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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"; 185 lbs.; Striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; University Senior; Vice President -- PIΚΕ; RB -- University Football team

 

Todd Dreyer | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 175 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"; 170 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' 1"; 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 Harmon | Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.; 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

 

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; Blue eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; University Freshman; High School Basketball & Baseball

 

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

 

Officer Akihiro Takahashi | Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 165 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"; 175 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

 

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)

 

Logan Johansen | Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 3"; 200 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

 

Caleb Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 16; Short, straight, light brown hair -- long bangs; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 145 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Lacrosse

 

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

 

 

-- Chapter 7 --

or Troubled Homes

Caleb's homelife had become complicated since his parents' divorce two years ago. He and his two brothers lived with their mother in a bungalow in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood just a few blocks from the center of the university. As a Freshman at another university across the state, Caleb's older brother, Cameron, wasn't in the home often, however, the two brothers still shared a room whenever Cameron was home. Caleb's younger brother, Carver--three years younger than Caleb--was spoiled rotten, always having had a bedroom to himself, albeit one much smaller in size.

Caleb's mother, Victoria Sprouse, 36, had, so far, kept her extremely hot looks, and the attention she drew from other men--combined with his father's insecurities--had been the source of their divorce. In fact, his mom's looks garnered the attention of not only men but also boys. While he loved his mother, Caleb had become quite embarrassed by the increasingly crude remarks made by other teenage boys about his mom. Finn had been one such teenager.

Last year, one day in the locker room--unaware Caleb was in the next row of lockers--Finn recounted in graphic detail the events from the previous evening's basketball game. Cameron, Caleb's older brother (then a Senior), was a star player, and Victoria and Caleb had come to watch him play. It had been embarrassing enough for Caleb, coming with his mother and sitting next to her, but Victoria drew attention to herself, wearing an exceptionally short skirt and a tight-fitting, low-cut knit top. Even Caleb, an innocent 15-year-old, could have sworn his mom wasn't wearing a bra--what with the points of her nipples straining against the thin material of the black top. Not only had she dressed provocatively, but she also led the way through the bleachers, sitting directly behind the basketball team, propping her feet on the lowest rung of the railing separating the crowd from the team.

Then came the ogling from the basketball players, followed by their smiles and smirks. At times, some even jostled to have the privilege of sitting directly below his mom, trying to chat the hot blonde up. Caleb had no idea--other than his mom's top--why the players were carrying on the way they were. Even his brother, Cameron, winked, erotically saying, "Hi Mommy," staring directly up between his mother's short skirt as he did so. All this--including the various attempts at chatting her up--came to the apparent amusement of Victoria Sprouse, who merely winked and smiled slyly in return. Caleb recognized his mom was beautiful, looking at least 10 years younger than she actually was, but she was his mother, for god's sake. A couple of the players even tried chatting Caleb himself up, commenting how much the 15-year-old looked like his mother in the face; this, the boy felt, was excruciatingly embarrassing, particularly as his mother sat next to him, saying nothing. However, today in the locker room overhearing Finn, it became abundantly clear to Caleb the reason for the basketball players' over-the-top interest in his mom.

Standing in the other bank of lockers, Finn told the other boys, "Oh, dudes!! You shoulda seen Cameron's mom last night!! She was wearing this short, tight skirt, and that bitch had n-o-t-h-i-n-g underneath that skirt!! Ask Logan, if you don't believe me!" Logan Johansen was Cameron Sprouse's best friend--the same friend who would later find a certain `interest' in Caleb. "And dudes, her sweet, pink pussy lips are as fuckin' hot as she is!! I don't mind admitting I barely slept last night, jacking-out three, fuckin' loads of cum over that bitch! Fuck man, I wanted so bad to climb up under that skirt and shove my tongue so far up her pussy it came out her mouth!! ...and then f-u-c-k me another, little Caleb inside that cunt! Ask Dave or Sean, if you don't believe me! Man, what a hot, fuckin' piece-of-ass!"

The boys didn't so much laugh at Finn's description as they did lick their lips, ask for more details, and reposition their hardening cocks--showing just e-x-a-c-t-l-y how `popular' Victoria Sprouse was among the high school boys. There had even been rumors at the time that she'd been tag-teamed by Cameron and his friend, Logan--rumors that really bothered Caleb, but rumors that solicited only sly smiles from his strutting brother when confronted.

That was last year, though, and Caleb's world had changed dramatically since then. As much as he enjoyed having the bedroom to himself now, the 16-year-old wished he could turn the clock back--at least, by four months. Over the summer between his Sophomore and Junior years, having been pulled-over for speeding, Victoria Sprouse had drawn the lustful attention of Officer Trey Douglas, a 23-year-old, Black rookie on the city's police force, and after having fucked her every which way but upside down, the cop had moved into their home. He'd moved into their home, and the boys' father had all but disappeared. To top things off, Caleb's mom was now ten weeks pregnant with the Black policeman's baby, and, not wanting to lose the alimony paid by Caleb's dad, the two had no plans of marrying anytime soon. (Talk about a fucked-up situation...) What's more, by moving in with the hot MILF, Trey Douglas had left the unwed mother of his two daughters--one, three; the other, nine-months.

Victoria's new romance left Cameron (and his buddy, Logan) bummed, but, because Officer Douglas hadn't yet moved in when he left for college in August, Cameron hadn't had to experience the changes brought to the household by the young, Black cop. As you might expect from a policeman, Trey ruled the roost, expecting `yes sirs' and `no sirs'--despite the fact it wasn't even his home and despite the fact he was only five and seven years older than Caleb and Carver, respectively. In addition, sights and sounds never seen or heard when their father lived there were now commonplace, including (and most especially) his mother's screams of ecstasy accompanied by Trey's loud, obscene exclamations that, to Caleb, sounded abusive, sexist, and racist, though it was clear their mother didn't care. These sounds, along with those of the rhythmic, banging headboard, occurred w-a-y too frequently and at a-l-l hours of the day and night. Then, there were his mom's (apparent) exhibitionist tendencies, leaving bedroom and bathroom doors open during fuck fests--that is, w-h-e-n she and the young, Black stud weren't fucking on the living room sofa in the wee-hours. I guess such atmospheric changes in the home were to be expected with the introduction of a strutting, 23-year-old man who o-o-z-e-d sexuality--in-and-out of uniform.

While Caleb was depressed and nervous with his deteriorating home environment, it had a totally different effect on his 13-year-old brother, Carver--now in the throes of puberty. The younger boy went from tiptoeing around, watching his hot mom getting dicked...on the bathroom counter, for instance, to openly masturbating--in Caleb's bedroom at 3 a.m., standing over his older brother, watching him while he slept on his stomach! Waking and catching him on more than one occasion, Carver calmly explained he was imagining Caleb's hard, round ass as belonging to a girl. The young, cocksure teen even tried coaxing his older brother into removing his briefs and remain laying on his stomach, so he could pump his young load. Carver was turning into as big a sex fiend as is mother, and, with their father having seemingly abandoned them, Caleb had no one with whom to talk about the matter--not without getting his mom in trouble, which he'd never do.

* * * * * * * *

Then came the game-changing run-in three months earlier with Cameron's tight bud, Logan Johansen. It was both game-changing and unlikely, as Caleb had little in common with his older brother's friend in terms of personality, interests, or background. Yeah, Cameron had been tight with Logan, but Cam was outgoing and extroverted ...and enjoyed a `walk on the wild side'. While both brothers were exceptionally good-looking, popular, and athletic, Caleb was quiet, well-behaved, and studious, which--when alone together--resulted in Cameron dominating and controlling his quiet brother. When in public or in front of his friends, Cameron ignored Caleb--even kicking him out of their bedroom whenever he brought someone home, like Logan. All this, Caleb took in stride, including the stench of weed left in their bedroom afterward.

Caleb didn't care much for Cam's jock friends...except Logan, and even so, he didn't understand his interest in the dark auburn-haired hunk, knowing Logan to be `dangerous', having heard the many, sordid stories. Perhaps Caleb's interest was piqued simply because Logan was the only one of Cameron's friends who ever acknowledged his existence, smiling and nodding his chin whenever they met ... or perhaps Caleb's interest was result of the way he was left feeling--naked and exposed--after having received one of of the older boy's penetrating, wolfish stares. Logan was one to be avoided, yet Caleb was drawn to him.

* * * * * * * *

Yet, despite the changes to his homelife introduced by his mom's new bed partner, Caleb had nothing about which to complain--not when compared to others, such as Logan Johansen. Now, an 18-year-old college Freshman, pledging PIKE, Logan had overcome great obstacles placed in his path at birth to get to this point in his life. In fact, when he was born, it would've shocked anyone who knew the `family' to be told the boy would graduate high school, let alone attend college. (I say `family', as his parents were never married, and his father was rarely around--spending much of his time in the penitentiary or drunk in a ditch. His mother was an alcoholic and part-time prostitute--trying to scrounge enough money for vodka and Spaghetti-O's. She had eight children, the youngest of which was Logan. The eight children were actually the product of three men (or four, if you believed the rumor). Of the eight children, Logan had a much older full-sister and full-brother--15 and 13 years older, respectively. All the others--those older and scattered between--were the products of other fathers.

Logan's older brother, Wade, was currently in the County Jail, awaiting sentencing for his convictions on one count of armed robbery and two counts of aggravated rape. Wade was on his way to the pen, just like his father. Logan looked like a younger copy of his older brother, Wade--being just a bit shorter, less heavily muscled, and, of course, minus the thick, 5" beard. Other than these little details, the two could've been twins ... which brings me to the foul rumor... Supposedly, two of the sisters--one of which being Logan's oldest full-sister--claimed their then-12- and 13-year-old brother, Wade, regularly fucked his own mother over a two-year-period--a period when the mother actually managed to hold a job cleaning offices (instead of prostituting herself) ...and (critically) a time Logan's dad spent his nights sleeping in the State penitentiary. Perhaps that's the reason, over the years, Logan loved and looked-up to his `big brother' so much.

It's also true that Wade spent an awful lot of quality time with the boy over the years--beginning when Logan was a baby, feeding him and changing his diapers. Wade was so proud of his baby `brother'! He even took the toddler with him into the bars, sitting him up on the bar, showing him off. Wade's favorite hangout then even kept a carton of half-and-half on hand for little Logan. Many an evening the toddler stared with a screwed-up face, watching his brother bounce up-and-down on some chick in the backroom--with no clothes on--wondering what was happening. This sort of thing carried-on when Logan was 4...and 5...and 8. (You get the picture.) His `big brother' even used to encourage Logan to rub his little hands on his bare butt as it went up-and-down on top of the girl below, telling the little boy how good his hands felt. By the time Logan was 6--and principally because their mother was AWOL--his `big brother' brought Logan along with him when he went to visit his various girls and baby-mommas, teaching the little boy to eat the thick, gooey stuff from between a girl's legs after Wade had finished going up-and-down on her. Wade told little Logan the stuff was like Popeye's spinach--it would make him grow up to be big and strong like he was. Little Logan didn't mind the stuff, though he didn't like it when the girl's hairs came loose inside his little mouth. Logan remembers one time when he started to do that with a new girl, she pushed him away, yelling at him, but his `big brother' beat the girl up so he could feed.

By the time Logan was 9, his `big brother' would occasionally take him to public playgrounds, where Wade would point out boys or girls Logan's age and encourage him to go make friends. Then later, after Logan had made friends with the new person, Wade would take them back to the tiny, filthy room he rented in a rundown, squalid residence hotel in the city's skid row neighborhood, where his `big brother' fed them ice cream ...and taught his knew friend lessons about the body. This is where the 9-year-old first learned to `help' his `big brother' by suckling the end of his huge dick. It was also the location where his `big brother' showed a good-looking 12-year-old boy how to stick his dick inside Logan's little butthole and bounce up-and-down on top of him. Of course, afterward, the 12-year-old was forced to eat the white stuff from Logan's little hole--often crying, while his `big brother' bounced up-and-down on top of the 12-year-old.

When Logan was two-years-old, he became an `uncle', and when he was 12, his `niece' was the first girl he fucked and came inside--under the direction of his `big brother' and the girl who filmed them. The pretty cinematographer was his `big brother's' new, 15-year-old girlfriend--which resulted in Wade's first stint in the pen for statutory rape. (Lucky for him the police knew nothing about the camcorder and tapes.)

You would think all these experiences would produce a pretty fucked-up kid ...and you would be correct. Although Logan looked identical to his `big brother', somehow, someway, he lucked-out on the brains-side of the equation ...which made him even more dangerous, at times. Logan was always the tallest and strongest boy in his class, and when he hit puberty at 12, he grew even taller, while his shoulders broadened and his body filled-out with well-defined muscles. By age 13, Logan had become quite a stud--every bit as handsome as his `big brother', having the same thick, straight, dark-auburn hair and deep brown eyes. Many-a-girl--older and younger--wet their panties over Logan Johansen--the young, handsome Viking-stud. Naturally, with hormones racing and his premature exposure to sex, Logan took full advantage of these girls ...and not a just a few, young, confused straight boys.

Fortune--and great sadness--came to Logan just before his 13^th birthday, when the police locked-up his hero and `big brother', removing an extremely negative influence from his life but devasting young Logan. At the same time, the courts removed Logan from his family, banning contact and placing him in foster care with his new family--the high school wrestling coach, his wife, and their biological children--two horny, big-breasted teenage daughters and one easily-manipulated, round-bottomed jock-boy a year older than Logan. These, however, are stories for another time.

Due to the positive, loving parenting by his foster parents, by the time Logan entered high school the next year, the young stud was ready for football and wrestling--sports at which Logan excelled. What's more, his grades sky-rocketed, making the Honor Roll every quarter of his high school career and culminating with his graduating as Class Salutatorian--academically second in his class. All this improvement and success occurred despite letters from his `big brother' secreted to Logan via his various baby-mommas--letters detailing his latest `prison conquests' and photos of Wade taken by his baby-mommas during their visits to the pen. While Logan was eternally grateful for and dearly loved his foster family--some perhaps a little too much--he also longed for and dearly loved his `big brother', secreting his own letters and photos over the years via Wade's baby-mommas, including certain `requested' pics, such as those of his big, 12" Viking-cock. Logan was so secretly enamored with Wade had his hair cut the same way--short but with long, shaggy bangs. At any rate, thanks to his terrific foster parents, academic record, and his State wrestling championships, Logan earned a full-ride scholarship to the university and, pledging PIΚΕ, the young, handsome, Viking-stud was now Luke Jost's `Little Brother'.

* * * * * * * *

This brings us to 16-year-old Caleb's fateful run-in with his big brother's friend and college Freshman, Logan Johansen, last October, while browsing books at a downtown bookstore. Caleb was lost inside a book when the older boy came up and threw an arm over his shoulders, startling the high schooler.

"Little dude! How've you been?? How's Cam doing??" Logan asked.

"Oh, you scared me!" Thrilled at seeing the handsome stud, a broad smile covered young Caleb's face. "Cameron's fine...I guess. He hasn't been back since he left, you know? He's talked to Mom, but he never asks to speak with me...of course. You know Cam."

"Yeah, I know him. He just doesn't realize how cool you are...but I do. Give me a hug, bro." Logan wrapped his strong arms around Caleb, squeezing the surprised boy tightly.

A warm, tingling sensation flooded across the 16-year-old. Yeah, Logan had nodded at Caleb before, but he'd never spoken to him; now, he was hugging him. It was a strange encounter, but Caleb dismissed the thought, hugging the hot, college boy back.

"Say, um... how's your mom doing anyway? Please tell me she's not still seeing that cop. I fuckin' hate cops, especially after what they've put my brother through, you know?" Logan's huge cock filled inside his jeans, thinking of the good times he and Cameron had with the hot Sprouse mother.

A sad look crossed Caleb's flawless face. "Yeah, he's even moved in. I don't like it either. I feel like he gives me the third degree, when I do nothing but study and play lacrosse. It's not like I'm Cam or even Carver. I'm just a boring kid."

"Fuck, dude, you're not boring! I've seen those cheerleaders sticking their pussies in your face! They only do that if they want your cock, and cheerleaders only want cock from the popular studs." Smiling slyly, Logan added, "So have you been tappin' any pussy, Caleb?? Come on, you can tell me. I won't say anything to Cam."

Caleb blushed red, chuckling, "No, I wish! I've been dating this girl, Ashley, but so far, she hasn't... you know..."

"Fuckin' cock-tease! Hey, is your mom or the cop home now?" Logan asked.

"No," Caleb answered, "Mom gets home around 6, and Trey's on the evening shift this week--4 to midnight. Why?"

"Let's go back to your place and hang. I can give you some tips on how to handle all that tail. Plus, I've got some fresh White Widow."

"What's that??" Caleb asked.

Logan chuckled, "Weed, dude! "Come on, let's go." With his arm draped over Caleb's neck, Logan pulled the 16-year-old toward the bookstore's door and onto the sidewalk, leading Caleb to his home. "I've got so-o-o much to teach you!"

Walking home, the pair found the house empty. (God knows where Carver was or what he was up to, but Caleb didn't care: he had a new, super-cool friend ...or at least he hoped so, having admired his big brother's friend for so long now.)

Inside Caleb's upstairs bedroom, Logan walked over to the windows overlooking the sidewalk up to the house, opening them both about 3" and pulling their blinds. "Don't want Carver seeing us blazing up here," Logan winked.

"No way! He gives me enough grief as it is!" Caleb agreed, turning the skeleton key in its lock and rolling a throw rug against the bottom of his bedroom door.

As Caleb hung his coat up in the closet, Logan threw his on Cameron's old bed, exclaiming, "Fuck, dude, this place brings back so many great memories ...your room ...this whole house. I sure wish your mom wasn't with that cop! ... You wouldn't mind me being your stepdaddy, would you, Caleb?" The younger boy laughed. "No, dude, I'm serious. You know, I'd find any opportunity to come in here, yank your pants off, turn you over my knees, and spank that sweet, round ass of yours!" Both boys laughed at the outrageous imagery concocted.

"You wouldn't dare!" Caleb laughed.

"Oh, I wouldn't, would I??" Both boys laughed as Logan threw Caleb on his bed, spanking his hard, round butt.

"Oww! Stop it! I give! I give!" Caleb begged, laughing with his new friend.

"Oh-h-h, does it hurt, son?" Logan asked, as he began massaging and squeezing the plump mounds hidden underneath Caleb's jeans--a butt cheek in each of his large hands, digging his thumbs dangerously close to young Caleb's secret place.

Caleb continued laughing--particularly at being called `son'--but his 5.5" cock hardened, pressed down into the mattress. Of course, Caleb's wasn't the only cock lengthening and filling with blood: Logan's thick, 12" cock was likewise hardening.

"I'm not your `son'...y-e-t, anyway," Caleb laughed. "Now, get off me!"

"'Yet' is right, buddy!" Reluctantly, Logan leaned back up and walked to Caleb's study desk, where he sat pulling papers and a bag of the White Widow from his backpack. "This is some really good shit, dude. You're gonna love it!" Sizing the 16-year-old up in his mind--knowing `of' him through his friendship with Caleb's older brother--Logan thought a moment before looking back at Caleb, adding, "You h-a-v-e smoked before, haven't you?"

Caleb felt the blush creeping up his neck then thought of a comeback, laughing, "Only secondhand...from when you used to come here with Cam."

"Ah-h-h, fuck, bro! This shit is gonna hit you like a train!" Logan shook his head and chuckled, before turning back to the job at hand. `Well, he's been warned!' Logan thought. "Hey, I just got this before seeing you in the bookstore. Can you get me a dish or a pan or something, so I can separate the seeds? I didn't think I'd be blazing it so soon or I'd have had my grinder with me."

Caleb left, and the hot stud looked around the room. Looking in the closet, he found the boy's hamper, opened it, and pulled out a pair of the boy's tighty-whiteys. Holding the dirty underwear to his nose, Logan's nose filled with Caleb's scent ...and his big cock filled to the point of aching inside his jeans. The boy looked just like his mother--his fuckin' hot mother ...the mother whose warm, wet cunt felt so-o-o fuckin' g-o-o-d around his cock ...the mother whose firm, round tits tasted so-o-o good in his mouth. Hearing Caleb bounding up the stairs, he tossed the underwear back in the hamper and returned to the desk chair.

Caleb handed Logan an old, tin pan and sat back on the bed with his back against the wall, watching the hot stud. Although Logan was 6' 3" and 200 lbs., he had a smooth, boyish face--made more so by his dimples and straight, dark auburn hair with its long bangs falling nearly into his eyes. Caleb couldn't believe Logan Johansen was in his room, befriending him. Caleb was nothing like his wild brother, Cameron--a reputation, of course, shared by Logan. Caleb asked the older boy about college and fraternity life, but Logan was more interested in Caleb's baseball and lacrosse teams--their wins and losses, other team members and their dynamics, and Caleb's perceptions about his own strengths and weaknesses. In a sense, Logan was giving the neglected boy--disturbed by the disruption of his home life resulting from Trey's addition--the much-needed interest and attention the hot, well-mannered 16-year-old deserved.

Having finally rolled two, fat blunts, Logan stood, exclaiming, "Why the fuck is it so hot in here, dude??"

`Yeah, it's a little warm,' Caleb thought, `but it's not that hot.' However, having shared a room for so long, he realized everyone runs a little differently. "Trey must've left the heat on when he left for the station. Do you want me to run downstairs and lower the thermostat?" Caleb smiled.

There it was: that smile. "Fuck, dude, you look so much like your mom in the face! You know that?" Logan stated.

Caleb looked away, blushing. "Yeah, so I've been told ...but I'm not like her!" he asserted, recalling the image from just two nights ago of his mom on her knees in the bathroom, sucking Trey's big, Black cock.

"No need to turn the thermostat down. I'll just get out of this hot sweatshirt," Logan replied, pulling both his t-shirt and sweatshirt off at the same time.

Caleb's mouth hung open at the sight at the hot, college dude's six-pack--his eyes following the narrow trail of dark auburn hair leading from Logan's navel to the top button of his jeans. "M-a-n, I wish I had your body!" Caleb exclaimed with his typical honest naivety.

"Dude, don't tell me the girls aren't chasing you down the hall, looking the way you do," Logan stated, unbuttoning and pulling off his jeans.

"Wh-Why are you taking your jeans off?" the hot lacrosse player stammered.

"1) It's hotter than fuck up here, and 2) It'll be just like hangin' out in my own room. You know?" Logan explained, turning to grab the blunts and lighter from Caleb's desk. He was wearing white socks and a pair of light blue, broadcloth boxers--the older kind, with an elastic band and an open fly.

"Oh, okay," Caleb mumbled. He felt numb, looking up at the hot, college wrestler. At 6' 3", Logan appeared `all-legs' in his boxers, as Caleb watched the muscles flex and bulge under the skin of Logan's thick, masculine thighs. A light dusting of auburn hair covered the thighs and grew slightly denser over the front of Logan's calves. However, what quickly captivated young Caleb was the obvious horse-cock pushing against the front of Logan's light blue boxers. Caleb's numbness spread to his brain, shifting it into autopilot, while a strange, tingling sensation spread across his young, flawless face.

Caleb felt the bed `give', as Logan climbed on, shaking Caleb's brain awake again. The hot stud sat so near Caleb the boy could feel the heat emanating from his near-naked body.

Logan lit the blunt, took a big hit, and passed it to Caleb. "Just take a hit, inhale, and hold it a minute before letting go." Caleb did so and went into a coughing fit--his face turning red, as tears ran down his face. Logan draped an arm over Caleb's shoulders and relieved him of the joint. "That's okay, bro. Everyone chokes occasionally. Try again."

There, he'd used `bro' again, and Caleb felt closer to the dude he'd admired for so long now. The warm, comforting arm over his shoulders held the hope that perhaps they'd become close friends--like Logan and Cam had been. Caleb thought if he could just be cool, smoking the joint, Logan would want to hang again soon. Caleb wiped his face and took the blunt again--this time, successfully holding the smoke a bit before releasing.

"T-h-a-t's it. Take another," Logan encouraged.

By the time the blunt was finished, Caleb had, in fact, smoked most of it--his first joint ever and a big one at that--and he was high as a kite. Of course, he didn't know it, but that had been some very high-quality White Widow he'd just smoked. While certain varieties of weed have certain typical effects on people, each person is different. Caleb felt like he was floating--he was so relaxed--and he laughed at about every other thing Logan said.

Finally, Logan asked the name of the girl Caleb was dating, which he'd forgotten since their conversation at the bookstore.

"Ashley," Caleb laughed. Although there was nothing funny by the question or her name, the 16-year-old was so-o-o high.

"That's right! You told me earlier, but I forgot. Anyway, you say all you've been able to do is kiss her? ...not even feel her up?" Logan asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Caleb laughed, "then come home with a hardon."

Logan laughed, "Well, that's no good, buddy! You must be doing something wrong! I guess I'm gonna have to teach you my moves ...show you how to get over-your-ears in pussy ...or at least get the bitch to give you head. Okay? I'm guessing you've never had any head. Am I right?"

High, Caleb laughed, responding with a cheerful, "Nope!"

"Okay, then, I'm gonna have to help you with this problem too," Logan stated determinedly. "Because I'm gonna show you my moves, you're gonna have to pretend to be the chick."

"I don't know about this," slurred Caleb.

"Chill. It's no big deal, okay? Does your mom let you use her car for these dates?" Logan asked.

"Sometimes...if she's not using it. Other times, Ashley picks me up," Caleb laughed--at nothing in particular, being high from the weed.

"So don't take her straight home. Take her out toward the State park but turn off on Skyline Drive, not Bluff Point Road. Only complete morons take their pussy out on Bluff Point Road: it's the most obvious place to fuck, so naturally, the cops patrol it on-and-off ...probably to get their own rocks off, the scumbags. Skyline Drive has all that new housing development, but after three or four miles--once the road starts going downhill again--there are a couple `access' points into the park--for the park ranger and maintenance crew and stuff. They're chained off, but--critically--not padlocked. You gotta be careful though after it's rained: those access drives are narrow and only lightly graveled. You sure don't wanna get stuck in the mud balls-deep in pussy!" Logan laughed, rocking Caleb from side-to-side with his arm around his neck.

Caleb's mind floated in-and-out of presence from the effects of the strong hash, and the more Logan rocked the boy against his near-naked body, the more Caleb could only focus on the college dude's warm, smooth skin. With his head hanging a bit, Caleb's eyes were transfixed by the obvious log of meat pressing upward against Logan's boxers--that and his thick, muscular thighs. Logan was everything Caleb wanted to be--tall, muscular, confident, and outgoing. Yeah, Caleb was muscular, but not like Logan. With all this physical contact, the 16-year-old hadn't felt this loved since his dad lived there ...and Caleb sure missed his dad.

Logan's deep voice grew more hushed with the next set of instructions. "So you get her out there...or wherever you wanna take her, right? Now remember, you're Ashley, so just pay attention to what I'm gonna show you. You make these moves whether she protests or not--she'll eventually give, okay? Also, pay attention to the things I say, and use them with her next time." Logan paused. "You with me? Hey, you listening?" Caleb's brain surfaced momentarily to nod his head. "Okay, you start with her neck, then her ear, and then get your hand on her blouse. Like this."

Logan brought his handsome face to Caleb's neck, and, beginning at the top of the boy's neck, he licked slowly down its smooth skin to the crook and back up. He seductively whispered, "Oh-h-h, babe... you're so-o-o fuckin' beautiful ... you're all I think about now." His wet tongue slid down again, as Caleb's eyes rolled in his head, having never been touched like this. The slow, hushed whispers swirled through his head like smoke, but somehow, he had enough sense to press his hand against Logan's bare chest, pushing weakly against it. Logan merely ignored it, though, slowly licking upward again. The college wrestler was so much bigger and stronger than Caleb that he had no intention to stop for any protests.

Logan continued licking slowly down again, murmuring, "Oh-h-h, Ashley...", and when he reached the crook of young Caleb's neck this time, the hot stud lingered, lightly licking and sucking. Again, he whispered huskily, "Babe, I so-o-o into you...". This time, Logan slid his wet tongue up Caleb's smooth skin to his ear, swirling and probing...until he felt the boy's hand fall away.

Caleb's eyes continually rolled in his head, and he felt like fucking putty--limp against the cold wall. The only part of Caleb's body with any strength was his cock, which was now uncomfortably trapped beneath his jeans.

Logan deftly unbuttoned the boy's shirt and began cupping and squeezing his pecs. He lowered his head, taking Caleb's nipples into his hot, wet mouth--the slimy tongue dancing across the nubs. Caleb's hand found the back of the college stud's head, running his fingers through Logan's thick, straight hair--its incredible softness registering in the boy's clouded mind. Caleb's brown eyes opened, staring blankly at his bedroom ceiling, as he felt Logan's big hand, groping and rubbing his trapped cock while he sucked on the boy's sensitive nipples. When Logan lowered his hand further, rubbing and massaging the area behind Caleb's balls, the 16-year-old's eyes closed again--their long, delicate lashes resting against his young, smooth skin--and a faint moaning welled from deep within his chest.

After a bit, Logan raised his head, once again covering Caleb's ear with his hot, wet mouth. Between his swirling and probing of the boy's ear, the hot stud whispered, "See what you do to me, girl?" Then Logan lifted Caleb's hand, bringing it over to his huge, exposed cock, that he'd casually pulled from the fly of his boxer shorts just moments earlier. With his hand over Caleb's, Logan slowly jacked his hard, 10" cock, and for the first seconds, the 16-year-old lacrosse star failed to register what he was doing--not with Logan's wet tongue in his sensitive ear. When it did finally register, Caleb's eyes flew open, but, at the same time, Logan's mouth covered his own--the long, thick tongue searching and probing.

It was a kiss like Caleb had never had--full of heat and passion, not the quick, sterile tongue that Ashley gave him--and after a minute or so, he relaxed into the kiss, closing his eyes again ...and gripping the big, fat cock. The thought, `It's all just a lesson,' passed quickly through Caleb's mind, followed by one that kept repeating itself: `What a fuckin' cock!' The 16-year-old was amazed at Logan's length and girth, and having never touched anyone else's cock, he was astonished by the feel of its thin skin sliding over the hard bone beneath.

Suddenly, Caleb's mouth was empty--his face, neck and ear wet from Logan's tongue action. The big hand on his shoulder gripped his head like a melon, pulling it over onto Logan's chest such that half his face was plastered to one of the stud's pecs, while the other half was covered by the hand that had pulled him over--holding Caleb's face still ...looking down at the big, Viking cock and its wet eye.

With his voice low and breathy, Logan again instructed, "Look, babe... Look what you do to me... You see that, yeah? Jack it for me, Ash... Jack that big cock..."

It was all a lesson, of sorts. Caleb just heard Logan call him `Ash', so... things were `all good'. Besides, Caleb's brain was way too relaxed from the hash to think much further ahead in time ...and after all, the huge, beautiful cock was a-ma-zing to see up-close, like this. So straight and hard, the thing had to be around 2 ½" across at its head and god knows how wide at the base. It was a thing of power--true male power. `I can only dream of having a cock like this,' Caleb thought.

"Y-e-a-h, jack that big, juicy cock for me, baby..." Logan murmured seductively. "Do it for me, Ashley... Do it for Logan ... Y-e-a-h... You're doing g-r-e-a-t, pretty girl... so-o-o fuckin' pretty... Look how g-o-o-d you're making ole Logan feel... Look at that seed o-o-z-i-n-g out the head... It's a-l-l for you, Ash..."

Caleb felt Logan's other hand on his head, but he was too lost in the story for it to register anything. He didn't even notice the subtle pressure put on his head, as his sweet face drew nearer the big cockhead.

Logan's seductive murmuring continued filling Caleb's head. "You should feel honored, pretty girl... honored to get to hold it like that... honored by the gift its made you ... Give it a kiss, Ash... Come on, kiss it, babe... You don't want to hurt its feelings..." Logan paused a bit longer before pushing Caleb's mouth onto the goo-covered cockhead. Then, more firmly, he simply said, "Kiss it."

A v-e-r-y faint echo reverberated in Caleb's mind, `A-l-l part of the lesson...'. As his parted lips touched the big, wet cockhead, a big dollop of goo burped from its eye, and when he brought his lips together for a kiss a second later, the goo was firmly inside the boy's mouth. Pursing his lips together, the 16-year-old lacrosse star kissed the cockhead, then swallowed the excess saliva that had built-up in his mouth--taking another man's cum inside his body ...Logan Johansen's cum.

"Kiss it again, girl..." Logan purred. "Y-e-a-h, keep kissing my cock, babe..." The hot, college stud paused, absorbing the feeling of Caleb's lips kissing his cockhead. "Oh, f-u-c-k, you're making me feel so-o-o fuckin' good, Ash... Make me feel better, babe... Lick it... L-i-c-k that head..."

By now, innocent Caleb was lost in Logan's story. He was playing Ashley's part--the acts he wanted her to do for him ...what he wanted to do to this hot stud ...perhaps what he wanted to do for Logan since first meeting him three years ago, when Cameron first brought him home. However, he hadn't thought that far yet; presently, he was just Ashley--doing what he wished she'd do for Logan...er...him. Ah hell, Caleb didn't give a fuck if that stuck-up girl sucked Logan off; he'd show her how to do it!

Logan's quiet murmurs continued, "You n-e-e-d that cock, babe... You need it b-a-d.... Put it in your mouth, babe, `n kiss it real g-o-o-d..." Logan's head rolled backward, and he sighed deeply, as Caleb's lips wrapped around his cockhead. The boy's mouth--hot and wet--felt a-ma-zing! Caleb was a natural! His slick, rubbery tongue swirled and massaged Logan's fat cockhead, while his mouth gently sucked and coaxed more of the thick goo from its eye. At the same time, Logan kept thinking, `This can-not be his first! No fuckin' way! Wonder if he's been suckin' Cam off the past couple of years??'

"Ah-h-h, baby," Logan purred, slightly louder. "It's a-l-l for you! Y-e-a-h, s-u-c-k that cock, girl!" The hot, college stud raised his hips, pushing the light blue boxer shorts down. "You're a fuckin' natural, stud!!"

Caleb--high on the White Widow and Logan's taste and scent--was too lost in the moment to register the older boy's drop of pretense. Caleb had Logan's big cock in his mouth, and its rich cum was all he fuckin' wanted--that, and to please this hot stud ...his big bro's long-time friend--the dude he'd watched and admired for y-e-a-r-s now. Caleb switched hands, jacking the cock's thick base with his right hand, while running his fingers through the dense forest of Logan's pubes with his other hand. The sweet scent of Logan's cock filled Caleb's brain, adding to the effect of the hash he'd smoked earlier. Caleb wanted every-thing in his mouth--the huge cock, rich, dark auburn pubes, and the big, tight sack of balls below. The 16-year-old was hungry like he'd never been before.

"Y-e-a-h, you hot motherfucker, s-u-c-k that fuckin' cock!! That's it, dude," Logan taunted, "show me how m-u-c-h you want my precious cum, faggot!" Caleb moaned around the 4" of cock in his mouth and just inside his throat--not to object to the term `faggot', but rather, to indicate his enthusiasm. "You wanna be my friend, don't you buddy? ...hangout with me? Then you gotta pay to play, bro! Y-e-a-h, suck it... Oh-h-h, you're doing so-o-o fuckin' good, buddy!"

Of course, Logan had noticed Caleb over the years--you couldn't `not notice' the kid, because (1) in the face, he looked so-o-o much like his hot mother and (2) the boy seemed to find every opportunity to stare at Logan when he wasn't looking. Before college, when he and Cam would hang-out there--making sandwiches in the kitchen or watching a game on their big-screen TV--he could feel Caleb's eyes drinking him in...eating him up. At these moments, whenever Logan looked in Caleb's direction and caught him out, Caleb would quickly look away, blushing. At first, Logan thought it was just the idolization little boys have for those older. The kid certainly didn't act or look gay, and Caleb took to sports enthusiastically and with much talent. However, as the years passed and Caleb continued staring at him, Logan began to think there might be something `soft' about the then-young teen, though he never mentioned Caleb's habit to Cameron, who already treated his little brother badly--something Logan never understood, considering how nice the younger boy was. Now that Logan was busy pledging PIKE and keeping-up his college-level studies, he hadn't found time for quite as much pussy as he'd previously been accustomed. So when he saw Caleb in the bookstore, Logan decided he'd find out just how much `hero worship' played in the boy's lingering glances. At any rate, Caleb certainly wouldn't be the first fag Logan turned out--not that the hot stud gave a fuck about the construct of sexuality. However, to be clear, even had it turned out Caleb wasn't interested in cock, Logan thought the kid might end up being a good friend.

Logan dug his fingers into Caleb's soft, brown hair, grabbing a fistful, while his other hand gripped the base of his cock--on the side opposite the young lacrosse player's. "Yeah, Caleb, you wanna be my bitch?? Huh, boy?" Logan's breath had become shallow--more ragged.

Yeah, he'd be Logan's bitch, so again, Caleb moaned his assent around the fat cock in his mouth.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, you hot fuck... You suck cock better than your mom! Yeah, that's right... your hot, fuckin' mom! Wanna know something else, bitch?? I fucked her too! ...more than once! Oh, and you should know, she's a h-o-t fuck too!! ...r-e-a-l tight pussy...amazingly ... Wanna know something else?? Cam fucked her too! ...we fuckin' tag-teamed her! ... Like mother, like son..." To all these revelations, Caleb only moaned--wanting more of the cock and its elixir.

Panting and sweating now, Logan began pumping the wide base of his 10" cock faster. Though he had a fistful of Caleb's hair, he only controlled the boy's rhythm of the boy's head, not the number of inches of cock. "Gonna fill you full of my seed, bitch! Pump you full of my DNA...my fucked-up DNA... You like that??" Caleb moaned continuously now. "Yeah, then we'll be brothers... Ya' fuckin' cunt... I'll have a cock-sucker for a brother now... a really pretty brother! Maybe I'll teach you how to suck Cam off--if you're not already! Oh, fuck, get ready... Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Y-e-a-h, eat my fuckin' cum! Yeah, eat it all! That's it, fag!"

Caleb loved Logan's cum! He craved it! There was so-o-o much, though, and it was so thick! The first shot came so fast and hard it almost choked him and came out his nose. No matter how much Caleb wanted all of Logan's cum, there was no way the boy could swallow it fast enough. Globs of the thick, white goo oozed out the corners of his mouth--some running down the boy's chin and some running down the length of Logan's huge cock. Whether he'd have sucked cock without the potent weed will never be known, but the fact is Caleb was born to suck cock.

"Unhh! Unhh! Unhh! Ah, F-U-C-K, dude!! Yeah, eat all my cum up! Lick my fuckin' cock clean, bitch! You're a fuckin' pro! ...the best goddamn cocksucker I've had in a l-o-n-g time, bro!" Logan exclaimed.

Caleb looked freshly fucked--his straight, brown hair was all messed up, and his exquisite face was flushed and covered with a mixture of Logan's thick cum, snot, and tears. The boy licked up-and-down the huge cock--even trying to suck it again--but it was too sensitive for another blow job just yet. Logan pushed Caleb's head away, shoving the boy's face down in the now-gummy forest of his dark auburn pubes, but the scent of Logan's pubes served even more like an aphrodisiac to the 16-year-old. Moaning, Caleb rooted his nose through the dense pubes, lapping and sucking them clean of the goo, and when the hair was heavy and glistening with his saliva, the teen dropped his mouth down to the king-size nut sack, licking Logan's balls clean as well.

"That's right... l-i-c-k my fuckin' balls clean, nut-sucker!" Logan couldn't believe his luck! His day had started shitty, having to clean his Big Brother's room at the PIKE house, followed by a test in his Western Civ class. Now, he'd just received a world-class blow job! ...from his best friend's little brother! Logan laughed, thinking Cam would kill him if he knew.

"Get up here, buddy," Logan directed, "You've got `em as clean as you're gonna get `em."

Dazed and flushed, Caleb sat back up on the bed. The realization of how he'd debased himself crept across his consciousness, followed by the burning pink that crept upward from the base of his neck across his fair cheeks. Caleb couldn't force himself to look the hot, male specimen in the eyes now.

Logan fired-up the second blunt and took a big, long hit before handing it to Caleb. "Now, you know how to get a bitch to suck your cock, dude," the hunk of college wrestler stated simply. "But I've got a lot more to teach you, ya' know--though not today. I'm not sure if I told you, but I'm pledging PIKE, and all pledges have to meet at the house every-fucking-day at 6. It totally sucks. And you can't be late or else they'll make your life even more miserable--believe me! Fuck!"

Logan noticed the dark pink blush on Caleb's cheeks accompanied by his averted eyes. "Get my phone, would you? It's in my jeans. And get yours too." Caleb's shirt hung open on his shoulders--adding to his `freshly fucked' look and revealing the handsome teen's small, pink nipples and faded summer tan. The kid had a hot body, whether he realized it or not, and although he didn't have Logan's six-pack, it was clear he would very soon. When Caleb leaned down to pick up the older stud's jeans, Logan's big meat began hardening again: it was clear the 16-year-old had one f-i-n-e piece-of-ass on him! Caleb handed Logan his phone and started onto the bed again. "Ah-ah-ah," Logan tut-tutted, "Take your shirt off and drop your jeans first. I wanna see your build." For a second, Caleb thought to object, but he was so used to taking orders from Cam, his mother, and others that he compiled. "Holy fuckin' shit, Caleb!! You're one hot stud, ya' know it??" Wearing only a pair of gray, knit boxer briefs and socks, Caleb's body reflected years of baseball and lacrosse practice. The teen jock started to bend down to pull his jeans back up, but Logan stopped him. "Nah, kick `em off. It's just us guys here."

After Caleb stepped from his jeans, Logan snapped a pic. Panicked, he asked, "Why did you do that?? Delete it ...please."

"Chill. I'll show you in a minute. "Now call me. The number's ___ ___ ____." Caleb did as directed, and Logan told him to get back on the bed next to him. "Okay, unlock your phone and give it to me." With the boy's phone, Logan took a pic of his big, hard cock and created a contact entry for himself, handing the phone back to the stunned teen.

"Why did you do that?" Caleb asked. "I can get in trouble."

Logan laughed, shaking his head, messing with his own phone now. "Y-o-u can get in trouble? What about me?? Do you let people look at your phone?"

"Well, sometimes," Caleb confessed. "And Trey's asked to look at it a couple of times..."

"Well, stop it! Tell your friends to get a life and tell the cop to fuck off! He doesn't even own this house, much less have a say over you!" Then muttering, Logan added, "He's probably perving over you."

Bewildered by the rebellious instructions, Caleb stated, "I would never tell anyone to fuck off, and I wouldn't d-r-e-a-m of saying that to Trey. He'd probably beat the hell out of me..."

"Well, keep it or not. It's up to you. It makes a good contact photo though." Logan winked and smiled at the boy. "Here. What do you think of your contact photo??"

Caleb's eyes bugged out. Not having seen himself in the mirror since sucking Logan's huge cock, he was shocked by the dried cum on his face and his swollen lips. "Dude, delete it, please! If anyone sees..."

"Fuckin' Christ, you need to chill," Logan replied, exasperated. "I don't show my phone to anyone, much less my photos." He re-lit the long, fat spliff again, taking a hit before handing it to Caleb. "It's all yours, bro. You need it more than I do...believe me!" Logan laughed. "I'm not leaving `til you've smoked it, so hurry-up; I've got 15 minutes before I have to go."

Logan draped his arm of Caleb's bare shoulders, and quiet filled the air for a couple of moments before he spoke again. "I gotta ask you... How many cocks have you sucked? ...'cause you're one hell of a cocksucker!" Caleb's face blanched at the derogatory word, as he quickly looked away. "Has ole Cam been fuckin' your face? ...a friend?" Seeing Caleb's reaction, Logan laughed, "Dude, it's j-u-s-t sex. I don't c-a-r-e. You can talk to me."

Looking away, Caleb replied, "No. There's been no one else. Now, can I ask you a question??"

"Sure! Ask away!" Logan replied jauntily.

Quietly, Caleb asked, "Did you really fuck Mom or were you just saying that? ...and did Cam fuck her too? ... It would explain a lot of things..."

The big jock rocked Caleb from side-to-side a minute, then looked him in eye. "I won't lie to you, Caleb. Yes, we both fucked her--several times last Spring ... I've fucked my own mother too. It happens sometimes in families."

Caleb looked down to his lap, fighting back tears, and answered simply, "I see."

"Dude. She loves you more. That's why she'd never do it with you. You're special--even I can tell that. My mother doesn't love me--never did. She let Coach adopt me! ...and that was a good thing! Your mother's going through some shit these days--since she kicked your dad out. Maybe she's been ignoring you...since she's got that Black cock now. In the end, it's just sex: it means little. Sex is not love. Now, cheer-up!! I'm gonna turn you into a 21^st century Casanova!! When I get done with you, you're gonna be in over-your-ears in pussy! Smoke, fuckwad! I've gotta go soon..."

Logan rubbed Caleb's pecs, as he rocked the young jock next to him. The second joint seemed to have an even stronger effect on Caleb, as he began laughing again at Logan's touch. The older stud pulled his arm from Caleb's shoulders and shifted forward on the bed to feel the teen's legs. Caleb's nearly hairless thighs were thick and hard, having the corded muscle of an athlete--one almost a man--while his calves were built of the strong muscle used to run from base-to-base or from one end of the field to the other ...covered with a fine--almost invisible--dusting of light brown hair.

Logan's hands seemed to be everywhere--groping, lifting, spreading. "Y-e-a-h! That's what I like...H-A-R-D muscle! You're the s-h-i-t, dude! I want you on my team!" Caleb's 5.5" cock hardened, pressing up against the thin, knit material of his boxer briefs. Seeing that Caleb had finally finished the blunt, Logan lifted the stoned boy's legs, turning him around on the bed such that Caleb's head was on his pillow ...and Logan between his legs with one calf in each hand. Caleb's brain fell silent--high from the pot but sensing something different.

"Y-e-a-h, you're quite the jock-stud, Caleb! You should have pussy all o-v-e-r you!! ...but don't worry, I'm gonna fix you up, bro! We're gonna be tight!" Logan let the boy's legs down and scooted on his knees further down the bed. "Ah... listen, um... before I go, dude, I've just gotta see your ass. I've got an eye for tail, and from what I can tell, I'm guessin' yours is one of the finest around."

Even with his brain floating from all the weed, Caleb knew `tail' to be a feminine sexual reference. More importantly, he hadn't had any sexual thoughts involving his butt and didn't want anyone messing around with it. "I-I-I don't know about that," Caleb slurred, "I-I-I don't want anything back there."

"Re-l-a-x, dude, and roll the fuck over," Logan directed. With the college dude's help, Caleb rolled over on his stomach. "Mother. of. god," Logan murmured--awestruck by the big, perfect mounds. Leaning forward, he pulled waistband up and over the boy's round glutes. "Lift up a sec, so I can get `em down over your hardon, dude." Logan pulled the briefs down Caleb's legs and over his feet, throwing them on the floor. The big, college stud actually felt a bit lightheaded, and he had trouble swallowing for a minute. When his voice returned, Logan heard himself murmur, "F-u-c-k m-e..." Transfixed by the vision of the beautiful, twin globes, he paused before saying in just over a whisper, "Ca... Caleb ... you're as beautiful as your mother..." However, it's doubtful the teen jock heard Logan, as the weed was making him nod-off. The hot, college jock spread Caleb's legs apart and inched forward, grabbing the boy's big, round glutes in each hand, squeezing and groping the smooth mounds. "Jesus fucking Christ," Logan whispered, as he pulled the hard cheeks apart, revealing Caleb's little, pink rosebud. He felt like things were moving in slow-motion, as he pushed the teen's legs further apart and laid down between them. He was just getting a closer look, Logan told himself. Grabbing and spreading the big glutes again, the tiny, pink mouth called to him, and before it even registered, Logan had his long tongue deep inside the boy. Caleb--who'd nodded-off--woke to the electric sensations coursing through his body. Dazed and high, he didn't realize exactly what was happening at first, grunting repeatedly, "Oh... oh... oh, fuck..." Part of his brain told him Logan was eating his ass, but the other part couldn't accept this--in total disbelief anyone in their right mind would actually do such a thing. He wanted Logan to stop, thinking it disgusting, but instead, Caleb found himself pushing back, wanting more of Logan's incredible tongue and for these sensations to never stop. In fact, Caleb not only pushed back, but he also arched his back and spread his legs as far apart as they would go, clutching the sheets in his fists, grunting and moaning. Caleb was putty in Logan's expert hands ...and Logan ate the finest boy-pussy around. Eventually, with his eyes closed and his mind full of flashing lights, Caleb came on the sheets beneath him, moaning, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dazed himself, Logan rose from the prime pussy, got off the bed, and began dressing himself. Cautiously, Caleb asked, "Wh-why did you do that? ...you know... with my butt?"

"Dude, that was your second lesson: how to eat pussy," Logan stated flatly. Pulling his sweatshirt over his head, he leaned down and whispered in Caleb's ear, "And I hate to tell you this, but you've got the best pussy for miles around--no lie." Logan lent back up, looking down at Caleb who was still laying on his stomach and spoke matter-of-factly, "Anyway, you just got lessons one and two crammed in one session, but not to worry! I've got a whole hell of a lot to teach you yet."

It was silent as Logan tied his sneakers, and worrying thoughts crossed Caleb's mind. With obvious concern, he finally stammered, "L-like what? I'm not sure I want any more lessons like that."

Logan put his old, letter jacket on, saying confidently, "Trust me: you do." As he reached the door, unlocking it with the old skeleton key, he turned, smiling his pussy-melting smile, adding, "(1) I'm straight. Pussy is my preferred hole, although yours is pretty fucking amazing. (2) I wanna be your friend. I think you really need one--more than you know. A-n-d...you might even be cooler than your dick-head brother, though I'll deny I ever said it if you tell him. (3) Throw your clothes and bedding in the wash before your mom gets home and take a shower. If she still smells the weed or gets home before you can get them in the wash, just say you were with me: she'll shut up then...if she knows what's good for her. (4) Take Ashley--or whatever the fuck her name is--out on Skyline Drive. Scope it out first, though, so you'll know exactly where you'll be going. I wanna full report. (5) Call me. We don't always have to have lessons. Maybe you can come over and hangout at the frat. You'd be popular there, I guarantee it.

"Now, I'm already gonna be late, so I've got to jet. Peace out." With that Logan opened the door and walked out, closing it behind himself. At the bottom of the staircase, he ran smack into Carver, who'd just walked in the front door. "Hey, Carv! How's it going? I think you grow an inch every time I see you!"

Completely ignoring the greeting, Carver replied, "What are y-o-u doing here?? Cam's not home!"

"Well, nice to see you too!" Logan laughed. "I was just hangin' with your bro. That's all. Gotta run. I'm already late for a frat meeting." With that, Logan walked past the 13-year-old, across the living room, out the front door.

Caleb remained laying on the bed--his fucked-up head spinning--trying to process all that had happened to him the past hour and a half. Due to the natural settling of the house over the decades, the heavy, old door had to be closed tightly in order for it to latch. Laying there, Caleb heard the familiar slip of the latch and the creak of the hinges as the door opened, but he'd fail to hear the voice of his brother downstairs. He raised himself on his elbows to see how far the door had swung open this time, and seeing it had swung wide open, he got up to close it ... just as Carver reached the top of the stairs. Slamming the door shut, Caleb braced himself with his back against the door--frantic, praying Carver hadn't seen him.

While the oldest Sprouse boy looked more like his father, Caleb and Carver had their mother's face. However, the similarities between the two brothers ended there. Carver had his mother's blonde hair (versus Caleb's brown), and, at 13, he was already near Caleb's height and build--soon surpassing it to reach Cameron's height of 5' 11". The other similarity between oldest and youngest Sprouse brother was their self-assured, outgoing, and wild personalities--each in his own way domineering over the more introspective middle brother.

Carver trudged up the staircase, completely mystified as to why Logan Johansen would hang out with Caleb, of all people--the most boring Goody Two-shoes there was. It didn't make sense at all, especially considering he'd never seen Caleb say two words to Logan in all the years the big jock hung out with Cameron there at their house. As he neared the top of the stairs, he caught a glimpse of Caleb's nude form slamming his door shut, and now, he was really confused!

Carver had already intended on going to Caleb's room to get the dirt, and, having glimpsed his brother's hot, nude body, Carver sprinted to his door, dropping his backpack in the hallway, rattling Caleb's doorknob. "What the fuck, Caleb?? Why are you naked and why was Logan here?? Let me in, cunt-face!" Carver yelled.

Having not locked the door, it was too late to do so now--not with Carver pushing against it and its latch requiring a tight fit. Caleb calmly replied, "I'm getting ready to take a shower and wash my clothes, alright?"

"That only answers part of it, bitch! What was Logan doing here?? Let me in, goddamnit!!...fuckwad!" Carver yelled.

Caleb shook his head, defeated. His mom would be home any minute now, and he didn't want a big scene over Logan being here. Besides, he had to get the bedding in the wash before she got home. "Lay off and give me a second, okay??" Caleb asked nicely.

Carver stopped pushing on the door and took a step back. "Sure. Fine. Whatever" he muttered. However, no sooner than Caleb stripped the sheets into a pile on the floor, Carver walked through the door, sitting on Cameron's old bed.

Smelling the heavy scent of weed, Carver scoffed, "So... you're a pothead now, huh? Big jump...for y-o-u! Well, that explains why Logan was here. So, where's your stash?? You know you're gonna have to share with me now. I didn't make that much money mowing lawns this summer, and I've already ran through it ...cunt."

Exasperated, Caleb stood nude in the middle of the room, massaging temples ...and the headache that arrived with Carver. "I didn't b-u-y, okay?? He was just here and offered a smoke, alright? There's no `stash'."

"Well, you're gonna have to fix that," Carver stated bluntly. "You'll have to get some ...now that you have a connection." Carver cocked his head, looking puzzled at his brother. "What's that flaky shit on your face??"

`Fuck me!' Caleb thought to himself, trying to think. Agitated, he snapped, "I don't know what you're talking about. Now, I've got to get this stuff in the wash before Mom gets home. I'll be back in a second." Grabbing the pile of bedding and clothes, Caleb sprinted down the hall naked, throwing his laundry in the washer. On the way back to his room, he prayed Carver would be gone, but he had no such luck.

"What are you still doing here??" Caleb asked. "I've got to take a shower now." He did a double-take, though, realizing Carver had his jeans open and his 6" cock out, groping and massaging it. At 13, he was already bigger than Caleb (and when fully-grown, Carver would have the biggest cock of all three boys, measuring almost 9"). "What the fuck are you doing??" Caleb shouted, raising his voice for the first time.

Carver stood--his eyes glazed over. "It's your booty, baby. You know how much I like looking at it. Lay down on your mattress and let me whip one out," the horny teen murmured, staring at Caleb's ass, already entranced by it.

"Are you crazy??" Caleb replied. "We can't do this now! Mom will be home any minute!"

"No, she won't," Carver smiled, flashing his dimples. "She just texted me some shit about stopping at Saks and going the grocery store. She said she'll be home later."

Caleb stared at his brother's hard cock, unable to look away. His mouth seemed bone-dry as he tried swallowing. "This is crazy. Just wait until the middle of the night like you normally do."

Standing next to him, Carver reached out, moving his hands over Caleb's hard, round mounds. Whispering, he purred, "Come on... We've got time now, and you know how hard it is for me. I don't have a car for dates... It's hard to find a place to be alone with girls... And I'm a man already--these hormones are driving me fucking crazy... Just give me f-i-v-e minutes, okay, big brother? You know how much I admire and respect you... Come on..."

Caleb knew it was all bullshit, but, the fact was his brother was charming ...and Caleb could smell him--a familiar scent, not unlike Logan's. Staring at Carver's hard cock--his breath shallow--Caleb relented, replying in just over a whisper, "Okay... but hurry, alright?"

"Yeah... no problem," Carver whispered back. He followed Caleb over to his bed, rubbing and squeezing his brother's round glutes--something that, to date, Caleb hadn't allowed.

"Wait `til I've laid down," Caleb said, inadvertently giving Carver permission. Laying down, he turned his head to find his (not-so-little) little brother stripping. "What are you doing??" he snapped.

"Shhh... I'm just pretended it's night," Carver replied, trying to assuage his brother's concerns.

"You don't need to take your clothes off to jack off. Well...hurry up. Mom could get home any minute," Caleb relented, burying his face in the pillow.

Naked, Carver knelt on the floor next to the bed, jacking his cock with one hand, while rubbing and squeezing Caleb's big glutes with the other. "Just like a girl's..." Carver murmured.

While his face was in the pillow, his ears weren't covered, and Caleb spoke into the pillow, replying, "No-o-o...they're not!"

"Sh-h-h... Just let me have my fantasy now..." Carver whispered, as he continued rubbing the hard mounds. "Fuck me-e-e... Your ass is so-o-o fuckin' HOT..." However, after about five minutes, Carver climbed on the bed--his knees straddling Caleb's thighs.

Caleb quickly rose up on his elbows, frantically shouting, "What the fuck are you doing?? Get off my bed!"

"Sh-h-h... I'm not doing anything. I just wanna try something different," Carver tried reassuring.

"What??" Caleb snapped. "What `different'??"

"I a-l-r-e-a-d-y shoot on you, so this isn't much different," Carver purred, using all his charm. "I'm just gonna ride your ass. I've gotta feel what these two, beautiful mounds feel like wrapped around my cock, bro..."

Dropping his face back in the pillow, Caleb muttered, "God, how did I e-v-e-r let this get started?"

Carver reached down and began groping Caleb's hot, plump ass ...with slightly more vigor ...more `ownership'. "Y-e-a-h, girl, you've got a gorgeous ass," Carver purred--squeezing, mauling. After a couple minutes of silence, Carver purred, "Babe, I've just gotta see your sweet pussy," whereupon he pulled Caleb's hard glutes apart and found himself stunned by the beauty of his big brother's smooth, pink flower. Silent a moment--ignoring Caleb's protests--Carver found his voice, whispering, "Jesus Christ, you do have a pussy... Fuck man, it's so-o-o beautiful!"

"That's it. Get off me now," Caleb tried asserting control.

Instead, Carver laid down over Caleb, wedging his thick, 6" cock between the two, hard boulders and wrapping his arms around his brother. Lost in-heat, squeezing Caleb's hard pecs Carver ignored his brother's pleas--fucking his cock between the two, glorious mounds, murmuring the most obscene things in Caleb's ears. "O-o-o-o, bitch, I'm fuckin' you good now, cunt!" Licking and nipping at his brother's neck, Carver was full-on lost in his fantasy, and Caleb's resolve had dwindled way, leaving him grunting and moaning at the sensation of a fat cock rubbing between his two, smooth globes. "Fuckin' that White pussy of yours... Gonna fill you full of a bunch of nigger babies. You like that, c-u-n-t??"

Well... Caleb had heard that (and more) many times now over the past couple of months. It was clear Carver was fantasizing about fucking their mom, giving Caleb yet another reason to dislike Trey's presence in their previously quiet home. `But who's kidding who', Caleb thought, `Today's revelations proved it hadn't been a `quiet' home since his dad left. However, despite everything, the feeling of his brother's chest slapping against his back ...the feeling of Carver's tongue probing his ear ...and--most of all--the feeling of his brother's hard cock driving between his tight mounds made Caleb's cock was rock-hard again ...and Caleb didn't want Carver to stop--no way.

"O-o-o-o, bitch, you got the best titties around... so hard and full... You like my big cock, bitch??" Thinking it part of Carver's fantasy, Caleb only moaned, with his eyes rolling in his head. He was brought out of his delirium momentarily, though, when Carver hit him across the back of the head, saying, "I'm talkin' to YOU, bitch! You like my b-i-g cock??" Caleb panted--confused as how to respond--resulting in Carver grabbing a fistful of his hair, demanding again, "I asked you if you like my b-i-g cock, fuckhead! Answer me!"

Nearing his second orgasm, Caleb panted, "Yeah... Yeah... I love your big cock..."

A feeling of triumph and conquest filled Carver's chest. He wrapped his arms around Caleb again, squeezing his pecs, and dropped his head into the crook of Caleb's neck where painfully sucked, marking his territory--Carver's long, blonde hair falling down over Caleb's face. "Push your ass up, bitch," he ordered. "Ah-h-h... Yeah, that's it... F-u-c-k! your pussy feels good!! We're gonna be doing a l-o-t more of this from now on! ...no more `holding back', K [his nickname for Caleb]."

With Carver's cock rubbing furiously back-and-forth across his delicate, pink rosebud, Caleb was very close to his second orgasm of the day, looking and sounding as much also--his hair matted in sweat, his heavy eyelids hiding the rolling eyes, and his pillow wet with slobber.

"Unhh... unhh... unhh... Oh-h-h... fuckin' cuming inside your pretty, White cunt, bitch... O-o-o-o, fuck... F-u-c-k!" Caleb felt the hot, thick globs of his brother's cum shooting up his back, which tripped his own orgasm, and wanting the feel of Carver's cockhead shooting across his smooth hole, Caleb pushed his butt up higher.

Coming down from his high--huffing and puffing--Carver rose on his knees, slapping his gooey cockhead against the sweet, smooth flower. Getting off the bed, he ordered Caleb to sit up, wanting to see if he'd brought his brother off also. Although exhausted, Caleb--as usual--complied, revealing the wet mess he'd made on the mattress pad. Carver laughed, "You fuckin' faggot..." but before Caleb knew what happened, his mouth was crammed full of his brother's cock. "Clean it off, bitch! Clean my big, nigger cock!" Carver yelled, and doing what came naturally, Caleb eagerly sucked his little brother's rapidly hardening cock--rolling his tongue around the gooey head--sucking on it for more of Carver's sweet cum. "Ah-h-h, fuck, y-e-a-h... Then--intentionally demeaning Caleb, securing his leverage--he sneered, "Who fuckin' knew... Great, big, c-o-c-k-sucking, faggot!"

Just then, the backdoor slammed and Victoria could be heard hollering, "Boys?? Anyone home? Someone come help me with the groceries!"

Caleb pushed Carver back, frantically whispering, "Get out! Get out!" Naturally, Carver began dressing, though he didn't seem in much of a hurry. Caleb sprinted to the door and headed down the hall to shower. "Yeah, we're up here, Mom! I'm gonna take a quick shower."

Standing in Caleb's doorway only half-dressed, rubbing and thrusting his crotch in the direction of the staircase, Carver yelled, "Yeah, Mom, I'll come `h-e-l-p' you. Caleb was just showing me a good time. Weren't you, K?"

His face flashing with rage, Caleb turned inside the bathroom, flipping Carver off before slamming the door shut.

End -- Chapter 7