Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2019 22:45:21 +0100 From: Matt Van dalen Subject: Nicholas and friends / Chapter 4: on the way home The usual disclaimer applies, this is just a fiction and does not relate to actual events or characters. I'm open to any feedback, advises, recommendations, but note that this is my first story ever and English is not my native language so please be kind to me. This story takes place in a fictive world STD free. In real life: please always protect yourselves, and each other's. More chapter will follow but I'm slow in writing, I'm sorry if it takes too long to come. I have spent quite some time in the first chapters in setting up the scene, so if you haven't read them, I encourage you to do it as I think we can now move quicker to the point. Some more descriptions will probably required in the next chapters as new characters emerge or as we develop existing ones. Finally, please consider a donation to nifty. We wouldn't want the site to go down: *http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * I hope you'll enjoy Matthew *Chapter 4 -- On the way home* Nicolas was nowhere to be seen during breakfast, and it was only when the Dons embarked into the bus that was going to drive them back to the airport that a groggy Nicolas appeared. - All right, I want everyone on this bus now... No time to lose guys. Nicolas, where the fuck have you been? Move your ass into that bus now! You're already late - Sorry Coach.. I... euh.. I overslept I guess Nicolas spotted Dale who was already inside, keeping a seat for him, and hopped into the bus. As he did so, he passed in front of Coach J who noticed for the first time how Nicolas' shorts hugged his ass and how hot it looked, his cock hardening in his coach's shorts, imagining his quarterback on his back taking his friend's hard cock. - Hey bro, how's it going? - I'm good bro, thanks. Sup? - `sup? I mean, YOU what's up dude!? - What? - Oh, come on bro: you left to get sucked by a dude you met online and you came back in the room hours later reeking of booze and sex - Yeah euh... yeah, the dude had some and you know alcohol only makes me hornier. He looked better than expected and after I shot my first load we played some more in his room - Fuck you're so lucky dude, I haven't been laid in weeks Nicolas smirked his trade-smile, replaying last night events in his mind. He had indeed met a dude from the opposing team online and had shot his load down his throat, but Dale would have never guessed it was actually Coach Mike who had lured the quarterback to his room and given him more alcohol. Nicolas had indeed been horny as fuck, but it was him who had ended up on his hands and knees, drunk and high with poppers, the coach's massive cock ballsdeep in his ass, begging the grey-haired muscled man to fuck him harder again and again until he could feel warm thick cum flooding his guts. For once, something that never happened to him until recently but that seemed to happen more and more often now, it was Nicolas who had been sent back to his room after having been properly fucked. He had felt used like a cheap slut but the shame he had felt when he had started bottoming for Steve had faded away, even though he was still not ready to let all his friends know his newfound pleasure and he was going to keep it a secret for some more time. The only drawback was that he felt it could be more complicated to find hot dominant men if he kept it a secret, not being able to use his usual cruising spots, but until now he had been lucky enough and wondered who was going to be next. And when... But right now, his hole felt so sore and he was so tired that getting fucked was definitely not in his plans. But he was also certain that a good night's sleep would help him recover and tomorrow he would be ready to fuck another bottom willing to take care of him. The bus trip to Houston airport was pretty uneventful and after 2 hours spent waiting in the airport lounge, the whole team finally boarded the plane that was going to take them back to Los Angeles. Nicolas felt so tired that he fell asleep before the plane even took off, waking up only when they started landing. He could see Dale at the back of the plane, talking with the flight attendant, before coming back to his seat to prepare for landing. - Hey you're awake? Dude, you totally missed out! See that girl I was talking to? - Who, the blond flight attendant? - Yeah, dude we flirted like all flight. She's totally into me - Yeah, right. Keeping dreaming bro, I think you're so horny you're misunderstanding the signs. Why would she be after your lame ass? Haha - Oh, that's what you think? Tell me how I should interpret this then? Grinning widely, Dale showed Nicolas what appeared to be a napkin, with a name and phone number written on it - Told you, bro: totally into me. She's based in LA too, I'm so gonna get laid - About time bro, haha - I know, I swear my balls have never felt so full, said Dale as he grabbed his junk - Yeah yeah, let's go grab our luggage and leave bro, I still need to drop you off before heading home As soon as they got their bags, they said goodbye to the rest of the team and Coach J, whom Nicolas found was looking at him weirdly, picked up Nicolas' car, and hit the road west towards Santa Barbara. It would probably take them something like 2 hours with the traffic and it was getting dark. Dale, who didn't get a chance to rest at all during the flight, quickly fell asleep. After a while, Nicolas started to feel sleepy as well and decided to take the next exit and find a store to buy some water. The first store he found was not really big and looked a bit shady to be honest, but Nicolas was thirsty and tired and thought "Whatever, just gonna buy some water, get back home, drop Dale, then finally sleep it off". Dale vaguely opened his eyes when the car came to a rest, but Nico told his best friend he was just gonna buy some water and to get back to sleep, which he happily did. As soon as he entered the store, Nicolas realized it was not only remote and shady, but also not very well kept. He had been driving without really thinking and took the first exit and he had no real idea in which hood he was. Clearly not the richest in the area... As he moved around looking for water, he could smell the unmistakable odour of pot and a faint noise he couldn't quite understand at first. He located the fridge, glowing in the dark, took two bottles of Fiji water (thinking Dale might get thirsty as well and not wanting to stop again) and walked to the countertop. What he saw explained both the smell and the sound. Two black dudes in their late twenties were smoking joints and watching what seemed to be porn. One of them, apparently the dude supposed to be working, was wearing black sweatpants, white wife-beater, and a black cap. His arms were very muscled and tattooed all the way to his hands. His friend was probably just passing by to keep him company. Or so it seems to Nicolas, as he was dressed even more casually. White cap he was wearing backwards, red sweatpants that stopped under the dude's black-underwear covered ass, and totally shirtless. His chest was extremely well defined although on the leaner side compared to his friend. He was also wearing a fake diamond earring and a heavy watch that was too yellow to be real gold. They were both smoking a joint and clearly watching porn, as Nicolas could hear the sound of a girl moaning coming out of the phone of one of the guys. Both were commenting on the girl getting fucked and grabbing their junk through their sweatpants while smoking their joints. After the initial shock, Nicolas was taking in the scene in front of him: both guys were really hot, massaging what seemed to be very impressive bulges, clearly aroused by the porn they were watching. Although Nicolas seemed to be turning into a slutty bottom for older men only, those two dudes had a bad-guy attitude that Nicolas found strangely arousing. He knew his clothes only were probably worth more than the whole dirty store put together and the idea of letting those two thugs use him and humiliate him was enough to get him hard instantly. Nicolas couldn't move any longer and watched the guys massage their black cocks and comment the movie: - Damn dude look at that bitch, she sure can take a cock up her juicy pussy. Told you when I first saw that scene I had to show you, she the horniest bitch I ever seen man. Look at this, the other dude is gonna feed her his cock up her ass while she getting her pussy fucked hard, gonna take it in both holes. Reminds me of that bitch we fucked you and me, couldn't take enough of our black cocks, right bro? The shirtless dude was clearly the more verbal one as he kept talking and talking, commenting everything the girl in the movie was doing, while his friend remained mainly silent. That made him even imposing somehow: tall pile of muscles, tugging on his cock through his sweatpants, smoking, not saying a word., a dirty horny look on his face. - Fuck look at that bro, she's totally losing it... Oh hey fuck, you got a customer bro. Shit bro I'm telling you there's someone here. Hey kid, `sup? You looking for something? Shit shit shit Nicolas had been noticed. The shirtless dude, still very talkative, kept talking again while the other one barely looked at Nicolas, smirking, still smoking his joint and tugging on his cock with his free hand - I... euh.. sorry yeah, I was just passing by and stopped for some water - Cool man, my bro and me are just chilling, talking shit and stuff. Days are long for him working here alone ya know - Yeah, I guess - Keeping him company and stuff. You not gonna tell his boss, right? - I euh.. No no, no problem man - The kid ain't gonna say shit For the first time, Nicolas heard the other guy talk. His voice was imposing, like the rest of him. Deep and very masculine - Why is that? You know him bro? - I don't. But I seen him watching us for the past 5 minutes. Bet his little white dick is hard in his preppy shorts - WTF, is that right dude? U some kind of faggot or what? - I... Nicolas could barely think what to do, let alone speak a proper sentence. Here he was, in a neighbourhood he didn't know, alone in a deserted shop, with two muscled black thugs he just been caught perving on. The first dude left his phone on the countertop and walked towards Nicolas, menacing, grabbing his wrist - You what? You a faggot? Is my bro right? You been watching us? - Yeah, no.. I mean... - Yeah? No? What do you mean? Where you watching us watch porn? That sick dude - It's not what it looked like, I just didn't want to interrupt. Look, why don't I pay for my water then I'll be on my way and leave you two alone - Leave us two alone? You saying that like we're in some kind of a relationship or something. U think me and my bro will be taking turns fucking each other's as soon as you leave? - No no I didn't mean it that way - Looks like you say a lot of shit you don't mean dude. Or maybe what you mean is you wish we would take turns fucking YOU, faggot - NO!! Seriously bro just let me pay you my drinks and leave, all right? - Oh you calling me bro now? Think we're bros? I ain't no bro to some faggot little piece of shit like you dude Nicolas was so focused on his talk with the first man that he didn't notice the second one had moved close to them. He only realized too late, when the muscled black dude was inches away from him. He was much taller than Nicolas and standing a few inches from him, it felt like he was towering the now scared rich quarterback. All he could see was the white wife-beater and the black tattooed arms literally bursting from it. He could smell him too, the strong smell of somebody who has been working hard all day emanated from the slightly hairy armpits. The first guy moved closer to him as well, a look on his face like he was ready to fight, and Nicolas ended up sandwiched between the 2 menacing black guys. Nicolas knew he was strong enough that he could probably take one of them but two... His only hope was that Dale would wake up, wonder where his friend was, and come help him. But knowing how deep his best friend could sleep, that was very unlikely. Nicolas suddenly felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. When he looked up, he saw pure lust in the eyes and smirk of the muscled tattooed thug. The grip on his shoulder was strong and within a few seconds, he ended up on his knees between the two friends, now facing the black sweatpants, inches away from the still very obvious bulge, when he heard the tall and leaner guy speak, as usual...: - Whatcha doin', bro? - I dunno `bout you but watching that bitch screaming and those joints we smoked got me pretty horny, bro. The faggot wants to see black cock? He gonna look at it real close and get a good taste of it too - What? U gonna let him suck your dick? - The way I look at it, I'm horny, my dick's hard, my balls are ready to explode, and I have myself a willing mouth and throat kneeling in front of me. I don't give a shit `bout the rest right now. If you game join in, if not you can leave. But I know I'm gonna shoot my nigger load down Preppy's throat Nicolas, still kneeling in front of the two men, was looking at them from down there. Both were now looking down at him. The hand on his shoulder was pulling him closer and closer to the crotch hidden in the black sweatpants and while he watched the other dude's pondering his options, he realized his black cock had grown back to full mast under his black underwear and read sweatpants. There was no way out of it, Nicolas realized his only option was to suck both black cocks and hope they would not beat the crap out of him when they were done. Or that Dale would not enter the store at that very moment! Looking up, he saw the muscled man holding a new joint to his lips, lightening it with his other hand. - Love nothing more than weed while enjoying a nice blowjob. - You heard my bro, cocksucker? Get to work. Like what you see? Why don't you open that fucking mouth? And with that, he tucked his friend's black sweatpants under his balls, releasing a very impressive weapon, took it in one hand, his other hand in Nicolas' blond hair, pushing him towards the black twitching monster of a cock in front of him. Having been raised in a mostly white area, he had never really met any black dude naked. He had probably been in the showers or in the lockers with some black dudes, but he had never really paid any attention to it. And they were certainly not hard. That cock was not only probably as fat as Coach Mike's but also definitely longer. The pubes around it were very black but they seemed shorter and kind of curly. Not that Nicolas had a lot of time to look at it though, as he could now feel both hands on his head pushing him closer and closer to the muscled dude's crotch, stuffing more black cock in his mouth. Once the big mushroom cockhead forced its way into the blond quarterback's mouth, Nicolas could feel all his strength abandon him and he knew right now he was going to let these two thugs do whatever the fuck they wanted with him. There on his knees, in this deserted shady store, he was going to submit to them and let them use his muscular rich kid's body as they pleased. As more and more cock was stuffed in his mouth, he could smell the musky sweat of the worker emanating from the dark pubes and the very large sack of balls. It was intoxicating and despite having been royally fucked just a few hours ago, he could feel that now familiar feeling in his guts: he needed it. He needed cock, he needed to feel weak, he needed to give his body for which he worked so hard to be fucked like shit, he needed to be treated like a cheap slut. Determined to give his best and, as it becomes usual in this position, entering a blurred state of mind where nothing else mattered, Nicolas tried to relax his throat as best as he could, just like Steve had taught him. But the weapon he was now working on was so much fatter and longer! He kept sucking and sucking, relaxing his throat, up to a point where he could feel the big mushroom head hit the back of his throat. The other man's head were still on his head and he now seemed to be fully part of the situation as he kept pushing Nicolas's face further down on the fat pole and resumed his usual talk: - Fuck yeah you were right bro, Preppy's a little cocksucker. Look at the way he attacks your junk bro! Like he's gonna fucking eat your shit. That what you wanted faggot? Wanted some big nigger cock fucking your preppy white throat? I bet you think you a big guy, right? I mean look at you, all muscles and shit. U banging all the girls at school? Have it easy faggot? Your rich friends know you like to suck on some big fat nigger cock? I bet they don't. I bet they'd scream if they saw you on your knees like that your preppy mouth stuffed with black meat The dirty talk was driving Nicolas wild. He knew it was true. His family and friends would never believe Nicolas became a slutty bottom boy, much less he would allow these two thugs treat him and talk to him the way they did. They would never believe how his own cock was harder than ever, drooling precum in his underwear, while a fat sweaty cock was stuffed in his mouth, dangerously forcing its way down the teenager's throat, gagging him. He could hear the dude he was sucking moaning his appreciation while smoking his weed - Fuck yeah you that kid's so good bro. Push him further down, he soon gonna have my whole nigger cock down his faggot throat. Oh fuck yeah feels soooooo fucking good. - You heard my brother? Suck deeper faggot, open that slutty throat of yours and take his whole shit like the little bitch you are. You wanted black cock? You gonna take it all now Nicolas took a deep breath and allowed the strong hands on his head to push him all the way down. He had no clue how long that cock was nor how long it took him to make it all the way but when he felt his nose buried in the sweaty curly pubes on the flat stomach of the black shop worker, he knew he had it all! That seemed to please the tough guy above him as he felt his hands replacing his bro's and start taking charge. He grabbed Nicolas by the back of the head and started thrusting his enormous cock back and forth down Nicolas' throat, facefucking him like there was no tomorrow - Fuck yeah that faggot is deepthroating me bro! I never had no bitch swallowing my junk that far it feels so fucking good bro! I'm literally fucking the bitch's throat like it's some kind of old slut pussy except it's so much tighter. I can feel his throat convulse around my cock, milking it from the inside and getting tighter and tighter. Fuck you're good at this bitch, keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock you faggot cocksucker. I'll teach you to spy on my brother and me fucking bitch Nicolas could hardly breather through the very intense facefuck and could only vaguely make sense of the noises around him: the man he was sucking moaning and treating him like a slut, the girl moaning on the video that was still playing in the background, his throat choking on the fat cock that was facefucking him, and a slight slicker sound to his left. He opened his eyes and even though his vision was blurry from the intense fuck he was receiving, he realized the second man had lowered his black underwear and red sweatpants and was wanking what seemed to be a very impressive cock, although not as fat as the one that was currently battering his mouth. - You were so right, bro. It's so fucking hot to watch that faggot suck your cock, I dunno why we never done that shit before - Don't worry bro, I know for a fact the little slut is gonna be back for more nigger juice - Oh yeah? That right faggot? You hooked on black meats now? said the leaner dude who was wanking his cock. He was now very close to Nicolas' face and was slapping his very hard and thick cock in his hand. Wait until you taste mine bitch, you gonna get your second taste of black juice in one meal - Oh, fuck bro wait until you feel this, the faggot sucks my cock like a pro. I bet he done this shit before, right bitch? You ain't no fucking big guy around here, just a slutty faggot on your knees for my cock. Oh, fuck yeah I feel it coming, bro... I ma gonna bust my load down the faggot's throat. Fuck yeah feels so fucking good bitch. I can feel him contracting his throat bro I swear he's fucking milking me now! You want that bitch? That what you want? Want me to shoot my spunk down your cocksucker throat? - Fuck yeah do it, bro. Feed the bitch your nigger load - Fuck yeah bitch you gonna feel my black babymakers swimming in your rich white kid's belly BITCH FUCKING TAKE IT AHHHHHHHHHHH Nicolas felt all four hands on his head to hold him in place, and his place was on his knees, with all 12 inches of horsecock buried ballsdeep down his throat, gagging, unable to breathe, a very heavy set of balls resting on his chin. He had the impression he was gonna pass out as he couldn't breathe and each time he tried he could only smell the musky aroma of the sweaty pubes that were tickling his nose. What he could also feel was the fat cock down his throat expanding even more and shooting loads after loads of thick white cum that he swallowed as best as he could. - Fuck yeah you a very good cocksucker faggot, you suck dick like a slut. Now clean it before you get to taste my brother's pole. I can see he can't stand it no more and need to bust a load too. While he was doing his best to swallow as much cum as he could, he kept sucking the deflating but still very thick black cock, trying to get the last drops of cum, when he heard the phone on the countertop ringing. - What the fuck is this bro? Go check while our little bitch cleans my cock - It's ok bro, it's dad. I'll call him later Nicolas could believe his ears and tried to process what was going on - Dad? You mean... you're real brothers? - We keep telling you he's my bro what do you think dumbass? Yeah he's my little brother. I'm Duane, he's Jaron. Hope you don't expect a date now we've introduced ourselves... But you sure can suck a cock. Do my little brother now, if you do a good job maybe we'll call you back for more And out of the blue, Nicolas felt Jaron's hands on his face, turning him around. - You heard my brother, bitch? Get your preppy mouth on my dick now Nicolas' knees started to hurt from the friction on the ground, and he was very happy when he saw Jaron remove his sweatpants, leaving him in just his white socks and black trainers, then lie down on the floor on his back, holding his impressive black weapon straight upwards, waving it to his face. Nicolas changed position to be on top of his next meal, on his knees and left hand, right hand holding the hard cock, lowered his lips now very red from the intense facefuck he just received, and started sucking on the fresh cock. Well, fresh was not really the appropriate word. As much as Duane's junk smelled of fresh sweat from a hard day's work, Jaron clearly didn't shower before heading out. His cock and balls were smelling like cold sweat and were slick with sweat and precum. His earlier session watching porn with his brother, getting hard and playing with his junk probably didn't help. He didn't really have a lot of time to think it through though: as soon as he took the massive cockhead in his mouth, he felt both Jaron's hands back on is head, pulling him all the way down on his fat pole - Come on bitch don't make me lose my time. I saw you take all of my brother's cock down your preppy throat and he's way fatter than me so you gonna take mine too now. Fuck yeahhhhh you were right bro, his throat is still so tight despite the fuck he just received... Yeahhh that's it preppy boy, suck my cock, suck me all the way, fuck yeaaaah feels soooo good Nicolas had no choice but to let the leaner brother take charge and resume facefucking his now very sore throat. Despite having just had a much bigger one, Jaron's cock was still pretty impressive, and Nicolas had to concentrate to take it all. On top of it, the smell was so strong that the combination of it all made him gag, which Jaron didn't fully understand as he thought he was so thick he made Nicolas' choke - Oh fuck yeah choke on my cock, bitch. What? You not used to suck such fat cocks? Your pretty white boys friends are not feeding you with the same kind of shit, right? Told you faggot, you want black cock now you gonna get it. Take it all down your fucking throat, fuck that's good... Now lick my balls, go fucking lick my nuts. They full of the juice you gonna taste soon, work hard and you gonna get your second load of black juice of the evening. Mmmmmm fuck yeah your preppy tongue feels so good Nicolas was forced to lick Jaron's balls at first, they were slick with sweat and really smelling. Nicolas couldn't believe what he was doing but there was no way he could stop it. Even if he wanted to. And fuck he surely didn't want it to stop. Ever. When Jaron pushed his crotch deeper on his face, he had no choice than to swallow each ball one after the other, licking them clean. Then when Jaron spread his legs a bit and had one leg around Nicolas' back, he felt his mouth and tongue being dragged deeper south and he was now forced to lick the very odorant taint of the black thug who was moaning very loudly on top of him. He felt being dragged very close to the dude's ass and hoped he would not make him clean his hole, not knowing what he would find there. Hopefully, getting rimmed seemed out of the straight thug's mind as he resumed feeding him his cock. Nicolas resumed his sucking, feeling better now that the fat pole under him was cleaner than when he started. In his mind, he was gonna finish Jaron the same way he had finished his older brother and he could finally get the fuck out of here and head back home. But it seemed Duane had a very different idea of how things where going to end up... When he changed position to relieve his sore knees, he didn't realize that Duane was just behind him and now had a very clear view of the quarterback's meaty ass. Despite having just shot a huge load down the teenager's throat, the sight of his little brother getting sucked by the hot blond kid in front of him was enough to make him hard again in no time. And when he realized how hot the kid's teen's bubble butt looked, tightly hugged in his shorts, he knew he had to fuck that ass. Nicolas felt his shorts being pulled down, revealing his creamy white ass and realized what was going to happen. As much as he wanted to get fucked again, he was not sure he could take such a fat cock. Certainly not after the rough fuck he had endured by the Texan Coach not even 24 hours ago Jaron, seeing his brother jerking off his impressive pole while eyeing the naked ass just in front of him, understood what was happening too and rose slightly on his knees, his cock still buried deep down the blond teenager's mouth. - You gonna fuck him? Fuck yeah bro, just like last time when we fucked that bitch. Only now you're gonna have to fuck his ass instead of the bitch's pussy - The little faggot has no ass. Faggots have pussies between their cheeks too and I'm telling you this looks like prime hole to me bro. Spreading Nicolas' ass cheeks wide, he looked down and spat on it several times before pressing his enormous bulbous cockhead on the poor teenager's already ravaged hole. Nicolas felt the pressure and forgot for a second the cock that was in his mouth - Anyone told you to stop sucking my cock, faggot? Jaron looked at the face Nicolas was making while trying to resist the pressure on his backside. His beautiful dimpled face was flushed, his lips red and puffy. His face was covered in both brother's precum, his own throatjuice, tears, and snot. His blond hair damped with sweat. - You're such a faggot bitch, told you you were gonna take black cocks. Now open up and let my brother turn your jock ass in a moist pussy. You're such a fag, makes me wanna puke, bitch. Before shoving his hard cock back down the teen's throat, he looked at his messy face and spat on him several times, adding his own spit and degrading the boy some more. Nicolas' hole finally gave up and Duane, sensing him relaxed, was not going to miss that opportunity. In one long single hard thrust, he buried all 12 inches of black meat ballsdeep in the teen's ass - Ahhhhh yeaaaaaah fuck you're so fucking tight - AHHHHH TAKE IT OUT PLEASE TAKE IT OUT IT FUCKING HURTS DUDE PLEASE AHHHHHHHHH TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT - Shut the fuck up bitch, screamed Jaron. You gonna do what we tell you and you gonna take that cock. To emphasize his point, he slapped Nicolas' face hard with his right hand. Aroused by the power it gave him over the squealing boy, he slapped him again and again, forcing his cock deeper down the kid's throat, while his older brother kept fucking the hot teenager's ass. Both brothers were now so high and horny that nothing could have stopped them. They looked at each other's and at the rich white blond teen between them and started fucking like two mad men. Jaron's sweat smelling cock battering the Don's quarterback, while Duane's much thicker cock kept pounding his tender ass. Nicolas, who somehow managed to relax enough to accommodate both fat cocks, was hard as fuck again and started enjoying the feeling. The cock up his ass kept battering his prostate once again and he realized he was soon moaning and fucking himself on Duane cock, pushing his ass further back to meet the muscled black thug's thrusts. - Fuck yeah bro looks like the bitch likes your cock up his ass too? Hear him moan? Fuck bro I can fucking feeling his throat moan around my cock. Whadda say bitch? You like being a slut for our cocks? ANSWER ME BITCH - Yeah - Yeah what? - Yeah I like your cocks. Feels so good. Feels so fucking good. Both so fucking thick - Yeah we get that a lot. I bet your rich white friends don't fuck you that good, right? - No I... They don't... They can't know... I only top - Haha! Fucking pussyboy pretends he's all top then comes in our hood to get fucked by black cocks? Fucking slut. Keep sucking bitch, take my fucking cock. Keep doing and I'm gonna bust a nut. Gonna bust that fucking mouth. You like that shit? - HMMPFFF HMMPFFF HMMPFFF - Yeah that right bitch keep moaning like a slut. Want my brother to keep fucking you? - Yes please fuck me please keep fucking my ass please I need it so bad please fuck my pussy harder! Harder, harder please. Ohhhh fuck yeah feels so good Sir - Fuck the little bitch likes your cock bro. I'm gonna bust that little bitch's face. You ready for this nut? Open that mouth, lemme cum in that fucking mouth. Open up, OPEN UP BITCH HERE IT CUUUUUMMMMMMMMS ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm shooting bro, I'm fucking shooting down the bitch's throat, feels so fucking good bro!!!!!!!! - I'm close to bro... So close, so fucking close... Gonna shoot, gonna cum again, getting ready fucking bitch you gonna make me fucking cum again. AHHHH FUCK YEAHHHHHHH TAKE MY NIGGER LOAD IN YOUR ASS BIIIIIIITCH Nicolas, exhausted, could feel both cocks nearly simultaneously shoot more and more cum flooding his insides from both holes. Jaron kept pumping his seed while slowly fucking his mouth and throat with long slow motions, while Duane kept his enormous cock buried all the way in the teen's ravaged hole. When they were done shooting, they reluctantly shoved their spent cocks in their sweatpants, bumped fists, and lit another joint. Looking at Nicolas, still recovering on the floor: - Water's on me. Gimme your number and get the fuck out of here now bitch. I might call you again when I'm bored here - But... I... I didn't get to cum yet, Sir... - The fuck I care!! Get the fuck out Realizing there was not much he could do, Nicolas pulled his shorts back up and wrote his number on the very same phone the brother used to watch porn when he arrived. He jumped a bit when he thought he heard the entry door ring, but there was no one in the store so he just packed his bottles of Fiji water and left to his car. When he sat in the car, Dale was still sleeping on his seat. Although he seemed in a very odd position, like he just stopped in the middle of something. And it felt very cold, like the door had remained opened or something. Maybe he had forgotten to close it properly. Looking at Dale, he realized he seemed to have a hardon and there definitely was a wet spot on his crotch area. WTF??? Could it be... The doorbell he thought he heard ...? Nah, Dale was probably just having a hot dream. Nicolas was so tired he was just probably imagining things. After another 45 minutes' drive, Dale was home, and Nicolas finally entered his parent's house in Santa Barbara. He couldn't wait to take a shower and hop in his bed. On the way through the kitchen, he saw a note from his mom: "Hey sweetie. Your dad and me and Kevin are gone for the weekend. Be nice to Trey for once. Love you. Mom" Great, he was stuck home alone with his older brother... On his way to his bedroom, he passed in front of his brother's room and heard the familiar sound of sex. Great! Not only is he stuck home with his older brother, but his girlfriend was there too, and he was going to hear them fuck all night! His brother, like the rest of his family was really hot, but despite the common jerk-off initiation when they were younger, he had never looked at him sexually. What just happened with the two black brothers was still on his mind when he stopped in the laundry to take off his dirty clothes off though. Nicolas dropped his shorts and tee in the laundry basket when he noticed, there on the floor, his brother's underwear and socks. Not just any underwear and socks, but the one he had probably been wearing at the gym, as they were soaked in sweat, probably left there to dry before putting them back with the rest of the laundry. Nicolas, not having been allowed to cum and still very horny after his intense fuck with the two sweaty brothers, without even realizing it, took the dirty laundry and ran to his room. There, on his back on his expansive bed, his brother's sweaty underwear and socks on his face, sniffing his manly odour, the sounds of his brother fucking his girlfriend, he just spread his muscled legs, shove two fingers up his abused hole, and kept fingering himself. His right hand's fingers deep in his guts, feeling the massive load of cum that was now oozing from his bum, his left hand scrubbing his face with his own brother's sweat, knowing his cock was there a few minutes ago, Nicolas finally came. Without even touching it, his cock erupted jets after jets of warm thick jock cum that landed far behind his head on the pillows, before shooting straight all over his cute face and pecs Spent after the intense fucks he had received from the three muscled men in not even 24 hours, his balls drained and his belly full of a few loads, his brother's sweaty socks still on his face, Nicolas closed his eyes and finally fell asleep, wondering what the fuck life still had in store for him