Hey Guys,
Sorry its been so long. Time for a different turn for me, as I normally do more of the romantic side of stuff. This one gets down to the nitty gritty right off the bat. It'll be in three installments. PLEASE let me know what you think!!
PART ONE
Wes sat on the edge of the pool, his shaggy brown hair swept back off his face, thin black speedo hugging his body as he panted from the workout. He was always the first to finish his laps, being the slimmest and most experienced swimmer between the three of them. In the lane to his right was Quinn, a lean God of a man that was continually lusted after by all the girls. Short brown hair and a body that wouldn’t quit, he was the captain of the football team when they were in college, and now was a running back on their College team. To Wes’ left was Ryan, built like a steed, with enough bulk to terrify most any guy who would dare cross him at the bar. Delegated to the “cute” category, Ryan had a harder time picking up women, but had a steady girlfriend since graduation. Wes was the only gay one between the three of them, and although he knew how deep his desire ran, he hadn’t yet admitted it to anybody. As he watched the muscled bodies of his buddies stream through the pool, he felt a familiar stirring in his speedo, and lay back to try and get his mind off his impending erection.
Suddenly, he felt a hand pull both of his legs down and back into the pool. With barely enough time to catch a breath, he was submerged, with a hand in his hair, pushing him down into the depths. He struggled up, grasping at the two powerful legs of Quinn, who held him captive. Wes opened his eyes momentarily and saw a flash of Quinn’s abs, a thin streak of light hair running down to his black speedo trunks. He swam back up to the water.
-Asshole!
-That’s what you get for beating me again, fucker.
He smiled, and all Wes could do was laugh. It was a powerful thing, Quinn’s charm. It had gotten women to do nearly anything he wanted and more, and he knew it. This cockiness only added to his appeal.
-No fucking way, you guys are done already?
Ryan’s voice panted from behind Wes and he turned around.
-I still have two laps! Fuck it. I got my cardio, swimming is for pussies.
With that, he splashed water, and got out of the pool. Wes and Quinn followed promptly behind him, Quinn taking a moment to wink at a group of girls that he knew were watching him from the bleachers above. Ryan’s girlfriend was also up there studying, but Wes noticed Ryan hadn’t stopped to say hi.
The locker room was sheer panic for Wes. At nineteen, he was still so full of testosterone youth that the mere sight of naked male flesh would give him an instant hard on. Penises waving back and forth as these young bucks walked to the shower, laughing with their buddies as they grazed their cocks, soaped their asses, slapped towels. It was what fantasies were made of. And so Wes stayed well away.
Inside, the familiar scent of men and sweat filled their noses. Quinn was the first to slip off his speedo and throw it in Ryan’s face, who laughed and threw it to the ground, peeling off his own to reveal his own ass, lightly veiled in hair. He smiled back to Wes, who made a B-line to the lockers as soon as Ryan’s back was once again turned. There were at least twelve other nude men in the locker room, so it would be easy for him to go unnoticed.
This situation was the object of an ongoing fantasy for Wes. He would lay in bed with his eyes closed, one hand on his cock, one hand manipulating his eager virgin asshole. And he would imagine he was in the locker room, tied to a bench on all fours. Around him were men, so many men he couldn’t count. Maybe twenty, maybe thirty. The aroma of sweat and chlorine, thirty hard cocks bobbing around him. And he would take them, one by one, in his hands, in his mouth, in his ass, several at a time, pleasing them in the most basic way a man could be pleased. And when he shot his cum all over his chest in bed, it was the cum of a stranger, a man using his body how it was meant to be used.
As Wes remembered his dreams, he quickly slipped out of his speedo and into some boxer briefs, tucking his boner into his waistband before anyone would pass by and question him. Safe.
-What the fuck man, why do you never shower?
Shit. Quinn stood behind him.
-Small dick? Gotta be a small dick.
Ryan walked up as well.
-Back off man, public showers are filthy, I don’t blame him.
Wes stood up and grabbed his jeans to place in front of his dick, the head of which was peeking obviously through the top of his undies. Quinn leaned against a locker next to his, and Ryan stood behind, both wearing towels, thank God. Towels made just a bit too small to hug their asses and show off some thigh, but towels all the same.
-Yeah man, haven’t you seen the Discovery special? It’s like a breeding ground for athlete’s foot.
Ryan smiled in agreement and walked over to his locker, but Quinn stood with his eyes locked in disbelief.
-Athlete’s foot. Huh. You’re a weird kid, Wes.
And with that he walked over to his locker and flipped his towel over the bench behind him. The flush that had reddened Wes’ face momentarily subsided, and with his penis tucked away into his jeans, he was free to look where he wanted. He took a seat on the bench in between the lockers, and did up his shoes. On his right was Ryan, who was bending over to dry off his leg. His ass crack was lined with fur which extended down delicately over the back of his thighs. In between swung two golf ball sized nuts, also covered in hair. They seemed somehow much bigger than Wes’ own, but suited Ryan. He was a man’s man, burly and rough, beer drinking teddy bear. The towel was soon moved up to dry off his dick, as Wes’ eyes secretly diverted over to Quinn.
Unlike most guys at the gym who faced in towards their locker while they changed, Quinn was an exhibitionist and liked to show off. He dried his abs with the towel while he laughed with a friend who was across the way. His right leg up on the bench now, he dried off his nut sack and down to his leg. It was a dick Wes had seen before, many times: when they had been camping, back in high school playing truth or dare, even in the middle of the field during track when he whipped it out to distract Wes during hurdles. But it was something Wes never tired of seeing, and imagining how it bobbed and grew when Quinn saw something he liked. Thick and big-headed, with a long vein running the length of it, it swayed and shook as he leaned over to dry himself. Wes quickly turned his head back as he caught Quinn glancing his way.
-So what’s the plan tonight boys? Pre-drinking at Wes’ place?
-Yeah my parents are gone for the month so we have free reign.
Ryan chimed in.
-And then out to Mood for the night, yeah? I think Martina wants to meet some friends out there.
Quinn made a whipped noise and Wes laughed lightly. It was true, Ryan seemed to always bend at Martina’s every whim. But at least he had somebody, a fact that Ryan seemed content with denying for the rest of his life. He was the player, and a trip to Mood meant him bringing home at least one slut to the fraternity, if not a backup in case the first didn’t work out.
-Yeah we’ll see where the night takes us. We’ll be over around nine, alright bro?
-See you there boys.
Quinn extended a hand and smile, Ryan a pat on the back, and Wes was gone.
At home, Wes finally got a chance to shower. He lived in college residency, but his parents left town for most of the year, and he would housesit. The advantage of having two lawyer parents was access to their sprawling estate. Anytime they left it was the obvious choice for at least a few parties. In their bathroom upstairs, Wes examined his damp body in the mirror.
He was built. A swimmer for almost all of his life, he managed to keep fit, but recently had begun to acquire some muscle mass. Between jerking off to the pictures in Men’s Health, he actually read the articles and gleaned some information from Quinn and Ryan. They were like older brothers for him, save for an insatiable sexual thirst he had for each of them since grade school. Wes’ body dripped from the shower from his hair down his torso, over his pecs and through his pubes, dripping finally off the tip of his limp dick.
Wes had known he was gay since grade six, but would never tell anyone. He lusted after classmates again and again, but nothing would ever come to fruition until he could tell someone. Even now, at nineteen, he had only been with women, and even then only to sate the incessant questions from his father about why he wasn’t bringing anyone home. He would be sad at this fact, if he didn’t love the chase so damn much. He was certain that his fantasies; the men in the locker room, Quinn and Ryan in the pool, were so much better in his mind than in reality, that for the moment these thoughts were enough to quench his desire.
A nine-thirty, always a half hour late, Quinn drove up in his Bronco with Ryan in the passenger seat. Quinn wore his club gear, a fitted black polo shirt and dark jeans, white sneakers, his hair a perfect mess on his head. Ryan wore a white T and baggy jeans, carrying in a 24 pack of PBR, grinning from ear to ear. They headed downstairs, and each cracked a beer.
The home theatre that Dennis Leland, Wes’ father, had set up was incredible. An enormous black leather sectional pointed towards a 65-inch plasma TV. Behind the couch was a billiards table where Ryan was currently in the process of decimating Wes. Ryan sat spread eagle in the middle of the couch, remote in hand, beer in the other, in his glory. He let out a loud burp, and Ryan chimed in.
-Good. Classy.
-You know it, loser.
He continued to flick through the channels.
-No shit, you guys have Hustler?
-Uh…no.
Wes placed his pool cue behind the couch and watched the TV for a moment. There was a blonde on her knees between two ripped men, a thick red cock in each hand, taking turns licking each of the heads, her eyes staring up towards the men, feigning innocence. Wes tore himself from the screen for a moment in confusion.
-What the hell?
-Nice work Mr. Leland! Shit man, your dad must have ordered this as an extra channel!
Ryan walked up behind Wes and placed a hand on his shoulder.
-And you’ve been missing out this whole time my friend! Well hey at least you now know. No more paying for bullshit on the internet.
Wes noticed Quinn’s remote hand was now his masturbation hand, as he rubbed his dick through his jeans in a not so subtle way. Wes feigned his own innocence for moment.
-Dude, don’t jerk off on my couch.
-Yeah like your dad hasn’t blown a few loads himself here.
Ryan laughed and turned himself away from the TV in disgust.
-Aw, sick dude! I don’t want to think about Wes’ pops jerking off. Dude, let’s finish this game.
-Yeah screw you guys, if you don’t want to watch free porn, you don’t have to.
Wes laughed and turned back to the pool table, every so often glancing at the TV to see what was happening. Twenty minutes passed, as did three beers each between them, and they were feeling good. Quinn kept his eyes glued to the screen like he’d never seen a naked chick before, his hand continually grazing over his hardening cock. Wes caught Ryan looking over at the screen from time to time as well, and stopping for a moment to admire a girl taking a load on her tits, or fucking herself with a dildo Every so often he’d grab at his own dick through his jeans, adjusting himself in his boxers.
Just as Wes finished off another beer, he heard the distinctive clink of a belt buckle being undone.
-No man, for real. Don’t jerk off in front of us!
-Fuck man I’m not going to cum, I’m saving that for some chick tonight. Dude I’m just uncomfortable. You can’t expect me to watch porn and not get hard.
Ryan glanced at his cell.
-Well then we should jet. We’re late anyway, I told Martina we’d be there before eleven.
-Fuck would you guys just take a damn seat? It’s free porn boys, this shit doesn’t come every day.
-Yeah like you.
-Sit down.
Ryan smirked, glanced at Wes, and made his way over to the right side of the sectional. Wes waited for a moment. They were drunk, he knew. Quinn was aggressive, but he knew he was straight enough to not jerk off in front of other guys. And Ryan would normally never go for this…hell he had a girlfriend, what use did he have for porn. Wes glanced at the screen and saw a girl, surrounded by men. Twenty…maybe thirty of them. And she was on all fours. He felt himself get hard watching this woman, picturing himself. It was perfect. He took a seat to Quinn’s left before they would notice his boner. Quinn and Ryan began to talk.
-Fuck guys, look at her. Gorgeous tits.
-Yeah man. I don’t know if I’d be game for sharing her with twenty other guys though.
-Whatever, I think its kind of hot how they just use her like that. Kind of nice to have a slut who can just hang with the boys, take what they give her.
Quinn reached inside his pants and closed his eyes. Wes couldn’t believe what he was saying, his own erection pressing madly against his jeans, begging to be released, to be touched, but Wes wouldn’t dare. He looked up and caught Ryan’s eye. Ryan saw Quinn’s maneuver, looked up and saw Wes, and then back to the screen. Unflinching. Something was happening.
Ryan’s phone beeped, as he received a text message from Martina. Both Wes and Quinn looked over at him, as he grabbed his phone, opened it, and turned it off. The three boys watched in silence for awhile, the room heating up as they drank their beer. Ryan stretched back, squirming a bit in his seat, his hands still not daring to graze his package. Quinn’s right hand was still firmly down his pants as he watched, drinking with his left. And Wes sat, attempting to look at them without their noticing. He was hard as a rock knowing that these two boys he’d lusted after were in their prime, in their element, and ready to fuck.
Quinn took his hand out of his pants and removed his shirt.
Ryan watched him, then went back to the screen. Wes had now forgone pretending to watch the porn in his stupor, and kept his eyes on Quinn as he wanked.
Then Ryan, in a motion, took off his shirt, exposing his enormous torso and hardened nipples. He let out a sigh as he settled back into his seat, eyes, transfixed to the screen. When Wes looked back towards Quinn, he found him looking back.
-So?
Wes paused for a moment and considered. Then peeled off his shirt and settled back, pretending to watch the porn.
-Pants.
Wes turned back to Quinn who was still jerking off as he held this conversation, straight faced.
-What?
-Take off your pants.
-I don’t…why?
Ryan and Quinn then stood up and took off their pants. Ryan wore grey boxers, and Quinn wore navy boxer briefs. Both had erections that tented out their underwear well away from their bodies. Both of the boys stared at Wes as he sat there, exposed and shivering from how turned on he was. His head swam with visions of his fantasies as they came true around him. Quinn laughed a bit to himself.
-Because for the past half hour I’ve let you watch me jerking off, and I want you to lose your pants. So…lose them.
Ryan was now massaging his own cock, still looking at Wes.
-What’s…going on.
-We know, man. Okay? Ryan came across your profile on MeetMix, recognized the tattoo from your profile picture. Bottomboy91 if I remember correctly?
Wes’ face turned red and only more frantic as he raced to remember what information they now knew. He liked men. He had a seven inch cock. Into jockstraps. Submissive. Watersports? Oh fuck. They knew everything.
Ryan smiled.
-It’s okay Wes. For real, we won’t tell anyone. It’s cool.
-Yeah man. It’s fine. You don’t need to be all weird around us.
Wes looked back at them. Still skeptical. Still very aware that they were both in their underwear. So they wouldn’t tell. But Wes was still apprehensive.
-I don’t even remember making that. It was awhile ago.
-We sent you a message.
Quinn stepped towards him.
-Made a profile, SwimStud001?
Wes had chatted with them before. Told them everything. Told them about my fantasies with them. They knew.
-So maybe…we could work out some kind of deal? We keep this a secret, and in the mean time we can all have some fun of our own?
From where Wes sat, Quinn’s erect cock was about a foot away from his face. Ryan walked up to Quinn’s right. Both men stood, hands on their hips, anticipating what Wes’ reaction might be.
-What do you mean fun?
Quinn smiled, looked over at Ryan and nodded. Quinn then pulled out his cock, eight inches rock hard, the vein that Wes knew so well even more prominent. Heat emanated from the cock head as it bobbed in front of Wes’ face. Quinn then reached out and grabbed Wes’ chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding it closer to his dick. Wes’ eyes glanced up to meet Quinn’s, which while deeply veiled behind a layer of lust and another of drunkenness, were genuine. This was the fun Wes had imagined.
He took Quinn’s enormous cock in his hand and pulled the skin all back, exposing the pulsating dickhead, inciting a deep moan from Quinn. In one motion he took it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and savoring the taste of this jocks’ penis that he’d dreamed of for so long. Quinn pushed Wes’ head unforgiving deeper onto his cock, shoving it down his throat as he fucked his face. Wes could only close his eyes and enjoy the ride as he was dominated by this buck of a man. He frantically tore off his own jeans and feverishly beat his aching dick.
-Fuck bro, I knew he’d be good at this. You want to try?
Quinn motioned for Ryan to take out his dick, who had been beating himself off inside his boxers for the past few minutes, taking in the view.
-I swear man, he gives better head than any chick I’ve had.
Ryan slowly pulled down his boxers, his seven inch cock springing up and slapping him in the stomach. He was uncut, and thick like a soup can…exactly what Wes had imagined. His enormous balls looked even better from the front, as he cupped them in his hand, and pulled him in closer to his mouth. He felt Quinn’s hand on the back of his head, pushing him onto Ryan’s dick. As Wes slurped and licked his way along the length of the shaft, Ryan shuddered in pleasure, his knees buckling for a moment. It was apparent Martina hadn’t been very attentive over the past few weeks.
Quinn watched Wes’ head bobbing down on his buddies cock, as he placed his left hand on Wes’ head, and his right on Ryan’s back, orchestrating this live porn between them. He grabbed Wes’ hand and made him jerk his dick. Wes’, with a throbbing member in each hand, now swapped between them, pushing his head deep onto each in turn, letting them face fuck him as hard as they wanted. In a moment, Quinn stopped Wes’ head in the middle, and placed his thumb inside Wes’ awaiting mouth, and their eyes met. Quinn smiled.
-You’re a natural. Fuck. This will be fun.
He raced back around the side of the couch, his boner bouncing in front of him, and Wes went back to work on Ryan in a horny fever. He wanted cock more than he’d ever realized, as he pushed Ryan back onto the couch and got onto his knees between his legs. He grasped the enormous dick in both hands, and devoured the head, sending chills through Ryan, who tossed his head back.
Quinn returned with a plastic bag which he tossed on the couch, a few condoms spilling out. Wes’ eyes widened as he saw the bag.
-I’m not sure…I’m ready.
-You are…I’ll go slow.
Quinn was used to this bargain, as he deftly slipped a condom onto his throbbing penis, rolling it down the length of the shaft. On the ground, he maneuvered himself behind Wes, pressing his dick gently onto Wes’ hole.
-I’ve been dying to try this man. You’ll love it, I promise.
-Just don’t—
Quinn pressed Wes’ head back onto Ryan’s cock, and smiled at his buddy as he got head. He then went back to work on Wes, popping his cock head into Wes’ tight asshole, spreading his cheeks far. Wes moaned out in a mix of subtle pain and overwhelming pleasure, he couldn’t help but open his ass and press further onto Quinn’s dick.
-That’s it…take it buddy. Nice and slow.
Overwhelmed, Wes slammed himself back onto Ryan’s dick, licking like mad, sucking the head all the way down to the base, his hands manipulating Ryan’s balls in his hand while the other explored his huge torso. Ryan pushed Wes’ head off of his cock for a moment, laughing.
-Slow down man, I don’t want to cum just yet!
-Fuck me.
Quinn, who had been guiding his cock gently in, and was about a third through, glanced up.
-I thought—
-Fuck me…do what you want.
Quinn grinned at Ryan who slipped Wes’ mouth back onto his cock. Quinn grabbed Wes’ hips and pulled him onto his cock in one swift motion, all the way to the hilt. Wes bucked and moaned onto Ryan’s dick, sending vibrations through his dick, his mind swirling and trying not to cum. Quinn began to fuck Wes with the fervor that he had fucked so many coeds over the past few months. He was tighter than them, he was stronger than them, and he wanted it hard, which was the best part. Faster and faster, the harder he gave it to Wes, the harder he bucked back, tensing his anus around Quinn’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Ryan closed his eyes.
-I’m going to cum dude, I can’t take it anymore.
Quinn quickly pulled out and flipped Wes onto his back, his legs wrapped around Quinn’s neck as he re-entered him and began drilling him deeper and harder than before in this new position.
-Cum on his face, I want to watch you.
Ryan got onto his knees over Wes’ face and began to jerk himself off, his breath frantic and heated, his eyes closed, head tossed back. Quinn grabbed Wes’ cock which strained and bobbed in front of him, and began to jerk him off as they fucked. Quinn’s eyes remained glued to Ryan’s face as he squinted and grinned, sending stream after stream of his hot jizz splashing onto Wes’ face.
-FUCK! Ahhh…
-Yeah man, get him. Cum on his face.
The cum now dribbled from Ryan’s cock as his breath slowed, Wes licked at his face, frantically tasting Ryan’s juice as he was continually pounded by Quinn. Ryan sat back and observed.
-You getting close man?
-Yeah dude…I’m going to cum in him.
-Do it man. Fuck him harder.
Quinn increased his pounding as he masturbated Wes. He felt Wes’ ass tense for a moment as his cock released a jet stream of cum up to his face, hitting him in the chin twice, and then subsiding and shooting all over his stomach. Quinn inhaled the scent of the room, his buddies sweat and jizz, as he reached a climax and came inside Wes’ ass. Wes could feel the warmth inside him as Quinn called out.
-Shhhhhit! Aah. Fuck man, fuck.
His pumping slowed, and eventually stopped, remaining inside Wes for a moment as his cock softened. Ryan laughed to himself.
-Well shit…
-I told you man. I knew it.
Wes laughed to himself as well, in a haze of beer and testosterone.
-This isn’t how I saw the night panning out.
-Really? It’s exactly how I planned it.
-Planned it?
-Yeah. And there is much more we can do Wes. Much more. If you’re game.
All Wes could do was smile. These boys were straight. He knew that. But now, they all shared his secret. He was their puppet, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
-Well I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.
-Not so quick. Your parents aren’t home tonight, are they?
-No.
-Then we stay. You know…in case we need anything else.
Wes laughed to himself and nodded, looking forward to what the weeks to follow would bring.
Sorry its been so long. Time for a different turn for me, as I normally do more of the romantic side of stuff. This one gets down to the nitty gritty right off the bat. It'll be in three installments. PLEASE let me know what you think!!
PART ONE
Wes sat on the edge of the pool, his shaggy brown hair swept back off his face, thin black speedo hugging his body as he panted from the workout. He was always the first to finish his laps, being the slimmest and most experienced swimmer between the three of them. In the lane to his right was Quinn, a lean God of a man that was continually lusted after by all the girls. Short brown hair and a body that wouldn’t quit, he was the captain of the football team when they were in college, and now was a running back on their College team. To Wes’ left was Ryan, built like a steed, with enough bulk to terrify most any guy who would dare cross him at the bar. Delegated to the “cute” category, Ryan had a harder time picking up women, but had a steady girlfriend since graduation. Wes was the only gay one between the three of them, and although he knew how deep his desire ran, he hadn’t yet admitted it to anybody. As he watched the muscled bodies of his buddies stream through the pool, he felt a familiar stirring in his speedo, and lay back to try and get his mind off his impending erection.
Suddenly, he felt a hand pull both of his legs down and back into the pool. With barely enough time to catch a breath, he was submerged, with a hand in his hair, pushing him down into the depths. He struggled up, grasping at the two powerful legs of Quinn, who held him captive. Wes opened his eyes momentarily and saw a flash of Quinn’s abs, a thin streak of light hair running down to his black speedo trunks. He swam back up to the water.
-Asshole!
-That’s what you get for beating me again, fucker.
He smiled, and all Wes could do was laugh. It was a powerful thing, Quinn’s charm. It had gotten women to do nearly anything he wanted and more, and he knew it. This cockiness only added to his appeal.
-No fucking way, you guys are done already?
Ryan’s voice panted from behind Wes and he turned around.
-I still have two laps! Fuck it. I got my cardio, swimming is for pussies.
With that, he splashed water, and got out of the pool. Wes and Quinn followed promptly behind him, Quinn taking a moment to wink at a group of girls that he knew were watching him from the bleachers above. Ryan’s girlfriend was also up there studying, but Wes noticed Ryan hadn’t stopped to say hi.
The locker room was sheer panic for Wes. At nineteen, he was still so full of testosterone youth that the mere sight of naked male flesh would give him an instant hard on. Penises waving back and forth as these young bucks walked to the shower, laughing with their buddies as they grazed their cocks, soaped their asses, slapped towels. It was what fantasies were made of. And so Wes stayed well away.
Inside, the familiar scent of men and sweat filled their noses. Quinn was the first to slip off his speedo and throw it in Ryan’s face, who laughed and threw it to the ground, peeling off his own to reveal his own ass, lightly veiled in hair. He smiled back to Wes, who made a B-line to the lockers as soon as Ryan’s back was once again turned. There were at least twelve other nude men in the locker room, so it would be easy for him to go unnoticed.
This situation was the object of an ongoing fantasy for Wes. He would lay in bed with his eyes closed, one hand on his cock, one hand manipulating his eager virgin asshole. And he would imagine he was in the locker room, tied to a bench on all fours. Around him were men, so many men he couldn’t count. Maybe twenty, maybe thirty. The aroma of sweat and chlorine, thirty hard cocks bobbing around him. And he would take them, one by one, in his hands, in his mouth, in his ass, several at a time, pleasing them in the most basic way a man could be pleased. And when he shot his cum all over his chest in bed, it was the cum of a stranger, a man using his body how it was meant to be used.
As Wes remembered his dreams, he quickly slipped out of his speedo and into some boxer briefs, tucking his boner into his waistband before anyone would pass by and question him. Safe.
-What the fuck man, why do you never shower?
Shit. Quinn stood behind him.
-Small dick? Gotta be a small dick.
Ryan walked up as well.
-Back off man, public showers are filthy, I don’t blame him.
Wes stood up and grabbed his jeans to place in front of his dick, the head of which was peeking obviously through the top of his undies. Quinn leaned against a locker next to his, and Ryan stood behind, both wearing towels, thank God. Towels made just a bit too small to hug their asses and show off some thigh, but towels all the same.
-Yeah man, haven’t you seen the Discovery special? It’s like a breeding ground for athlete’s foot.
Ryan smiled in agreement and walked over to his locker, but Quinn stood with his eyes locked in disbelief.
-Athlete’s foot. Huh. You’re a weird kid, Wes.
And with that he walked over to his locker and flipped his towel over the bench behind him. The flush that had reddened Wes’ face momentarily subsided, and with his penis tucked away into his jeans, he was free to look where he wanted. He took a seat on the bench in between the lockers, and did up his shoes. On his right was Ryan, who was bending over to dry off his leg. His ass crack was lined with fur which extended down delicately over the back of his thighs. In between swung two golf ball sized nuts, also covered in hair. They seemed somehow much bigger than Wes’ own, but suited Ryan. He was a man’s man, burly and rough, beer drinking teddy bear. The towel was soon moved up to dry off his dick, as Wes’ eyes secretly diverted over to Quinn.
Unlike most guys at the gym who faced in towards their locker while they changed, Quinn was an exhibitionist and liked to show off. He dried his abs with the towel while he laughed with a friend who was across the way. His right leg up on the bench now, he dried off his nut sack and down to his leg. It was a dick Wes had seen before, many times: when they had been camping, back in high school playing truth or dare, even in the middle of the field during track when he whipped it out to distract Wes during hurdles. But it was something Wes never tired of seeing, and imagining how it bobbed and grew when Quinn saw something he liked. Thick and big-headed, with a long vein running the length of it, it swayed and shook as he leaned over to dry himself. Wes quickly turned his head back as he caught Quinn glancing his way.
-So what’s the plan tonight boys? Pre-drinking at Wes’ place?
-Yeah my parents are gone for the month so we have free reign.
Ryan chimed in.
-And then out to Mood for the night, yeah? I think Martina wants to meet some friends out there.
Quinn made a whipped noise and Wes laughed lightly. It was true, Ryan seemed to always bend at Martina’s every whim. But at least he had somebody, a fact that Ryan seemed content with denying for the rest of his life. He was the player, and a trip to Mood meant him bringing home at least one slut to the fraternity, if not a backup in case the first didn’t work out.
-Yeah we’ll see where the night takes us. We’ll be over around nine, alright bro?
-See you there boys.
Quinn extended a hand and smile, Ryan a pat on the back, and Wes was gone.
At home, Wes finally got a chance to shower. He lived in college residency, but his parents left town for most of the year, and he would housesit. The advantage of having two lawyer parents was access to their sprawling estate. Anytime they left it was the obvious choice for at least a few parties. In their bathroom upstairs, Wes examined his damp body in the mirror.
He was built. A swimmer for almost all of his life, he managed to keep fit, but recently had begun to acquire some muscle mass. Between jerking off to the pictures in Men’s Health, he actually read the articles and gleaned some information from Quinn and Ryan. They were like older brothers for him, save for an insatiable sexual thirst he had for each of them since grade school. Wes’ body dripped from the shower from his hair down his torso, over his pecs and through his pubes, dripping finally off the tip of his limp dick.
Wes had known he was gay since grade six, but would never tell anyone. He lusted after classmates again and again, but nothing would ever come to fruition until he could tell someone. Even now, at nineteen, he had only been with women, and even then only to sate the incessant questions from his father about why he wasn’t bringing anyone home. He would be sad at this fact, if he didn’t love the chase so damn much. He was certain that his fantasies; the men in the locker room, Quinn and Ryan in the pool, were so much better in his mind than in reality, that for the moment these thoughts were enough to quench his desire.
A nine-thirty, always a half hour late, Quinn drove up in his Bronco with Ryan in the passenger seat. Quinn wore his club gear, a fitted black polo shirt and dark jeans, white sneakers, his hair a perfect mess on his head. Ryan wore a white T and baggy jeans, carrying in a 24 pack of PBR, grinning from ear to ear. They headed downstairs, and each cracked a beer.
The home theatre that Dennis Leland, Wes’ father, had set up was incredible. An enormous black leather sectional pointed towards a 65-inch plasma TV. Behind the couch was a billiards table where Ryan was currently in the process of decimating Wes. Ryan sat spread eagle in the middle of the couch, remote in hand, beer in the other, in his glory. He let out a loud burp, and Ryan chimed in.
-Good. Classy.
-You know it, loser.
He continued to flick through the channels.
-No shit, you guys have Hustler?
-Uh…no.
Wes placed his pool cue behind the couch and watched the TV for a moment. There was a blonde on her knees between two ripped men, a thick red cock in each hand, taking turns licking each of the heads, her eyes staring up towards the men, feigning innocence. Wes tore himself from the screen for a moment in confusion.
-What the hell?
-Nice work Mr. Leland! Shit man, your dad must have ordered this as an extra channel!
Ryan walked up behind Wes and placed a hand on his shoulder.
-And you’ve been missing out this whole time my friend! Well hey at least you now know. No more paying for bullshit on the internet.
Wes noticed Quinn’s remote hand was now his masturbation hand, as he rubbed his dick through his jeans in a not so subtle way. Wes feigned his own innocence for moment.
-Dude, don’t jerk off on my couch.
-Yeah like your dad hasn’t blown a few loads himself here.
Ryan laughed and turned himself away from the TV in disgust.
-Aw, sick dude! I don’t want to think about Wes’ pops jerking off. Dude, let’s finish this game.
-Yeah screw you guys, if you don’t want to watch free porn, you don’t have to.
Wes laughed and turned back to the pool table, every so often glancing at the TV to see what was happening. Twenty minutes passed, as did three beers each between them, and they were feeling good. Quinn kept his eyes glued to the screen like he’d never seen a naked chick before, his hand continually grazing over his hardening cock. Wes caught Ryan looking over at the screen from time to time as well, and stopping for a moment to admire a girl taking a load on her tits, or fucking herself with a dildo Every so often he’d grab at his own dick through his jeans, adjusting himself in his boxers.
Just as Wes finished off another beer, he heard the distinctive clink of a belt buckle being undone.
-No man, for real. Don’t jerk off in front of us!
-Fuck man I’m not going to cum, I’m saving that for some chick tonight. Dude I’m just uncomfortable. You can’t expect me to watch porn and not get hard.
Ryan glanced at his cell.
-Well then we should jet. We’re late anyway, I told Martina we’d be there before eleven.
-Fuck would you guys just take a damn seat? It’s free porn boys, this shit doesn’t come every day.
-Yeah like you.
-Sit down.
Ryan smirked, glanced at Wes, and made his way over to the right side of the sectional. Wes waited for a moment. They were drunk, he knew. Quinn was aggressive, but he knew he was straight enough to not jerk off in front of other guys. And Ryan would normally never go for this…hell he had a girlfriend, what use did he have for porn. Wes glanced at the screen and saw a girl, surrounded by men. Twenty…maybe thirty of them. And she was on all fours. He felt himself get hard watching this woman, picturing himself. It was perfect. He took a seat to Quinn’s left before they would notice his boner. Quinn and Ryan began to talk.
-Fuck guys, look at her. Gorgeous tits.
-Yeah man. I don’t know if I’d be game for sharing her with twenty other guys though.
-Whatever, I think its kind of hot how they just use her like that. Kind of nice to have a slut who can just hang with the boys, take what they give her.
Quinn reached inside his pants and closed his eyes. Wes couldn’t believe what he was saying, his own erection pressing madly against his jeans, begging to be released, to be touched, but Wes wouldn’t dare. He looked up and caught Ryan’s eye. Ryan saw Quinn’s maneuver, looked up and saw Wes, and then back to the screen. Unflinching. Something was happening.
Ryan’s phone beeped, as he received a text message from Martina. Both Wes and Quinn looked over at him, as he grabbed his phone, opened it, and turned it off. The three boys watched in silence for awhile, the room heating up as they drank their beer. Ryan stretched back, squirming a bit in his seat, his hands still not daring to graze his package. Quinn’s right hand was still firmly down his pants as he watched, drinking with his left. And Wes sat, attempting to look at them without their noticing. He was hard as a rock knowing that these two boys he’d lusted after were in their prime, in their element, and ready to fuck.
Quinn took his hand out of his pants and removed his shirt.
Ryan watched him, then went back to the screen. Wes had now forgone pretending to watch the porn in his stupor, and kept his eyes on Quinn as he wanked.
Then Ryan, in a motion, took off his shirt, exposing his enormous torso and hardened nipples. He let out a sigh as he settled back into his seat, eyes, transfixed to the screen. When Wes looked back towards Quinn, he found him looking back.
-So?
Wes paused for a moment and considered. Then peeled off his shirt and settled back, pretending to watch the porn.
-Pants.
Wes turned back to Quinn who was still jerking off as he held this conversation, straight faced.
-What?
-Take off your pants.
-I don’t…why?
Ryan and Quinn then stood up and took off their pants. Ryan wore grey boxers, and Quinn wore navy boxer briefs. Both had erections that tented out their underwear well away from their bodies. Both of the boys stared at Wes as he sat there, exposed and shivering from how turned on he was. His head swam with visions of his fantasies as they came true around him. Quinn laughed a bit to himself.
-Because for the past half hour I’ve let you watch me jerking off, and I want you to lose your pants. So…lose them.
Ryan was now massaging his own cock, still looking at Wes.
-What’s…going on.
-We know, man. Okay? Ryan came across your profile on MeetMix, recognized the tattoo from your profile picture. Bottomboy91 if I remember correctly?
Wes’ face turned red and only more frantic as he raced to remember what information they now knew. He liked men. He had a seven inch cock. Into jockstraps. Submissive. Watersports? Oh fuck. They knew everything.
Ryan smiled.
-It’s okay Wes. For real, we won’t tell anyone. It’s cool.
-Yeah man. It’s fine. You don’t need to be all weird around us.
Wes looked back at them. Still skeptical. Still very aware that they were both in their underwear. So they wouldn’t tell. But Wes was still apprehensive.
-I don’t even remember making that. It was awhile ago.
-We sent you a message.
Quinn stepped towards him.
-Made a profile, SwimStud001?
Wes had chatted with them before. Told them everything. Told them about my fantasies with them. They knew.
-So maybe…we could work out some kind of deal? We keep this a secret, and in the mean time we can all have some fun of our own?
From where Wes sat, Quinn’s erect cock was about a foot away from his face. Ryan walked up to Quinn’s right. Both men stood, hands on their hips, anticipating what Wes’ reaction might be.
-What do you mean fun?
Quinn smiled, looked over at Ryan and nodded. Quinn then pulled out his cock, eight inches rock hard, the vein that Wes knew so well even more prominent. Heat emanated from the cock head as it bobbed in front of Wes’ face. Quinn then reached out and grabbed Wes’ chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding it closer to his dick. Wes’ eyes glanced up to meet Quinn’s, which while deeply veiled behind a layer of lust and another of drunkenness, were genuine. This was the fun Wes had imagined.
He took Quinn’s enormous cock in his hand and pulled the skin all back, exposing the pulsating dickhead, inciting a deep moan from Quinn. In one motion he took it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and savoring the taste of this jocks’ penis that he’d dreamed of for so long. Quinn pushed Wes’ head unforgiving deeper onto his cock, shoving it down his throat as he fucked his face. Wes could only close his eyes and enjoy the ride as he was dominated by this buck of a man. He frantically tore off his own jeans and feverishly beat his aching dick.
-Fuck bro, I knew he’d be good at this. You want to try?
Quinn motioned for Ryan to take out his dick, who had been beating himself off inside his boxers for the past few minutes, taking in the view.
-I swear man, he gives better head than any chick I’ve had.
Ryan slowly pulled down his boxers, his seven inch cock springing up and slapping him in the stomach. He was uncut, and thick like a soup can…exactly what Wes had imagined. His enormous balls looked even better from the front, as he cupped them in his hand, and pulled him in closer to his mouth. He felt Quinn’s hand on the back of his head, pushing him onto Ryan’s dick. As Wes slurped and licked his way along the length of the shaft, Ryan shuddered in pleasure, his knees buckling for a moment. It was apparent Martina hadn’t been very attentive over the past few weeks.
Quinn watched Wes’ head bobbing down on his buddies cock, as he placed his left hand on Wes’ head, and his right on Ryan’s back, orchestrating this live porn between them. He grabbed Wes’ hand and made him jerk his dick. Wes’, with a throbbing member in each hand, now swapped between them, pushing his head deep onto each in turn, letting them face fuck him as hard as they wanted. In a moment, Quinn stopped Wes’ head in the middle, and placed his thumb inside Wes’ awaiting mouth, and their eyes met. Quinn smiled.
-You’re a natural. Fuck. This will be fun.
He raced back around the side of the couch, his boner bouncing in front of him, and Wes went back to work on Ryan in a horny fever. He wanted cock more than he’d ever realized, as he pushed Ryan back onto the couch and got onto his knees between his legs. He grasped the enormous dick in both hands, and devoured the head, sending chills through Ryan, who tossed his head back.
Quinn returned with a plastic bag which he tossed on the couch, a few condoms spilling out. Wes’ eyes widened as he saw the bag.
-I’m not sure…I’m ready.
-You are…I’ll go slow.
Quinn was used to this bargain, as he deftly slipped a condom onto his throbbing penis, rolling it down the length of the shaft. On the ground, he maneuvered himself behind Wes, pressing his dick gently onto Wes’ hole.
-I’ve been dying to try this man. You’ll love it, I promise.
-Just don’t—
Quinn pressed Wes’ head back onto Ryan’s cock, and smiled at his buddy as he got head. He then went back to work on Wes, popping his cock head into Wes’ tight asshole, spreading his cheeks far. Wes moaned out in a mix of subtle pain and overwhelming pleasure, he couldn’t help but open his ass and press further onto Quinn’s dick.
-That’s it…take it buddy. Nice and slow.
Overwhelmed, Wes slammed himself back onto Ryan’s dick, licking like mad, sucking the head all the way down to the base, his hands manipulating Ryan’s balls in his hand while the other explored his huge torso. Ryan pushed Wes’ head off of his cock for a moment, laughing.
-Slow down man, I don’t want to cum just yet!
-Fuck me.
Quinn, who had been guiding his cock gently in, and was about a third through, glanced up.
-I thought—
-Fuck me…do what you want.
Quinn grinned at Ryan who slipped Wes’ mouth back onto his cock. Quinn grabbed Wes’ hips and pulled him onto his cock in one swift motion, all the way to the hilt. Wes bucked and moaned onto Ryan’s dick, sending vibrations through his dick, his mind swirling and trying not to cum. Quinn began to fuck Wes with the fervor that he had fucked so many coeds over the past few months. He was tighter than them, he was stronger than them, and he wanted it hard, which was the best part. Faster and faster, the harder he gave it to Wes, the harder he bucked back, tensing his anus around Quinn’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Ryan closed his eyes.
-I’m going to cum dude, I can’t take it anymore.
Quinn quickly pulled out and flipped Wes onto his back, his legs wrapped around Quinn’s neck as he re-entered him and began drilling him deeper and harder than before in this new position.
-Cum on his face, I want to watch you.
Ryan got onto his knees over Wes’ face and began to jerk himself off, his breath frantic and heated, his eyes closed, head tossed back. Quinn grabbed Wes’ cock which strained and bobbed in front of him, and began to jerk him off as they fucked. Quinn’s eyes remained glued to Ryan’s face as he squinted and grinned, sending stream after stream of his hot jizz splashing onto Wes’ face.
-FUCK! Ahhh…
-Yeah man, get him. Cum on his face.
The cum now dribbled from Ryan’s cock as his breath slowed, Wes licked at his face, frantically tasting Ryan’s juice as he was continually pounded by Quinn. Ryan sat back and observed.
-You getting close man?
-Yeah dude…I’m going to cum in him.
-Do it man. Fuck him harder.
Quinn increased his pounding as he masturbated Wes. He felt Wes’ ass tense for a moment as his cock released a jet stream of cum up to his face, hitting him in the chin twice, and then subsiding and shooting all over his stomach. Quinn inhaled the scent of the room, his buddies sweat and jizz, as he reached a climax and came inside Wes’ ass. Wes could feel the warmth inside him as Quinn called out.
-Shhhhhit! Aah. Fuck man, fuck.
His pumping slowed, and eventually stopped, remaining inside Wes for a moment as his cock softened. Ryan laughed to himself.
-Well shit…
-I told you man. I knew it.
Wes laughed to himself as well, in a haze of beer and testosterone.
-This isn’t how I saw the night panning out.
-Really? It’s exactly how I planned it.
-Planned it?
-Yeah. And there is much more we can do Wes. Much more. If you’re game.
All Wes could do was smile. These boys were straight. He knew that. But now, they all shared his secret. He was their puppet, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
-Well I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.
-Not so quick. Your parents aren’t home tonight, are they?
-No.
-Then we stay. You know…in case we need anything else.
Wes laughed to himself and nodded, looking forward to what the weeks to follow would bring.
can't wait for the next chapter
