Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2021 01:31:38 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Latchkey Gangbang Ch 2 Latchkey Gangbang II by Underjug M/b, con, oral, anal ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. I also post my stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Little Jesse was almost late for the gangbang and hurried to his townhouse complex determined to make it on time. The towheaded boy with soft blue eyes and light rosy cheeks reached the place across the street from his home. Brushing his longish hair away from his face, Jesse fished out the key the college dudes had given him and used it to enter the frat house. Greeting the nine-and-three-quarter-year-old were his four naked frat brothers. "Hey, it's Gangbang Jesse!" hooted Zack. He was the leader of sorts who had an Elvis hairstyle with red streaks. "There be our Gangbang Jesse!" hailed Jamar. He was the African-American with gorgeous high cheek bones and purple frosted tips. "Ah, our Gangbang Jesse!" hollered Alonso. He was the silky brown Latino with curly hair. "Gettin' us some Gangbang Jesse!" howled Rocky. He was the dirty blond who happened to be a year older than the other sophomores. The air in the kitchen was thick with the familiar smell of brownies and pot. As part of the routine, a shook-up can of beer was opened and sprayed all over Jesse. "Daaaaammmnnn," smirked Jamar. "Sorry again." Rocky chuckled, "You keep falling for that prank." "Let's getcha outta those wet clothes," soothed Zack. "We love having you here, Jesse," Alonso nodded. The frat boys helped the grade-schooler out of his attire and right soon afterward their weenies started plumping. Zack gestured to his buds. "Make room for Jesse, shower's ready." Cleaning his slim frame with the sliver of Irish Spring and washing his hair with Axe shower gel, Jesse was well aware everything they were doing together was no hazing ritual. He had once thought a "gangbang" was the fraternity's way of putting a pledge through a fierce initiation to determine if they would accept him as a member. But it had been a month now of Zack, Jamar, Alonso and Rocky stuffing their weenies and shooting their cum into the youngster's mouth, up his butt, all over his body, and sometimes in his eye. On top of that, the four adult boys had already started calling him their "lil frat bro" after the first gangbang, so why the initiation would continue if he was already a member didn't make a whole lot of sense. Jesse had caught on at last - he was just a kid, after all - that his college frat brothers were simply into being naughty with him. But only when the foursome were high on marijuana baked in brownies. Jesse had actually understood that second fact much sooner because on occasion his mom toked after her long shifts at work. Usually those times were followed by lectures about her son not doing drugs himself. Which Jesse could honestly say was the case. The exception being the first gangbang when he'd taken a few bites of a pot brownie. Since then, before every gangbang, there would always be one batch baked for Jesse without the smelly grass that made your brain lift into the clouds and your mouth all giggly. The part about eating brownies was admittedly against his mom's rule of no processed sugar, but Jesse had learned from his frat brothers you don't let bitches run your life. Of course, the boy knew this from first-hand experience, when he was called a bitch by the gangbangers and not once did he dare ask them to stop plugging his holes or making their spooge. Zack wolfed down the rest of his brownie. "Can't wait to do our Gangbang Jesse. My cock's aching for that hot little mouth." True to his word, the part-time bouncer had abstained from kissing guys. Except for the time he'd kissed Jesse thinking the boy was a chick. And the time he'd kissed Jamar after forgetting about his promise not to kiss dudes. And the time he'd kissed Alonso about 10 minutes ago in his bedroom. From now on, though, Zack was determined to go cold turkey on the mouth-mashing lest anyone think him bi. Alonso was nibbling on his brownie. "This time I get first shot at Jesse's mouth. Don't want your sloppy seconds." It concerned the Latin lover he'd told everyone about his schoolgirl fantasy, even though reportedly every guy at one time or another had had those thoughts. It took some mental gymnastics to think of Jesse as a girl, but the boy's androgynous looks definitely helped. Because Alonso understood it was only acceptable to love women and it would be a fate worse than death to be gay. Jamar couldn't remember if he'd had enough brownies, so he ate another piece just to be sure. "Long as I get that sweet ass, 'cause it's tighter than a nun's cunt." The strapping ebony-skinned Adonis knew for some time he swung both ways, and so far he'd been able to hide his dirty little secret. The first time he'd buttfucked Jesse he thought he was fucking a ho's butt, which held no appeal for him so he'd had to fantasize fucking a dude's butt, but now that he knew he WAS fucking a dude's butt he could enjoy the buttfuck. Which meant that gender didn't make no difference, but these dudes would freak if they knew he wouldn't mind any one of them as his boyfriend. Rocky was pretty sure he'd had too many brownies, but he ate another one anyways just because. The dude was straight as an arrow; however, his recent discovery that a boy's cocklet looked a lot like a clit had made him extremely confused. The advantages were of course undeniable. One, there was none of that static from a woman about your tongue failing to find that tiny fleshy twig in the oral hunt up her snatch. And B, you had to be ready for any potential backwash from a chick's orgasm, whereas a preteen's nut was as dry as Rocky's mouth was feeling right now from overdoing it with the weed. Be that as it may, it did concern the eldest that the other frat bros might not think his arrow was poker straight. "Whoa," giggled Zack, "I shouldn'ta got so fucked up." "You're telling me," chuckled Jamar. "Tell you what?" asked Zack, smiling in confusion. "No, he was just telling you 'you're telling me,'" explained Alonso. "What'd I tell you?" asked Zack, scrunching up his face. "Whoa," chortled Rocky, "Think I'm having d‚j... vu." The conversation went on like this to the point where Alonso was wondering how any of them had ever gotten into college. But the group sobered up the moment Jesse stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in the ratty blue towel. Each stared with hunger in his eyes - Zack about to switch hit, Alonso about to fantasize straight, Jamar about to get non-binary, and Rocky about to boy lust. Jesse smiled at the smirking young men. He'd gotten used to being picked up like a football and tossed around the living room where they held all the gangbangs. Zack scooped up the kid and lobbed him over to Alonso. "Gangbang Jesse's gonna handle all his horny frat bros." Alonso chucked him over to Jamar. "It's a good time with Gangbang Jesse around." Jamar launched him across to Rocky. "Gangbang Jesse always leavin' us satisfied." Rocky fumbled and nearly dropped him to the floor. "That's our Gangbang Jenny." "Jesse," corrected Zack. "That's what I said," defended Rocky. "You said 'Jenny,'" explained Alonso. "Who's Jenny?" asked Jamar. Jesse had to straighten everything out. "Rocky accidentally called me 'Jenny' like he always does, but I'm Jesse the boy across the street." Once the facts were made plain, the little frat bro got to sucking Alonso while jacking Zack and Rocky and getting mounted by Jamar. Fortunately, the preteen had taken up juggling as a hobby so that he could learn to handle multiple tasks at once. "Ahhhhh, my sweet ni¤a," Alonso purred as he made Jesse open wide. His weenie was a good size and he liked to face fuck aggressively despite his claims as a romantic lover. So Jesse had to freeze his mouth into a friendly tunnel without teeth or the consequences would be Alonso gagging him with his meat. "Always a bridesmaid and never a bride with that mouth and ass," chuckled Rocky while being stroked. His weenie was about the same size as Alonso's. And Rocky had pubes like the rest of the frat boys (you learned all sorts of words hanging out with bigger guys) but he also had hair on his nutsack (yup, the boy's vocabulary certainly was improving). "Don't take too long to get blown," Zack urged Alonso while also being stroked. "I can't wait to unload in that hot fucking mouth." His weenie was bigger than the other two. And it was the first one Jesse had sucked and the third one up his butt. Not to mention it was the first to shoot in the boy's mouth. At the time Jesse had thought the stuff from a weenie was like a mom's milk from a breast - it certainly helped to wash down the little bit of brownie he'd eaten during his first visit - but now he knew it was actually "spooge." "Gettin' balls deep," grunted Jamar once he'd greased himself with the conveniently-placed lotion and impaled the boy's bottom. His weenie was the biggest of all - in fact, the size of it was Jesse's age. It was the first to fuck his rear and take his cherry. Jesse knew because of that he was no longer a virgin. The boy was a man just like the others even though he was the puniest and had to work at making all the weenies spooge (he had learned about nouns and verbs and knew you could spooge spooge). YOU HEARD OF A CHICK MAGNET, the frat brothers had explained, WELL, YOU'RE A DICK MAGNET. Wherever there was a slot in the boy, a weenie was sure to poke itself in. Not only were his mouth slot and his rear slot always wedged open, but his hands also had to form finger slots. In this adult-only cartoon the gang watched during a break from an orgy, Jesse laughed at a silly invention a character had made called a monowheel that you could ride using four grip handles - two in each hand, one in the mouth, and one up the butt. The joke was the handles even looked like weenies, which had made Jesse exclaim, "That's me, I'm that monowheel!" But the four weenie-shaped handles on the college dudes had an extra feature: Squirting like novelty joke flowers, only with much more force and unpredictability. Since Jesse didn't make spooge of his own, he really felt like he was playing with the big boys when getting all of theirs. Still, the boy was allowed to have his own comes! It wasn't just Rocky who was super considerate with the reacharounds anymore, the others were also polite about it. At one point during a past gangbang, Jesse surprised the frats when he, too, huffed and puffed then made the sneezing sound they usually made when nutting. It was like the time he had launched in a hot air balloon and experienced the sudden feeling of his privates floating away from his body. Except Jesse fired blanks, which gave him the rep of being no fuss, no mess. You couldn't really say that about the college dudes. The tyke never left the frat house dehydrated. His belly was always full, his butt was always rinsed, and his skin was always moisturized. Spooge was how Jesse knew he was doing a good job. Sure, a frat brother could use words, but nothing said it louder than a weenie squirt. "Dios mio, I'm coming!" Alonso said with throat constricted as he fired volley after volley of ball juice down what he imagined was a schoolgirl even though technically it kinda was. He'd actually started chatting online with a college chick with the username "GBJ" and tonight was their first date. According to her profile she was short and Alonso wondered if SHE might ever be into playing out his schoolgirl fantasy. Jamar couldn't hold back. "Aw yeah, so good!" His rock-solid black whale shot an impressive geyser out the blowhole and up into the boy's love channel. There was nothing like coming in a dude's ass, but Jamar hated having to pretend it belonged to a beeyotch, when really it was one of his frat buddies he'd been pretending to be fucking. So just this once he forgot about all that and allowed himself to enjoy coming in little boy Jesse. "Alright, lemme at those lips," declared Zack while releasing the kid's hand from his dick. He noticed Alonso throwing him a look and realized his words could be misconstrued as a demand for another kiss. To show that wasn't the case, the leader shoved the brown-skinned dude aside. But when face-fucking the boy, Zack worried all those accidental smooches were giving him the reputation of being bi. Shit, dudes kissed each other all the time at the gay club he worked at, so it was most likely a case of monkey see, monkey do. "Time for a little muff diving," chuckled Rocky as he dropped to his knees and tongued the clit- like dick. Though the straightest dude of the bunch, he took pride in giving the boy an orgasm. The best part of eating out Jesse was the glorious absence of douchy odors, and again there was gratitude for the oral service instead of complaints that you couldn't get a chick off to save your life. Every gangbang was a little different for Jesse. Sure, he was fucked by Jamar like usual, and blew Alonso and Zack like usual, and got licked between his legs by Rocky like usual. But he also... ...received a facial from Jamar... ...was double-penetrated by Zack and Alonso... ...got spit roasted by Rocky and Jamar... ...was licked between his legs by Zack while he himself was lapping Alonso's nutsack. Then Zack realized his mistake in licking a male and Rocky took over, but not before Zack kissed Rocky who then said I'm not Alonso and Zack said what the fuck am I doing and tried to get the boy to lick his nutsack and Alonso said hey dude he's already licking my balls and Zack said he was hitting the showers. But Jesse also knew something wasn't quite right with his frat brothers - they all seemed to want something and not want something at the same time. His suspicions were confirmed when Zack pulled the boy aside at the end of the gangbang and asked him to come over tomorrow so they could talk alone. At first Jesse was flattered by the extra attention. It was soon obvious, however, that Zack wasn't his usual cocky self. Underneath, the Elvis-hair guy seemed nervous and uneasy. The next day after school, Jesse went straight to the frat house and found Zack alone in the kitchen. What struck the youngster was how different the big boy looked in his college T-shirt and blue jeans. Not since the first gangbang had Jesse seen Zack in clothes. "C'mere in the living room and let's talk." "'Kay, Zack." They sat on the sofa together. Another thing that struck the youngster was how used he was to being gangbanged instead of talked to on this piece of furniture. Zack said, "I been thinking, we've shown you everything a little frat bro should do, 'cept we neglected to show you how to kiss." "Um... Yeah..." A final thing that struck the youngster was the huge difference in Zack when he wasn't high on pot brownies. The guy could actually speak in full sentences and finish his thoughts. "So," continued Zack, "in the interests of making sure you know how to do it properly, I decided I should show you." "Sure..." "There's the closed-mouth kiss, the one you can do with your granny." Jesse was treated to the same kind of kiss that Zack had accidentally given him during the gangbang. It felt real nice, way better than a kiss with a wrinkly relative. His head seemed to glow like a jack-o'-lantern. "Then there's the open-mouth kiss, when you really wanna let someone know you're hot for them." The boy had his lips pressed apart by Zack's forceful mouth and they kissed like the teenagers he usually saw while passing by the high school. It felt amazing, and he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else but his frat brothers. Now the rest of Jesse was warming up as if he'd eaten a jalapeno pepper. "And then there's frenching, which you do when you're practically in love." They started with the open-mouth kiss, but then Zack stuck his tongue in Jesse's mouth and darted it in and out. What was happening seemed to be less like a simple lesson and more like stranger danger. It felt out of this world, the greatest kiss in the history of kisses. Jesse's body was like the Human Torch bursting into flames. Zack didn't quite know what was going on. He was supposed to give a quick demonstration and be done with it. So why was he ripping the boy's clothes off as well as stripping himself naked? And why was he lubing up his cock? But Zack decided to go along with it. This was pretty close to what he normally did to Jesse on the couch anyway. With a shrug, Zack said, "Since I'm showing you how to kiss, might as well fuck." He mounted the boy and did a gangbang without the gang. In his head the frat leader understood this was all just supposed to be about the kissing. But he couldn't help noticing how soft as talcum the little dude's lips were and how hungry for the stud's tongue the little dude's mouth was, which wasn't the point because this was supposed to be a teachable moment only, yet it was making him super horny. "Mmmhhhhhhmmmmm, yeeeaaaahhhhhhhh, ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh, my sweet Jesse, ooohhhhhhhhh, huuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh..." Suddenly, Zack shot his load and shouted in ecstasy! He realized the lesson had gotten out of hand and the best solution was to bail. Only problem was, his cock was stuck in the Chinese finger trap of a tight rectum, so he couldn't pull out until his shaft had softened. "So, uhhhhhhhh, that's kissing." "U-Um, Zack, can I maybe say something?" "What's on your mind?" "I think you didn't ask me to come over to show me how to kiss." "I didn't?" Zack attempted to yank out his rod, but it wasn't going anywhere. "It's because you wanted to tell me something you don't want the others to know about." "Fine, I'm probably bi!" Zack froze. That came out of nowhere! Jesus, just because he'd always lived with dudes and jacked off thinking about frat cock didn't mean he had a gay side! "Yeah, so, no homo but probably bi." That same week Jesse had his usual gangbang with the four weenies. Then Alonso had whispered in his ear that the next one together would be tomorrow night. When the youngster showed up at the appointed hour, however, there was nobody else around but the Latino frat brother. "Did I say it was tonight?" asked Alonso. "Guess I must've been a little out of it. Oh well, you can hang out if you want." They watched YouTube videos together on the sofa and Jesse even got to have a teensy taste of brownie. Again, it seemed strange to be in clothes when the boy would normally be face fucked or bent over and mounted by the brown-skinned teen. "Hey, what's this video about?" asked Alonso, and he started it up before Jesse could even answer. It was one of those amateur wrestling clips with an older brother dominating his much younger brother. Both amateur contestants were dressed in nothing but gym shorts. "Doesn't that look fun?" asked Alonso. "Well, it does for the big brother," commented Jesse. "Yeah, we should definitely try it," replied Alonso, even though the youngster had said nothing of the sort. "Strip down to your briefs." With a nod, Jesse did as he was told and the two faced off on the living room rug. The boy really wasn't the sporty type. But his frat bro really seemed keen on exercise, and of course the kid craved to be accepted as one of the guys. "LUCHA!" shouted Alonso and he proceeded to crush every match. All Alonso was planning to do was toughen up the tyke. Jesse seemed the type who got picked on; after all, he let himself be gangbanged every time he came over, so there was no telling what was happening to him at school. It was while surfing through YouTube for wrestling clips to learn tips to better dominate his frat bros that the Latino had come upon bed wrestling vids. Since Jesse had no real big brothers, Alonso had decided it fell upon his shoulders to roughhouse with the boy and get him to start standing up for himself. The best way to do that was for Alonso to fall face down on the floor and bark to Jesse, "Get on top!" This allowed Jesse to climb on his opponent's back. Instead of going for the obvious and throwing the boy off, Alonso barked, "Hump to dominate me!" So Jesse did the requested wrestling move and gyrated his hips. But for Alonso this had an unexpected effect. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, his jaw slackened, and his cock got rock hard. He refused to let Jesse change it up with other wrestling moves, this was the one the frat bro insisted on. Alonso couldn't deny how amazing it felt to be taken by another male, even if the top was only a pup. The teensy hardon was nowhere near the frat's prostate, but it lit up his rear chute like a thousand-watt lightbulb. The Latin American community may frown upon it, but getting pounded in the ass was damn good! It wasn't long before Alonso shouted, "Fuckin' puto!" and he made a huge mess in the front of his briefs. When Jesse rolled his opponent's limp body over to pin his shoulders, there was almost no resistance and the youngster asked, "Um, don't you mean PUTa?" "No, I meant my PUTo self." "A-Are you... Are you trying to t-tell me something?" "I think... I might be gay." At the next gangbang, Jesse sensed tension from both Zack and Alonso during their spit roast. Both had told him separately that in the eyes of the other frat brothers, each of them was straight. The boy wasn't to breathe a word to anyone that Zack was bi and Alonso was gay. Being a dutiful student, Jesse had to look up the definitions since he had no real idea what he was being asked not to say. "No homo," said a squinty-eyed Zack while face-fucking the boy's mouth. "No homo," said any equally squinty-eyed Alonso while thrusting up the boy's behind. It came as no surprise when Jamar had offered to pick Jesse up after school the next day for a one-on-one bro hangout. The boy could tell the hung African-American needed to chat about something confidential. The nice part about it was the trip to an ice cream parlor where they shared a malted with two straws. Jesse's body had taken in more processed sugar and fresh spooge since meeting his frat bros than he'd ever had in his life. An elderly lady passed by. "What a lovely girl you are, darling." "I'm not a girl, I'm a boy." "Well, heaven's sake, forgive me," blushed the lady as she hurried off, "I-I... I'm not wearing my glasses." Jesse turned to his frat bro. "I get that a lot." "Uh, so, maybe that was actually a sign," said Jamar hesitatingly. "You're talking about your sexuality," replied Jesse point-blank. "I- Bu- How'd you know?" "What'd you need to tell me?" Jamar suggested a hotel where they could speak in private. No regular rooms were available, so they were upgraded to the honeymoon suite. Greeting them were a heart-shaped bed, a fruit and cheese basket, and a bubbling jacuzzi. Romantic music played over the speakers and the air smelled of lavender. It put Jamar in the mood for fucking. Fortunately the room was well stocked with moisturizer, which easily doubled for lube. Jamar lay on his back while Jesse rode his whale. Nowhere on Earth was there a tighter hole. The pain- pleasure drove the black stud wild! It was as if the boy's behind perpetually returned to its virginal state no matter how often it was drilled. Fucking was perfect - it was all about grunts and moans and absolutely no talking. But upon firing his load, Jamar had no more excuses to delay his confession. "All this time I thought I liked both women and men, but now... I realize... I'm probably into gender fluid." "Oh... Okay." "You see, I like thinking of you as female who I then like to think of as male while the others think of you as female." "That... That's a lot to think about." "Keep it to yourself, though, 'cause when I first thought of you as female and had to think of you as male I got my rocks off fantasizing about the other frat bros kissing, but now that I know you're male, I have to think of you as female even though while fucking you I prefer thinking of you as male, but they have to think I'm thinking of you as female." Little Jesse also kept it to himself that the frat bros actually HAD been kissing and one of them had even kissed Jamar. The rest of what had been said just made the boy so confused it hurt his brain. To take advantage of the rest of their stay in the honeymoon suite, Jamar spooged twice more. He tried out positions they hadn't done in the past. Holding Jesse in the air in the missionary position and plunging the boy up and down on his whale. Getting Jesse to hang his head over the bed and having the pair of heavy balls slap against the kid's forehead while face-fucking. Jamar was also super considerate in making sure Jesse had his two comes. The last of the frat brothers had taken a page from the Alonso playbook with a fake mistake in the schedule for the next gangbang. "Whaddaya know, must've got the dates mixed up," said Rocky. "Weird how that's been happening a lot," mumbled Jesse. "Sorry, didn't hear ya." "What about your sexuality don't you want the others to know about?" "Huh? That's cray-cray, whatever gave you the idea-?" "Oh, c'mon, Rocky, just tell me-" "I love young boys in kilts!" "Huh?" "Don't know why, but I got a thing for underage and Scotch..." And with that he handed the boy a present to unwrap. Inside was a strip of plaid cloth. "This is what Highlander dudes wear." Jesse was asked to change into the outfit and model for Rocky. "U-Um," the boy said, "it looks like a skirt." "No, kiddie, it's a kilt. And here's thigh-high socks worn with it. Also, there's a white shirt, just leave it unbuttoned, tie the ends together." Jesse walked around the living room in the attire. "A-Are you sure about this?" "As an insult, Scotch soldiers would turn right around and moon their enemy." Rocky saw the youngster chuckle and do a demonstration. Seeing the boy present himself like a baboon in heat gave the eldest frat brother an instant boner. With lust in his eyes, he grabbed Jesse's sides and frotted the crotch of his jeans against the bare ass. "I'm goin' to the hilt in that kilt." Gripping the kid's hip with one hand, Rocky unzipped his fly, lubed himself up with the couch lotion, and pressed his knob against the tiny pucker. He wasted no time getting to the fuck. As usual, Rocky later dismounted, dove down to the tyke's groin, and proceeded to lick. "Lemme play that cute lil bagpipe of yours." The horny frat bro and lil frat bro had multiple orgasms. Which made it rough for both of them, because the gangbang actually WAS penciled in for that evening. Rocky stripped the boy naked and hid the Scotch uniform in the nick of time before the others could see what the two were up to. Though exhausted, Jesse and Rocky forced themselves to go through the motions of the gangbang all throughout the double penetration, spit roast, and bukkake. In the following weeks, every frat bro tried to get Jesse alone and explore his newfound sexuality. Each time the pair would hide away in the dude's own bedroom. Zack fucked Jesse's bum in the leader's room, all the while saying, "Man, it'd be lit to have some snatch with us right now, wouldn't it?" "Are y-you gonna ask a g-GIRL to join us?" Jesse asked with trepidation. "It'd totally be da bomb," smiled Zack, but he wouldn't say when it would happen. "Damn, such silky skin, I could fuck you all night. Huuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhh!" "Dios mio!" shouted Alonso when Jesse was humping his adult bottom in the Latino's bedroom. "Shame I'm a puto, but I guess that's the lifestyle I've chosen. Get your dick up my ass." "I'm a-already inside you," Jesse said with trepidation. "Are we allowed to kiss?" "Not here! Go ahead and pound me with everything you've got. My madre wants grandchildren but now I can't give her any. This is my punishment for being gay." "Yeeaaaahhhhhhh, that's my girl-boy," smiled Jamar in the African-American's bedroom as he slowly worked his 9-3/4" dick into Jesse's rear. "Gonna stretch out that pussy-asshole." "So, are you th-thinking I'm a boy who's a girl or a girl wh-who's a boy," Jesse asked with trepidation. "I dunno, boy, all I know is if I could, I'd marry that ass of yours," grunted Jamar when finally bottoming out. "Okay, s-so you said 'boy' which m-means you see me as a b-boy now?" observed Jesse. "Busy makin' love, there'll be plenny a time for pillow talk," smiled Jamar while stroking the tyke's little "clit" as one of the frat bros was fond of calling it. "Ride 'em, cowboy!" hooted Rocky as he fucked Jesse in that very position in the oldest frat brother's bedroom. "I don't r-remember reading about H-Highlanders wearing k-kilts in the Old West," Jesse said with trepidation. "Don't know m-much about history," moaned Rocky, "but I d-do know that I l-love you." "I like wh-when you stroke m-my clit," squeaked Jesse with the two adult fingers jacking him. "That's not... No, what you got is a kiddie cock." "B-But wasn't it y-you who called it that word?" "Less talking, more coming." It's not that the dudes were all out of gangbangs. Those were still happening. But the number was noticeably dwindling. It was as if... ...when Jesse was simultaneously sucking off Zack, jacking off Alonso, getting his foot licked by Jamar, and taking it up the ass by Rocky that each older teen was less interested in the group fun and were fantasizing about what they'd do with the boy if the others weren't around... ...or when Jesse was simultaneously being double-penetrated by Zack and Alonso, giving a handjob to Jamar, and sucking off Rocky that each was making mental plans to take the boy somewhere for a one-on-one outing... ...or when Jesse was in the middle of a bukkake that Zack, Alonso, Jamar, and Rocky weren't really into drenching him with cum together but instead looked like they wanted to get the boy alone in their own bedroom. "You h-haven't told our frat br-brothers I'm b-bi, have you?" panted Zack in his room as he face- fucked Jesse. "Nnnmmph," replied the boy. Zack thrust faster. "Gag on it, bitch. I'm g-gonna come!" "Just a reminder not to tell our frat brothers about me being gay," grunted Alonso in his room in the middle of face-fucking. "Mmiiihh mmmoh," replied the boy. Alonso smirked. "Here you go. Swallow it, Eskimo brother!" "Love how you can deep throat my whale and love how you can swallow all that gender fluid," sighed Jamar in his room while gently face-fucking. "Phhnk phoo," replied the boy. Jamar sighed before coming, "And love to take you out to dinner later, little schoolboy, but this love offering should tide you over." "Can't believe you didn't know that weird man-kiddie fact about FINDING DORY," huffed Rocky in his room while face-fucking with an overbite. "Ffffiihhhmmm Mmmeeeeemmmiiihh," replied the boy. "Oh right, FINDING NEMO. Anyway," Rocky lectured, "all clownfish are dudes. So in order to reproduce, the father can turn into a chick and the oldest son becomes the dad. But how'd I get onto that topic, wasn't I talking 'bout that Scotch film SHREK? Oh wait, here's my load!" Between the secret one-on-one sex were the usual gangbangs. Regardless, even those were starting to make less and less sense to Jesse, since the frat brothers were all pretending to be completely "no homo" despite the fact in secret they were admitting to the youngster to being anything but. The notion began to form in Jesse's brain that maybe these college guys weren't all that bright. And it wasn't just a matter of them being high on pot brownies. They just seemed... kinda dumb. Everything came to a head one fateful night when each frat brother thought he had the place to himself. Zack was the first to invite Jesse up to his room. "Lemme in there, Jesse," he panted during an intense fuck. "Take that piece of meat." "Are y-you ever g-gonna invite a... a ch-chick, Zack?" asked Jesse. Zack used kisses as a silencer. "I'll be so good to you." The dude pinned the boy to the bed and enjoyed humping away. He blasted hot, white jizz up the tiny, pert ass. Instead of being grateful, the kid asked: "Hey, Zack?" "Uh-huh." "It's weird, but those words you're saying... 'I'll be so good to you.' I'm sure I heard someone else speak them." "Let's get cleaned up before the others show up." "'Kay." But when the pair stepped out into the hallway naked, they heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs. "Shit. Sorry, you're on your own." And with that, Zack shoved the naked Jesse ahead and slammed his bedroom door shut. The boy was about to try the knob when Alonso appeared. "Lil frat bro, what're you doing out here without a stitch of clothing on?" "Uhhhhhhhhh..." "Were you getting ready for our hangout?" "Ummmmmm..." "Thought so. C'mon, hombre." Alonso took Jesse by the hand and led him into his bedroom. He lay facedown on his bed and stared at a pinup on his wall. "That's it, Jesse, you cum whore. Suck that cock, you slut." "Uh, A-Alonso, I'm actually f-fucking you." "Huh? Oh, so you are." The young man didn't quite know why, but he had a desire to lie on top of a woman blowup doll that someone had bought for a kegger while the boy ground into his silky brown butt. "Wh-Why're you l-lying on that g-girl?" "Aaahhhhhhh! I'm coming!" Alonso then led Jesse out into the hallway, whispering, "Let me take you downstairs, you can shower before me." But Alonso hadn't yet stepped out of his bedroom, so the boy was the first to see Zack emerging from his own room. The Elvis-haired frat brother took one look at Jesse and retreated with a slam of the door. "Did you hear that?!" asked Alonso in a panic. "Someone's here!" Poor Jesse had another door slammed behind him. While trying to figure out what to do, the tyke perceived Rocky coming up the stairs. "Hey, there's my boy. All ready to get in that skirt?" "Y-You mean 'kilt'?" "That's what I said." Rocky put the kid in the Scotch outfit and got him to bend over and flash the "insult." In no time the dude was mounting the sweet crack. He praised the kiddie for lubing up his own hole and noted with some surprise how much the slippery lotion looked like cum. After the intense fuck, Rocky stripped him down and said, "Let's get cleaned up together." But as Jesse stepped out into the hallway, the door behind him slammed. "Nyuck," said Rocky's voice, "I love pullin' pranks." All at once, Zack's and Alonso's doors opened at the same time and slammed shut just as quickly. "There you are, kiddo," said the smooth voice of Jamar. He had just come up the stairs. "Ready for a bit of Boyz II Men?" After being taken into the big-dicked man's bedroom, Jesse said in a small voice, "Is... Is it okay if we just cuddle?" "Lookin' for a little boyfriend experience, are we? C'mon, then, let's Netflix and chill - without the chill." Setting up his TV for a viewing of THE SIXTH SENSE, Jamar remarked on how he could hear the distinctive sound of squishing. Alarmed, Jesse kept his butt cheeks clenched so that the spooge of the other three frat brothers wouldn't give him away. The boy welcomed the well- stocked snacks and chilled sodas provided by Jamar and curled up into the man's arms to watch the movie together. Of course, Jesse was shocked to learn the child doctor in the movie was dead the whole time! A bunch of flashbacks clearly showed the truth of what was going on. It was amazing to the boy how the things the doctor was blind to were now so obvious. And then it hit Jesse like a ton of bricks! Not about the movie but about his frat brothers! Zack... ...claimed to be bi. But he never once tried to get with a woman, he said both Jesse's and another frat brother's skin was silky, and he used the word ni¤o! Alonso... ...claimed to be gay. But he said "not here!" like he'd said during a kiss with another frat, he called Jesse his Eskimo brother, and he sure seemed to be fucking the girl blowup doll! Rocky... ...claimed to be a boylover. But he kept talking about clits, he was always pushing Jesse to wear a kilt, and a long time ago he was the one who'd shouted "schoolgirl fantasy"! Jamar... ...claimed to be into gender fluid. But he'd taken Jesse to a honeymoon suite, he kept repeating how much he loved different things about the boy, and here he was cuddling instead of fucking! At bedtime in his own home, Jesse lay awake thinking back to all the moments he'd been with his frat brothers. He'd learned so much from the bigger boys. But it was time Jesse returned the favor. And so during the next gangbang, as the foursome took up their classic positions with Zack on his mouth, Jamar on his rear, and Alonso and Rocky on either of his hands, Jesse called a halt to the entire proceedings. He got the buck naked and boned up dudes to sit together on the couch. Naked himself, Jesse paced before the group like a detective delivering his solution to the mystery, minus the pipe and fireplace. Jesse began, "I've gathered you all-" "-for the gangbang, yeah-" said Zack. "-which I thought we were getting to-" said Alonso. "-even though it's 'no homo'-" said Jamar. "-but something we're all into!" said Rocky. The four older teens began to chant "Gangbang Jesse" which got louder and louder until it reached a fever pitch. Jesse shouted, "Not 'til I say what I gotta say!" The chanting died down and the frat brothers were all ears. "I think you guys're the coolest for making me a frat brother-" Jesse began. "Back atcha, lil dude!" "Let's hear it for Jesse!" "Jess-e! Jess-e! Jess-e!" The kid waved his hands dismissively. "-but!" "Uh-oh." "That don't sound good." "But," continued Jesse, "you keep getting everything wrong. Like, EVERYTHING!" "Sidebar," said a nervous Alonso, sensing the boy might spill the beans on him. "No, no more just-us talks," said Jesse. "This bitch ain't gonna be told what to do." "I'm bi!" shouted Zack, trying to get ahead of the story. "That's what he's gonna tell you all!" "No, you're not!" countered Jesse. "I'm not?" "You're gay and in love with Alonso." "I'M the one who's homo!" shouted Alonso. "No, you're not!" countered Jesse. "No homo?" asked Alonso. "You're bi and wanna be fucked by Zack while fucking the woman you were gonna date." "I'm a lover of boys in kilts!" shouted Rocky. "No, you're not!" countered Jesse. "Thank fucking God, what is it then?" asked Rocky. "You're into gender fluid." "I'M the one into gender fluid!" shouted Jamar. "No, you're not!" countered Jesse. "Was starting to think that wasn't the case," mumbled Jamar. "You're what's called a boylover." The frat brothers exchanged looks. It was like they were all having their own SIXTH SENSE flashbacks remembering the things they'd said and done. "Whooooaaaaaaaaaaaa," mused Zack. "So, that's why I was always sneaking kisses with silky brown." Jesse added, "And why you said 'lemme in there' and 'take that piece of meat' just like Alonso said in our very first gangbang." "Huh," mused Alonso, "I see now why I was trying to get you to fuck my ass." Jesse added, "And why you said 'suck that cock, you slut' just like Zack did." "So," mused Rocky, "it wasn't kilts I was into but skirts." Jesse added, "And it's how come you talked about sequential hermaphroditism in FINDING NEMO." "Hm," mused Jamar, "I guess I did take you to a honeymoon suite." Jesse added, "And you said, 'I'd marry that ass of yours,' like you wanted to get serious." Zack smiled at Alonso. "Well, damn, don't need to hide it no more." And with that, the Elvis- haired dude kissed the silky brown dude right on the lips. Jamar swooped up Jesse in his arms. "Gonna get me some boylovin' with my kiddie right 'bout now." He went in for a kiss and they made out passionately. Rocky cleared his throat. "Ahem. Seems I'll always be a bridesmaid and never a bride." The four others ended their smooching. Jesse remarked, "You know, I'm still owed a gangbang." The kid grinned while watching Rocky's frown turn into a smile. The blond gym dude said, "I get dibs this time on the bitch's mouth." Zack and Alonso were satisfied with handjobs as it let them resume their necking. Jamar took his rightful place in Jesse's ass and though the new couple couldn't lock lips due to Rocky's face-fucking, the boy was held tight and kissed on the back of the neck by the hot Black muscle man. All the tension melted away and Jesse was able to enjoy the gangbang. That familiar feeling of being the monowheel came back with the frat weenies fitted perfectly into the tyke's four slots - bum, mouth, and both cupped hands. His boylover Jamar even jerked his lil kiddie cock. It was like a reunion instead of a competition. Old friends getting together to hang out now that they were a little older and a little wiser. Jesse sensed no urgency from Zack and Alonso who could kiss right out in the open and express their love without self-judgment. The couple moaned, barely even paying attention to the boy jacking off their weenies. Speaking of, the tyke was able to appreciate the textures of the foreskin now that he didn't have to power stroke the rods like an engine. Zack's outer layer was like buttery leather whereas Alonso's was firm elastic. Rocky wasn't acting like he was finally getting a turn and attempting to make up for lost time. His thrusting was lazy and unhurried. The friction of the shaft felt like a nice massage on the youngster's tongue. And it was a surprise to learn the ridge of Rocky's cockhead was subtly thicker than the others. Funny what you notice when your throat isn't being gagged. Jamar kept Jesse in a tight embrace, like he never wanted to let the boy go now that he understood it was his preadolescence he was in love with. Jesse was excited to be in a relationship with an older man. He would show Jamar all his favorite toys and even elope with him someday. And maybe when he turned 10, the whale would also grow to be 10 inches. It was a good even number. All of the frat brothers took their time and had fun getting their rocks off on Jesse. This was a more civil gangbang. Which - following the refreshing cries of five sweet orgasms - slipped back to the classic rougher gangbang positions. Zack and Alonso further cemented their union with a double penetration in Jesse's tunnel of love, Rocky went for a lickfest on the clit-like cocklet, while Jamar bucked his whale into his bae's mouth. Then they tried a new position with Jamar and Jesse 69ing with Alonso fucking the boy's ass as Zack fucked Alonso's ass. Poor Rocky jacked off in the corner like a cuck exactly like in the very first gangbang. Everybody felt a bit sorry for the odd-man-out frat brother, so Jesse snuck away and returned wearing the skirt, long socks, and blouse, and while the others only got to bukkake the boy, Rocky gave him a good pounding and became so excited he ended up jizzing straight up into Jesse's chin. In the weeks that followed, the frat brothers seemed much happier. And they had Jesse to thank for making their lives better. Oh, sure, the group had their usual gangbangs. But Zack and Alonso had to hide neither the kissing nor the former buttfucking the latter. And Jamar and Jesse were a solid item going on dates to the movies, the carnival, and concerts. Rocky graciously turned down the boy's offer to dress up as a chick. As the eldest frat brother, he understood everybody was paired up, and apart from all the times the foursome plugged Jesse's holes and covered him in spooge, he respected that the boy belonged to Jamar and that he himself would die a lonely bachelor. Even when Jesse had made a cootie catcher - the origami fortune teller with numbers and colors - and Rocky grudgingly picked the number two and the color orange and got the message "U will find sumbody" it didn't cheer him up. Valentine's rolled around and the two couples had plans to celebrate in their rooms. Jamar and Jesse were gonna Netflix and chill - with the chill. And Zack and Alonso were gonna have their first threesome with the online college chick who went by the username "GBJ." Rocky got royally ripped on the pot brownies he'd baked. And soon everyone had a piece to get relaxed and in the mood, with Jesse only allowed the teensiest nibble. The doorbell rang and Zack fetched the chick and brought her up into the kitchen. "Schoolgirl fantasy!" exclaimed Alonso before realizing he shouldn't have said it out loud. "Hey, dudes," Zack began. "Say hi to, uh - sorry, forgot your name." "It's Jenny," said the short college girl with a small wave. After introductions were made, she observed, "You know, this townhouse complex looks so familiar to me." Jesse choked. One last SIXTH SENSE revelation played out in his head - that very first night when the frat brothers kept calling him "Gangbang Jenny." All that talk about how the dudes had tried to arrange a gangbang and referred to the boy as a "she." This whole situation was about to blow up in all their faces! Not even the pot was relaxing Jesse; in fact, he was becoming paranoid by the second! "There was this one night where I..." began Jenny. "Well, I was, um, experimenting, I guess, like I am now." Jesse didn't even dare look at the gangbangers. He knew they were sharing his sense of dread. If only he and Jamar could escape right this instant. But Jenny was blocking the doorway. "I'd posted an ad to meet up with some guys for a..." Jenny said, trailing off. "A what?" asked Zack. "Yeah, a what?" asked Alonso. Jesse looked up. Didn't these two frat brothers know where the conversation was headed?! Surely, his bae and the bachelor had figured it out! "You can tell us," urged Jamar. "I'm kinda curious," urged Rocky. Jesse went bug eyed! He was gonna bolt before the truth came out! "A gangbang," said Jenny. The four college boys stared at the chick. Gulp, Jesse was definitely getting the heck outta there. "Hm," said Jamar. "Huh," said Rocky. "Care for a special brownie before we retire?" asked Zack. "Not that we're pressuring you or anything," cautioned Alonso. "I'm good," said Jenny with a smile. NO WAY. Could it be no one was the wiser? Had they all seriously dodged a bullet? It was at that moment Jesse realized just how lucky he was to have frat brothers as clueless and horny as these four dudes. As Jesse was getting hot and heavy with Jamar in their room, though, the couple heard a pair of intense shouts coming out of Zack's room! Of course. There may have been a delayed reaction, but the gay and bi guys had figured out they were about to fuck Gangbang Jenny! Everyone spilled out into the hall. "Is Jenny upset?" asked Jesse timidly. "No, WE are!" exclaimed Zack. "That's right!" hollered Alonso. "I can explain," said Jenny. "No wonder you said no touching your pussy," accused Zack. "That's because Jenny has a dick!" fumed Alonso. Jesse tried to get a word in edgewise, but it was totally hopeless with all the accusations flying back and forth. At his wit's end, the boy called out, "Rocky!" The group fell silent. Rocky flung open his bedroom door. "Can't a Valentine's orphan watch the movie ORLANDO in peace?" "Rocky," said Jesse, ignoring the 'tude coming from the eldest frat brother, "I'm thinking you and Jenny might be perfect for each other." "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah, they might," smiled Jamar. Once the boy and man convinced Jenny to flash her stuff, Rocky shouted the two words the frat brothers had written in Jesse's note when he'd ask if he could return for more gangbangs: "HELL yes!!!"