscular ass. It’s the only legitimate reason to wear them. Hell, it’s the only legit reason to do squats if you think about it.

After we first started to train together, he would ask me questions about my workout gear. Where I got them. What do they cost? Most important, how do they feel? He told me, “I think I should probably get some.” I remember the first time he pulled on a pair of black Underarmour tights and saw his own ass in them. It was like a new awakening. He wasn’t even hesitant about trying them on like most guys are about those kinds of things. It was like he couldn’t wait. He turned every direction in the mirror to see his ass from every angle. He ran his hands over the tight, slick material, over his quads, hip flexors and then his ass. He spent a lot of time on that ass. Flexing his big ass as he felt the material stretch to its limits. He arched his back, sticking his ass up and out even further. He smiled, barely, at what he saw as if he had finally reached his goal and was worthy of the tights. Probably the first time I’d seen him smile. I could see he was touching his cock but he made no efforts to keep it from me. He stroked it with his thumb, readjusting it as he admired himself in the mirror. It must be a “bro-thing.” Straight guys aren’t afraid to readjust themselves in front of one another. He’s probably participated in a circle jerk with his buddies as some point in his young life.

“Feels great, don’t they?” I smiled.

“Uh huh,” he replied, monotone.

He glided his hand over his chest and abs as he flexed his quads, looking like a superhero in the mirror.

“How do they look?” he asked quietly but not looking at me.

“Good,” I said. “You’ll turn a lot of heads.”

He looked at me through the reflection in the mirror. No, do YOU like them?”

I met his stare. I smiled. He blushed. He wanted MY approval. He wanted ME to say he looked good. It was very important to him that I say yes. Such a contradiction from the way he acts and looks. You would think he would never submit to another man.

“Yeah,” I said as I locked eye contact. “Very much so. In fact, it would be ok with me if you never wore anything else.”

He continued his eye contact as he slid his hands back and cupped his ass with his hands. He pulled his cheeks up and let them drop, making them giggle.

My heart skipped a beat when he did that. I licked my lips.

“Good,” he said quietly.

“Now, aren’t you glad I insisted you wax your legs and ass?” I asked.

“Uh huh.” He grunted. He was a little apprehensive about that, asking if he could just shave them. I simply said, “No.” And that was the end of that. I think I’ve created a monster.

“Makes them slide right over that smooth skin. Like you’re pulling on another layer of skin. You can have those, by the way.”

His head whipped around to look at me over his shoulder.

“Seriously?” he asked.

I laughed. “Yeah, dude. They’re yours.”

“Thanks, man,” he said with a very slight smile. A second smile? In one day?  Slight smile but I’ll take it.

“In fact, go into that closet and pick out a few pair. I have UA shirts to match.”

He turned to me again, his eyes surprised. “Really?”

“I just told you to. Did I stutter?” I said with a straight face. The kid was so submissive when it came to me. I never berated him but I was authoritative and he liked it. It was obvious.  I liked to have a man of his size and stature do whatever I wanted to do. I was used to guys submitting to me but something was different about him. Other guys gave off a sub vibe to me. He didn’t at first. He was an alpha. He was a real man who knows when he’s in the presence of a better man. Me.

I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Dude, you earned them. Wear them with pride. Show off that hot ass.” I patted him on the back.

“Thanks,” he said as he looked at me quizzically.

There. I had let the cat out of the bag just a tiny bit.

He looked like it was Christmas morning as he rummaged through my closet picking out different colors, different lengths. He stretched them and caressed them. He rubbed them on his cheek, sniffing the material.

“You should try them all on.”

He looked at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to see them on you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. He looked apprehensive like he didn’t believe me.

I looked at him with a stern face. “Put. Them. On,” I replied with a slight angry growl. God, I hate it when he questions me.

His eyes when to the floor. He picked up a pile of tights and with his head down, headed toward the bathroom.

“HERE,” I said loudly.

He froze. He slowly turned around and walked back. He slid off the black tights revealing golden brown, smooth skin. His quads were beautiful. His waist small. His cock semi-erect.

He picked up a blue pair.

“RED,” I commanded.

He dropped the blue tights and picked up the red ones. He pulled them on one leg at a time. He pulled the waistband up and let it snap against his lower abs. He then looked up at me.

I bit my bottom lip and I readjusted my growing cock. I swallowed hard.

“TURN.”

He slowly turned, flexing his lower body.

“STOP,” I commanded when his ass was pointed to me. He reached back again and cupped his ass cheeks. “Your hamstrings look good. We can get them bigger.”

He nodded his head as he ran his hands down the back of legs, rubbing his hamstrings. Reaching back allowed him to bend down slightly and that ass perked up.

“Double Bi,” I said.

He lifted his arms up and flexed his biceps and his back muscles. The little mountains of muscle were becoming well developed. He tightened his ass as well. Fuck, that thing made my mouth water.

“You know you look hot, don’t you,” a statement not a question.

His eyes looked up towards me.

“Don’t you?”

He shrugged his big shoulders.

“Answer the question,” I demanded.

He turned around with his head down. “Yeah, I guess.”

I laughed. “You guess?” I paused. “Huh. You guess.”

He shrugged.

“Don’t even try to tell me you don’t think you look sexy as fuck. I know you think so.”

“Yes,” he murmured.

“Boy, you’re a trip. Do you really think you’re fooling me with this quiet, brooding, mysterious, tough guy crap?”

He raised his head. His eyes focused on me. Well, well, I’ve touched on something. I’ve finally about to get him to admit what he really wants. He wants to get fucked. Time to let him in on my intensions.

“Well, you’re not fooling me. I know what you’re doing, you’re just afraid to follow through.”

He continued to focus on me.

“You like doing what I tell you to do.” Again, not a question.

He nodded.

“You’ll never question me, will you?”

He shook his head.

“I’m going to help you with this issue you have with yourself. You want something that you’re afraid to ask for.”

“Yes.”

“Do exactly what I tell you and I promise…you will not ever regret it. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Finger yourself,” I commanded.

“Wh…what?” he stammered.

“Take your finger and put it in your ass.”

“I…Dude…” he continued to stammer.

“DO IT.”

He looked down at his hand. He reached back and slid his hand down over the tights to the cleft in his ass. He arched his back and bent his knees to better gain access. He rubbed the tip of his finger on his tight hole. He looked at me while he did it. His face was flushed. He was embarrassed. Not because of what he was doing but because he couldn’t say no. He pushed in on his hole again forcing the spandex in as well. His eyes closed and he released a deep breath.

“Awwww,” he sighed.

“Good boy,” I whispered.

His eyes shot open when I said it. I nodded to him in approval.

“You’re a good boy. Finger that ass.”

He twisted is body around more to get deeper and he pushed the spandex further into his ass at least a knuckle deep. He wouldn’t be able to go in much further so he just started jacking his finger in and out rapidly as far as the material would allow. The friction was sending shockwaves through his body. His cock was rock hard and, also impressive. It was a thick fucker. Looked like he had a can of Red Bull in his tights.

He started to pull on his cock through the tights. He was jacking off as he fingered himself. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“Good boy. Finger that hole. Get in there. Dig deep,” I coached in a low, quiet voice.

He was breathing hard. He was sweating. His eyes closed as he finger-banged his hole and jacked his cock. Suddenly, his breathing became even faster, quick deep breaths and then a loud growl as he came inside his tights.

“There it is! There it is my boy. Now, that wasn’t difficult, was it?”

He stood up straight but couldn’t look me in the eye. Embarrassed and humiliated. Good. That’s hot.

I stood and walked up to him. I turned him to the mirror and stood behind him. My taller frame against his shorter frame was a huge turn on.

I lifted my arm and made a bicep. “Touch it.”

He swallowed hard. He reached back and touched my bicep, running his finger across it before grabbing hold and squeezing. He watched himself do it through the mirror.

“Feel that? Feel that power? Feel that electricity? That’s what you need. You need a man like me to satisfy your needs. You need my approval because you know I’m a better man that you are and I know what’s best for you.”

I slid my other hand up over his shoulder, down to his pec and I squeezed, pulling his back to my chest. I put my other arm down and I put my hand on his shoulder. He dropped his arm and let it fall to his side. I grabbed handfuls of his pecs and kneaded them, massaging them. He continued to not look me in the eye.

I finally reached down with one hand and grabbed hold of his thick cock and squeezed. He reached up with both hands and grasped my forearm that was over his chest. I thrust my cock up against the fat beautiful ass.

“I’m not gay,” he whispered.

“Neither am I,” I whispered in his ear, locking eyes with him in the mirror.

I thrust again and then he pushed back into me.

“I’m not a fag,” he remarked.

“Neither am I.”

“I fuck pussy,” he said, trying to sound confident.

“So do I.” I stroked his cock harder.

Now, he was thrusting back with his ass meeting my cock.

“I can’t do this.” He was trembling.

“Yes, you can. And you will.”

I put my hands on his waist and pulled him back harder and ground my cock against his ass roughly.

He closed his eyes and moaned quietly.

“Please. I can’t. I’m not gay.”

“It’s not about being gay. It’s about appreciating each other’s bodies and showing respect and appreciation for all I’ve done for you. You. Owe. Me.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You owe me. You know you want me to and I know you want me to.”

I thought he was about to cry, his eyes watering.

“Please,” he begged.

“Please, what?” I kissed his neck.

He was struggling with the words. He was scared as a little boy.

“Please, just do it. Don’t make me ask.”

Wow, he really hated to love this. He was beating himself up inside. He probably has never had a gay thought in his life until he met me. The confusion going through his brain must be overwhelming.

“Oh, but you must ask. You must ask me what you want me to do to you. Trust me babe, this will set you free.”

He stammered. He tried to get the words out.

“Look at me. Look me in the eyes. Ask me,” I commanded.

He locked on to my eyes. There was terror in his eyes but he still was pushing back and gyrating his ass on my cock.

I slammed my hips forward hard catching him off balance.

“Be a fucking man and tell me what I need to do!”

“Can you…” he whispered.

“Louder. Be a man,” I growled into his ear.

“Can you please fuck me?” his low gravelly voice said the magic words. Don’t get me wrong, I was going to fuck him no matter what but making him say the words…so fucking hot.

“Oh, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I said as I gave him a cocky smile. I slapped his ass hard.

He swallowed hard again. He was shaking like a leaf. I took him by the elbow and pulled him out of the walk-in closet and pushed him down on to the bed. He looked terrified as I climbed on top of him.

“No kissing. I don’t kiss,” he said, scared I was going to reprimand him.

I laughed. “Fine. No kissing.” I flipped him over on to his stomach and pushed his head into the mattress. “It’s not like I need to see your face to fuck you.”

“Should I take off the tights?” he asked.

“Fuck no muscle-boy. That’s part of the experience.”

We did the deed. We did it for two hours. He went from a god to a little bitch in about 10 seconds. He needed it. He loved it. He hated it. It was hot.

After I was done loading his ass up with cum for the fourth time, he dressed, grabbed the gear I gave him and he left. Over the last year, I’ve been fucking him sometimes a couple times a week, sometimes a couple times a month. He never talks about it afterwards.  He just wants to work out and never say another word about it until he needs it.

So, here we are. Standing in the parking lot behind his over-sized red pickup. A big truck for his big ego. He’s pumped up, still in his lifting gear. 

“Hey.” He grunts.

“Ready?” I ask”

“Yeah.” He grunts again as he looks around making sure no one is in earshot. 

I’ve learned a little more about him over the past year. For one, he’s pretty and dumb. Not a total moron but just not that interested in anything but working out, drinking beer and watching sports. During work outs the only thing he ever says is “more weight.”

He stands there staring at me. Waiting. Flexing his arms and chest, showing me his alpha stance. Someone not in the know may think he’s waiting for me to ask what he wants of me. That someone may think he wants to intimidate me. He tries to but he can’t.  He knows me well enough not to do that.

Everyone may see an Adonis, what I see is a moaning little pussy-boy who loves nothing more than being pushed down face first into a mattress and a cock rammed into his tight, smooth ass. Get him behind closed doors and he transforms. His transformation is unmistakable. His alpha posture fades away. His shoulders slump. His head hangs down. He is now a submissive. And he hates it.

“Yeah? Just yeah?” I ask with a smirk. I’m toying with him. I love to see a man like him squirm. He knows I want him to say what he wants but I’ll settle for “yeah.”No need to humiliate him too much today.

He again looks around, no one around, he scowls at me, “Dude, can we just go do this?” He grips the water jug harder.  He’s getting anxious.  

“Yeah, cowboy. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

He looks as if he’d going to burst at the seams, sweaty and nervous. 

“I need a fix.”

“You do?” I said laughing. “A fix, huh? Is that what you’re calling it? A fix?”

He starts turning red. He’s angry but he knows better. My rules, my game. His anger has become more volatile lately. It’s because he’s mad at himself and the world. He’s mad that he can’t say no to me. It kills him.  I’m the one that found him or he found me.  He was hunting for someone like me. He knows I’m the only one he can trust. I’ll keep his secret because he’ll keep mine as well. 

“Fuck.” He says under his breath as he turns and walks to the door of his pickup and gets in. I laugh some more and walk to the passenger side. I climb up into his monster truck. I swear it needs a fucking ladder. 

He starts up the engine and revs it.  It’s loud.  A real man’s truck. I’m still smirking because I know this shit doesn’t fool me at all. This little act of his.  He thinks he’s being sly but guys like me are not stupid. What really pisses him off is me sitting in his truck, smiling and basically mocking him for his delusions of grandeur. He knows I think he’s full of shit and I know what he really is. He’s just a cum-dump with an extremely fuck-able ass. He knows it and he loves it.  He’s receiving the ultimate in body worship. He’s using his body to get another guy off and knowing his body can make a dude cum is intoxicating.

His engine is beyond obnoxious. He shifts into gear and we head out of the gym parking lot, our destination, his condo.

“You know people just think you’re overcompensating for something with this big ass truck. You’re just giving yourself away.”

He doesn’t look at me. “No, I’m not.” he says in a monotone voice.

“No? So, you think this truck makes you seem more masculine, more manly?” I say sarcastically. Needling him.

Still not looking at me. “It’s bad-ass.”

“Oh please. Everyone knows guys who drive these things either have a tiny dick or they are hiding something. And what this you’re calling it? A fix? It’s a fuck, dude. Call it what it is, you pussy.”

He stares out the windshield. “Can you not talk?”

I chuckled. I reached over slowly and lay my hand on his thigh and squeezed. His body stiffened. 

“We don’t have to talk, babe.” I said quietly as I moved my hand up and down his huge quad.  I ran my hand over the slick spandex and felt his quads flex at the touch. His breathing became heavy and he let a low growl. I pinched the spandex on his quad, pulled up and let it snap back down on his thigh. His eyes closed and he took a sudden inhale. He let the air out slowly. 

I continued to run my hand over his leg, to his hip flexor, to his mound where he was rock hard and it looked like his cock would burst though the tight material. I rubbed his cock and squeezed it though the spandex. 

He was taking short breathes as I jacked his cock. The material causing friction as I jacked faster and faster. 

He came up to a red light and stopped.

“Oh my god… Stop…Please…” I squeezed tighter and jack harder. I smirked again as he looked at me. “Please, dude…” His eyes started to roll back and his body started to tense.  I pulled my hand off his cock quickly just before it was time for him to shoot.  Edging him always makes him more cock hungry.  He hates it.  I love it. He’s not in control and he hates it. He can’t help himself.

“Alright. Besides, I want you to cum while I’m inside that pretty ass.” 

He caught his breath as he gripped the steering wheel and started to drive again.  We were a block from his condo and I could tell he was getting more and more anxious. He was acting like a heroin addict. 

I followed him into his condo but not before he looked around checking no one was paying attention to us as we went in. 

“Damn, bro. You’re fucking paranoid.”

Ignoring me, he dropped his gym bag on the floor next to the door and made a bee-line for the bed room.

I walked behind him, ogling that amazing ass. So high and tight. Two big bubbles of muscle. The leggings straining to contain the hard globes.

“You think no one can hear you moaning like a little bitch when I’m balls deep in your hole?” I called to him from behind.  He still ignored me.  He knew what I was saying was true.  The bitch can be loud.

He crawled onto the bed and lay face down. He buried his head in the pillow, the bill of his backward hat sticking up. He began humping the mattress as he flexed his incredible ass, pushing his dick into the mattress. His red spandex ass pointing up and then squeezing shut.

I took off my t-shirt, threw it on the bed in front of his head. I crawled over him and suspended myself above his body in a push-up position.  I looked down at the mounds of muscle that were flexed for my benefit. I slowly lowered my body down onto him, my chest lightly touching his back. I rolled my body down, chest, abs, cock. When I felt my cock touch that ass, I released all my weight and sank down into the deep crack of his ass. He moaned into the pillow as my weight pressed him into the bed. 

I humped his butt, my cock, rock hard and resting between the melons of his butt. I humped harder and faster, pressing my cock down further and further making his body bounce until he starts pushing his ass up. His back arches, making his ass come up higher. I sit up, sitting back on his hamstrings and I slap each cheek hard. I slap down and grab with each hand and squeeze as hard as I can. His ass is wiggling side to side, rising and sinking. Each slap brings a short squeal from the pillow. He is gripping the corners of the pillow tight.

I run my hand down the crack and between his legs and I find his hole. I push in with my thumb, pushing a spandex covered digit into his tight hole. His body stops writhing and he calms. He spreads his legs a bit so I can get better access. I push my middle finger into the spandex covered hole, pushing more and more into him. He moans from the pillow and then raises his head and looks up at the headboard. He growls and moans and pushes his ass into my finger trying to make it go deeper and deeper.

 I begin to finger him faster and faster, each thrust going deeper and deeper, stretching the material into this hole. I can tell he’s ready.  He’s pushing his ass so high that he’s almost on his knees, his back arched to its limit.

“Say it.” I say with a short jab into his hole. Each jab releases a sigh from his mouth. He looks back at me, face red, eyes big and hungry.

“Say it.” I repeat.

He looks back at me again, his teeth clenched, veins bulging in his neck. He does not want to say what he wants to say. I jam my finger in again and leave it in as I wiggle it back and forth and round and round.

He rises on his elbows but buries his head in the pillow. He yells into the pillow as his fist flies up and slams back down into he mattress beside his head. He’s trying to resist but he can’t. He needs it.  He knows it. Again, he slams his fists down, again, again, one more time.

He speaks into the pillow a muffled response. I finger punch his hole again. 

He lifts his head up, looking straight ahead. “Fuck me!”

“Good boy.” I give his glute a smack. 

He puts his face back into the pillow and squeezes it around his head. I think I hear the distinct sound of sobbing. I stretch out over him and put my mouth to his ear that’s stuffed into the pillow. 

“Hey now.” I whisper quietly. “Shh, shh, shh. Baby, it’s ok.” I slowly grind my cock onto his butt. “You always do this.” I say soothingly. “You know we both need this. You need this.”

He calms again. 

“I know you’re struggling, babe. You think this makes you less of a man. It doesn’t, babe. This is what you are and you can be who you are with me.”

He turned his head to the side. One watery eye looking up at me.

“I’m the only one who understands you. I’m the only one who knows you. I know what you need and you want me to get what I need.”

I lowered my lips closer to his ear. “We good, stud?”

He nodded his head, yes.

“Good boy.”

I kissed the back of his head. I kissed his shoulder and kissed down his back to his ass. He’s become more tolerant of my kissing him. He knows it makes me happy and he needs to make me happy. I spread his cheeks and sank my tongue onto his hole, tonguing the spandex into his waiting hole. He started to moan again. I licked and sucked until the material is thin and wet.

I sat back up on his hamstrings. With both hands, I grab a little bit of spandex at the seam and slowly ripped open a small opening.

He hissed out a “Yes!’

I reached over and took the lube off the side table, drizzled a generous amount through the opening onto his tight pucker. 

I pulled the front of my own leggings down under my balls, my long, thick cock sticking straight up.  I drizzled lube on it as well. I aimed my cock at the opening in the spandex and pushed slowly into his upturned hole. 

He tensed up as I sank in.  He legs stiffened and his toes pointed. The sound coming from his mouth was unintelligible. I continued to sink in farther.  Never in my life had I ever felt anything so tight.  It was as if I had a rubber band around my cock and I was rolling it down to the base, strangling my dick.

His breathing became labored, he was sucking air though clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut tight.

“I’m in, baby. I’m all the way in.”

“Hurts.” He groaned.

“Always does at first. Relax.”

“Ohhh…god….” He groaned again. “Shiiittt.”

“Relax. You know what to do.”

I was starting to get aggravated with this little bitch now. He didn’t whine this much the last 100 times I fucked the shit out of him. 

“Come on! Stop being a pussy!” I pulled out, right to the tip and pushed back in. He shot up to his elbows and screamed.

“God damn, you are so…fucking…tight! Every time we fuck it seems like your get tighter and tighter. You’re gonna break my dick off, dude.”

I started to move in and out a little faster until I was gliding in and out without any resistance. His groans turned to “Ohhhs” and his ass began to rise to meet my thrusts.

“There you go, big boy. That’s it.”

His voice went up every time I hit his nut. Short, quick, squeaks. It was such a drastic change from his usual deep, gruff voice. He almost sounded like a chic every time I pushed that button in his ass. I started to laugh as I fucked.

“Man, look at you.” I fucked him harder. ”Big muscle man, taking it in the ass and squealing like a little bitch. I’ll never get used to it.”

I started to smash my dick into him, my abs crashing against his ass, his hands gripping harder to the sheets, each thrust I make scooting him inch by inch towards the head of the bed.

“Arch your fucking back, fucker.”

He lifted himself to a push up position until he was on all fours, his triceps bulging as he strained to keep himself up. The small of his back began to sink and his ass began to rise. I reached under and felt his abs, every sculpted one. His dick was rock hard as my cock plunged into him. His massive back flexed, his lats spreading like a cobra. I took hold of his tiny waist and really punched into that tight, tight hole. I couldn’t believe I lasted this long.

I pushed my cock all the way and stopped. He started moaning like a whore.

“Don’t stop.” He said quietly, out of breath.

“I’m not stopping muscle boy. I just want to make it more fun.”

I leaned forward onto his back. I stretched my arm out and grabbed the t-shirt I had thrown on the bed. I sat back up behind him, my dick still buried. I took two ends of the shirt and twisted it until it resembled a rope. I then flung it over his head, pulling the shirt into his mouth and then pulling back on both ends until his head was pulled back, face pointed to the ceiling.

“Let’s go for a ride, cowboy.”

I pulled back on the reigns and proceeded to jack-rabbit fuck that ass so fast and rough as I pulled back on his head.  His muffled groans became one long “ahh” sound as I hammered into him at a high, rapid pace. His hat flips off his head, his dark wavy hair sweaty and stuck to his neck. His traps were massive, his shoulders flexed, his back arched at an almost impossible angle.

“Yeah, that’s right mother fucker!  Ride that cock. Come on, boy!”

Shit was starting to fall off the side tables. The bed slamming into the wall. A lamp fell and smashed to the floor. I don’t think I can last much longer. I let go of the shirt. I slammed down on his shoulders and smashed him into the bed face first. This was it.  This was it. I slammed harder and harder until I pulled back one last time and fucked in so hard his head hit the wall.

My bloated cock exploded inside his ass.  I yelled loudly as I released torrents of cum into that perfect ass. His tights were soaked with lube, sweat and cum. My cock kept pulsing as volley after volley emptied into a tight, restricting hole.

I fell flat onto his back. Both of us breathing hard trying to catch our breath. I slid my hand under his belly and found his hard cock oozing with jizz. He came without touching himself. That-a-boy.

“Dude. Best yet.” I said in between breaths.

His head was turned to the side. His skin flush and his beard dripping with sweat. He was smiling.  Dude actually had a real smile on his face.

“Yeah. Best yet,” he repeated, out of breath.

I wrapped my forearm around his throat and gently pulled back. His head and chest came up off the mattress. He turned his head and met me in a deep kiss. Like I said, he knows it makes me happy when he kisses.

We make out for a few minutes while I gyrate my cock on his ass.

I put my mouth next to his ear. “You’re moving in.”

“Huh?” he grunted.

“Get packed up. You’re moving in this weekend.”

“But…I can’t just move out. I have a lease and…”

“I said, you’re moving in. I don’t want to hear any excuses. I’ll take care of your lease.”

He was quiet.

I kissed him behind his ear. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“Well, yeah…I mean, moving in is kind of…”

“Gay?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. I guess. I dunno.”

I released him and he lay his face sideways on the mattress, looking up to me.

“Call it what you want. You’re moving in. I can fuck you every day and every night. Don’t tell me that doesn’t turn you on. Trust me, I know what’s best for you and what’s best for you is to have me fuck that tight ass whenever I want. No more texting and sneaking around. We’ll sell your stuff that you don’t need. You won’t need much anyway. I have all you need.”

“Dude, I’m dating a girl from work. I can’t move in just so you can fuck me whenever you want.”

“You can and I will.”

“No, I can’t,” he pleaded.

“What did you just say to me?” I sat up and placed my forearm on the back of his neck and pushed down.

“I’m sorry, dude! I didn’t mean it,” he whimpered.

“Never tell me no. You know better.”

“Ok, I know. I’m sorry.”

I released the pressure and lay down beside him.

“Babe, I don’t care if you are fucking married to her. You’re moving in and that’s it. No more bitching about it.”

He was again, quiet. I could see the wheels turning inside his head. He was overwhelmed.

I reached down to his upturned ass. I ran my finger down through his ass cheeks and found his cum-filled hole. I slowly pushed a finger in.

He tensed up and did a sharp inhale. I wiggled my finger around. His ass started to squirm. I hooked my finger and found his prostate. I played with it. He was going crazy, moaning and groaning, moving his ass around.

“Oh my fucking god,” he sighed.

“You’re going to get this every day. You’re never going to regret living with me. I know you and you know what I want. This ass is mine and always will be. Got it?” I slowly pull out my finger.

I wipe my cum off my finger on to his lips. He licks it off his lips and swallows.

“Good boy,” I say as I run my fingers through his hair.

I’m willing to give up pussy if I know I can have that ass whenever I want. I think he is willing to give it up too, he just doesn’t fully know it yet.

“Let’s get you packed up and this weekend we’ll move everything in to my place.”

He knew there was no arguing.

“Ok. I’ll get some boxes.”

This time he initiated a deep kiss.