Having My Way

[tantiboh]

Chapter I

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I lean back in the chair, the 3 AM glow of the monitor gleaming against my skin as I look down my body. A fucking hot story. Too cerebral for my taste until it clicked ten chapters or so back that I know the people. Well, a couple of them. I made the connection and couldn't stop reading. Three hours and two loads later I slump sated and tired in my chair but resisting the urge to sleep. Should I drop in a comment? He practically begged for them. Nah, I got what I needed. Thanks for the story sucker.

I stand and stretch, the dried cum crackling as the skin distorts underneath. So they're gay. Well, not gay, but they have sex with guys. Well, used to, according to the story. The story could be bullshit, right? Maybe not; I know "Trevor" and I know "Jason" and they are freakishly close friends and they do look as advertised. And to think I've been wrestling with them all fucking year and I didn't have a clue. I must be slipping.

Trevor's not really my type. Too much of a beefcake. I'd do him, but I'm more interested in Jason. There's a fine little fucker. I'd love to shove my cock in that hard little ass of his. I wonder if he still does that? The story said he's over it. Well, I'll find out Monday. I drag the covers across my body and close my eyes, tickling my scrotum hairs with my fingertips as I picture his dick in my face.

***

My eyes creak open. Saturday morning. I glance at the clock. Make that afternoon. I smile at the realization that the pool boy's scheduled for today. Pool boy? Pool man. Not that I'd mind a boy. A hot muscleboy like Jason. He's a year older than me! Boy-ish, then.

I crawl out of bed and pull on the robe. I love how the velour feels against my cockhead. I press the intercom. "Jacob?"

A moment while the butler responds. "Yes, sir?"

"I'm coming down. I'd like a bowl of granola."

"Yes, sir."

I wander into the bathroom and open the robe, aiming into the toilet, watching as my Little Friend performs his less interesting duty. I smile. My best feature, among several. Nine inches hard, seven around, ramrod straight, masterfully circumcised. It's a work of art. A fucking work of art; I smile at the wordplay.

More than twice is playing with yourself. I shake eight or ten times with a smirk then close the robe and flush. Meandering, I mosey down the long hallway and around the curving sweep of the stairs. Jacob's always good help; the bowl rests filled and ready at my usual breakfast spot in the kitchen. He walks by politely. "Your mother and stepfather called to say that they have decided to stay until tomorrow. They'll return in the afternoon."

I shrug and take a bite. Doesn't matter to me. Home, abroad, I never see them anyway. "Let me know when the pool boy arrives."

Jacob lifts an eyebrow disapprovingly as he turns away. "Yes, sir."

I'm acquainted with the pool maintenance company owner. I grease his palm each time I get one of his employees to let me fuck them in the ass. In return he assigns the best looking guys he's got to this route. I let him know when I'm tired or I want a new challenge and he makes new assignments. It's worked great since my stepfather built me the pool for my sixteenth birthday. Ten for ten, so far. Some of them took a few months to wear down. Today I'll meet number eleven.

If I have a marketable skill it's that I can get people to do what I want, either through persuasion or manipulation. What I want the pool boys to do is bend over and take my cock. If they're ten years older than me and twice my size and homophobic and married with three kids then it's just that much more fun. Just as long as they're hot.

My mother and stepfather have known I was gay since I told them when I was fourteen. Mom was actually happy; evidently it's considered chic in her social circles to have a gay son. My stepfather shrugged and told me as long as I didn't tarnish his reputation I could do anything I wanted. So I started bringing boys home; I've lost count over the years.

I scoop the last bite of granola and stand. Maybe a couple of hours of porn to get me in the mood while I wait for the pool boy.

***

"Sir, the help has arrived to clean the pool," Jacob announces in the intercom.

I pause the video and stand from my computer. I grip my cock with both hands and give it a final squeeze and wipe the lubricant from my palms onto the hand towel. Opening the bureau, I select some baggy blue trunks and opaque wrap-around sunglasses. I glance at the mirror and run my fingers over my buzz-cut as my boner fades. Yep, suitably straight-looking. It's important to not scare these guys off by coming out flaming. Gotta be subtle.

***

Whew, he's a hunk. Mid-twenties, lean and muscular, arms corded and flexing in his sleeveless T as he works at the edge of the pool. "Hey."

He looks over. "Hello."

"I haven't seen you around. You just get assigned here?"

"Yeah." I set the snack on the glass table and stretch, the sun beating on my chest as I sniff the muggy chlorine-tinged breeze. I look at the pool boy and note the details. No ring. Too bad. Clean-cut, swarthy, tall, no tattoos or piercings visible, kinda dumb looking. Just my type. His boss came through for me again. "It's a nice place," he says.

"Don't blame me," I laugh disarmingly. "It's my stepdad's. I just live here." Down to earth. Yeah, sure, that's me. "Still, it's pretty cool. I get to use nice things, eat fancy food, you know." The pool boy nods. "Like, have you ever tried caviar?"

He looks over, curious. "No."

"Here, have some." I smear a cracker and hand it to him as he steps closer. He bites it experimentally. "You like it?"

"Not bad. Not what I expected."

"It's the good stuff. That's a five dollar cracker," I smile as his eyes widen. "Want another?"

"No, thanks..."

"Aw, come on! I'm not paying for it." I smear another cracker and offer it. He flashes a half-smile and accepts it. Oh, this guy's gonna be easy. "So, you paid by the hour or the job?" I already know the answer.

"Hour."

I grin. "Then have a seat, have some more. Dad can afford it." He laughs and sits uneasily on the pool chair, slipping the second cracker into his mouth.

We bullshit for a while. Jacob brings out more caviar and the wine I’d asked for and throws me another disapproving glower. I smile and sip. The pool boy drinks until his laugh loosens and his grin grows goofy. "So how do you like your job?" I eventually ask.

He shrugs. "It's alright. Pays the bills."

"I hear pool boys get a lot of ass."

He grins. "Yeah, that's true. I get laid a couple of times a week. You know those horny housewives." He laughs.

I chuckle with him, humoring him. "Or those horny husbands," I say jokingly.

The pool boy laughs again, uncomfortably. "Fuck that, I don't go for that."

"You ever been asked?"

"By a guy? Naw. I think a couple of them want it but that's it."

"I always thought head would feel better from a guy."

The pool boy's face scrunches in disgust. "Why?"

It's an old saw but it works. "Well, a guy knows what feels good, right?" He shakes his head. "Let's try it."

The pool boy stares at me, confused at my nonchalance. "What?"

"I wanna see if it's true. Suck my dick." I pause as he stares. "I'll give you a big tip."

He stands, a little unsteady. "No fuckin' way."

"Well, let me suck yours then. I just wanna see."

He hesitates. "Do I still get the big tip?"

Score. Works every time. I'll give him both the tip and the shaft. "Sure." I motion him closer.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He steps near and I grip the waistband of his shorts. I yank everything down to his knees. He grunts in embarrassment and I tackle his cock before he can protest. "Holy shit..."

I'm a master. The only thing I love more than fucking is sucking cock. I love the fleshy taste, the smell of sweat, I love looking up and watching the look of amazement as he realizes in surprise how good it feels, how much he likes it, and how fucking good I am at it. If there were a zen program for sucking cock I'd be a goddamned guru. It’s probably another marketable skill.

In moments the pool boy's hard. His hand finds the back of my head as he moans. "God, that's good."

"Better than a girl?" I latch back on.

"Yeah," he admits. I slide my hand between his thighs. He tenses as I press my knuckle into his crack. I wrap my other arm around his ass and hold him close, pulling out a couple of my best tricks to keep him hooked. He groans as he realizes that it feels too good to quit and I rub my fingertip against his asshole. "What're you doing?"

"Just trying stuff out. How's it feel?"

The pool boy pauses as I press in to the first knuckle and wiggle. Before he can answer I engulf his cock to the pubes with a throaty scrape and push my finger a little farther, feeling the fleshy resistance of the inner sphincter. He groans and his knees buckle a little.

This part's always tricky. Push too slow and they have time to think about it. Push too fast and they get freaked out. It's different for everybody. Sensing the balance is where I'm so fucking talented. My gut tells me this one will get there fast, but he wants to make the choice. Alright, I'll give him a choice. I press my finger harder and his body tenses; he growls and reaches down and pushes my hand away. "That hurts."

"Sorry, I've never done it before. Did it feel good?"

The pool boy shrugs. "It was alright." Ha. It was better than alright. He's hiding it but he's fascinated.

"Maybe if I use some lube it'll be better?"

"I don't know..."

"I mean, it's alright if you don't like it. I'm just trying stuff out. We can stop."

He pauses, considering. "No, it might be alright with some lube."

"You're the boss." He's made the choice. He's satisfied. Now he's mine. I open a steel box I keep under the table and pull out a tube of KY. I dispense it on my finger and reach between his legs again; I suck his cock and work my finger to the hilt. The pool boy groans. I pull off his dick. "You alright?" He grabs my head and shoves his cock back into my mouth. Perfect. He can't stop now even if he wants to. I work in a second finger.

His body's tensing. He's going to cum soon and that's not what I want. I 'screw up' - I nick his shaft with my top teeth. He grunts and I pull off. "Sorry." He tugs me back on, but he's out of the zone. Good. I bury both fingers and deep throat him; the mild aroma of his precum wafts through the back of my throat.

A few minutes tick by as I finger-fuck him and suck and jack his cock. He coos and grunts and sighs. His hips thrust gently and his rock-hard cockhead scrapes the back of my mouth. "So how's it feel with my fingers up there?"

"Feels good."

"My mouth's tired." I stand. "Sit here." I guide him to the chair and he reclines. I tug at his shorts and briefs until I get them off his shoes. I drop my shorts; his eyes widen a little when he sees my big cock. I love that reaction.

I straddle the chair and spread the pool boy's legs wide, squirting a little more lube. I watch his face; his eyes roll back as my fingers slide deep and I wiggle them around. I grip his cock and stroke it, sliding the skin up over the ridge of the head.

I pull my fingers from his ass and jack him off until his eyes close. I reach into the steel box and grab a condom; I always keep some unwrapped. I roll it over my nearly-hard shaft with one hand and squirt lube; I never lose a beat on the pool boy's cock and he doesn't notice. I slip my fingers back into his asshole as he grunts. "There's one more thing I want to try," I say.

"What?"

"I wanna put my dick in you." Give him the choice; he'll bite.

"No way." I tackle the head of his cock like a ketchup bottle; his eyes roll back.

"Just the tip. I'll stop if you tell me to. I just want you to tell me if it feels good."

He looks at me warily. "Just the tip?"

These dumb guys are too easy. He's probably a little curious, too. I nod soberly. "That's it."

"Alright. I want that big tip though."

I smile disarmingly. "You'll get it." I sidle closer and wedge my cock against his asshole. I grip his thighs so he can't pull away and I slip the head in, pressing past the resistance and burying six inches before he can protest.

"Fuck! You just said just the tip!"

"Dude, that -is- just the tip. You alright?"

"Fuck that hurts." His cock's going soft. I grip it and stroke while his body slowly relaxes. In a few moments, I thrust shallowly, just pressing and pulling, not enough to slide in or out, just enough to tickle his asshole. The pool boy's face reddens, his teeth clench, but his cock springs back to life in my hand. "Fuck..." he groans.

"Can you handle it?" I ask with a touch of challenge.

He throws me a defiant smirk. "Yeah, I can handle it."

The man whimpers for the next few minutes as I expertly exploit him. I jack him slowly; I fuck him gently as the redness in his face fades and his jaw relaxes; I increase the speed and the depth slowly, like boiling a frog. "Does it feel good?"

"Shut the fuck up." Which means, yes, don't stop, but I'm sure as hell not going to admit it to you. I smile and bury my cock to the hilt. The pool boy groans and gasps. I grip his thighs and fuck him harder, long, deep strokes, six or seven inches of plunging with each thrust. His eyes roll back; his hand finds his cock and works in a blur. His breath wheezes in a choke as his body tightens and his cum sprays all over the front of his sleeveless T. My head spins as I watch. One more man initiated into my world.

I slow as he moans; I carefully withdraw my cock. I don't need to cum. I got what I needed out of this guy. I'll rub a couple out later when I watch the surveillance tape. I stand and grab my trunks. "What about my tip?" the pool boy asks as I turn away.

"What're you talking about? You ate like a hundred bucks of caviar. Besides," I say, smirking as I grab my cock, "you already got the tip -and- the shaft. You can have more next week. If you're still on the route by then." I might keep him around a few more weeks. It’ll be fun to see how far he goes. I turn and head into the house.

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This story is a four-part sequel to Trevor’s Year. The next chapter starts introducing a couple of characters that we already know from that story, so you might consider reading Trevor’s Year if you want some familiarity with those characters.

This first chapter is fiction based on the character’s personality and an off-handed comment he made to me about his predilection for seducing his pool boys. The remaining three chapters are true with mild artistic license.

I’m unable to work on this story regularly, so I can’t make any promises as to the release schedule. I’ll post them as quickly as I can manage.

If you like my writing style, you might consider the other stories I’ve posted:

“Hotter than anything I’ve ever done”
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=115892
My first publicly-posted story. A couple of wild weekends.

"Trevor's Year"
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=226614
My most ambitious project. A story of self discovery - with a lot of wild sex thrown in along the way.

"A Custom Story"
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=249790
Fiction. A short one-off for a member who, um, "inspired" me.

"Two Private Fantasies"
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=243100
Fiction. An experimental collaboration with HardReader.

As with all the other authors here, I thrive on feedback and I look forward to reading your comments, both on this thread and on the others. Also, if you like the story, please consider giving it a rating.

 

[mmoay020]

now that's talent

 

[Autolycus]

Great to see you are on the story telling trail again!

 

[lonnie1]

I really enjoyed your story and am going to read some of your older material. I like the way you set a story and get into the meat of it right away.

 

[tantiboh]

Nice job man. I hope you'll keep writing.

Thanks, NothingtoSay. That's the plan!

now that's talent

You have no idea. Wait until chapter 4. The kid's a savant at this. I'm afraid people are going to call 'bullshit' when they read it.

Great to see you are on the story telling trail again!

Thanks, Autolycus!

I really enjoyed your story and am going to read some of your older material. I like the way you set a story and get into the meat of it right away.

I appreciate that, lonnie. I hope you enjoy the other threads!

 

[DonQuixote]

Tantiboh,
Great, as usual. VERY fulfilling - like the Pizza I had for dinner.
I get so wrapped up trying to stay current on some of the threads I've been following that are in my "subscriptions, I don't get out to the general thread often enough to see new material - particularly from old friends.

Well, I have been a bit busy staying current and work plus the special edit - but what better way to preface this thread than re-reading Trevor! It was a great re-read.

Thanks, again.

 

[flashgordon85]

Fantastic !

 

[Thrasher12]

Got me hard, horny and cumming

Can't wait for part II

 

[thermodynamics]

Can't wait for the rest of 'em!

 

[Bodhi1]

I enjoyed that!!! Great writing!

I wish it were that easy for me to seduce & fuck a straight guy ... sigh ...

 

[tantiboh]

First of all, I apologize for the long delay. Economic circumstances have taken their toll, and I'm finding myself working some pretty long hours to keep our heads above water. We'll be fine (it's not the first time money's been tight), but the price is that I don't have much time to dedicate to this little project, particularly at the level of quality I expect. So, I can't promise when the last two installments will arrive.

In any case, thank you for your encouragement, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Tantiboh,
Great, as usual. VERY fulfilling - like the Pizza I had for dinner.
I get so wrapped up trying to stay current on some of the threads I've been following that are in my "subscriptions, I don't get out to the general thread often enough to see new material - particularly from old friends.

Well, I have been a bit busy staying current and work plus the special edit - but what better way to preface this thread than re-reading Trevor! It was a great re-read.

Thanks, again.

Thank you, Don.

Fantastic !

Thanks, flash!

Got me hard, horny and cumming

Can't wait for part II

Always happy to help, Thrasher!

Can't wait for the rest of 'em!

Thank you, thermodynamics. Good to see you again!

I enjoyed that!!! Great writing!

I wish it were that easy for me to seduce & fuck a straight guy ... sigh ...

I'm right there with you. This kid's a genius at it (not that he's always so successful as portrayed in the story). It's part of why the story intrigued me so much. Thanks, Bodhi!

 

[tantiboh]

Chapter II

***​

Coach likes to switch it up. Sometimes he divides the team into four random groups. He ignores weight classes. He has this idea it teaches the bigger guys to be quicker and the smaller guys to be fearless. Might work, I don't know. As luck would have it, today I'm grouped with Jason; we're all taking turns pairing off, practicing, refining technique, blah blah blah.

Jason moves forward to take his turn. I look over at the guy who's up. "I wanna take this one." He shrugs and I step in. We take our positions, me on top. I lean toward his ear. "How's it going... 'Jason'." I call him by his name in the story.

I grin as Jason's tight little body tenses in surprise and Coach blows the whistle. He's like lead; I whip around, leverage him over, and pin him before he can react. "What did you call me?" Good, no mistaken identity. He's the right guy.

"What the hell was that??" Coach bellows. "Jason, pull your head out of your ass. Try again."

Jason reddens in embarrassment. I retake my place over him. I whisper again: "How long since you took a fat nine-incher?" Coach blows the whistle. Jason's ready this time; damn this fucker is fast. He spins and almost gets me. I leverage my weight advantage and break free just in time.

We grapple for a few seconds, probing for weakness, determination in his eyes - he has something to prove now. He slides under my reach and pulls me over. I smile a little - it was a good move, he's got me. In a flash, my shoulders hit the mat and he has me pinned. Coach blows the whistle. "Better," Coach says. "Just remember you can't do that with a little guy."

Jason offers a hand and pulls me to my feet. I wrap my arm across his shoulder and mumble, "That's 'cause a 'little' guy ain't as satisfying." Jason grins and shakes his head, embarrassed. I chuckle; I've never seen him embarrassed.

I take position roughly across from him; I let him catch me watching him like a wolf. Evidently, I've got him worked up; he keeps surreptitiously adjusting his cup.

***

I watch from the side as Jason exits the locker room; he doesn't notice me. I fall in step behind him and clamp a hand to his shoulder. I meet his startled gaze with a friendly smile. "Sorry about that back there. I got a little carried away."

Jason grins. "It's all good." Always the cool cat. Well, almost always.

I pull him to the side as we exit the school, two old buds chatting as far as the world knows. "I meant it though." My instinct says this guy wants to be played straight.

He replies softly, eyes calm. "So you're gay?" I nod. "I didn't know that."

I shrug. "Everybody knew back in high school. I climbed back into the closet when I started here."

"Why?"

I grin. "More fun to keep people guessing." I pause. "So you really are 'Jason' in that story."

His face flushes, bright red in the full evening sun. "Yeah."

"Well, it was really good." I smile. "Especially since I could imagine you taking all those cocks." He flushes redder. I laugh in spite of myself. "You still do that?"

Jason shakes his head. "Not really, I kinda got over it like six months ago." He pauses. "I mean, I might still like it, I'm just not, you know..."

"That's cool. So, I wasn't lying about being hung. Wanna come over to my place?"

Jason's brow wrinkles in surprise. "Right now?"

"Yeah, live a little! We'll take my car."

Jason gives me a lopsided grin as he pulls out his phone. "Alright. Lemme call my parents."

***

"Holy shit," Jason mutters. "That's where you live?"

I guess it is a pretty impressive sight. Hedges, white columns, granite fountains. "Yeah, since I was little."

"Well why the hell aren't you at some Ivy League school?"

"Why would I want to live in some shitty dorm? It's the good life, man!" I park the car. "Besides, you know Jeff?"

"Yeah?" Of course he knows Jeff. They've been teammates for a year and a half.

"Well, our two schools had a combined wrestling team. I've wanted to fuck him since back when he was a senior and I was a junior. I followed him."

Jason laughs. He's loosening up. Good. "Dude, he's all over the ladies. He's sure as hell not gonna let you fuck him."

I shrug and open the door. "We'll see." I lead Jason through the broad door and the foyer. "Like something to drink?"

"Coke?"

We stroll into the kitchen. Aw, damn, Mom's here. "Hi, Mom."

Trussed up in her usual ostentatious garb. Damn, that woman embarrasses me. "Hello, dahling!" Oh, gawd... I reach into the fridge for the soft drink. "Who is this? Another little 'friend'?" She gives him a knowing wink.

Damn it. And what's infuriating is that she's right. I sure as fuck can't give her the satisfaction. "No, Mom," I sneer. "He's my tutor, alright? I'm having trouble in Math."

"Oh," she smiles. "Your 'tutor.' Well, see if you can't teach him something in exchange, hmmm?"

I hand Jason the Coke and lead him up the stairs. He catches my eye with a sardonic grin. "Your mom seems nice."

"Pretentious meddling bitch is more like it," I mutter.

"Woah." I ignore him. We open the door into my room and enter. I close it behind.

The maid has been through; the covers drape neatly across the mattress, the dirty clothes have vanished, as has the half-eaten sandwich. Jason steps forward, his eye drawn by the dozen posters of nude men tacked to the wall. I have a thing for well-formed shoulders and arms and each is a prime specimen. It's why I joined wrestling - a good excuse to see some and develop some of my very own. Jason laughs. "I hang chicks in bikinis in my room. Guess you really are gay."

"Yeah, I just never liked girls." I pause. He needs a chance to validate himself. "I mean, I know you like them..."

"Yeah, I mean if you read the story you know I'm straight. I just like how it feels, you know."

I shrug. "That's cool. I won't get all weird and shit on you." I smile. "Well, maybe a little weird but I promise you'll like it."

Jason laughs. Damn he's hot. I love that boyish grin and the way his black hair frames his face. I step closer. "Lemme get a look at you." He lifts his arms as I tug his shirt off over his head. I grip his bicep and he flexes; I lean closer and kiss his hard, corded shoulder, moving to his arm. I slide to his armpit and breathe deep; delicious, a musky, clean, shower-fresh aroma with a touch of new sweat. I wander to his nipple; he sighs as I suckle.

I grab his wrist and move his hand to my cock. He rubs it through the denim as it inflates. I lift my shirt over my head and toss it away and look him in the eye. "You too straight to make out with a dude?"

Jason grins. "Not the ones with big dicks." I slide my fingers into his black hair and grip, taking control as our lips meet. I push him back and lie full on his body, grinding my cock against his as we kiss deep. His hands find my back as he thrusts his hips.

I work down, worshipping his beautiful body, picking at his waistband. Standing, I strip his remaining clothes and kneel between his knees, gripping his cock. Average in size, gracefully curved. Clean and tidy. I let him see me admire it. "Beautiful cock," I sigh. Build him up. Make him feel manly. He smiles and I tease his dick, licking the shaft, flicking across the tip and the glans. He whimpers a little; he probably doesn't even realize it. I bury my nose next to his balls and breath deep, savoring the aroma. He moans approvingly as I clamp my lips around a testicle, then the other. I tickle behind his balls with my tongue then slide it up across his sack and up the length of his cock, engulfing the head and burying my nose into his pubes as it twitches against the back of my throat. I glance at his face - a mask of pleasure. I pull off, slowly. "You like it?"

"Yeah," he smiles. "I'd almost forgotten."

"Top drawer. Get me the lube and we'll get you loosened up." He reaches back and fumbles at the chest. He hands me the tube; I squirt it into my fingers and lift his legs, prodding at his twitching asshole. I slip a fingertip in. It's tight and warm and moist. That tuft of black hair, glistening with lube, inviting.

My cock aches for release. I stand and strip; Jason's eyes widen when he sees my hard-on and he grins at me. Damn, I love that.

Scrambling onto the bed, I rest my body crossways from his, sucking his cock as I wrap an arm under his ass, slipping my finger back into his hole. Minutes pass as I suck and finger-fuck him, working in a second and a third as he groans his delight.

I break from his cock a moment, glancing at him. "So did you ever get around to trying fisting?"

Jason laughs. What a cute laugh. "You know all this shit about me and I don't know anything about you."

I grin. "Not quite fair, is it?"

"I did get fisted a couple of times. I kind of liked it. I wasn't crazy about it, you know. Just sort of something fun to try."

"You wanna try it again?" I don't fist many guys, just the ones I'm really hot for. Jason qualifies.

He winces. "I'd have to work back up to it. I wouldn't be able to take it tonight."

"Cool. You ready to get fucked?"

He flashes his boyish grin. "Oh, yeah."

I retrieve a condom from the chest and apply it, sliding lube over the surface. I move Jason higher on the bed and kneel as he spreads his legs invitingly. I wedge my cockhead against his asshole and watch his eyes as I press; his asshole loosens as he pushes against my cock - it's been a while since I fucked a guy who really knew how to take it - and I bury half my shaft into his body. He groans and his legs twitch. "Fuck, yeah," he breaths. "Deeper."

I press slowly, watching for the telltale flinch that is the curse of a big cock. Another inch, two, three. I smile as my hips press against his thighs at the same moment my cockhead hits the wall and Jason grunts. I'm impressed - most little guys can't take this much. Hell, most big guys can't take this much. "You alright?"

"Oh yeah. God, I love it deep like that." He fondles his half-hard cock and smiles. "Your dick's so perfect." Damn, that's nice to hear. So many guys beg me to take it easy. I pull out an inch and push back in, hard, testing Jason's tolerance as my cock grinds into his rectal wall. His eyes roll back.

This is gonna be a great fuck.

I set a moderate pace to start, long, deep strokes. Jason's body tenses as the pleasure washes through his frame. His asshole milks my shaft, gripping tight as my cockhead scrapes and pummels. His body bulges and pulses in all the right places as his shoulders tense and his abs flex. His hands grip the sheets and his eyes squeeze tight as the tip of his rock-hard cock glistens with pre-cum.

He may not be gay; he may not be willing to suck my dick or fuck me in return, but I have never fucked a guy who plainly loved me up his asshole so much. We're a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle - my cock just large enough to hit him in all the right spots, his ass just tight and deep enough to take my shaft to the last inch.

I lean forward, folding Jason in half as I brace against the mattress. Our eyes dive deep into each other as I fuck him hard, my hips slamming into his ass, his pinned body shaking with pleasure at the punishment. We mumble to each other - filthy, dirty talk. "You like it?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"You like my big cock in your tight asshole, bitch?"

"Yeah, I love it. Fuck me hard, motherfucker."

"Yeah, you nasty little slut. Take that cock like a good little cunt."

"Fuck my ass, you motherfuckin' faggot. Fuck me like I wanna fuck your mom!"

Dirty bastard! I tear into him anew, the bed shaking as sweat beads across my chest and brow. Jason's eyes roll into the back of his head and his fists clench the sheets. It's been a long time since someone could wear me out fucking, but this boy's managed it. My rhythm falters and I pull back, sitting on my calves as my chest heaves.

Jason doesn't wait. He clambers up and pulls me off the bed, gripping the high-backed chair and turning it to face the full-length mirror on the closet door. He pushes me back into it and turns, straddling my thighs. I peer around his body into his eyes as he positions his asshole against my cock; I watch as they roll back and he groans and every inch of my shaft disappears behind his ballsack. Jason's abs flex so deliciously as his hips thrust, slashing my cockhead around deep in his body as his hard dick stabs into the air. He rides, impaling himself on me as I press my waist up to meet him, glancing at himself in the mirror, eyes drawn to the sight of my big shaft sliding up into his ass. My hand slips across his thigh and grips his cock and I milk the precum and smear it over the head. Jason stops a moment; the tube of lubricant stands within reach and he drizzles it across my thumb and forefinger into a sloppy mess that flows down his balls and adds to the churn oozing around my cock. I jack him as he reestablishes the pace.

A beautiful body, that tight, beautiful hole swallowing my thick cock again and again. My spare hand grasps his pulsating abs, feeling them flex and relax with each plunge. I move the hand to his balls, cupping them, tickling his asshole, my shaft sliding against my fingertips. Jason gasps as I get a mouthful of lat and wedge my middle finger into his body, pressing mercilessly as he groans; Jason slides forward a little, angling my cock until it hits the perfect spot. I add my index finger, stretching his ass open as I grip him. The pitch of his voice changes and I glance at his face in the mirror as it strains to the breaking point with that glorious mix of pain and pleasure, his cock swelling in my fingers in those final moments as the explosion builds and my own cock flares into life as I tap into his rapture. His cock spews, cum flying straight into the air as I jack him, my cock bursting inside his ass with white-hot fire, our bodies shaking together as we choke down the bitter passion of shared pleasure and we gasp for air as the fire winks out.

Jason falls onto my body, his asshole swallowing my tender cock whole as his back adheres to my chest. He slides a forearm back and around my head and relaxes, eyes closing as I wrap my arms across his torso and nibble on his bicep.

That was a great fuck.

 

[Bodhi1]

Wow! Was it ever!!!

 

[62624rd]

wow!!!!

 

[DonQuixote]

Querido Tantiboh,
Multi Gratzie.
It's SOoooo Great to have you back for an update!

I oh so wish I were a lot younger and closer to Abi & Jason's haunts for JC.

If I wasn't in a public place, I'd be taking care of business right now.

You just keep getting better!

I hope things are going a bit better for you on the economic front. I've thought about you guys, frequently.

Take Care.

 

[gaytxn09]

So I'm really wondering what parts III and IV are. Parts I and II are great. Thanks. Hehe.

 

[hardreader]

Somehow I missed the fact that you had started a new -- or should I call it "renewed" -- mini project. You know I'm a huge and messy fan of yours. So when I saw a new story by tantiboh, I was up for it immediately. When I realized two of my favorite wrestlers were going to star in this latest semi-true project, I was . . . Well, suffice it to say I was very excited.

Then I read parts 1 & 2. What can I say? Classic tantiboh. With predictable results at my end, if you know what I mean.

I am so looking forward to the next two installments and thrilled that an author of such talent and consistency has returned to JUB.

 

[tantiboh]

I knew when you came back it was going to be with a bang. You had me hard the whole time. Great to have you back Tantiboh.

I read these two chapters again and they still get me going. Come on guys if you enjoy these chapter post a quick comment.

I'm glad you like them, NothingtoSay. And thanks for the pep talk!

Wow! Was it ever!!!

Thanks, Bodhi!

wow!!!!

Thank you, rd!

Querido Tantiboh,
Multi Gratzie.
It's SOoooo Great to have you back for an update!

I oh so wish I were a lot younger and closer to Abi & Jason's haunts for JC.

If I wasn't in a public place, I'd be taking care of business right now.

You just keep getting better!

I hope things are going a bit better for you on the economic front. I've thought about you guys, frequently.

Take Care.

Thank you, Don. We are doing fine economically. We're busy, but it's good.

So I'm really wondering what parts III and IV are. Parts I and II are great. Thanks. Hehe.

Thank you, gaytxn! Part III is coming right up.

Somehow I missed the fact that you had started a new -- or should I call it "renewed" -- mini project. You know I'm a huge and messy fan of yours. So when I saw a new story by tantiboh, I was up for it immediately. When I realized two of my favorite wrestlers were going to star in this latest semi-true project, I was . . . Well, suffice it to say I was very excited.

Then I read parts 1 & 2. What can I say? Classic tantiboh. With predictable results at my end, if you know what I mean.

I am so looking forward to the next two installments and thrilled that an author of such talent and consistency has returned to JUB.

Good to have you here, HR! I'm actually struggling with part IV, 'cause it's damn near unbelievable. If I didn't know the source, I wouldn't believe it myself. In any case, I'm hoping to wrap this up by New Year's.

In the meantime, enjoy!

 

[tantiboh]

Chapter III

***​

"You have a visitor, sir," Jacob explains through the intercom.

"I'll be right down." I reach for a shirt. We'd fucked every day since Monday: twice in the infamous locker room closet - the Chinese janitor had been none too pleased that the room was being used that way again - once in my car, top down, broad daylight in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse, and last night we'd snuck into the school swimming pool and fucked underwater, though we'd had to finish off by jacking together in the shower. He wouldn’t even give me a handjob, which was disappointing. Ah, well, he’s fun to look at. One if these days I’d like to tie him down and marathon-fuck him for six or eight hours. Been a while since I found someone who would like that. See if I can’t get a couple of hands-free loads out of him.

Jason had made arrangements to get with Trevor today. Why? "'Cause he's my friend and this is fun. We have fun together." Alright, whatever. He's such a fantastic fuck I gotta keep him happy.

I meet him in the parlor. "Ready?"

"Let's go." He leads me to his car - kind of a heap, but then I'm not easy to please in that department. He pulls around the fountain and guides the car down the driveway, white limestone chips crunching under the tires.

***

Trevor answers the door. He and Jason give each other a quick man-hug. It’s a bit awkward seeing that, knowing what I know about them. “You hungry? Alan says there’s plenty.”

“Alan’s cooking? Awesome.” Jason glances at me as we follow his friend over the linoleum. “I think the guy was a chef in a past life.” I grunt. I don’t want dinner. I just wanna shove my cock in an asshole. Ah, well, roll with the punches.

It actually does smell really good. A man turns from the stove. “Hey.” Jason introduces us. “I’d shake your hand,” Alan says, holding his palm up demonstrably. “Salmonella fingers.” Our eyes meet; he locks them into place for a moment. I feel like he can see right through me. I don’t like it.

He turns back toward the counter and resumes dissecting a chicken breast as Trevor slides his arm around a young woman’s shoulders. “This is Julie.” She gives a surprisingly firm handshake. She’s strikingly pretty – no makeup, no fake nails, unpretentious. Still, not my type. No dick.

I lean in toward Jason's ear. "I thought we were gonna have fun."

"We are," he whispers back. "Trevor doesn't do it with anybody unless she's there."

Uh, okay. So this chick likes watching her guy diddle another dude up the butt. I shrug. Different strokes. I've never fucked for a female audience, why not?

Another man walks into the kitchen and steps to the laptop on the breakfast bar; he clicks something and a video pops up of him stepping into a room, looking at the camera, and stepping back out. “I think you fixed it, babe.” Oh, must be ‘Paul.’

“Great.” Alan dumps a mixing bowl of sliced chicken breast into a large pan; the sizzle fills the room with the aroma of spices. I do enjoy Indian food.

“What’s fixed?” Trevor asks.

“The new camera wasn’t recording,” Paul explains, taking the seat next to me. “Alan says it was a bug in the code.” Trevor shrugs. I don’t know what he’s talking about either. Paul turns to me and offers his hand in introduction; I take it.

***

Paul leans back. “Great dinner, babe,” he says. It was pretty good. ‘Mango chicken curry,’ Alan had called it. Something he’d found online, he’d said. Everyone grunts their agreement and Jason stands, heading toward the bathroom.

“You always screw better after a good meal,” Alan replies. I can’t tell if he’s joking. Why can’t I read him? Paul and Trevor chuckle, so it must have been a joke. I flash a belated grin, pretending to get it. My eyes meet Julie’s; she doesn’t get it either.

“Let’s clean this up later.” Paul stands. “I’ve got a birthday present for you.” Oh yeah, the story talked about that. I guess I know what they’ll be up to. They step from the room, Paul’s arm around Alan’s waist. I watch a moment, wistful. A real relationship… Pah. Who needs it?

“I can never tell when he’s serious,” Julie remarks.

Trevor laughs. “It takes a while.”

Trevor offers sodas as we stand and move into the living room where all that sex happened that I read about. Somehow I'd pictured it bigger. Jason joins us and we get to small talking for a while. Julie's pretty funny, kind of wild like Jason. I guess Trevor's got a type. Jason and I get into a side conversation. Eventually we glance back at the wet sound of kissing and watch as Trevor and Julie make out. Pity to see all that perfectly good beef going to waste. Jason's interested, though, so I don't interfere.

Julie pulls off Trevor's shirt and licks his abs. Girls don't usually bother with muscle worship, but she does. At least she knows how to build him up, anyway. She works her way down slowly as she picks at his waistband. Trevor reaches into a nearby drawer and presses a button on a remote control. Nothing happens that I can see. Hm, my soda's empty. I crawl out of the sofa and head to the kitchen for another.

Walking back, Julie has stripped her boyfriend and kneels between his thighs, hard at work sucking his cock. Good-looking fella, but nothing I haven't seen in the showers at school. Jason has pulled his dick out of his pants and strokes it absently as he watches. Well, this is boring. I set my can on the end table and pull Jason to his feet, peeling his clothes off with authority. I push him back onto the sofa next to his friend and kneel between his legs. Time to give this chick a lesson in cocksucking.

I wrap my lips around Jason's cockhead and swirl my tongue in rings before sliding all the way to the base. Jason grunts and his fingers find the back of my head. I grip the base of his cock and bob slowly, building the heat, adjusting my pace to the changes in his breath. Trevor glances over, a little envy creeping into his expression as I work over his friend's dick. Julie's getting a bit competitive, trying enthusiasm to make up for her lack of skill. Ah, well, not her fault she can't relate - it can't be easy to know how to suck a cock if you've never had yours sucked.

"How is it?" Trevor asks Jason.

"Oh, it's fucking amazing..." I deep throat him and he finishes the sentence with a grunt and a grin.

Trevor obviously wants to try it, but doesn't want to hurt Julie's feelings. Fine, I can be the prick. "Lemme show you how a real man does that." I reach over and grab Trevor's cock out of her hand and lean across, clamping my lips over the head. Hm, girl spit. Ah, well, I've had worse things in my mouth. Trevor moans a little in spite of himself. Bored and a little piqued, Julie clambers over to Jason after a moment and I take her place between Trevor's knees; she keeps an eye on me as I work over her boyfriend, doing her best to copy on Jason. She's a pretty quick study; in minutes, both men groan under the sloppy onslaught.

"I'm so fucking horny," Jason hisses through clenched teeth; he shoves Julie back onto the carpet and works furiously at her shorts.

"Careful," Trevor protests, "That's my girl you're pushing around."

"No worries, babe," Julie grins; she pulls Jason down and they lock lips. Jason shoves his cock into her and fucks hard, like a bull in a china shop. Ay yi yi, more wasted beef. I turn back to Trevor's cock as he watches the action. In a moment, he stands and shuffles his friend out of the way muttering something about his girl and his turn.

Damn, I feel like a fifth wheel. I strip quickly, nabbing a condom from my pocket in the process. Stroking my half-hard cock, I push Jason down on his back beside Julie and kneel between his legs, unrolling the condom and slathering it with spit.

Julie finally notices my cock; her eyes widen a little. "I wanna be on top," she tells Trevor; they switch as I lift Jason's ankles to my shoulders and aim. Julie's fascinated by the sight of inch after inch of my cock disappearing into Jason's asshole. "That's so hot..." she mutters as she rides her boyfriend, fondling herself. I establish a rhythm as Jason grunts; Julie reaches across once in a while and plays with his stiff cock. I lean over, folding him in half, angling to hit that spot he loves; Jason’s eyes roll back as he groans.

Suddenly, Jason pushes me back and grips Julie’s wrist, pulling her off her boyfriend to her back. He braces over her and buries himself, draping his body on top. “Fuck me,” he commands and I shuffle into place, driving my shaft in one motion until it vanishes. He groans and lies still, letting the momentum from my thrusts power his and Julie’s fucking.

Trevor’s dick swings in from of my face, glistening. Uh, that’s a bridge too far. I grab a shirt and wipe the pussy juice from his cock. That’s better. I grab his wrist and guide his hand to the back of my head as I devour his cock. I grab his ass and guide his thrusts. His dick’s just the right size for an easy face fuck and I synchronize my strokes into his buddy’s ass as his balls smash against my chin.

Very nice. A few moments of pure fucking, no words, just grunts and smacks. Suddenly, Jason groans. “Shit, I’m gonna cum if we don’t stop.” Well, I don’t want him to cum yet. I disengage, standing over him as he gingerly untangles himself from his buddy’s girlfriend.

“Fuck that,” Trevor declares. “I’m just getting revved up.” He lies down and pulls Jason over; the little hunk slips easily onto Trevor’s cock and leans back, hands on his buddy’s knees as he rides, his swollen boner bouncing in the air. It takes me a second to realize that they didn’t bother with the rubber.

I stand awkwardly, stroking. It’s a hot sight, but I’m here to fuck not watch. Jason glances at me, his lips splitting into a half-grin at the sight of my cock. “Lube’s in the drawer.” He indicates the coffee table. “Get in there.”

Awesome. I lube up good and sloppy and kneel. I cop a mischievous feel of Trevor’s balls. He chuckles. Jason leans forward and I aim; Julie crawls around and watches closely as my cock slides into Jason’s ass next to her boyfriend’s. Jason’s a beast back here; he takes it and in seconds I grip his shoulders and establish a steady pace as he groans in that pained ecstasy.

Julie rubs his back. “How’s that big cock feel?”

“Aw, feels great.”

“I’ve never tried one that big.” She looks at me and smirks. “Think you can get him to use it on me?” I grin in spite of myself. No dick swingin’ between her legs, but she’s got balls. The other two are too into the fucking to answer. Trevor tugs at her arm, pulling her around; she straddles his face on her hands and knees. Trevor attacks her pussy; Jason tackles her asshole. “Aw, fuck…” she breaths, grinding back against their faces.

I stare at Jason’s ass as it swallows our cocks. Damn, that’s hot. This little fucker’s just hot all-around. I wanna stretch that asshole wide. “Jason, you been using that plug?” I’ve kept reminding him that I want to fist him one of these days. He keeps saying he’s not ready. I gave him my biggest buttplug last Monday to help.

“Yeah, I can almost get it in.” Julie’s ass muffles his voice.

“You ready to try?”

He hesitates, glancing back at me. “Tell you what. You can try while you fuck Julie.” The girl grins. Trevor’s brow jumps in surprise. Julie glances at him. He gives her an ‘if you wanna’ gesture.

Well, that’s an interesting proposal. I haven’t fucked a girl since I was fourteen and realized I didn’t like it. Still, I just gotta stretch that boy open. Aw, what the hell. As long as I can look at him, I guess a hole’s gonna be a hole. “Fine.”

Jason grins and pulls off Trevor and me with a grunt. Julie hands me a fresh condom; I change out while she lies back and spreads her legs. Oh dear, I didn’t wake up this morning wanting to see that. Jason rolls to all fours over her and presents his pucker. That’s better. I move into position and fixate on Jason while Julie’s fingers guide my cock; it buries into something warm. Dude, this is no asshole. More spongy. Feels weird. Ah, well. I glance at Trevor as he sits on the coffee table. “Lube.” He hands it to me and I dispense it over my fingers. Jason’s ass is already relaxed from the double-fuck, so I start with three fingers. I thrust my cock with each push into Jason’s hole; he groans and my hand transforms into a sex organ. Four fingers – I palm-fuck his ass, twisting my hand as I bury my cock. He grits his teeth and stretches wider and Trevor kneels beside their heads, his buddy and his girlfriend taking turns sucking on him.

Moments pass as I push harder. Time for the thumb. Damn, that’s tight around my hand. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” Jason breaths as I invade, my cock sparking as I fuck him with my hand.

I can’t get the ball of my hand in. Each time, he pulls away. “Fuck, I can’t do it yet,” Jason breaths. “Too big.”

Julie waves her hand in front of his face. “My hands are little.”

Well, this is an interesting turn of events. In moments, I’m fucking Julie doggy-style while Trevor holds Jason’s ankles wide in the air and Julie works her hand into his asshole, lube dribbling onto the towel she thought to slip under him. I didn’t expect to be so turned on by the sight of a chick digging into a dude’s ass, but here we are. I pick up the pace, fucking the girl while watching the boy. She moans and pushes harder. In a minute or two, the ball of her hand slips past the resistance and her wrist disappears as Jason bellows. “Push it deeper,” I urge, and half of her lithe forearm slides in; she arm-fucks Jason’s asshole slowly as he whimpers, his ever-ready cock finally limp.

Trevor’s hot and bothered as he stares down at the scene. He releases his buddy’s ankles and drops, sliding under Jason’s body, Julie’s fist wedged firmly into place. She turns to meet the new angle and I shuffle around with her, fucking her with a steady pace. I guess it’s not so bad.

Trevor pushes his bare cock up against his girlfriend’s wrist, wedging it into his buddy’s ass and slipping it into his girl’s palm. “Oh fuck,” he breaths. “Yeah, squeeze it tight babe.” Trevor thrusts deep and slow, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth open. Getting a handjob inside his buddy’s ass. Original. Jason lies still, enduring the onslaught with glazed eyes.

“Oh, shit…” Trevor groans, his body tensing in impending orgasm. Julie’s breath turns to moans as her pussy contracts around my cock and she grinds back hard. Hm, that’s interesting. I just made a chick cum. There’s a first. Trevor’s grunt grinds out into a yelp as his body bucks. “Fuck…” he squeaks as the final wave of pleasure chokes him.

Spent, Trevor’s cock slips from Jason’s ass; Julie carefully pulls out as he grunts; she wipes her hand on the towel. Jason clambers to his feet and looks at me, a glint of craze in his eye. Uh oh. He shoves me back against the base of the sofa. He kneels and claws at the condom. “Get rid of this fucking thing.” He whirls and impales himself on my bare cock. Fuck, this is the first time we’ve barebacked. I haven’t fucked bare in years. I can feel Trevor’s cum lubricating my shaft in a fine white lather as Jason rides hard, driving my cock deep until it crams against his rectal wall. That’s how he loves it, and he pulls my hand to his cock; I jack him and he leans to the side, sliding his arm behind my head, our eyes locking as he fucks me desperately. Damn, this kid’s a firecracker, completely dominant as he rides me. In moments, his eyes roll back and his jaw clenches in that way I’ve come to know and I jack hard as ropes of thick semen snake up to his abs and pile on my hand. He’s still cumming as he scoops at the loose semen and shoves it into my face, smearing it over my cheek and chin and lips, pushing it up my nose. He scrapes again and shoves it into my mouth, his fingers gagging me as they press into the back of my tongue with that distinct aroma as he grips my jaw and jerks my head around. Yep, that’ll do it; the world turns white as I cum, burying to the hilt and shooting my load against the back of his rectum; I actually feel it pool against my cockhead as my body demands the final heave.

Holy fuck. I crane my neck and lick Jason’s nipple.

***

We’d finally caught our breath, three men and a woman spent and lounging naked. Nobody had broken the silence. Finally, Trevor reaches into that drawer and presses the button. A little red light in the corner of my eye goes off; a camera high in the far end of the room. “You recorded all that?”

Trevor smirks. “Yep.” Julie and Jason don’t look surprised.

Well, it’s no different than my swiping surveillance footage after my backyard conquests. I grin. “Can I get a copy?” Trevor nods his agreement. “So, I read the story,” I blurt after an awkward silence.

“Yeah, Jason said something about that.”

I smile again. “You ever get that fantasy about fucking in front of the whole team?”

Trevor laughs. “It’ll never happen.” He gestures toward his friend. “Neither will his.”

Hm, a challenge… I lean back, thinking about it. We’ve got that tournament in a couple of weeks. My stepdad’s got connections there… “I think we could make it happen…”

That gets everybody’s attention. “I won’t do it without her,” Trevor declares after a moment.

I nod. Shouldn’t be a problem. Feminine wiles might actually be useful here - especially since gay fucking turns her on… Let’s see – a bit of manipulation, a dollop of mob mentality, a sprinkle of privacy, a bowl of peer pressure, a twist of plausible situation, a dash of alcohol and porn and horny hormones… A wicked grin spreads across my face as I begin to envision the recipe for my crowning achievement. It’ll take some planning and I’d better get started, but…

“We can so make this happen…"

 

[Audio Tech]

Wow! That was great! I almost have to catch my breath.