This is part of a multi-part story about a group of college students. The series has a sexual theme which may involve both straight and gay sex, sibling-incest, group-sex and more. It won't contain any content relating to underage sex, bestiality, or rape.
All characters and organisations are fictional, and the events described should encourage the reader to enjoy the story-line, but not to try it (i.e. the incest and unprotected sex are for fantasy only. Don't try it at home.)
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Ben Stevens (BenStevensFiction@outlook.com)
9-May-2022
"Hey, mate." Nick took a seat next to Simon, in the canteen.
"Hey there."
He lowered his voice. "Well, did anything happen?"
"You bet it did." Simon looked excited.
"How much?"
"All the fucking way, man."
"You mean you ... ?"
"Yeah," Simon nodded, with a big grin on his face. "But we can't talk here. How about your car again, tonight?"
"Sure thing."
"Hey, look. Over at the counter. Who the hell is he? With that guy ...." Simon tapped the table a couple of times, trying to remember the name. "Adam."
"It's a fucking skinhead."
Simon put a hand to his forehead. "Believe it or not, even I'd noticed that. Who is he?"
"Dunno, I saw them together on Friday and thought Adam must have found trouble, but they seemed to know one another. Perhaps it's his bodyguard."
"What need would he have for a bodyguard? Looks scary though."
"Oh, fucking Christ on a bike, they're coming this way, Si."
Adam wandered across, with Belcher trailing behind, carrying two cups of coffee. Having spoken to Nick a couple of times in the past, he nodded to him and asked if it was OK to sit at their table.
"Sure, any time. This is Simon." They nodded.
"Meet Belcher, he's a friend of mine. Just joined the course after he switched from another college."
They both nodded and said `hi', preferring not to know if there was some reason he was called Belcher.
Belcher broke the silence. "It's OK, I know people don't know what to say first time they see me. I can look after myself, but I never go out of my way to cause aggro."
"You don't need to tell people that," Adam cut-in. "They'll get used to you and accept you for what you are."
"You're welcome, Belcher," Nick reached out, shaking his hand. Simon did likewise, preferring to stay on the skinhead's good side.
Adam smiled, slapping Belcher on the shoulder. "He's Sharon Murray's boyfriend."
Simon started to choke on a mouthful of coffee; was it a death sentence to have once stuck your finger in a skinhead's girlfriend's cunt-hole?
Nick guessed what his friend was thinking, and provided a distraction by nodding to a couple of lads that had just wandered in. They nodded back and approached the table.
"Have a seat lads, you know Simon. This is Adam, and ... Belcher. Oh, these are Jason and Dean Babcock." It was obvious that they were identical twins, both 5'10" tall, with dark brown hair and athletic bodies.
"They said `hi', with Jason adding that they already knew Adam."
There was some casual chat, and a few jokes and anecdotes, until it was time for them to set-off to the first lecture of the day. Naturally, Simon found it difficult to concentrate on his lectures, as his mind kept wandering back to the events of the previous night, and the prospect of adventures yet to come. As for Nick, he'd had no comfort other than from his right-hand, since their wank together, and was dying for something exciting.
Things weren't so bad for Adam and Belcher, as they had an early lecture, followed by a two-hour break, which left them with time on their hands until Adam suggested "We could go to your shed, on the allotment," winking as he said it.
"Thought you'd never ask. I've thought of nothing but your prick ever since last time."
"There's no way I could forget yours. I've had that many wanks thinking about it."
"It's here for you any time you want it. I've been wanking a lot, too. Sharon had one of her friends staying for the weekend, so I didn't get chance to see her."
"Oh, that's hard on you."
"Yeah, I'm sure my fucking bollocks have turned blue. They feel like they're gonna burst." They both laughed, as they walked in the direction of the allotments.
Once there, Belcher unlocked the shed, opening the door to let them both in. Once inside, with the door shut, there was no time wasted before they were kissing passionately, pulling one another's clothes off as they did so. Soon, they were completely naked and fully erect, fondling one anothers' cocks.
Belcher pressed their cocks together, linking both hands around them so as he could stroke them as if they were one hugely-fat erection. Giving Adam one last kiss, he began to lick down his neck, around each nipple, and further down, slowly homing-in on his groin.
"Oh, fuck yeah, lick my balls, Belch. I love having my nut-sack licked." Belcher was only too happy to oblige, working on them eagerly before making his way up to Adam's cock-head where he rolled back the foreskin and sucked, savouring the taste. Both lads were in heaven.
Belcher eventually stopped sucking and turned his friend to face the bench, spreading his ass-cheeks so that he could lick round and round his ass-hole, teasing it to make him squirm with pleasure before probing more deeply. Fingering some lube into Adam's hole, he asked "You sure you're OK with it."
"Fuck, yeah. Thick ones are my favourite."
Slapping him on the ass, playfully, Belcher very slowly eased his cock-head in, feeling the hole stretch round it, gripping the shaft as, inch by inch, it sank in. Giving his friend a moment to get used to having it inside him, he licked the back of his neck, reaching down to play with Adam's cock a little. "Ready?"
"Yeah, go for it."
Belcher was at his gentlest until he was satisfied that he wasn't causing stress or pain, whereupon he began to fuck more intensely, thrusting his cock in a little harder each time. Adam responded by thrusting his ass back at him, as if desperate to take as much cock as could possibly fill him. Before long, he was almost begging for it. "Fuck me, fuck me, Belcher. Hold me down and fucking take me."
Taking a deep breath, Belcher slipped his arms under Adam's armpits, linking his hands behind his friend's neck and pushing him face-down onto the bench as he used his powerful thigh muscles to hammer the lad's ass. He was consumed with the excitement of fucking his first guy. With a cry of relief, he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Adam's ass, collapsing on top of him.
As Belcher stood, easing his softening cock out, Adam turned to sit on the bench, eagerly wanking himself and begging to be sucked off. Wasting no time, Belcher went down on it, soon taking a mouthful of cum, which they shared as they French-kissed, afterwards.
They spent the next half-hour sitting, side by side, in one anothers' arms, with Belcher resting his head on Adam's shoulder. It was all new to him; his sex-life had just reached new dimensions, and he loved it. Adam thought to himself "If only the others could see he has a loving side to him."
"That was one of my best fucks ever."
"You certainly put everything into it."
"If you'd told me to stop, I would have, you know. I'd never hurt you."
"If you'd stopped, I'd have ripped your balls off. I was fucking loving it." They laughed together.
"I just got so fucking turned-on, when I gobbled your cock. You must have had a piss before we left the college, and I could taste it under your foreskin. Fucking ace, man."
"You dirty bastard." Adam grinned. "I'm so glad I met you."
"Oh, I am. And I'm glad too. I've never met any guys like you before."
Adam laughed. "I wouldn't say that. Remember Jason, and his brother, Dean? They're knobbing one another, at home."
"You serious? Two brothers? Twins, even? Getting cock from one another?"
"Yeah, pretty hot, isn't it?"
"Fucking hell, yeah. How do you know?"
"Jason told me. They went to the same school as me, and they were both used to having fun with their mates. When they went home for the holidays they missed it, so they started doing sexual favours for one another."
"I wish I had a brother like that."
"Well, at least you've got me."
It was strange how the unlikely combination of Adam had Belcher had become firm friends, in such a short time, considering that Adam had originally been terrified of the skinhead. Now, he felt completely at ease.
"We'd best be getting back to college," said Adam, reaching for his clothes.
"OK, let's get dressed. I need a piss, behind the shed, before we go."
"Can I hold your cock for you when you're pissing?"
"Thought you'd never ask," said Belcher.
"I fucking love watching guys pissing"
They locked-up and discretely slipped behind the shed, which, being in one corner of the allotments, was hidden from public view by the high wooden bordering fence. Belcher stood with his hands on his head, letting Adam open his pants and pull his cock out. Standing next to Belcher, with an arm around his back, Adam held the lad's cock in his other hand, watching closely as Belcher pissed. It was quite a bladder-full, which slowed to a trickle and finally stopped, before Adam gave a pull and a couple of shakes. Then he surprised his friend by kneeling, rolling back Belcher's foreskin and sucking his wet cock-head clean.
Belcher chuckled. "You dirty fucker. Now it's my turn." Kneeling to tug Adam's pants down below his balls, he said "Give me some," taking Adam's knob in his mouth, just as he started pissing.
"Oh, fuck, you're drinking it. My own personal urinal."
Belcher was gulping-down mouthfuls of hot piss. Eventually, he stood, French-kissing Adam and sharing the last mouthful.
Having re-adjusted their clothes, they made their way back to college, stopping on the way to buy a couple of packets of mints from the newsagent.
"There's that Vicky Webber, over there," Nick whispered, as he unlocked the car. "I'd offer her a lift, but I'm dying for a wank."
"She'll wait," said Simon. "Our balls have to come first, today."
"I'd love to give her one, though."
Simon grinned. "Make her your special project. You might find a way to get off with her."
"Believe me, it's tempting. But Hannah would probably kill me."
"She'll just have to be mine, then."
It was all bravado, and they both knew it, but it amused them as Nick drove-off to the quiet spot in the countryside, that they'd used last time. Living on the edge of the city had its advantages.
When they were safely parked, and satisfied that no one would disturb them, Nick couldn't wait any longer. "So you went all the way with your sister, last night?"
"All the way, man."
"You really fucked her?"
"Over the kitchen table."
"You're not making it up, are you?"
"I knew you'd say that, so I got proof."
"Proof?"
Pulling his phone out, Simon proudly brandished it in front of his mate. "That's her cunt."
"Nice pussy, but it could be anybody's."
"So what about this then?" He showed him the full-frontal nude, that was instantly recognisable as his sister.
"Oh, look at those tits, and that trimmed bush. Never let me doubt you again, man."
Simon related the events of the previous evening, leaving as little as possible to the imagination. Nick was impressed, as well as highly excited, and asked "And she really said you can fuck her up her bum-hole, next time?"
"I'd have done it there and then, but she said we had to get to bed or we'd attract attention." By then, both lads were rubbing their erections, through their pants.
"Oh, for God's sake, Nick. We've already seen one another boned-up and cumming. If we're gonna wank together, we may as well do it properly, instead of hiding it."
Nick pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Well, we are wank-buddies." They eased their pants down together, letting their erections free, ready for a wanking session. "My favourite wanks are always the ones where I have my Calvins round my ankles."
"I'm the same. I like to hold my balls, with my other hand, as I wank, too. Like this."
"It's funny how last week, wanking was something we never even mentioned, and now we're watching one another do it and sharing techniques."
"Hey, I guess we are. I guess I was always curious if you wanked yourself off, and how you did it." Simon said it without really thinking.
"I suppose I wondered the same about you, and what your cock was like."
"You've seen it in the showers before."
"Yeah, but not stiff as a poker. Did you never wonder what mine was like, boned-up?"
"Yeah, never thought I'd see it though."
"Well, here it is, you can look all you want. I'm getting used to it, now."
"Oh, can I have a feel, too?" Simon was actually only joking, without really thinking.
Nick lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want to?"
Simon paused, not having seriously contemplated the idea until now. "OK, but we don't tell anybody."
"I'll close my eyes, and if you want to feel it up, I won't stop you." After what seemed a long wait, he felt Simon's hand close around his cock-shaft. Somehow, it was exciting him.
"It feels better than I thought it would, Nick. Sort of like, I don't want to let go." He was almost whispering. "You can open your eyes, you silly fucker."
Nick opened his eyes, looking straight into Simon's. Simon looked down at his own cock, as if making an invitation, which Nick decided to accept. Reaching-out, he took his friends' erect penis in his hand, and the two of them sat there, holding one another.
"You're right, Si. Something makes me want to hold it for ever."
"Never thought it would be like this. Not that I'd ever thought about it."
"I know what you mean." Then came the obvious question; "Do you reckon wank-buddies should wank one another off."
Simon didn't answer, at first, but started to stoke his friend's cock, and it wasn't long before Nick was returning the favour. It was so much better, being wanked by another person, and felt awesome, but in this case the fact that it was sort of wrong made it all the more exciting.
It was actually Nick that ejaculated first, with Simon soon after.
"Fuck, Nick, I never imagined wanking another guy off would be such a turn-on. Or getting a hand-job from a guy."
"Do you reckon it should be a one-off, or should we meet-up to jerk one another, now and then?"
"Dunno. Now I've cum, I don't know what to think. Let's both recover and see how we feel about it tonight."
"Good idea, you're right. Tell you what, if you decide we should do it again, send a pic of your cock to my phone, and if I decide, I'll send you a pic of mine."
"You're on."
That evening, Simon couldn't get the thought of what he'd done out of his mind. After reasoning with himself that it wasn't gay, and knowing damn-well that it was, he conceded that he liked girls, and if he liked cock too, that should be no big deal; in fact, it was an added bonus. It was a case of forgetting what he'd always been told, and thinking it terms of what felt good. Taking his phone, he snapped a photo of his erection and sent it to Nick. Minutes later, a photo of Nick's cock came his way. They were going to be real wank-buddies.