Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 17:45:23 -0400 From: PhinnyGene Subject: Undressed (M/M/M) (Celebrity/College) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction based on characters in the television series "Undressed." It is not meant to imply the true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the characters themselves. The show and characters are trademarks of and copyright MTV Television Inc. This story is based on a recent installment of the MTV series "Undressed." The ending of the original storyline has been altered to show what *really* should have happened. Comments, suggestions, constructive criticism are welcome: PhinnyGene@aol.com My other story "War Story" can be found under Authoritarian on Nifty. "Undressed" (M/M/M) by PhinnyGene Mark was a shy sorta guy. His quiet, reserved personality seemed odd when taken into account that he was a gorgeous jock stud. Mark was tall, had a killer body sculpted from his years playing football, had soft brown hair, and the cutest brown puppy dog eyes. He was that sweet stud that all of us drooled over in high school, the guy who was completely unaware of how hot he really was. "Maybe this weekend you'll finally get some action, dude." Mark's roommate Hank told him one day while they were in the campus laundry room together. "I don't get what you're doing wrong, you should be getting so much action. I don't know what's up." Hank just shook his head and, throwing his clothes into the dryer, left the laundry room. Neither he or Mark noticed that there was someone else standing behind him, someone who was listening in on their conversation. "Hmm. I think I know why you're not scoring with the girls, Mark. You like guys, don't you?" A grinning Scott interjected. Mark, shocked and worried, whirled around to see the short, blonde twink standing there. Mark knew that Scott was gay, hell, everyone did. Scott was out and proud. He dressed gay, talked gay, and just plain looked gay. Mark just couldn't believe that Scott knew that HE was gay. Mark had noticed Scott around the dorms, and, although he usually didn't go after the skinny, faggy sorts of guys (too worried he'd be found out himself), he did like that tight little ass of Scott's. "How did you know?" "Oh please. I'm good, Mark. I've been watching you the whole semester. You're a real cutie, Mark. In fact... why don't you meet me in the shower room in a few minutes, we can... talk... some more." Scott winked as he exited the laundry room, leaving Mark with a slowly growing erection. When he got to the shower room, Mark found Scott already wrapped in a towel, waiting for the water to heat up in the shower. When Scott saw Mark, he turned around, dropped his towel, and with a little wiggle of his ass and a twinkle in his eye, stepped into the shower stall and pulled the curtain shut. Mark was as hard as a rock. "I'd love for you to join me, Mark. It's just too bad you're so closeted. It's a rule of mine not to get involved with closeted men. Let me know when you're out, then maybe we can have a little fun together." Mark decided that it was time to come out. What Scott had said and done pushed him over the edge. He was struggling with coming out for the past year, and the possibility of getting some of that perfect little blonde ass was too much for him. Besides, he figured, if he was out, it would be a hell of a lot easier to meet other guys. He was just sick and tired of being lonely and frustrated. Mark rushed to find his roommate. Hank and his girlfriend were cuddling on a couch in one of the lounges. Mustering up all his strength, Mark told them that he was gay. He was amazed when Hank's girlfriend said that she already knew! Hank, not quite as intuitive as his girlfriend, was a little uneasy at first, but ended up being amazingly cool about it. Mark was so happy -- he did it! He was coming out! And everyone was so cool about it! Hank's girlfriend even introduced Mark to, Keith, a gay friend of her's. Keith was a very handsome guy. Not as tall as Mark, but still with that same sort of jock build and all American good looks. Keith had dark brunette hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He was very sympathetic when it came to guys who were coming out, he himself had a long struggle coming to terms with his homosexuality. He was an athlete in high school and was generally very straight-acting, it was hard to reconcile that with his attraction for guys. Keith was actually very excited when he found out Mark was gay -- Mark was exactly the sort of guy he liked -- down-to-earth, athletic, handsome, and unaffected by the whole "gay culture." However, after a short talk with Mark, he found out that his feelings weren't reciprocated. It was clear that Mark had his mind on someone else. After a few minutes of conversation, Mark told Keith that he had to go and meet with Scott. Keith's heart fell in his chest. He had dated Scott when Scott was first coming out. But he soon realized he made a horrible mistake. Scott was a manipulative, selfish faggot. The more that Scott came out, the more he changed. He started going to the clubs, throwing wild parties, dressing and acting flamboyantly. Soon he even started sleeping with random guys he met at clubs, parties... even on the street. While Keith wanted a monogomous, old-fashioned, romantic relationship; Scott wanted sex. After a few months, their relationship was over. Scott was perfectly happy with the outcome, but Keith was permanently scarred. A breathless Mark ran to Scott's dorm door and banged loudly on it. "Well, well, what do we have here?" "I did it Scott, I came out. I'm so excited!" "Well, what a good boy, I think you need a reward. Come inside." Scott and Mark entered the room and locked the door behind them. Scott threw himself on the bed and, lying like a tiger about to devour its prey, stared up at Mark through half-closed eyes. "Take off your shirt... and lemme see that killer smile." Mark complied and stripped off his tight t-shirt. With a huge, goofy grin, he flexed and posed for Scott, his strong muscles bulging all over his arms and chest. "Mmmm... I'll have to take a mental picture of that... you're gorgeous." Scott said as he non-chalantly fished a condom from his nightstand drawer. "Oh, awesome. Thanks, I forgot to bring one for myself." Mark laughed. "Excuse me?" Scott looked up with a cocked eyebrow. "There are some rules I play by, Mark. And one of them is that *I* wear the rubber. Now if you don't want to do that, you're free to go, stud." "What!? Let me get this straight. If we don't play by Scott's rules, then we don't play at *all*?" "You got it. Sorry, Mark!" A self-absorbed little smirk on his face, Scott hopped off the bed and left the room. Once again leaving Mark with an enormous, frustrated boner. "This is bullshit." Mark thought. "I'm twice the size of that dude. I'm not letting some little fag fuck me." With that, he headed back to his room to jerk off. In the hallway he met up again with Keith. "Damn he's actually fucking hot," Mark thought to himself. "I wonder why I didn't notice that before." "Listen Mark, there's something I have to tell you." Keith stuttered. "I hope I don't freak you out, but I really like you." "You seem like a really great guy, Keith, and you are totally hot. It doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I think I'd like to get to know you better, too." With a huge grin, Keith said, "Well, then, why don't you meet me in the shower room in a few minutes and we can get to know one another a little better?" What neither of the boys knew was that Scott was in the corner, overhearing everything they had just said. Scott was NOT going to lose Mark that easily. And he was damned to lose him to his ex. Already, the gears in his mind were turning. What Scott wanted, Scott always got. Mark grabbed his towel and ran to the shower, his cock aching to finally get some release. He was so fucking horny he couldn't think straight. When he finally got to the shower room, he was shocked to find a naked Scott standing in there, apparently waiting for him. "I made a mistake, Mark. I hope you are not mad at me. I really want you..." and with that, he grabbed the surprised Mark and started making out with him. A moment later, Keith walked in and saw the two embracing, their lips locked together. "I can't believe this!!!" Keith screamed. "Wait! Keith! It's not what you think!" Mark cried as Scott looked on, an evil grin spreading on his face. Keith ran into the hall, with Mark following closely behind. "I'm sorry, Keith, Scott was there in the showerroom when I got there. He grabbed me and kissed me before you walked in. *You* are the one I want. I like *you*! Please believe me." Keith stopped and looked at Mark. Those puppy dog eyes were pleading with him, begging for his forgiveness. He knew Mark was telling the truth, and he knew he couldn't stay mad at him. "Okay, I believe you. Why don't you go back to your room and I'll come by a little later once I've calmed down." Again, neither boy realized that everything they just said was overheard by Scott, who was already scheming for another way to keep the guys apart. A few minutes later, Mark heard a knock at his door. His heart leapt, hoping that it was Keith, coming by to visit him. When he opened the door he was shocked to find... "SCOTT!" "That's right, Mark. I'm sorry, but I can't let you be with Keith. You're too good for him. You need someone more experienced, someone better looking... someone like me." And once again he grabbed Mark and joined him in a kiss, his stomach rubbing hard against Mark's rapidly hardening dick. As luck would happen, Keith decided to stop by Mark's room at the same time. "Mark, I.... What the HELL is going ON here!?!?!?" "Keith! No! Please! Just listen to me..." "No, Mark, this is getting insane. You need to make a decision right here and right now. Do you want to be with me or with Scott?" "Yeah, come on, Mark. Do you really want this lame `let me help you come out' guy?" "Whatever! Mark, do you want this selfish `It's my way or the high way' fag?" Mark looked back and forth at the two boys. Scott, the little blonde, standing there with a cocky grin on his face, his arms folded across his chest, so confident and full of himself. Keith, the handsome dark-haired guy, standing there nervously, his eyes sad and turned down, his hands behind his back. "I want Scott." Mark finally said. Scott grinned broadly and looked right at Keith, who was about to burst into tears. "That's right. I want Scott.... to learn a little lesson." Mark said with an almost malevolent tone in his voice. Scott and Keith looked quizzically both at each other and then back at Mark. Mark slowly reached down and began unbuttoning his fly. With an evil grin on his face, he looked directly at Keith and winked. Keith, realizing what was on Mark's mind, smiled back. Mark nodded. Immediately, Keith slammed the door, locked it, and grabbed Scott's arms behind his back. Scott's eyes grew wide as he realized what was going on, struggling against Keith, but it was of no use, Keith was much stronger than him. Mark looked right into Scott's eyes and pulled his shirt off, then, still glaring at the helpless little blonde, yanked his pants and underwear down in one quick motion. With an awestruck gasp, both Keith and Scott stared as Mark's enormous nine inch, beer can thick uncut cock sprung up, slapping his muscular stomach. Mark's huge prick had been straining to be released all day, and now it stood proudly, it's dark red surface pulsating, a river of thick pre-cum pouring out the end of the fat purple mushroom head. "Holy SHIT!" Keith exclaimed. "And I thought *Keith* was hung!" An equally stunned Scott muttered under his breath. "That's right, Scottie, you think just because I'm coming out, I'm an idiot. I know all about guys like you. I wasn't born yesterday. And you know what, I think you're more clueless that I am. Me and Keith here need to teach *you* a lesson on how to be gay. Ain't that right, Keith?" "You got that right, Mark, Scott's been waving his little 'I don't bottom' ass around here too long. 'Bout time he got on the receiving end." "No, guys, please, I've never bottomed before, I can't, I don't want to get hurt." "Oh, I see, you can fuck all the asses you want, but you don't want to give up your own. Where I'm from, that's called being a selfish faggot." "Noooo! Please! I can't, and not with you, your cock is just too fucking big!" "Awww, come on baby, I haven't ever gotten any complaints. Besides, it's best to just get it all over with at once, like pullin off a band-aid. And I'll bet you'll be beggin for it by the time we're through." Tears, streamed down Scott's face, "Please guys, please don't do this. I'll give you both blow jobs, just don't make me do this, I'm scared." "Hmm... blow jobs, sounds good, right Keith?" Keith nodded. "Not a bad idea. Blow jobs are a great way to begin." An with that, Keith pushed Scott onto floor, in front of Mark. Scott looked up at the gigantic organ in front of his face, the mammoth balls hanging down heavily, swinging a bit as Mark pressed his big tool against Scott's face. Without realizing it, both Scott's hands reached up to grasp the giant, not able to reach completely around it's girth. The smell of pre-cum, of horny jock sweat, filled Scott's nostrils. His mouth opened wide, slowly coming down over the huge spongy cockhead, its huge size barely fitting in his mouth. "Come on, Scott, you can take it. I know what a fucking slut you are. After we broke up, I heard all about all the guys you hooked up with at the clubs. You should have no problem with this." Keith whispered in Scott's ear. Scott couldn't help himself. Mark's meat tasted so good. His throat opened and slowly, inch by inch, he swallowed all 9 inches. He deep throated Mark and he loved it! While Mark pistoned in and out of Scott's more than willing gullet, Keith took off his clothes, and began jacking his own thick, 8 inch cock. "Whew, that's a beauty, Keith! I'd love to take that for a ride some time. Little slut here doesn't know what he missed." Keith smiled and blushed at Mark's compliment. "Why don't you bring that baby over here?" Mark grabbed Keith's rod, and after a few jacks, plunged it into his own mouth, giving Keith a first rate blow-job while Scott nursed on his huge erection. All this action was making Scott hard. He was sucking a big cock, while another big cock was being sucked off above him. Scott pulled his pants down and began playing with his own skinny 7 inch cock. Mark seeing this, pulled Scott up by the hair. "WHAT A LITTLE SLUT WHORE YOU ARE! YOU LOVE BEING USED, DON'T YOU? WELL WE'RE JUST STARTING!" With that, Mark tossed Scott onto the bed. He and Keith tore Scott's clothes off and began roughly rubbing Scott's tight little body. Mark looked up at Keith and nodded to him again. Keith leaped up and sat on Scott's chest, pinning his arms, and shoved his leaking cock in Scott's mouth. Mark lifted Scott's legs, and opened the tight asscheeks with his thumbs, exposing the tiny, hairless hole. Mark started salivating as the tight pink hole puckered up, begging to be stuffed to overflowing. "Mmmm... I'm gonna love taking your cherry, you manipulative little fucker." Mark growled as he grabbed some lube from a drawer. Mark coated his cock, the tremendous pillar of flesh shined in the dim light. Mark spoke again. "You're lucky I'm even using lube. I could throw you a dry fuck, and you'd deserve it. But my monster could really rip you apart, and I'm not looking to do that -- I'm gonna teach you to enjoy this." The fear of what was about to happen gripped Scott once again, he began struggling wildly, unable to escape from underneath Keith, his head unable to move, Keith's big dick shoved deep down his throat. Mark lined his cock up at Scott's tiny opening and began slowly plunging it in all the way to the base. "Oooohhhhhh yeeeaaaahhhh.... tight.... so tight... so hot...." Mark sighed. With Mark's pleasure came Scott's pain. Screams erupted from blonde's throat, his body convulsing in agony. Soon a double assault began between the two boys, Mark and Keith's cocks sawed in and out of Scott's orifices. Within a few minutes, Scott's whimpers turned to mewls of pleasure, his hole was getting used to being so gloriously stuffed. Without realizing it, Scott started to buck back to meet the cock so wonderfully fucking his little butt. At the same time, he started sucking wildly on Keith's cock which was plunging in and out of his lips at a frantic rate. "I told you he'd love it, Keith! He's a born bottom. A real man's bitch! You want Daddy's big cock! Don't you?! Hey Keith, come here for a second..." Keith pulled his cock from Scott's mouth and wandered over to Mark, his engorged, jutting cock bouncing with every heavy step. Scott, out of his mind with lust, doesn't even notice the cock leaving him, his mind focused only on the thick girth plowing against his prostate. His eyes closed, his body jerked, he moaned with every violent thrust of the massive cobra up his ass. "Ohhh... big cock... yes, yes... big cock... more... I love it.... big fat man cock...." Mark casually rolled over, mounting Scott on top of him, the blonde's ass sitting on top of his tower of dickmeat. Mark began to lunge up, bucking his muscular ass off the bed, driving his cock as far as it could go up the gasping Scott's hole. After a few minutes of this, Mark grabbed Scott and pulled him down, kissing and licking all over the smaller boy's face. Mark held Scott tight in his arms, rutting up into the insatiable ass. "Yeah, baby, tell me you love it, tell me you love cock up your stuck up little slut ass!" "Oh God, I love it, Mark, thank you, God, I love it soooooo muuuuuuch!" Mark looked down and smiled at Keith, who was standing at foot of bed, lubing his erect cock. "You want more cock, don't you baby? You want more fat cock up your ass?" "Oh God, yes, Mark, I want moooore... I love your cock, gimme more!" "Hahahaha! Well, you asked for it, whore! Give it to him, Keith!" Scott looked up puzzled. Keith immediately lined his own big prick up on top of Mark's and plunged it mercilessly all the way up Scott's ass, double penetrating him on two jumbo man cocks. Scott threw his head back, screaming in pain. Tears streamed down his face. Mark lifted his head up and licked the tears from Scott's face. "Mmmm... tastes good." Scott tried to escape the excruciating torture, but he couldn't get away from the two stronger boys. Mark and Keith synchronized their fucking, their cocks held tight against each other as they plunged in and out of the obscenely stretched ass. Growing tired of the effort required to synchronize their fuck, the grunting youths began alternating in and out, rubbing their fat erections against each other in the hole. Scott, his ass now accommodated, and his cock-hunger taking over, once again started pushing back against the two huge cocks fucking his ass at the same time. Scott was getting close to cumming... he never realized how much he loved, needed, craved, fat cock to fuck his pretty ass. His balls started retracting. Mark noticed. "Haha, I think that's our cue, Keith." Both boys pulled out of Scott at the same time. Scott gasped, empty without the cocks. So close to cumming. Mark and Keith knelt near Scott's head, each boy had one hand pinning Scott's arms down, and one hand stroking their huge pounding cocks. "Please, please, let me cum, please!" Scott pleaded. "Okay, buddy, but you're our whore now, you know that? Our bitch. Our own personal fuck toy. You spread your legs for us whenever we tell you to, you got that bitch? Keith and I OWN your little ass now. Tell us we own you! Do it, SLUT!" "You own me, oh yeeeees.... I love your big cocks. I need them, I'm your bitch! Now LET ME CUM!" And with that, they let his arms go, and Mark and Keith simultaneously spewed their loads all over Scott's face. Scott's mouth opened wide, lapping it up, swallowing every spurt, some of it landing in his hair, on his cheeks, chin, shoulders, chest. The feel of all that jizz covering him triggered his own orgasm, his cum shooting all over his chest. All three boys slowly licked the cum off each other, and curled up under the covers. Scott, lying in between the two other boys, smiled as he falls asleep, both of his hands holding their half hard pricks. END *Love to hear from readers, feel free to e-mail comments, suggestions, criticism, etc to PhinnyGene@aol.com