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Characters:

Bradley van der Meer | Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, light brown hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Starting QB -- University Football team

 

Jon Swenson | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, neck-length, light blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 10"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Secretary-Treasurer -- PIΚΕ Social Cmte.; High School Football QB & Baseball

 

Kevin Striklin | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, medium length, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 170 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Wrestling

 

Taylor Harris | Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 180 lbs.; Striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; University Senior; Vice President -- PIΚΕ; RB -- University Football team

 

Tanner Harris | Caucasian; Age 17; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6'; 160 lbs.; Like his older brother, striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; Calhoun Academy (All-Boys, private school) Senior; QB -- Football team; Pitcher -- Baseball

Todd Dreyer | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 170 lbs.; University Senior; Member -- PIΚΕ; Rower -- University team

 

Colin Miller | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball

 

Matt Jensen | Caucasian; Age 20; Short, white-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 160 lbs.; University Junior; Secretary -- PIΚΕ; Wrestler -- University Wrestling team

 

Luke Jost | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, brown hair; 6' 2"; Brown eyes; 170lbs.; University Senior; Treasurer -- PIΚΕ; Football (Sidelined) University team

 

Ryan Cook | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, light auburn hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE); High School Football & Baseball

 

Dylan d'Abaco | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 0"; 170 lbs.; Olive completion (Italian); University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team

 

Chase James | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark blonde hair; Light gray-green eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team; Boarding School Rugby

 

Mason Alexander | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, brown hair; Brown eyes; 5' 11"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball

 

Chris Flynn | Irish-American descent; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Gray eyes; 6' 1"; 165 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball

 

Tyler Harman | Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.; High School Football (RB) & Baseball

 

Jake Harman | Caucasian; Age 19; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Dark brown eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; High School Football (RB) & Baseball

 

Dave Lembi | Caucasian; Age 20; Straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.; High School Football & Baseball

 

Tyrese Lundsford | Biracial (Black/Asian); Age 22; Short, curly, black hair; Brown, Asian-shaped eyes; 6' 3"; 225 lbs.; University Senior; Vice President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas); TE -- University Football team

 

Terrell Lundsford | Biracial (Black/Asian); Age 18; Buzz-cut, black hair; Brown, Asian-shaped eyes; 6' 1"; 190 lbs.; TKE pledge; High School Football (RB)

 

Darnell Ramsey | African-American; Age 21; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 210 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)

 

Deshawn Davis | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)

 

Trevon Whiteley | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 6"; 215 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)

 

Jonah Erickson | Caucasian; Age 18; Curly, blonde hair; Gray eyes; 6'; 155 lbs.; University Sophomore; High School Basketball & Baseball

 

Officer Trey Douglas | African-American; Age 23; Short-fade, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs. Lives with Victoria Sprouse with whom he has one child. Has an ex-girlfriend with whom he has two children.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

 

Officer Akihiro Takahashi | Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 170 lbs. Married, with two children.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

 

Officer Justin O'Hare | Irish-American descent; 23; Crew-cut, medium red hair; Pale blue eyes; 6' 2"; 185 lbs. Married to Kristi and expecting their first child.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

 

Jeff Sorenson | Caucasian; 33; Slicked-back, blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Married, with a two-year old girl and a 5-year-old boy; Attorney at the law firm representing the business interests of Kevin Striklin's father

 

Wade Johansen | Caucasian; 31; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs and a thick, 5" beard; Dark brown eyes; 6' 4"; 215 lbs.; Heavily muscled. Married and divorced three times, with (at least) five children (of which he's aware).; Convicted felon: Aggravated rape, Statutory rape, Armed robbery, Possession and sale of Class 2 and 3 drugs

 

Logan Johansen | Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; Heavily muscled.; University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Wrestler -- University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen

 

Brendan Penner | Caucasian; 22; Straight, light-brown hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; WR -- University Football team

 

Trent Lockridge | Caucasian; 21; Blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Backup QB -- University Football team

 

Zach Lembi | Caucasian; 18; Long, light-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs.; University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); High School Football & Baseball; Younger brother of Dave Lembi (from Jon Swenson's hometown)

 

Cameron Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 18; Short, straight, blonde hair; Brown eyes; 6'; 175 lbs.; High School Football, Basketball, & Baseball

 

Caleb Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 16; Neck-length, straight, light blonde hair; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 145 lbs.; High School Junior; Lacrosse & Baseball

 

Carver Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 13; Straight, medium-length, blonde hair; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 135 lbs.; 8^th Grade; Junior High Soccer, Basketball, & Baseball

 

Victoria Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 36; Long, straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 9"; 120 lbs.; Barbie doll figure; Mother to Cameron, Caleb, Carver, and Officer Douglas' baby boy

 

Jeff Sprouse | Caucasian; 36; Dark blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Divorced; Father of the Sprouse boys; Partner at a regional law firm

 

Finn Michelsen | Caucasian; Age 17; Short, straight, light brown hair; Gray eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Lacrosse, Basketball, & Baseball

 

Noah Hansen | Caucasian; Age 16; Short, straight, black hair; Blue eyes; 5' 11"; 160 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Football & Baseball

 

-- Chapter 12 --

Jeff Sprouse wanted the job of State Attorney General, but more importantly, he didn't want his sons to know anything about what Trey had done to him. Trying to block the little he did recall, Jeff was unable to bring himself to think about it as anything other than `the event' or `the situation', but two days later, his cell was bombarded with pics and videos of his rape and debasement, bringing to light much about `the event' which had been unknown to the handsome 36-year-old. The up-and-coming attorney realized then his hopes at public office were over, and his focus now was keeping the monster at a distance and praying Trey didn't reveal anything to his sons.

Mr. Sprouse politely confronted the doorman, asking why he'd allowed the policeman access to the elevators that night, but when the old man answered that Trey--dressed in uniform--said he had business to discuss, Jeff realized the matter was far more complicated. You see, it wasn't necessarily unusual for representatives of the police or local highway patrol to come to his condo to discuss certain matters. It didn't happen regularly, but it did happen...and it was necessary on occasion due to their conflicting hours. And that's when he decided to move to another condo.

The City Chief of Police knew about Trey's involvement with Jeff's ex-wife. (Who didn't, by then?) So, he didn't think too much about it when Mr. Sprouse asked him to put Trey on double shifts on-campus the day of his move, stating flatly Trey had been interjecting himself in personal matters between he and Victoria and that he didn't want Trey showing up at his new residence. Jeff asked the Chief not to reprimand or discipline Trey, as it would make the situation between he, Victoria, and the boys more difficult than it already was. That was the extent of the conversation, resulting in Trey working double shifts at the university, unaware of his prey's escape.

In lieu of direct communication with his ex-wife or sons, Jeff Sprouse enlisted his parents, who--while they disapproved of Victoria--had kept their thoughts and feelings to themselves over the years, making them the ideal conduit and stand-in for the boys' father until such time as Jeff could determine how to proceed. Indeed, the elder Mr. and Mrs. Sprouse thought the situation strange but decided the less they knew, perhaps the better, though, what the grandparents thought would be a short-term affair was now going on five months the day Caleb showed up at the law office.

* * * * * * * *

By the time Mr. Sprouse got back to the office, having just represented Wade Johansen at his first hearing, it was nearly 1:00 p.m., and alone together in his office, the 16-year-old broke down in sobs, begging his father to let him live with him. Caleb couldn't bring himself to mention the sexual abuse, as he didn't want his father to think less of him. However, the boy did describe the general incident, including how Trey screamed, tore up his room, and slapped him, searching for non-existent pot. Of course, there was no way on earth Caleb would mention Carver's apparent obsession with his older brother's hard, round, smooth globes nor the lies Trey spewed that morning about Jeff himself, revering his dad above all others.

The takeaway for Mr. Sprouse was that Trey had lost his temper with Caleb, striking the boy--something the attorney found abhorrent--but there was nothing sexual going on inside his former home. Having this limited perspective, Jeff deduced there was little he could do at the moment, and, fearing some retribution from the young cop in the form of those pics and videos, the attorney thought it best to limit his involvement in this particular event. After a late lunch with Caleb at a nice restaurant downtown, Jeff decided to take the boy to stay with his parents for a while. Jeff's mom had a way with Victoria, knowing exactly how to handle delicate matters without directly mentioning them. Let's face it, though: Victoria wasn't the sharpest pencil in the drawer, and the older Mrs. Sprouse was wise, well-spoken, outgoing, and very intelligent--able to walk circles around Victoria without the pretty blonde even realizing with what she'd agree and why.

Alone with his son in the grandfather's den, Jeff found another disturbing aspect of the story, besides Trey's screaming and violence, that concerned him, and this was the involvement of Logan Johansen. He didn't much care for his oldest son, Cameron, being friends with one of the Johansens, but Cameron and Caleb were very different people--the former being able to standup for himself and the latter, more introverted and easily led.

"So... you're hanging out with Logan Johansen now...smoking pot? How'd that come about, Caleb?" he asked his son quietly.

"No," the boy began, "I just ran into him in a bookstore downtown. That's all. Logan just wanted to go somewhere to talk...to hear what was new with Cameron...so he suggested we go back to the house. I didn't know we'd end up smoking," Caleb stated, adding hastily, "but it's the first time I've ever had marijuana, I promise!"

"I believe you, son, but you see how quickly that spun out of control, right? And now Carver wants to try it, a-n-d he knows who to see to get some. And that boy is too young and immature to handle marijuana responsibly."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I really didn't know anything like was going to happen. The one good thing is Carver and Logan don't like each other, so he probably won't approach Logan to get weed," Caleb reasoned.

"Carver is a ... a crafty-type, though. Do you see what I mean? I wouldn't put it passed him to talk one of his friends into approaching Logan for a bag. You know?" Jeff paused, a cloud of concern glazing his eyes. "I wish I were there to keep a close eye on Carver ... I wish things had worked out differently between your mother and me. You know we both love you and your brothers beyond words, don't you?" Mr. Sprouse's voice faltered, looking very close to losing control.

Caleb walked around the desk, hugging his dad.

The boys were growing up too fast. Caleb was a young man, really, and Cameron was across state in college. And Jeff grieved things were as they were ...being separated from his boys.

Regaining his composure, he stated quietly, "I don't think it's a good idea to hang around college boys, so I don't think it's good for you to buddy-up with Logan Johansen. You can make your own mind up about these things, though. I'm not saying you can or can't. But!" he looked sternly into Caleb's eyes, "One thing I do prohibit is your bringing Logan Johansen--or older boys--into your grandparent's house! Do you hear me?" Caleb nodded. "There'll be no girls in here either, okay?" His father continued, "You must respect your grandparents and act accordingly in their house. They're getting too old to be made to worry about these sorts of things. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad, I do," Caleb acknowledged.

"I know I can count on you." Mr. Sprouse paused, thinking for a moment. "Now, you know this isn't a long-term solution, right? Ultimately, your mother will insist you come home. We'll get the message across--very clear--that Trey cannot raise his voice in the house or touch you boys again, okay?" He searched Caleb's eyes, looking for assurance the boy still believed in him.

"But h-o-w, Dad? Are you going to talk to him?" Caleb questioned, uncertain anything could change Trey ... except, maybe, his mother kicking the cop out.

"That's for us adults to figure out, but we will get the message across. Believe me, Caleb."

The kind, polite 16-year-old smiled with anything but confidence written on his face, as his father rose, hugging him.

Watching Jeff Sprouse saying `goodbye' to he and his grandparents at the back door, Caleb was certain of one thing: his dad was totally straight. All that crap Trey said about him were ugly lies. Yes, his dad was strikingly handsome and kept himself fit, but so what? He didn't sound gay or walk gay. His dad had a warm, firm baritone...made for a courtroom. If anything, Caleb couldn't imagine his dad having sex, period.

Upstairs in the bedroom, his phone dinged. Caleb pulled the phone out of his pocket and watched a slip of paper flutter to the floor below. The message was from Logan: "Dude, it was so cool seeing you and being back in the house yesterday! Brought back a lot good memories. Can't wait to hangout again! We're gonna be tighter than I was with Cam. Stay cool."

Caleb's cock came alive in his briefs. He reached into his jeans and straightened his cock, providing momentary relief, then picked the paper from the floor, before sitting in an armchair near the bed. On the paper was Marie's number with a message, "I can open your eyes to a whole new world, Sweetness. Call me."

The hot 16-year-old did not want to be gay or even bisexual. Popping the buttons on the fly of his jeans, Caleb closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his warm, hard cock, jacking it slowly. He closed his eyes and slumped in the chair, as memories of cock flowed one-after-the-other. Images of Logan's huge, beautiful cock flowed across the backs of his eyelids, as his mouth watered, recalling the sweet taste of its thick, white cream. (Caleb could almost smell the older boy's dense thatch of dark auburn pubes.). Then came the memories of the university's quarterback, Brad van der Meer, dragging Caleb into that restroom stall at work--another specimen-sized cock! And, of course, there was Finn, breaking into the stall, making him suck his cock too. Caleb very much disliked Finn, but why was he drawn to his teammate and nemesis. Finn was hot. A big dollop of clear precum belched from his cockhead, wetting his seemingly uncontrollable fingers. Caleb had sucked Finn's balls, and he yearned for them in his mouth at that moment.

This was getting wa-a-ay out-of-control, the hot 16-year-old thought. Maybe a few sessions with Marie, breaking his hetro-cherry, would clear these graphic thoughts from his brain. Yeah, Marie mentioned that threesome-crap with her boyfriend, the cop, but Caleb would tell her he wanted no part of that. He picked up his phone and texted, "If we hook-up, will you promise not to say anything to Dad??"

The reply--a simple `yes'--came almost instantaneously.

Caleb replied, "I don't want that cop there, though."

"Sure, honey, you're the boss," came the response, "Can you come tonight? 761 Richmond Ave, #201"

`Hmm, she lives close to downtown,' Caleb thought. "No, I'm at my grandparents' tonight. It would have to be after school tomorrow at 4, and I'd have to be back here by 6 at the very latest."

`I'd have to leave work early, but that's no problem,' Marie pondered, `Not with what I've got over his dad.' "Sure thing. See you tomorrow around 4. We're gonna have a great time, Stud!"

Caleb was nervous. He didn't know anything about this Marie, except that she'd fucked a lot of dudes, including his dad. `My dick is gonna be where my dad's has been', Caleb glowed inside, finding the thought both reassuring and erotic. Just as his brain involuntarily began imagining his dad's cock, the handsome boy's grandma called up the staircase, announcing dinner.

Marie smiled to herself, scrolling through her contacts, and finding the number, she texted, "U work tomorrow?"

"Yep," came the reply.

"When u get off?" she asked.

"Got the early shift, 7 -- 3. But I'll have reports, so prob can't get there until 4:15 -- 4:30."

"Perfect. Got some virgin red meat for you. ;) Ur gonna love it!"

"4 real? Ur woman enough for me, babe!"

"Nah, this is some sweet boypussy for ya--a hot little jock."

"No way! I'm so hard now!"

"Ur a-l-w-a-y-s hard! LOL See ya tomorrow, stud. Don't knock, just wait outside until I let you in." Marie smiled broadly to herself, imagining the scene tomorrow. `The boy may look like a straight, teenage jock, but there's something about his eyes that says otherwise. Justin's gonna eat him alive!'

* * * * * * * *

The TKE house was the `party house'. It rivalled PIKE in terms of popularity and size, but it did not rival PIKE in terms of overall GPA or the number of bluebloods. Dylan d'Abaco, Chase James, Jake Harman, Jonah Erickson, and Terrell Lundsford were all friends and TKEs, except Jonah, and all were sophomores, except Terrell, who was a freshman, pledging TKE. They hung out together, going to bars and restaurants (if you call places like pizza joints and sandwich shops restaurants), playing video games, attending frat parties, and the like. However, every group of friends has different dynamics within that group, and some members are closer than others.

Interestingly, two of these TKEs--Jake and Jonah--had connections with Jon, coming from the same, small, rural hometown, graduating in the same high school class. (It's a small world, after all.) These rural areas in the Midwest--with their Dutch, Scandinavian, and Germanic roots--can really produce some good-looking, corn-fed studs, and New Holland County was no exception. Of course, you know what a hot piece of ass Jon is, so let's introduce you to Jake and Jonah.

Whereas Jon was quiet and well-mannered, Jake Harman was the opposite, being athletic, outgoing, ...and arrogant. He was hot and smart, and. he. knew. it. We've all known someone like that. Half the time, they're either not as hot as they think they are or as smart as they give themselves credit. However, as reluctant as we may be to admit it, the reality is a small percentage of these SOBs that as they advertise. Of course, if you were a chick, Jake would use slightly more finesse, if he thought your panties were good enough to get into. Otherwise, he wouldn't give you the time of day.

Jake was taller and broader in the shoulders than Jon, standing 6'1" to Jon's 5'10", with neck-length, brown hair he wore pulled behind his ears and dark brown, `bedroom' eyes (as the babes enamored with him referred to them). Their athleticism and length and style of hair was about all Jake and Jon had in common ...well, and their intelligence, with Jon coming out on top in that arena, being class valedictorian to Jake's salutatorian. As aggressive and competitive as Jake was, don't think for a minute that didn't burn him, especially considering he frequently edged-out over Jon. For instance, while Jon served as vice president of his senior class and treasurer of the Student Council, smooth, arrogant Jake, served as president of both bodies. So you can already see from this lifelong competition why the two were (sort of) `friendly' but not really friends. They certainly didn't seek out each other's company.

Jonah Erickson was a hottie as well, standing couple of inches taller than Jon at an even 6', with gray eyes and a mess of curly, blonde hair that he kept a little longer than his dad would've preferred, covering his ears. Unlike the others, Jonah lived at the furthest edge of their school district--12 miles from town, and having only sisters, his dad worked him hard on the farm, though the man would've kept in on a short leash regardless. You see, Mr. Erikson's father had been part of an Amish community there in the county but had left as a young man (and been subsequently shunned the rest of his life). The thing is, as much as we wish we were different from our parents, we sometimes have more in common with at least one of them than we'd prefer admitting. Thus, from one generation to the next in the Erickson family, conservative values and old-fashioned ways of doing things were passed. Indeed, they more or less lived like Amish, with Grandma and Grandpa Erickson living in a house next to theirs on the farm.

Jonah took more after his mother, though--she having been a `townie', not Amish--and with her intervention, beginning in junior high Jonah was able to play on both the basketball and baseball teams ...but just so, meaning old man Erickson expected him home immediately after practices and games, never attending the games himself to signal his disapproval. What with all the old-fashioned ways of farming and not being able to come into town on the weekends, the boy simply didn't have much time in high school to hang out with anyone, though he liked Jon well enough, being a fellow teammate.

The competition between Jon and Jake did not extend to Jonah, because, while certainly hot enough, the curly-haired young man was hardly ever in town and, thus, able to chase pussy...much to Jonah's frustration. Jon's farm, on the other hand, was on the edge of town, making him virtually a `townie' with plenty of opportunity to chase skirt, giving Jake a run for his money. The competition between the two extended to their sports teams as well, Jake being determined to be the best at everything. Jon being the school's quarterback both his junior and senior years, pissed Jake off to no end, for, while still on first string, playing running back was not the coveted position Jake desired.

There were, however, deeper psychological reasons for Jake's dislike and distrust of Jon dating back to their sophomore year on the high school football team together. Jake's older brother, Tyler, was a senior and quarterback on the team that year, and Jake stood in the locker room showers watching, the day Tyler and Zach Lembi's older brother, Dave, pushed Jon face-first against the tiled wall, taking turns finger-fucking the hot blonde's hard, round ass. The fact Jon walked around since, having had two other dudes' fingers deep inside his ass was bad enough--an act grossly emasculating in Jake's mind--but the fact the act had made Jon hard was another matter altogether. What was even more embarrassing was the fact that when his brother turned Jon around to show the others the effect his finger-fucking had on the young, blonde jock, not only was Jon hard, but Tyler was rock-hard himself. The whole, fucking incident was very gay and extremely embarrassing to Jake. In fact, it was so embarrassing, that evening, Jake and Tyler got into a big fight in their shared bedroom after Jake accused his older brother of being gay for sticking his finger inside another dude's ass then getting hard himself. At first, Tyler laughed it off, telling his little brother he was just jealous and yearned for a good finger-fucking himself, but when he edged closer to Jake, offering his little brother his services, the fists went flying. Tyler being much bigger than Jake at the time, quite a ruckus ensued, ending with their father bursting into the room, grounding them both.

To this day, Jake thought of Tyler and his `bro', Dave Lembi, as being complete jackasses and total losers. After all, neither went on to college, and what's worse, his brother had never left the farm, still working for their dad. Dave, on the other hand, got a girl four years older than him pregnant and was now married with a toddler, working as a lineman for the electric company back home. Apparently, the fact Dave's wife came from a half-way descent family, had a college degree, and worked as a chemical engineer at a city about an hour from their hometown meant little to Jake. (I think most would say Dave Lembi had a fairly good thing going, her being the breadwinner.) To his defense though, Jake did have a point: Dave and Tyler were still friends and still ran around together, hitting on women at the local beer joint ...as though Dave had no responsibilities in the world. Jake thought them both pathetic, having gnawing suspicions about why they spent so much time together.

So, while Jake spoke to Jon whenever they happened to run into each other on campus, the former looked down his nose at the latter, with Jon pretending not to notice Jake's condescension. In fact, the last time they ran into each other a few months back, Jon even asked about Tyler and Dave, which really threw Jake. After all, w-h-o would ask about a couple of losers who'd once had their fingers inside his shitter?? Jake reasoned Jon was surely gay for even thinking about the two older dudes. After parting ways, however, the memory of the shower incident played through Jake's brain again: his older brother, holding Jon from behind--both wet and naked--while Dave Lembi drew everyone's attention to Jon's (sizeable) hard-on jutting out. The maddening thing about the memory was that it made Jake's cock hard, imagining what his brother must have felt having his cock wedged between Jon's two, awesome globes ...and, indeed, they were awesome as reluctant as Jake was to admit it.

The TKE bros, Chase James and Dylan d'Abaco, came from the same large city and had gone to the same private, all-boys, boarding school. They'd been friends for years now and would probably be tight the rest of their lives. Both had been on their private school's rugby team and were on that for the university as well. Coming from pure Italian lineage, Dylan had smoldering looks and was seemingly tan year-round. Tall and broad-shouldered, his body rippled with muscles from all the time he spent working out, and his dark brown eyes sparkled from all the filth he was constantly thinking. Set into those tan-complected cheeks were a pair of dimples which he used to his advantage, fucking coed babes in the most outrageous, including once in the men's room of Schaeffer Hall, the Liberal Arts building.

Just as much a pussy magnet, Dylan's best bro, Chase, was quite the stud as well, having dark blonde hair and gray-green eyes, and being a couple inches taller, Chase was slightly more muscular and decidedly more intelligent, often having to help his `dumb jock' buddy with papers and other assignments over the years. While Dylan was more gregarious of the two, Chase was definitely the brains behind the mayhem. For example, it was the strapping, dark blonde jock who talked Dylan into fucking that chick in the men's room, ushering other dudes inside to watch. Whether partaking or orchestrating, sex, not rugby, was Chase's favorite pastime, often pairing-up with Dylan to jointly seduce some hot, unwitting sorority babe then spit-roasting the bitch in their room upstairs at the frat house. Chase held a broader view of sexuality, however, which had nearly landed him in trouble a few times during his private school days.

Going through puberty and becoming a man while at a private, all-boys school would be challenging for most boys, so you can hardly blame Chase for the many times he forced another boy--totally straight or otherwise--to suck his cock or bend over for him. Of course, there was a-l-s-o the incident involving the married, 28-year-old math teacher and rugby coach, who Chase somehow managed to seduce and fuck. The young, muscular math teacher and coach, Randy Coble, hadn't one gay thought in his head...that is, until 16-year-old Chase started working on him, gradually changing the young coach from a self-assured jock to a stammering man whose legs felt like rubber when alone with the boy. Sadly thereafter, the only way Randy could (somewhat) successfully fuck his wife was with his eyes closed, remembering Chase's face or the feeling of the young stud's awesome, 11-inch cock smacking his newly discovered sex nut over-and-over again. It was very sad, indeed, forever changing the way the 28-year-old coach and teacher looked at other men and boys, upending his plans for a totally straight life.

The fifth young man in this group of friends comprised of Jake, Jonah, Dylan, and Chase was Terrell Lundsford, a biracial freshman pledging TKE. Now, this is pretty odd: a freshman pledge being treated almost as an equal among three actives. The reason--besides Terrell's charm--was his older brother Tyrese, a senior and star tight end on the university's football team. (No one makes friends quicker than fame.) Terrell wasn't as big as his older brother--6'1" to Tyrese's 6'3"--but all the same, was a first string running back on his high school's football team. He simply didn't have quite the athletic skill that propelled his big brother, being more talented academically instead (not to mention more handsome).

Their father was Black, while their mother was Korean, so both brothers were lighter skinned in addition to having Asiatic eyes. Unlike his older brother, Terrell had a smooth, flawless face with deep dimples and perfect, white teeth he flashed every time he smiled. While being more handsome, Terrell also differed from his brother in that he preferred the company of White people, especially White chicks. Thus, he pledged a predominantly White fraternity, much to the dismay and anger of his father and older brother--Tyrese being VP of the all-Black fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha. In the end, though, brothers are brothers, and Tyrese, being protective, encouraged his younger brother to hang out occasionally with he and his fellow teammates ... which brings us back to the reason Chase, Dylan, Jake, and Jonah were so interested in hanging out with Terrell, a freshman pledge.

Really, `the odd man out' in the group of friends was Jonah, not being in a frat and being the first in his family to attend college. While certainly excited to have fun (being out from under his oppressive father's thumb), Jonah had neither the money nor desire to pledge a frat. You see, his eagerness to have fun was tempered by his various insecurities. As a freshman the previous year, living at the large university marked the first time Jonah had ever stayed outside the home in which he grew up--an experience he found frightening, though he tried his best not to let this show. The university town was so-o-o large compared to his hometown and filled with people from such different backgrounds and races. What's more, not being quite as bright as his fellow classmates, Jon and Jake, Jonah was constantly worried about succeeding in college. Consequently, Jonah found himself sort of clinging to Jake, seeking his advice, direction, and companionship. For his part, Jake grew to appreciate having Jonah around, if nothing more than being the brunt of his frequent mockery. In other words, it was a rather co-dependent friendship. If only Jon hadn't been going through such a ruthless pledge year, he'd have had more time for Jonah and built a closer relationship, but now in their sophomore year, the die was set; Jake needed Jonah to be his `fall guy', and Jonah needed the guidance and stability of his (perceived) friendship with Jake.

What a rich, interconnected world, this midwestern university! Jake Harman, Jonah Erickson, Jon Swenson, and Zach Lembi are all from the same town, all know each other, and all know things about each other--good and, well, not-so-flattering. Dylan d'Abaco, Chase James, and Kevin Stricklin come from the same, large city, and all, coincidentally, attended the same private, all-boys, boarding school. Then, there are the Johansens. Logan was best bros with Cameron Sprouse, and now his DNA swims forever inside Cameron's younger brother, Caleb. In addition, Logan's big cock has nested several times inside Victoria Sprouse's beautiful, blonde pussy...and so, of course, has that of Trey Douglas. While Trey's cock regularly finds itself inside Victoria, it's also now found its way inside her ex-husband, Jeff. Besides Victoria and Trey, Jeff Sprouse has also slept with his receptionist, Marie, who's slept with everyone. Okay, not e-v-e-r-y-one, however, she is sleeping with both her boyfriend, Wade Johansen, and his sometimes guard, Officer Justin O'Hara. Finally, because of his unfortunate one-night stand with Marie, Jeff Sprouse is now representing Wade Johansen, who--in addition to Justin O'Hara--is guarded occasionally by Trey Douglas. It's such a small, complicated world, so keep up with me, bitch.

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To say Trey was pissed, finding out Caleb would be staying with his grandparents for a while, was an understatement. He seethed underneath his smiling facade. However, from as best he could determine from his airhead girlfriend, the boy had not gone to see his father nor was Mr. Sprouse involved in this development: `The bitch better not be involved in this!' the hot, young cop thought.

To say Carver was pissed was likewise an understatement. He'd counted on making his older brother's hot, round ass his personal, nighttime fuck-pillow. First, he grilled his mom as to how long Caleb would be at their grandparents, then, being dissatisfied with the vagueness of her answers, the handsome 13-year-old tried unsuccessfully lobbying Victoria to let him join Caleb there. (My god, he was horny!) Carver was so annoying that Trey finally sent him to his room during the middle of dinner, and alone in his room, 13-year-old hottie texted his brother, "Bitch, why the fuck are you staying at Grandma's?? Send me a fuckin pic of your ass!"

"Fuck. Off." came Carver's one and only reply, despite the countless texts he continued sending Caleb that evening. Finally (and reluctantly), Carver texted Cameron, away at college, trying to enlist his help while being careful not to mention Logan's involvement in the story--Logan being Cam's best friend. You see, Cameron a-l-w-a-y-s seemed to find a way of thwarting Carver's plans, and the 13-year-old hoped to use Logan--directly or indirectly--as his connection for weed. (Did Mr. Sprouse know his youngest son or what??)

Distracted and self-absorbed, Cameron at first rolled his eyes, getting his youngest brother's text, thinking, `Big deal. Trey and Caleb had it out, and now, Caleb's at Grandma's. So fucking what??' Ten minutes later, having struck out with the babe he'd been hitting on, Cameron re-read the text and thought, `Wait, what?? Caleb's smoking weed now??' It was sort of like hearing the Virgin Mary took all comers, what with Caleb being perceived by his brothers as being the `perfect' son--never being in trouble, never giving their parents any grief. Carver's message now had Cameron's full attention. First, he wondered where Goody Two-shoes got his weed. Most dealers Cam knew would steer clear of selling to someone so strait-laced as Caleb, suspecting a set-up or trouble somehow. Secondly, he couldn't figure out why Carver--the one always wanting 100% of their mother's attention--would want Caleb home. `There's gotta be something in it for him,' Cameron thought, immediately realizing the answer: the conniving little cunt wanted access to Caleb's dealer! (Well, he had it right in-part, not knowing anything about Carver using Caleb's ass as a humping pillow.) At any rate, Cameron guessed the Caleb he knew anyway would definitely not let their 13-year-old brother have any pot, so the little shitass would no doubt be hounding Caleb for the source.

Cameron ignored Carver's texts, instead texting Caleb, "Where did u get the weed, faggot?" but, as Cameron ignored Carver, so Caleb ignored Cameron.

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The morning had not started off very well for Caleb. Ever since the night a week ago in the men's room at work when he'd sucked his first and second cocks--those of Brad van der Meer and Finn Michelsen--his high school nemesis had become more and more daring inside and outside school. Finn had gone from whispering filth in his ear once a day, to intentionally bumping into Caleb in the hallway, to sitting behind him in class rocking his desk, to texting and calling the hot, blonde youth at all hours, to combinations of all these methods and more, trying to get Caleb on his knees once again but having no success.

Despite his exceptional looks and popularity, Finn was still a virgin with not even a handjob to his name, no thanks to his strict, Catholic parents, who wouldn't even let him use a car yet, though he had his driver's license, and who made him take his little brothers along on movie dates. Things would've been bad enough for any hormonal teen, but, having also seen Victoria Sprouse's sweet, blonde pussy from four feet away at the game last year and having listened to his tight friend, Noah Hansen, recount his experiences with girls, poor Finn was about to lose his mind, not to mention the skin on his palm. Then came his lucky break, the night he discovered Caleb sucking Brad off in that restroom stall, and, of course, one blowjob would not be enough to satiate Finn's raging sex drive. The tall, handsome teen held two, significant trump cards in his hand, though: Caleb's adherence to norms and expectations and the blonde jock's extraordinary popularity.

That morning, as Caleb walked down the hallway toward his book locker, the color drained from his face, his stomach performing somersaults. His girlfriend, Ashley, leant against her closed locker, smiling and flirting with Finn, who had his back to Caleb as he approached. Immediately behind Ashley--much too close behind her--stood Noah Hansen with a hand on her shoulder. `What has Finn told her?' `Why does she seem to be enjoying their attention?' `Has Finn said anything about the blowjob to Noah?' `Why would Ashley let Noah grind his fuckin' junk into her butt?' All these questions and variations on them ran through hot teen's brain.

Time seemed to move in slow motion, as Caleb approached the scene. The first to spot him was Noah, who actually winked and licked his lips at the popular, blonde jock. The second to spot Caleb was Ashley, who blushed and quickly stepped out from between the two, other studs.

Clearly embarrassed, the big breasted brunette did a little wave at Caleb with her fingers, cheerily saying, "Heeey Caleb! Gotta run to the Home Ec room and talk to Mrs. Watson before homeroom. Talk to you later. K?"

Caleb half-nodded, silently expressing his displeasure and discomfort, then walked the few extra feet to his own locker at the very end of the hallway. He'd no sooner opened his locker than to his right, blocking the view from anyone down the hallway, leant Noah, whose sweeping, black fringe hung down into his deep blue eyes. An arm wrapped around Caleb from behind, as he was pushed headfirst inside the locker, as the momentarily mystery person ground his thick junk into Caleb's hard, round ass.

"O-o-o-o, yeah!!!" Finn whispered into Caleb's soft, blonde hair, "I could fuck this ass all day long and never get tired of it!! What'd you say, Noah??"

Caleb squirmed to push Finn off his back without success, when Noah reached inside, grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling his head backward. "Ow-w-w!" Caleb yelped.

Noah's mouth hovered over Caleb's ear, as Finn continued grinding his cock into the glorious, round butt. "Careful, bitch," Noah whispered, "You're gonna attract attention, then we're gonna have to share. And I don't like sharing ...well, present company excepted, of course." The dark-haired stud chuckled, acknowledging his bro, Finn.

"Funny, you never shared any of that pussy you were getting before!" Finn whispered hatefully.

"Well, that was real pussy," Noah justified. "You don't expect me to share real pussy, surely?"

"Whatever, dude," Finn whispered. "You didn't answer my question. I said I could fuck this ass all day long and never get tired of it. How `bout you??"

Noah whispered his reply into Caleb's ear. "I will fuck this ass all day long, and I can assure you I'll cry having to pull out." He released the wad of blonde hair.

Finn chuckled, then leaned into the back of Caleb's head, whispering "See, cunt?? If you were smart, you'd have sucked my big cock the first, fuckin' time I asked you. N-o-w, you're gonna have to suck two cocks!"

"Ashley," Noah reminded his friend.

"Yeah, and you're gonna break up with Ashley to-day! Got it, cunt??" Finn thrust his cock into Caleb's glutes for emphasis. "You're gonna break up with her, so Noah, here, can have a piece of her. If you don't... if you ignore me again... the whole fuckin' school is gonna hear that you sucked me and Noah here, even though mine's the only pole you've smoked," Finn hastily added, "that we know of, anyway! In other words, it's gonna be the word of two, popular dudes against--what I'm sure will be--the fainthearted protests of one. Do you have any doubt in your mind we won't do this, bitch??" Finn grabbed a fistful of the thick, white-blonde hair pulling Caleb's head backward while keeping it inside the locker. "Because if there's any doubt whatsoever left in your mind, we will clear that up right here and now, in this hallway. Right, Noah?"

"Yep! We'll do it right now, girl," Noah replied.

"Y-y-yeah, I-I'll do as you say," Caleb stammered, whispering weakly. With his heart was in his stomach, the blonde jock was sure he'd lose his breakfast inside the locker at any moment now.

Finn pulled on the hair again. "Oh-h-h, you're gonna have to do better than that, cunt."

"I'll do as you say, but you can't tell anyone else," Caleb begged. "Please, please don't tell anyone else!"

"As long as you do what we tell you, you've got nothing to worry about." Knowing Caleb couldn't see them, Finn smiled triumphantly at Noah, mouthing the word `yes'.

Hard and raring to go, Noah interjected, "Okay, let's seal the deal now. We've got 35 minutes before homeroom."

By a side door, the two boys led Caleb inside the old gym, used rarely now since completion of the new facility. Behind and to the right of the stage was a staircase leading to a large, crowded, storage room that, among other things, also provided access to the lights above the stage and curtain apparatus. With Finn leading the way and Noah bringing up the rear, the three boys trudged up the narrow stairs, entering the room smelling of dust and painted, canvas backdrops, of which there were countless, stretched across wooden frames and stacked upright, one next to another, waiting to be used again for the next play.

Also stored there were numerous props used over the years, among which was a disassembled, ornate, iron bed frame. Finn and Noah had obviously staked the place out and prepared for the event, for on the floor in a corner was a bare, full-sized mattress used for the bed prop. Having been stored upright, covered in plastic, the mattress wasn't dusty, but it smelled as much all the same and was thin, lacking much substance.

"Strip, bitch!" Finn ordered, adding, "and be quick about it! We don't have much time. Then get down on the mattress on your hands and knees!"

Caleb's eyes widened in fear. "I agreed to suck you, not let you fuck me!"

"Rel-a-x, dude," Noah purred in his smooth, deep baritone. "That's for another time. This time, I want you naked, on all-fours, sucking my big cock--the cock that'll be plowing your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend shortly."

"Why do I need to be naked, though?" Caleb tried reasoning. "We don't have time for all this!"

Finn grabbed Caleb by the shirt, pushing him against the door. Finn's light brown hair, sweeping down over his eyebrows, gleamed blonde in the room's stark lighting. Caleb had never denied the good looks of his nemesis, but nose-to-nose with Finn, the blonde jock saw clearly the reason girls drooled over the dude ...his smooth, clear skin ...those sparkling, gray eyes, whose irises (Caleb noticed at such close range) also had tiny, almost imperceptible flecks of brown ...and Finn's full, red lips, behind which stood a mouthful of the perfectly straight, white teeth. Finn's hot breath scented with peppermint filled Caleb's nose, as he spit, "Y-o-u don't ask the fucking questions! Y-o-u do as we say! Now hurry the fuck up and strip or I'll pop every mother fucking button on this shirt, and people will know shit is up with you. Got it??"

"Y-y-yeah," Caleb stuttered, feeling weak-kneed and consumed by those beautiful eyes.

Noah calmly stepped between the two, admonishing Finn, "You don't have to get rough with the girl," and then to Caleb, smoothing his shirt, "does he, babe?"

Caleb had never paid much attention to Noah, being the stud had never caused him any trouble, and he was taken aback by just how hot the broad-shouldered was. `How is it possible I've never noticed how hot he is? ...his voice ...those lips...' `Why am I thinking this stuff??' The conflicting thoughts repeated in Caleb's confused, whirling mind. "N-no," the blonde jock answered, as Noah pulled him against his warm body. Caleb's chin rested on Noah's shoulder, as the taller boy rubbed his back soothingly.

Noah pet Caleb's soft, blonde hair, winking at an angry Finn, as his other hand reached behind, groping Caleb's hard, round globes. Then he cooed his smooth, deep baritone into Caleb's ear, "We just wanna see that amazing butt of yours up close. K? You're gonna suck my cock, while Finn, here, gets an up-close look at your sweet pussy." There was no struggle now, and Noah knew he'd won-over the hot, blonde jock, feeling himself carrying more of Caleb's weight and the boy's hands now clutching his back for support.

"H-e-y! Why do y-o-u get to go first??" Finn argued, watching Noah's large hands squeezing Caleb's awesome, round glutes. "I'm the one who let you in on his little secret!" His cock having grown achingly hard watching Noah's seduction, Finn adjusted the front of his jeans.

"Exactly that." Noah stated firmly yet calmly, locking eyes with Finn. "For one, you've al-ready experienced his oral...talents. That's one. And for another, you fumbled the ball and were just about to lose the game. You couldn't handle our sweet, little girl with-out bringing me in to turn the game around. Think about that, Finn." Having `stuck it' to his bro, Noah twisted the knife a little deeper, "It's very little wonder you're a virgin."

"F-u-c-k you, Noah," Finn spat in resignation--a gloomy scowl covering his handsome face.

Noah gently pushed Caleb away, telling him to strip quickly, announcing, "We've only got 28 minutes now, thanks to Finn." The tall, dark-haired stud popped the button on Caleb's jeans, while the blonde jock unbuttoned his shirt.

As he squatted to pull the jeans and briefs down over the hard, smooth globes, Noah snapped, "Finn, come on and help."

Finn squatted behind Caleb, pulling down his pants, revealing the smooth, plump ass he'd eyed for years now, and the scowl on his face vanished, brightening with an expression of joy and wonder. "Fu-u-u-ck, dude," Finn moaned, "That's the hottest ass I've ever seen!" He'd pulled Caleb's jeans and briefs on down to the boy's ankles but seemed frozen, staring at his prize.

Noah untied Caleb's sneakers and removed them, while Finn remained captivated by the blonde jock's smooth, round globes. Noah snapped his fingers in his friend's face, "Yo! Lift his feet, so I can pull his pants off."

However, Noah had another surprise for his friend, waiting for Caleb to finish pulling off his t-shirt before revealing it. The handsome, dark-haired stud stood, turning Caleb around--the blonde jock's erect, eight-inch slab of meat narrowly missing Finn's mouth by less than two inches.

"What the fuck, dude?? You almost hit me in the mouth with his cock," Finn muttered. The sandy-haired jock hadn't stood since seeing Caleb's amazing butt, consumed by its beauty ...and its alluring scent.

Noah reached around, wrapping his hand around Caleb's thick meat, jacking the silky-steel cock. "See?? He wants this as bad as we do." The hot youth paused, whispering into the blonde hair, "Don't ya', Caleb? Are you gay for me, buddy?"

The handsome, blonde jock closed his eyes, humiliated, and mumbled, "I'm not gay. I'm only doing this `cause you're blackmailing me." Noah chuckled but withheld comment.

 

"Yeah, I can see he's hard," Finn murmured slowly, mesmerized by the clear bubble forming in the eye at the end of Caleb's cockhead, "but why are you jacking him off, bro?"

"'cause it feels so g-o-o-d, dude! Check it out while I get my pants off," Noah smiled, adding more directing, "Go on, dude! Wrap your hand around that a-w-e-some cock!"

That sounded so-o-o gay to Finn, but he knew Noah was anything but...having actually caught glimpse of him once last summer in action with Angela behind the dugout. (Finn would've stuck around to watch, but the bitch screamed at him to leave.) As the handsome, gray-eyed jock remembered the scene last summer--Noah's butt rising and falling in steady rhythm, as he drove his dick in-and-out of the redhead--the scent of Caleb's cock filled Finn's head. The dizzying scent--clean and fresh--had a faint fragrance the 17-year-old could not quite put his finger on, and before it actually registered with him, Finn had his hand wrapped around as much of the cock's thick base as allowed, slowly pumping the warm, silky skin around Caleb's cock up-and-down over its hard shaft.

Stunned at the realization the smaller, blonde jock was actually bigger where it counts, and stupefied by Caleb's pheromones, Finn slowly thought, `What a c-o-c-k ... Caleb's cock'. Holding another dude's meat in his hand for the first time--especially one so impressive--felt wildly erotic. Caleb's blonde pubes brushed softly against the back of Finn's hand, as he slowly pumped the great phallus. From between the lips of its tiny mouth, Finn watched a clear bubble grow in size before finally slipping out and dangling by a thread before finally landing on the crotch of his own jeans. The treasured memory of Victoria's beautiful pussy passed languorously through Finn's mind, followed by the connection with Caleb--how he'd emerged from that heavenly place. Now, in a quite fucked-up hallucination, Caleb morphed into Victoria--the most beautiful woman Finn knew--and, with his stunning gray eyes focusing less on the cock and more on the blonde pubes, the handsome 17-year-old longed to be face-first in that woman's pussy.

Finn's reverie was abruptly broken, as Noah turned Caleb away, walking him to the mattress and guiding the golden jock down onto his knees. Noah's hard meat looked identical to Caleb's, mirroring its length, straightness, and girth, the only difference being the color of his pubes, black. Finn's six-inch cock was suddenly inferior to both that of the cocksucker and of his best bro, and a wave of sadness washed over him.

Noah reached down, lifting Caleb's chin, forcing the boy to look him in the eye. "Listen closely babe. We're not leaving here until I cum, so if we're late to homeroom and the three of us come in with your face covered in cum, that's on you, not me. It would probably be a good idea for you to think sort-of like a girl and try to get me off as quickly as possible.

Besides, I've learned that pleasing someone else brings you your own pleasure. That's what I've experienced anyway. So, think of it that way--that you're giving me pleasure--and I guarantee you'll experience a surprising degree of gratification. In fact, I'd be willing to bet you'll lay in bed tonight, jacking-off, remembering how great my cock felt inside your mouth, and you'll cum, remembering the taste of my seed ...and you'll feel good, knowing you made me really happy."

Dejected, Caleb blamed himself for the `fucked-up mess' in which he found himself. He recriminated himself for not even trying to fight Brad van der Meer the night the quarterback dragged him into the stall at work ...'or at least screamed for help!' He was defeated but held out hope if he pleased these bullies, maybe they could keep the arrangement between the three of them until such time as they tired of him--'and they will get tired of me, once they get real girlfriends', Caleb reasoned.

Noah, seeing his friend still on his knees across the room staring blankly in his direction, shouted, "What are ya' doing, Finn?? Get the fuck up and get over here!" Finn snapped out of his trance, rose, and crossed the room--the inner third of his fair cheeks a shade of scarlet. "Get down behind our friend here and take a look her amazing pussy! You're right, it's as pretty as his mom's, I'll bet." (The tale of that night was cause for Noah's only regret for not going out for basketball, being one of the woman's many fans thinking her the hottest MILF around.) Looking back down at Caleb, Noah added, "Spread your knees, so Finn can get between your legs. Yeah, good girl. Now, lean forward and grab my ass. I fuckin' love it when chicks rub and squeeze my ass!"

As Caleb grabbed ahold of Noah's hard, round ass, the hot, dark-haired stud took a step backward, stretching the blonde jock further and presenting more of his fine ass to Finn. "Grab hold of those glutes and stretch `em apart, so you can see that sweet pussy. Oh man, isn't that something??"

Finn nodded--his eyes glazed-over, again being in that strange, thick-headed state. He watched his hands rubbing and gently groping Caleb's smooth, succulent melons, as saliva gathered between Finn's full, parted lips--drooling over the edge before the sandy-haired jock remembered to swallow. At a little more than a foot from Caleb's hard, round glutes, Finn was much too close to the primary source of the blonde jock's seductive scent, and he was already under its influence. The smooth, pale rosebud was beautiful--just like Victoria--and it seemed to be silently calling him ...drawing Finn closer, so he could hear it.

Noah had been set to feed his cock to Caleb's open mouth, but, seeing Finn in his present state, he put his finger to his lips, indicating silence from the blonde jock, and pointed to the mattress, signaling Caleb to get on his forearms. Then, Noah squeezed his big, fat cock, gathering a nice clump of precum on his fingers, and leaned over the prone 16-year-old, rubbing his thick cream over Caleb's beautiful, virgin star. He whispered to Finn, "See? She's even wet for you." As Finn continued staring at the glistening flower, Noah applied more of his rich goo to its lips. "She's sooo wet for you, bro. You gotta lap that cream up." Finn's face dropped to within four inches of Caleb's flower, now covered in a thick layer of clear, bubbly seed, so Noah placed his cummy hand on the back of his buddy's head, gently pushing Finn's face the remainder of the distance. "Eat her out, bro. Make her feel g-o-o-d!" And with that, Finn stretched out his tongue and began licking Victoria's beautiful pussy.

He finally got her! Finn's dream finally came true, as he groped the big glutes and lapped with increased urgence the woman's wet cunt--encouraged by her shudders, moans, and whimpers. No one...no one tasted as good as Victoria Sprouse, Finn concluded.

Noah dropped to his knees on the mattress in front of the golden jock, quite full of himself. Caleb arched his back, spreading his knees further apart in an effort to give more access to the amazing tongue. Thrashing his head from side-to-side, young Caleb was fucking delirious from the sensations Finn was providing. All Noah had to do was present his thick, eight-inch piece to Caleb's moaning mouth, and the hot 16-year-old was on it, sucking the fat head, rubbing its underside with his tongue. The teen seemed cock-crazy--not unlike his beautiful mother--twisting his head back-and-forth on Noah's awesome meat, sucking the sweet nectar it offered. The more Caleb needed the amazing goo, the more of the shaft he tried stuffing inside his mouth. You see, there was something about Noah and his cock that drove girls--and now, apparently boys--crazy.

"Holy shit," Noah gasped, "Slow down, babe. F-u-c-k, you're good! ...better than any of these bitches around here!"

But Caleb didn't slow down. A switch had been flipped inside his brain. He was his mother's son. On his elbows, Caleb squeezed and groped Noah's smooth, hard mounds--not because he'd been told but, rather, because the hot, teen jock needed more of Noah's awesome tasting cock inside his mouth.

Noah grabbed both sides of Caleb's face, intending to slow him down, but it was too late, feeling his cock slip inside the boy's hot, tight throat and his nose huffing warm air in his soft, black pubes. Noah was ecstatic now, losing control of the situation...and his words. "Oh-h-h fuck you, Caleb!!! You are amazing!!! No one has ever..." he halted, trying to keep himself from cumming, "...ever sucked me like this! You and I... You and I are gonna be spending a lot of time together from now on!" Caleb moaned around the cock--encouraged and gratified he was pleasing this young stallion.

The reverberations of Caleb's repeated moaning coupled with the milking of his hot throat muscles took Noah over the edge much sooner than he wished, and from deep in his balls, the first thick volley of cum rippled through the young stud's cock, smacking into Caleb's throat and sliding quickly down into his stomach. "Oh, fuck y-e-a-h!" Noah sighed loudly, yanking his meat from the clutch of Caleb's throat. "Eat my fuckin' cum, girl!" The dark-haired stud fired one, two, three, four more volleys one-after-the-other into the blonde jock's greedy mouth, while continuing to shoot lesser loads.

Try as he might, Caleb couldn't swallow fast enough. Goo and snot came out his nose, while globs of white and leaked out-and-around the juicy piece of meat in his mouth, dripping down onto the mattress below. In this moment, Caleb couldn't have been happier, milking the cock, as he squeezed and groped Noah's hard, fat ass.

Sated and with his cockhead now highly sensitive to the blonde jock's sucking lips and lolling tongue, Noah could take no more and pulled his meat reluctantly from Caleb's gifted mouth. He wasn't finished, though, having another card to play.

Noah bent down and placing his hands in Caleb's armpits for support, whispered into the soft, blonde hair hiding the boy's ear, "Put your arms around my neck and hold on tight. This show isn't over `til you get off, babe." With Caleb's hands locked around his neck and their faces side-by-side, Noah reached under the 16-year-old, wrapping his hands around the boy's thick, eight-inch slab, and rhythmically pumped. He dug his nose through the blonde hair until it reached Caleb's ear and began whispering--his hot breath and long tongue assaulting the erogenous organ.

"You like that, girl?" It was a rhetorical question, eliciting whimpers from the hot, young jock. With Finn moaning and carrying-on as he was, it was highly unlikely the sandy-haired jock could hear Noah's low whispering, and he certainly had no idea his friend was busy getting Caleb off.

The boy whimpered.

"Yeah? That's good... You're a hot stud, Caleb. Gotta hot bod... a hot face... a big, ole cock... and a butt that makes me fuckin' cream my jeans ... You listening, babe?"

Again, Caleb whimpered. With one hand around his cock and another digging through his soft pubes--not to mention half Finn's tongue inside his ass--it was impossible for Caleb to speak coherently.

"You wanna be my little bitch, Caleb? Suck my cock on a daily? Answer me, babe?"

"Uh-huh..." the blonde jock whiny-whimpered.

"You gonna let me fuck that hot ass of yours? ...come out to my car at lunch and ride this big cock of mine? ...let me fill your cunt full of cum? Huh??"

"Yeah..." Caleb whined. The blonde jock-boy was on sensory overload. He didn't know how much more of the tongue-in-ass, cock-milking, nip-twisting, and ear-slobbering he could take.

"You know what, dude?" the teen stud followed his whisper with a long lick up Caleb's soft, smooth cheek--his wet lips returning to rest on the boy's ear. "I'm gonna fuck you in the parking lot with half the school watching. Bet you'd like that, huh??"

"Yeah, yeah..." Caleb whimpered again, his head spinning.

"Cum for me, dude... Cum for me..." Noah's wet tongue drilled into Caleb's small ear, as he jerked the jock-boy's big cock, holding his other hand at its head.

Caleb moaned and whined into Noah's neck, shooting rope-after-rope of his thick, white goo into the dark-haired stud's cupped hand.

"Yeah, that's it! Give me your cum, girl... Fuckin' shoot that load! Fuckin' see what fun you and me are gonna have, Caleb??"

Both sweating like mad--their faces pressed cheek-to-cheek--Caleb's longer blonde hair was matted not only to his face but also to Noah's. "Okay, go back onto your forearms and keep that beautiful ass hiked up. Quickly, okay?" Noah whispered.

With Caleb down on his elbows and Finn's tongue digging up the blonde jock's ass, Noah poured Caleb's load--the part he caught anyway--into the top of the 16-year-old's inviting crevasse. Feeling the hot load running onto and around his nose, Finn pulled his tongue from the virgin rosebud and began lapping the thick, white goo as it rolled down.

Straddling Caleb's head now, Noah bent down whispering to Finn, while running the fingers of his clean hand through his bro's thick, sandy hair...soothingly, reassuringly. "Dude! the bitch is cumming buckets for you, dude! You're really turnin' her on! You lucky fuck, you!"

Coming from a reserved family, who didn't express affection readily, the fingers strumming through his hair made Finn feel somehow loved, not that he realized the owner of those fingers. It didn't really matter, though; Victoria's rich cream was the best thing Finn had ever tasted! Having eaten all visible signs of the inebriating goo--even lapping the curves of Caleb's firm globes for traces--Finn started back again for the young jock's smooth star when Noah's long fingers subtly tightened their grip in the 17-year-old's soft, thick hair, pulling his head backward.

"Dude, she fuckin' came in my hand! See??" Noah held his cupped hand in front of Finn's handsome face, right in front of his nose. The scent of of what remained of Caleb's seed filled the jock's brain, making Finn light-headed--his eyes rolling upward under closed lids, as he lolled tongue out, hungry. "Lick it up, man! You need this shit!"

Noah held his palm in front of Finn's tongue and guided his friend's head forward. As the jock's tongue lapped the dark-haired stud's palm clean, Noah's big cock hardened again. He stuck his fingers inside Finn's mouth, saying, "Lick `em clean, dude... Yeah, that's it... get in between `em and get `em nice and clean, bro." Noah began fucking his fingers in-and-out of Finn's sucking, moaning mouth, as his cock bounced in the air, ready for another go.

Lifting his knee over Caleb's head, freeing the hot, blonde jock, Noah whispered, "Get dressed and get out of here. You're late for homeroom, so go see Coach Samuels. Tell him I sent you to get a pass. If he gives you any shit, say, "Noah wants to know if you remember the color of his bedroom."

Up from the mattress now, Caleb began dressing, watching the incredible scene before him. Still finger-fucking his friend's face, Noah had lowered Finn's head ever downward--downward until the handsome jock was having to support himself with his hands on the mattress...on either side of Noah's knees.

Caleb was at the door, when Noah called to him in a loud whisper, "Wait, you're still my girl, right?" Scarlet flushed over Caleb's fair cheeks, as he lowered his face, nodding in the affirmative. "Cool, cool... Text me right now, so I have your number. It's ###-###-####." Digging his cell from his pocket, Caleb texted his name to the number and hit `send'. Hearing his phone ding, Noah added with a wink, "And Caleb, go to the restroom first and clean up, before you do anything." Caleb nodded and went through the door, closing it behind himself.

Inside, Noah yanked his fingers from Finn's wet mouth, slapping his friend, rudely bringing him out of his trance just as his handsome face was pushed into Noah's soft, fragrant pubes. Finn would learn many things that day in the storage room above the stage--all while feigning resistance and asserting his `straightness'. We know Finn was bluffing, of course, as the two boys were pretty much of equal size and muscle (though, admittedly, Noah spent slightly more time in the weight room than his friend). In other words, Finn could have successfully defended his virginity...if he'd really wanted. Instead, the sandy-haired jock left there that afternoon a very different person. All this, though, is another story.

* * * * * * * *

Poor Caleb... confused and sick to his stomach. Now, his head was r-e-a-l-l-y messed-up. He didn't want to believe he was gay or even bi, and he hated himself for doing the things he'd done. Four cocks now--Brad, Finn, Logan, and Noah!!! How could he have let any of this happen?? Yeah, Brad drug him into the stall, but he could have screamed for help. Why hadn't he?? Why had he allowed his little brother to use his hard, round butt as a humping pillow?? He was obviously seriously mentally ill, Caleb determined. The handsome boy shut himself in a stall and cried in the restroom before getting himself together and going to see Coach Samuels to the pass.

Coach Samuels, a mega-hot, 6'2", 24-year-old, who literally had almost all the girls in high school wetting their panties, was married to an equally hot brunette with whom he had a little baby, initially looked skeptical at Caleb. "Looks like you've been crying, Caleb. Anything wrong?"

Caleb looked away, answering, "No, sir. Just late to school. I don't know what you can do, but Noah Hansen said to come see you."

The coach's eyes widened ever so briefly before resuming his poker face--a game he loved and played every Wednesday night with his bros. "Noah sent you?"

"Yes, sir."

God, he loved this kid. Always so respectful...not to mention easy on the eyes. Samuels adjusted his football shorts, considering his words. Noah probably just sent the blonde jock `as a friend needing some help', the coach thought, `he surely hadn't told Caleb anything ...surely!' "Hmmm... I don't know how I can help you. It's nearly 30 minutes since homeroom."

"Um-m-m..." Caleb stalled, looking down at the floor. He'd never spoken in any way to an adult like this, and his teeth began chattering uncontrollably. "N-N-Noah... Noah wants to know if y-you remember the color of his r-room." He glanced up at the tall man, fearing a slap or the like. Never had he seen an adult blush like that--the scarlet moving quickly from the bottom of the coach's neck covering his cheeks.

Samuels turned his chair and sat down at his desk, pulling a pad of paper from the drawer. Without looking at Caleb, he said, "I don't really know what you're talking about. ... But whatever he told you, I hope you'll keep it to yourself." He began writing the note, saying Caleb had sprained his arm while working out earlier and that he'd had the boy stay, alternating cold and hot pads. He pushed the note to the side of the desk where Caleb stood without looking up, but he kept his hands on the note, keeping it pinned to the desk. "What did he tell you, Caleb?"

"Nothing, sir. Just that question," Caleb said quietly, seeing clearly how upset the young man was.

Still looking down at his hand on the note, Coach Samuels said quietly, "It was a mistake. It's not like you think. You've seen my wife, right?"

"Yeah, she's very pretty, sir."

"It's hard, Caleb... you know... being... being attracted to both sexes--especially in athletics. You understand, right?" The strapping, young coach looked up for the first time--the pain reflecting in his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

He pushed the chair from the desk and stood, handing the note to the 16-year-old jock. "I love her...more than anything, besides the baby, of course. She can't find out about this, Caleb. She doesn't know ...about ...about me being attracted to other guys too." Looming over the teen, the coach put his big hand on Caleb's shoulder. "I can trust you, right?"

Looking into Samuels' face, Caleb could see why all the girls had such crushes on the man. Even Ashley once said she'd `do' him if the opportunity presented itself, which bothered the hot 16-year-old at the time. "Yes, of course, you can, sir."

Coach Samuels drew the boy in, hugging him tightly--his nose in Caleb's soft, blonde hair ...the same color as his wife's. "Thank you, Caleb! You're such a good person--I can tell. You're one of the few kids here that says `sir'. You're very special, Caleb." His head filled with the scent of Caleb's hair ...and the boy's pheromones. The 24-year-old's hands drifted down to the small of Caleb's back, and though he really desired going lower to the kid's awesome butt, Samuels checked himself. He'd made one mistake. He wouldn't make another ...he hoped. Still, this boy... Nope, he wouldn't do it!

The young coach sat back down, holding Caleb's hands and drawing him between his long legs--tanned from a recent winter trip to Puerto Vallarta. "Are you involved with Hansen? Has he... you know... Is he messing with you? You can tell me, you know?"

Caleb broke hand contact and looked toward the office door, an escape from this sensitive line of questioning, refusing to answer or to make eye contact.

Samuels scribbled his cell number on another piece of paper, handing it to the blonde jock above. "If you want to talk..." He watched, as his hand reached for the small of Caleb's back again, rubbing in a comforting way. The hot teen stood about 18" in front of him sideways between his legs reading the slip of paper, which meant Caleb's groin and butt were directly in the young coach's line of sight, resulting in the hot, blonde jock's intoxicating scent filling Samuels' head. "I mean, if you want to come down here and talk confidentially, man-to-man..."

The coach felt light-headed, watching, as his hand dropped onto the kid's hot, fuckin' ass. "We can just talk..." he mumbled, having lost all idea of what they were even talking about.

Caleb also stood mesmerized, speechless. The coach was so young and handsome--way handsome--who was now squeezing and groping his hard, round butt.

Barely audible, Coach Samuels mumbled, "Maybe if I just see it? ...take a look..." He grabbed the front of the hot blonde's jeans and turned the boy toward him, unbuttoning the pants. However, this was a mistake--another mistake, that is--as Caleb was hard. With the jeans falling to the floor, only a thin piece of cotton separated Samuels from the big piece of meat radiating its fragrant pheromones.

The 24-year-old coach pulled down the teen's briefs, releasing the hard, eight-inch slab, which bounced out, hitting Samuels squarely in the face. In his dreamy state, Caleb watched from above, resting one hand on the handsome, young father's shoulder and the other on his head, running his fingers through the man's thick, brown hair, as Samuels pushed his nose through Caleb's soft, blonde pubes, moaning--his brain quickly recording how much better boy smelled better there than anyone he'd ever been with, including his gorgeous wife. The young coach and father dug his nose through Caleb's fragrant pubes, dragging his tongue behind, lapping the teen jock's oils, which his brain told him he required. Then, his slippery tongue made its way up the fat meat, and the blonde jock's big cockhead was quickly engulfed inside Coach Samuels' warm, wet, hungry mouth--starving, in fact, as drool slipped from the seal of the man's lips down Caleb's cock in amazing quantities.

With both his hands in Coach Samuels' hair, Caleb moaned with ecstasy, as the hot, young coach bobbed in earnest on his big piece of meat--the man's hands rubbing and squeezing his hard, round glutes. "Oh-h-h, fuck!" Caleb moaned in his raspy, seductive voice.

 

No more than a couple minutes passed, when a loud knock on the coach's office door startled them both. Caleb pushed away from the young man, pulling his briefs and jeans back up and quickly. The 24-year-old coach and father sat at his desk dazed, half-there, half-not, so the hot, blonde jock shook him, bringing the young man out of his stupor.

Loud knocking sounded again, followed by "Coach! We have a meeting now. We can hear you in there. You whackin' off? ...spankin' the ole monkey??" Laughter erupted outside the door.

"Just a minute! We're just finishing up here," he yelled in his deep baritone, almost sounding normal.

Caleb was half-way to the door, when Coach Samuels cleared his voice, calling him back, "You forgot your pass, Caleb." As the teen picked the note off his desk, the coach whispered, "I need to see you again, Caleb. Come back anytime. Text me... Text me first, and I'll let you know if it's clear."

"Yes, sir," Caleb answered, rattled by the whole event.

Walking to the door, Caleb thought, `Why? ...Why did I say `yes'???' His self-hate and depression returned with a vengeance. `I'm very clearly sick in the head!!!'

He opened the door to two senior football players, Jordan Gray and Blake Knudsen--both of whom towered over Caleb. "What the fuck are you doing here??" Jordan bellowed. "You're not on the team! You're one of those pussy lacrosse players!"

"That's enough, Gray!" Caleb heard Coach Samuels yell, pushing his way around the two creeps.

About two yards from the door, he heard Gray say to the coach, "Jesus, comb much?? What's Sprouse doing here anyway?"

Before the door closed, he heard the coach answer, "None of your god-damn business. Now, let's talk..."

* * * * * * * *

At lunch, Caleb broke up with Ashley--not because Finn and Noah told him to but, rather, because it wasn't fair to her. He needed to fix himself first. However, the buxom cheerleader didn't act in the least bit upset, which told Caleb she didn't like him anyway and probably would've broken up him sooner or later, adding to his depression. Paranoia added its two cents, convincing him that Ashley likely thought he was gay too. Hell, even his own brother--away at college with no knowledge of anything happening here--called him a `faggot' in the text message the previous evening. Everyone must think I'm gay, Caleb convinced himself.

By 2:00 p.m., Caleb determined the only way to put a stop to this was to lose his virginity to a chick as soon as possible. If he could just be with a girl, he would know for sure he was straight, and it would give him the confidence to stand up to all these dudes and tell them to `fuck off'!

Then, he remembered Marie...Marie, the secretary at his dad's office, who'd mauled him and tried to suck him off. She'd given him her number and practically begged him to hook-up with her, so he texted her.

* * * * * * * *

JON, LOGAN, and KEVIN

In the cloak room on his knees, Jon pushed Logan backward, and having his jeans around his ankles, the hot, freshman pledge stumbled and fell on his own awesome butt. Jon rose, confused by his feelings. It seemed everyone was trying to `make him gay', that everyone knew what had happened to him over the past three weeks--things that had turned his world completely upside-down. Insecurity and paranoia had established homes in Jon's brain for the first time in his 19 years, adding to the normal stress of college life...and all thanks to that asshole, Brad.

In one way or another, the experience with Brad resulted in his experiences with Taylor, Chris, and Kevin: Taylor walking into Brad's room, discovering what the quarterback was up to; Chris noticing Brad and Taylor's dried cum; and Kevin overhearing Brad in Jon's room, forcing him to suck cock. The whole mess had snowballed into a huge, huge problem...and in only three weeks. Jon had no idea how or why freshman Logan Johansen assumed he was gay, but, of course, it was the result of Taylor trying to fuck him in the boiler room and Logan stumbling across Jon putting it to Taylor instead--Jon's Vikings cap being the telling clue.

`Is there something about me that suggests I'm gay? Am I giving off some sort of vibe?' Jon wondered. He'd never had this kind of trouble before, having girls chase after him or having a girlfriend most of the time since he'd turned 13. Now, though, things were very different. Jon had even lost his girlfriend due to the stress of these events, and what's worse, the hot, blonde jock had begun thinking of dudes differently...really fucking with his head. While he'd always acknowledged certain guys were good-looking, he'd never had certain ...feelings or fantasies about them. Never before had Jon found himself wondering about the size of some dude's dick or fantasized himself sucking some hot stud's cock. He would never have imagined himself missing Chris' amazing kisses or--worse yet--beating off, remembering Kevin's cock pumping in-and-out his ass. Yet, he'd almost let this freshman jeopardize his whole future in the frat by sucking his--yes, mouthwatering--cock in the cloak room. Sure, Jon had pushed Logan away at the last minute, but listen carefully to his response and watch his actions.

"Are you fucking crazy!!" Jon whispered angrily, helping the hot, young stud to his feet. "I'm not about to suck your cock here!!" Logan tried backing Jon in the corner again, but the hot, blonde stud quickly slipped around him, grabbing his coat, sending the hanger across the floor. "You can all fuck off!" Though no one else was present, Jon was clearly referring to the five, fellow frat boys who were after his tail, confirming Logan's suspicions about Chris and Kevin.

The hot blonde stormed out the door, not bothering to put on or zip his coat until several steps down the sidewalk leading away from the frat. Jon was mad--more at himself than at the others, oddly. He needed to get away, see different scenery, so he headed to his car, which he left parked several blocks away, paying a minister for a parking spot near the man's garage. It was fucking freezing out and the wind seemed to find its way through every layer of clothing, Jon imagined. His phone went off numerous times since leaving the PIKE house--relentless calls from all three of the evening's tormentors, Kevin, Logan, and Chris--all hungry for another go at his tail, but Jon refused to answer. Between what the three had said that night and all the calls and texts coming in for him, Jon realized there was no going home that night. He'd have to figure that out while he drank his scotch.

Not only could Jon not go home, but he also couldn't risk going to his usual hangouts downtown. Having driven many times through a small, working-class commercial district on the south side of town just off the freeway, Jon remembered there being a couple of bars out that way, so that's where he headed. He knew he wouldn't fit in at any of those bars, but he needed the scotch more that he cared about the `funny looks' he might get from rednecks--those having gone to the bar after work a couple of hours ago at the Farm-All warehouse, for example, or those just leaving the VFW meeting next door.

Winter was so awful, so depressing in that part of the country--everything frozen and desolate. Jon parked around back in the gravel parking there and made his way toward the backdoor of a bar named The Drunken Pig. `Whatever', Jon thought puzzled by the bar's strange name, `As long as they've got plenty of liquor, they can call it anything they like!'

The bell at the top of the door `ting-a-ling'ed Jon's entrance into the dark, crowded place--his longer, blonde hair getting a cocked eye from more than one man and his good-looks, the smile from a few, older women. Jon made his way to the long bar at the opposite side of the room, draping his down coat over the stool on which he sat just as the other men there had done. The stools on either side of the frat boy were empty at an otherwise busy counter, as Jon began his first scotch. Into his second, a woman twice his age sat next to him, trying her best to seduce the blonde jock, who was too preoccupied with his troubles for much conversation. Nevertheless, she was persistent, going as far as to buy Jon a third round before finally giving up and returning to her fellow workers from a nearby Walmart.

Then, a good-looking, redneck stud sat down next to him, ordering his fourth beer. Jon guessed the man to be in his late twenties and bet he had a wife and three, screaming little ones at home out in the country somewhere, wondering where the hell he was. The stranger, who'd been playing pool with his buddies, was around 6' tall with broad shoulders, a perfect jawline, and short, brown hair. Feeling his cock stir inside his tight jeans, the blonde jock was immediately disgusted, imagining himself down between the stranger's legs, sucking his big, redneck dick, so Jon slugged back the remainder of his third drink and hailed the bartender for another.

The young man, Cole, was a little disappointed. He'd just lost a game of pool to one of the regular loud-mouths, and he'd yet to find a bitch worthy of his cock. The tall, handsome 30-year-old had no wife, swearing off them after his divorce, but he did have five kids by four different women--only one of whom was with his ex-wife. The bar had two busy times: the older, after-work crowd and a younger, late-night group of rednecks. Cole came once in a while for the first crowd in search of some hot, MILF pussy, and if this were the case, he usually went down the road somewhere to eat and showed for the second wave, looking to score some young, bimbo pussy. Now that it was around 8:00 p.m. and most of Cole's men friends had left, dragging their sorry asses home to complaining wives and screaming brats, the hot stud was debating where to go for some supper.

The bartender made his way to Jon, who ordered his fourth scotch. "Are you sure you need another one?" the bartender asked, guessing the college boy to have hit his limit. "You're belting `em down pretty fast there, kid."

"Yep!" Jon asserted--his brains swirling inside his head.

Through the mirror behind the bar, Cole, who'd been coolly drinking his beer, ignoring everyone around him, caught the 19-year-old frat boy staring at him but continued his aloof demeaner. He was used to people staring at him--men, sizing him up, and women, wetting their panties--so Cole didn't think too much of, catching Jon the first time. Being, in fact, quite a notorious lady's man, and having been told he was good-looking since he was a boy, the man was arrogant and treated women badly. Even so, however, the hot stud didn't usually have to lift a finger for sex...just wait for some good-looking chick with big hair to approach, then Cole was off to the races.

Cole didn't approve of this long-haired, college brat sitting next to him (even if, subconsciously, he thought the boy's hair was pretty). Jon didn't belong in The Drunken Pig, he thought; the kid was diverting attention from him. This pretty boy should stick to the bars downtown...to his own kind. Hell, Cole didn't go down there, siphoning-off the kid's pussy! Then, he caught Jon staring at him yet a third time--each time blushing from the neck up and quickly looking away. So, Cole glared angrily into the mirror, waiting for Jon's next furtive glance, as he was beginning to think maybe the frat boy was looking for cock, not cunt--a thought that disgusted him.

Half-way through his fourth scotch, Jon flagged-down the bartender, asking him where the men's room was, deciding to call it a night and get out of there. He'd call Jonah Erikson from his hometown, another student at the university, and ask to crash at his place to keep Kevin and Logan off his butt...in case they followed through with what they'd said earlier, showing up at his room in the boarding house for a little jock-boy pussy. As Jon climbed off his stool in his drunken state, though, he slipped, grabbing a hold of Cole's arm to prevent himself from falling and, in doing so, spilt the hot stud's beer over the counter and onto his sleeve.

"Well, goddamn it, you drunk sonofabitch! You owe me a beer!"

Drunk and befuddled, Jon apologized, pulling his wallet out to find a ten-dollar bill through blurry eyes to hand the man. Cole angrily snatched it from him, demanding, "What the fuck are you doing down here anyway?"

"Nothing," Jon slurred, "Just leaving." Having already forgotten where the bartender directed him, he asked Cole where the bathroom was, but, seeing Jon totter and start stumbling in a different direction, leaving his coat behind, the handsome 30-year-old grabbed it off the stool, determined to escort the college boy straight out the door.

Catching up to Jon, he shoved the coat in the blonde boy's chest, snapping, "You forgot your coat, asshole."

Jon stared at the man's young, handsome face a moment too long, trying to remember his question again, finally saying, "Gotta pee."

"Ah, fuck!" Cole bitched, grabbing Jon by the back of the neck and walking him to the can. It was a dirty, dank, small room, reeking of piss, which stood pooled on the cement floor around the urinals. When Cole tried pushing the college boy toward them, Jon insisted on using one of the two stalls, muttering he couldn't stand. "For fucksake! I thought you had to piss ...or `pee', as your girly ass said??"

"Can't stand!" Jon yelled back, annoyed by his rough handling by the hateful man, yanking him one direction and another.

"Don't fuckin' get lippy with me boy! I'll knock those fuckin' teeth out that pretty mouth of yours!"

Cole got the boy into the far, narrow stall--Jon stumbling past the first one--and hung the coat on the door's hook. He stepped out of the stall but turned, hearing Jon immediately plop down on the toilet without opening and pushing his jeans down. The blonde jock sat there, fumbling with his belt trying to get it open without success.

"Oh-h-h, Jesus Christ!! You dumb fuck, you!" the handsome stud bellowed, storming back into the stall and yanking Jon up. Roughly, Cole pulled the tongue of the belt out, opening it, and unbuttoned the frat boy's jeans, pushing them and the white briefs down over Jon's hips. The weight of the belt and contents of the pockets pulled the jeans down the young man's muscular legs to the piss-splattered floor below with a thump. As he pushed Jon back down onto the toilet, the 30-year-old couldn't help but notice the size of the college punk's cock, growling to himself the unfairness of it all. It wasn't that he had a small cock--at 6 ½"--but, not only was Cole's 1 ½" shorter, it didn't have the girth and heft of Jon's.

"What in the actual fuck??" Cole exclaimed--this time without his typical tone of annoyance but, rather, astonishment. "You've got to stick that thing inside the fuckin' toilet!" Leaning forward, the hot 30-year-old found himself grabbing another dude's cock and pushing it inside the bowl. Cole felt confused. He couldn't have explained why he'd just done that, nor could he have explained reaching back and pulling the metal door closed, leaving he and Jon together inside the cramped stalled.

Cole rubbed his hand across his mouth and chin, as he typically did, thinking, and immediately felt light-headed, inhaling a certain scent. `I definitely need some food,' Cole thought, blaming the booze. He licked his lips, and as Jon's eyes seemed glued on his crotch, Cole raised his hand to his mouth, licking the palm and fingers with his wet, pink tongue. It was nasty and oddly arousing, sort of like the time he ate Shelly's tiny butthole ...but more so.

Cole was in a fog, as he unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his briefs down his thighs. The sound of Jon's pissing was slowly diminishing, as he felt the boy wrap an arm around his thigh pulling the hot stud closer to dig his nose into the dense, brown pubes and lap at the man's scrotum.

In his drunken state, Jon wanted this man...this HOT man. He wanted the man's balls inside his mouth. He wanted to taste this stud's cock. And more importantly, Jon wanted to whore himself on his sexy, anonymous man, giving handsome redneck great pleasure, and leave with his seed inside his belly.

Cole moaned as this blonde-headed beauty took his big balls inside his warm, wet mouth, looking up at him with his hypnotizing, blue eyes while he jacked Cole's cock. If it weren't for the kid's muscular frame--a-n-d big dick--Cole would've said Jon was pretty. He might have even fallen in love with that face were in not for the complete implausibility of the situation. A portion of Cole's brain nagged at him in disbelief he was letting a dude swing on his nuts, but college jock's talented tongue and angelic face caused Cole to push these concerns to the back.

For the strangest reason, he felt compelled to see Jon's big cock again, so Cole pushed the kid off his nuts and reached down to jack the thick, awesome meat. "Big, ole cock on you, kid," he whispered into Jon's soft, fragrant hair. "Big, ole cock..."

Jon pulled the stud's hard, glistening cock inside his mouth, rolling his tongue around its fat, juicy head to the sound of Cole's incessant moaning and raspy whispers of fucking the frat boy. "Yeah, you want my cock inside you, babe? ...fuck your pretty, blonde pussy?" Jon moaned his affirmation around the cock, no longer caring whether he was gay or bi. He needed cock. Lots of it, his brain told him. Cock in the mouth, cock in the ass--it didn't matter. Fuck all this other shit!

The door of the john banged open, letting the noise of the bar echo off the room's walls momentarily until it closed with another bang. Dazed and frazzled, Cole turned around, sitting down on Jon's lap, feeling the college boy's big cock slide between his smooth, fat glutes, leaving a wet, sticky trail in its wake. Cole shuddered, his mind racing. How does a woman feel when a cock pushes inside her cunt? What does that feel like? It must feel pretty good, because most of the (many) women Cole fucked moaned like they were in heat, hungry for his fertile seed. Jon's ooze slowly drizzled into his tight crevasse, eventually covering his smooth, pink star, and Cole's eyes rolled in his head, his nostrils flaring, as nasty, lurid thoughts played across his mind. He felt his butthole twitch, and the handsome redneck sneered, wondering if maybe some of the blonde, jock's seed slipped inside him. Before this, Cole would've beat someone half to death had they even suggested such a thing, but now, his breathing became labored with the sensation of Jon's big cock nestled between his fat mounds. Strangely, it turned Cole on ... and his butthole twitched some more, sipping the boy's slime inside.

With the sound of piss hitting the urinal at the other end of the room, the 30-year-old ladies' man and father of five quietly leaned forward, bracing his hands against the stall door, effectively presenting his hot ass to Jon. Cole wasn't of a mind to get fucked so much as he just wanted to feel the blonde boy's fat, sticky cockhead rubbing where it shouldn't ...rubbing against his itchy, virgin place. Y-e-a-h, it'd be pretty fuckin' wild, getting more of this pretty boy's seed up inside him--disgusting yet, with Jon's scent filling his brain, pretty fuckin' hot too.

Cole was certainly not in his right mind, carefully balancing himself with one hand against the door, as he reached back, grabbing Jon's thick fuck stick and guiding its fat, gooey head between his smooth, round globes. The 30-year-old stud had been told by more than one woman he had an `ass for days', but, as Jon's hands groped him back there, Cole really understood for the first time just how big--and sensitive--his hard mounds were. He closed his eyes engaging his sordid fantasy, while biting his lip to stifle the moans that were just on the surface, as he rubbed the wet, fat head over his pulsing anus.

As the pissing ceased and the stranger zipped and walked out the men's room, Jon knocked Cole's large hands away, taking control of his cock, as he stood and pressed his meat against handsome redneck's resistant rosebud. It was at this moment Cole's brain finally engaged again. He turned around, pushing Jon back down on the toilet, and shoved his cock back inside the college boy's warm, wet mouth, cooing as Jon whored himself on the stud's meat.

"You think I get fucked, do ya? Well, you got another think comin', college boy!" Cole's head rolled on his shoulders--a deep, guttural moan filling the room--as Jon lolled his tongue around the juicy cockhead inside his mouth--hungry for the handsome redneck's sweet seed. "Y-e-a-h, aren't you a pretty thing, boy?" Cole cooed in his raspy whisper, running his fingers through Jon's soft, shoulder-length hair. "What a fuckin' cock-hound you are!" he purred. "You come here lookin' for a real man's meat, and you found it! Didn't ya' boy? Y-e-a-h, you and I are gonna become real good friends, ya' hear?" Cole's eyes rolled in his head, moaning deeply, as he felt his cock poke inside the kid's hot, squeezing throat. "Ah, fuck, man! No fuckin' bitch I know..." Cole was interrupted as more of his cock entered Jon's hungry throat. "O-o-o, yeah, motherfucker!! No bitch I know will let me fuck her throat, but you... you take it on your own! O-o-o, fuck, you're good!"

 

Cole strummed his fingers through the long, blonde hair in fascination, as Jon bounced his head slowly up-and-down the man's juicy meat--each time taking a little more inside his mouth, as a mixture of tears, snot, saliva, and precum hung from his chin by a length of about 18" before breaking off and landing inside his jeans down around his ankles, only to reform again.

Jon needed this man's cum like he needed air, and he was determined to get it. Cole was a real man; something he was not. Jon understood this now and knew his job in life was to please real men--real men, like Kevin and Chris and Logan...and all the others. He'd suck them all now, if they wanted. He'd let them fuck him too...fuck him like a whore, Jon thought, as he clutched the hot dude's big ass and dug his nose into Cole's dense, musky pubes. He was inferior to these men, and he accepted this fact.

"Oh-h-h, god!!!" Cole thrilled, as Jon's tight throat muscles milked the hot redneck's cock. "I'm gonna marry you, bitch!!!" The unmistakable sounds of cocksucking echoed off the small room's walls, as the blonde jock rubbing Cole's tight balls, now pulled up close to their phallic master's base. No, there was no way the hot 30-year-old could take much more of Jon's gifted mouth, though, in the moment, Cole wished it would last forever.

One last rub of the slippery tongue against his shaft... One more squeeze of the pretty boy's tight throat... and Cole lost his edging battle, feeling the hot surge of thick, white seed volley up his breeder cock. Feeling the glob of goo hit the back of his throat, Jon pulled up the throbbing shaft, eager for the `real' man's thick cum to fill his mouth and coat his tongue. He needed to taste the man before gratefully swallowing the fertile offering--an offering that Jon understood would make him better in some way. This hot redneck's DNA would mix with his, and Jon would carry the man inside him the rest of his life ...just like he already did Brad and Kevin and Chris and Taylor.

As he swallowed load after load of Cole's cum, Jon knew he would need more.

Pulling his now-sensitive cock from Jon's greedy mouth, Cole slumped against the wall, catching his breath and waiting for his heart to slow. "You are not...," Cole panted, "You are not to come here again." Jon's heart sank, as the hot stud continued, "This is too dangerous, and people will figure out you're a fag. You can't tell anyone what happened here! Got it?? No one!" Jon shook his head, staring down at the floor in despair. Cole pulled his cell from his pocket and stuck it in the blonde jock's face. "Call this number now ...so I've got your number," Cole ordered. Jon's mood lighted, as he fished his cell from the jeans on the floor. "I call you! ...not the other way around! Understand?" Jon nodded, trying to smile but not too eagerly, fearing he'd scare the hunk off. As his cell rang, Cole hung up and began editing his new contact. "What's your name, faggot?"

"Jon... Jon Swen...," he began before being cutoff.

"I don't need to know your last name. We're not getting married," Cole rudely added, contradicting what he'd said in his moment of ecstasy.

"What's your name?" Jon asked.

"It's `nothing', to you! You don't need to know my name! Just save it under `stud'," Cole sneered. He flashed his phone again in Jon's face, "See? I've got your last name as `Faggot-Whore'," he laughed at his sophomoric humor. "Get up and get your pants on! I'm going out first, then you wait five minutes. Got it? I don't know you, and you don't know me."

Jon turned away, not wanting the man to see his hurt, as he pulled his jeans up over his beautiful ass. On seeing this, however, Cole pushed the hot, frat boy against the metal cubical wall covered in layers of paint now chipping. He groped and squeezed Jon's hard mounds, huskily whispering into the fragrant blonde hair, "O-o-o, boy, I'm gonna ride this ass hard, next time I see you! You like that??" Jon's scent filled the hot stud's brain again, making him nearly dizzy. "You gonna be Cole's little bitch dog, are ya'??" he asked, giving away his name. One hand slipped around Jon's front and began jacking his still tumescent cock.

"You got quite a piece of meat on you ...for a faggot," Cole began, quickly succumbing to the blonde jock's scent and beauty. He pivoted Jon around, plopping his now fully-clothed person down on the toilet to get an up-close look at Jon's backside. "Ho-ly shit!!! Just look at that ass!!!" Cole exclaimed. "Bend over," the handsome 30-year-old and father of five ordered. "Jesus Christ!!! Did I ever hit the fuckin' jackpot or what??" Pulling the hard globes apart, Cole suddenly felt sleepy...and hungry, as he unconsciously leaned ever forward, staring at the little, pink rosebud hidden between the two, smooth mounds.

As Cole's tongue touched the beautiful flower, Jon lost his balance and fell against the stall door, making a racket just as the outer door banged open again. The noise brought Cole out of his apparent trance, and, on hearing the intruder now pissing in a urinal at the other end of the room, the handsome redneck realized the uninvited guest had to know someone was in the stall. Flustered and angry, he silently ordered Jon get dressed and get out of there. As for himself, Cole needed to sit a minute and to get his bearings.

End -- Chapter 12