The following story is fictional. As such, it is not based on any real events or people. All characters are over eighteen, and you must be over eighteen to read it. My stories contain graphic sexual content and offensive language. In real life, be respectful of others and never engage in anything even vaguely non-consensual. Use protection.


author -- eli on



Bradley von Acht

Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, brown hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.

University Senior; President -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIKE); QB -- University Football team

Jon Swenson

Caucasian; Age 19; Neck-length, straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 10"; 160 lbs.

University Sophomore; Treasurer -- PIKE Social Cmte;

High School Football QB & Baseball

Kevin Striklin

Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 170 lbs.

University Sophomore; Member -- PIKE; High School Football & Wrestling


Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 185 lbs; Striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady

University Senior; Vice President -- PIKE; RB -- University Football team


Caucasian; Age 21; Curly blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 175 lbs.

University Senior; Member -- PIKE; Rower -- University team


African American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.

University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball


Caucasian; Age 20; Short, white-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.

University Junior; Secretary -- PIKE; Wrestler -- University team


Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, brown hair; 6' 2"; Brown eyes; 170lbs.

University Senior; Treasurer -- PIKE; Football (Sidelined) University team


Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, light auburn hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 160 lbs.

University Sophomore; Member -- Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE); High School Football & Baseball


Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 0"; 170 lbs.; Olive completion (Italian)

University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team


Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark blonde hair; Light gray-green eyes; 6' 1"; 175 lbs.

University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team; Boarding School Rugby


Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, brown hair; Brown eyes; 5' 11"; 160 lbs.

University Sophomore; Member -- PIKE; High School Football & Basketball


Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 160 lbs.

University Sophomore; Member -- PIKE; High School Football & Basketball


Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.

High School Football (RB) & Baseball


Caucasian; Age 20; Straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.

High School Football & Baseball


Biracial (Black/White); Age 22; Wide mohawk w/ long, tight, bouncy curls; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 225 lbs.; Striking resemblance to Patrick Mahomes

University Senior; Vice President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas); TE -- University Football team


African American; Age 21; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 210 lbs.

University Senior; President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)


African American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.

University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)


African American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 6"; 215 lbs.

University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)







Chapter 17


After two weeks of no-show, some of the PIKEs were beginning to ask about Jon. He'd missed his second weekly meeting as Treasurer of the Social Committee, and he'd missed his second weekly, required House meeting and dinner. Todd mentioned it at the Social Committee meeting, starting a short round of questions on the matter, and questions regarding his whereabouts were directed to Mason during rollcall at the second weekly House meeting, to which Mason could only stammer that he didn't know. Naturally, asshole Brad, the President--still with fading, greenish bruises around his eyes and a scab on his chin--directed the Secretary, Matt, to send an official `advisory' letter to Jon, reminding him of mandatory attendance. Jon had paid his monthly dues, so there was no question there, but physically around the frat, he'd essentially disappeared. In their bullying ways, both Brad and Luke, separately, approached Mason, directing him to have a talk with his friend. At dinner, Matt sat next to Mason, politely bringing up the subject of Jon, asking if Mason thought it would be a good idea for Matt to talk with Jon. "Dude, is there something wrong with, has he been sick or something?"

Mason was very uncomfortable with all the questions from everyone, replying generically that he didn't know anything about Jon...though, of course, everyone knew he did. "Maybe. I don't know."

"I get it, dude. I don't mean to put you in some sort of spot, but everyone's saying that, by your saying `I don't know', means something's up with Jon. In other words, if he were sick, you'd simply say so. I'm not going to ask you anything else about him, but, instead, I'm going to go see him in the next day or so. Does he have roommates? I'm just wondering if I can leave a message for him if he's not there," Matt asked.

"No, dude, he rents a room to himself in this old lady's house. I don't want to get in the middle of this--so you didn't hear it from me--but he usually eats dinner in his room. Fixes it downstairs in their communal kitchen, then takes it to his room. So, you're probably more likely to catch him there then," Mason advised.

"I can't help but think this has something to do with Kevin and know, deal...with Tess in the common room here, but I'm not asking ...just thinking out loud. Let's change the subject..." Matt smiled.

"Dude, I have a question for you? Since when did Kevin become such buds with Brad and Taylor?? Have you noticed? And Kevin told Chris you two went to lunch together Sunday. Are you becoming buds with him too?" Mason asked, wondering what Kevin was up to now.

Matt was nervous on the subject of Kevin. Since the dude mauled him in his room that morning, Matt tried staying out of Kevin's path, but this didn't always work. One morning around 3 a.m., he was woken by someone jiggling his doorknob, trying to come in, but Matt now put his desk chair under the doorknob when he went to bed. Whoever it was knocked quietly afterward, but Matt remained quiet and still, fearing it might just be Kevin. "Yeah, I have noticed the three of them seem to be hanging lately. Don't know anything about it though. As for Kevin and me, we ran into each other on the way out of here that day, and--you know Kevin--he whipsawed me into grabbing lunch. That's all. I met-up with a study group afterward. No biggie..." Matt had the misfortune of running into Kevin late that Sunday morning on his way out to study, and Kevin's manipulative, persuasive ways cajoled him into going to lunch first. Being they were in public--in the light of day--the lunch was pretty tame, with Matt excusing himself to meet-up with a study group to meet at 1:30 p.m. in the Physics building.




Late the following afternoon, Matt dropped by the address he had on file for Jon to visit with him about his absence from the frat the past two weeks. As he climbed the steps to the second floor looking for Jon's room number, he recognized the hot male cheerleader, Ryan, standing in the hall, wrapped in a bath towel, waiting for whoever was in the bathroom--a blow drier whirring loudly inside. Matt recognized the dude, because firstly, the dude was a cheerleader, and secondly, he'd met the handsome, light auburn-haired boy at several Greek mixers. "Hey, dude, what's up?!" Matt greeted him.

"Hey man! Not much! How've you been? It's good to see you!" At Chase's insistence (and his own guilt), Ryan had broken things off with Sarah last week. In addition, having had a couple more nights with Chase--equally (if not more) rough--the cheerleader found himself increasingly checking-out dudes, becoming more and more cock-hungry--though his religious upbringing held his actions very much in check. Now, fate had put Matt in his sights, and the dude was most definitely eye-candy. Probably without realizing it, Ryan used traits and talents he'd previously used to chat-up sorority babes on the wrestler. Ryan employed his outgoing personality and infectious smile on Matt, trying to get the quiet, polite wrestler to talk to and become more friendly with the cheerleader. While Ryan knowingly used these skills with girls B.C.--before Chase--it's doubtful he wittingly employed them now with Matt.

The two talked about Matt's wrestling matches, while the drier whirred on inside the bathroom, and Matt found himself mesmerized by Ryan's muscular pecs...or more accurately, the cheerleader's pale pink nipples. They looked a lot like his own, but Matt had only been with girls who had large, brown nipples. In fact, Matt had never been with a redhead before, and he was quite taken by Ryan's handsome face--his sparkling eyes, big, infectious smile, and perfectly straight, white teeth. Much to Matt's confusion, he was so impressed by the cheerleader that his own 10" cock began to lengthen and harden under his tight, restricting jeans. That's when Matt noticed Ryan's towel beginning to arc up, being lifted by Ryan's 7.5" cock underneath.

A slight awkward silence was suddenly interrupted as the drier inside the bathroom stopped and the door opened. Not realizing there were others waiting for the bathroom, Jon stood in the doorway, wrapped in his own bath towel, shower kit in hand. Jon hadn't imagined a visit from Matt. His blue eyes were wide open as was his mouth. Jon quickly tried recovering, apologizing to Ryan for keeping him waiting, stammering, "Oh! I'm... I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Ryan. My hair takes...[his eyes dropped, noticing Ryan's rising towel] long to... to dry anymore. Hi Matt! What brings you here?"

Matt smiled at Ryan, saying, "It was nice chatting with you, dude! We'd ought to grab lunch sometime. What's your cell?" Beaming, Ryan gave it to the wrestler, as he edged into the bathroom door. After adding it to his cell phone contacts, Matt closed the conversation, saying, "Thanks, dude! I'll give you a call sometime. Take it easy!" As Jon (in his towel) and Matt (in his tight jeans) walked down the hall to Jon's room, Ryan took in the view of two of the most beautiful, round butts he'd ever noticed--even more beautiful than Chase's. Later, lost in his imagination under the warm shower, Ryan would beat a load out, dreaming of eating out those two perfect butts.




Matt followed Jon down the hall to his room, staring at Jon's beautiful butt and admiring the boy's broad shoulders, muscular back, and (of course) beautiful, long, blonde hair. Matt caught himself, and, shaking his head as though to remove the thoughts, he said to himself, `Geez, since when are you checking out dudes! What's wrong with me! ...all these weird thoughts since watching Kevin plough Todd!' As they entered his room, Jon asked Matt if he'd been waiting very long for him outside the bathroom, apologizing if he had. Matt assured him, "No, dude, not long at all! Had a nice chat with Ryan. He seems like a nice dude! Are there any other TKEs living here? How `bout PIKEs? Are you the only PIKE here?"

"No, no more frat boys in the house--just Ryan and I. Yeah, I haven't talked to him much, but Ryan does seem like a very cool dude, I agree. Have a seat, Matt." Jon smiled brightly. He'd always liked Matt--so polite, considerate, thoughtful ...and, yeah, HOT! ...and, yeah, apparently HUNG too, from what he could tell when he opened the bathroom door! Jon immediately checked himself, thinking, `Whoa, dude! This is Matt...totally straight Matt! ...not to mention a popular officer in the frat!'

Matt sat in the armchair, complimenting Jon, "Dude, you've got a sweet setup here! Privacy...and seems quiet here too.... Maybe I should try to get a room here next year." As Jon put his kit away, Matt continued, "Hey man, you know who you remind me of?? I finally figured it out! You look like Dylan Sprouse when he had long hair, except you have muscles." Matt smiled brightly.

"Thanks, Matt! I don't see it, but I'm flattered by the comparison!" Embarrassed by his messy room, Jon moved about, gathering trash and collecting strewn clothes--while still wearing only a bath towel. "I'm sorry about the mess here, Matt. I'm not the cleanest housekeeper, as you can see."

Matt stared at the hot blonde, moving around back-and-forth, picking up stuff. The wrestler was very much confused by his strong desire to just yank Jon's towel off and stick his face in that hot, fucking ass! `What a body!!!' Matt thought, unable to keep from taking in Jon's near-nude body. Coming out of his momentary haze, Matt assured Jon, "Dude, you don't have to clean for me. Sit down, so we can talk." Noticeably, Matt didn't ask Jon to put any clothes on--his clean mind being tormented by bizarre, filthy thoughts. Matt always liked Jon. He was quiet, polite... in a lot of ways, much like Matt himself. He'd always recognized Jon as being exceptionally handsome, but today, however, his eyes feasted on Jon's natural beauty. Every time Jon bent down to pick up something, Matt followed Jon's slender waist as it moved down to his perfect roundness, hiding under the white towel stretched tightly across it.

Jon had gone to the gym late that afternoon, so his muscles were especially pumped. "Do you want anything to drink, Matt? I've got Gatorade, beer, water... What can I get you?"

`Your pussy', was the thought on Matt's mind, but he stammered out, "Oh, just water would be fine." As Jon got the water out of his fridge, Matt began explaining the real reason for his visit. "Uh, dude, we haven't seen you around the house lately. Have you been sick?"

Jon figured this was the reason for Matt's visit, considering he and Matt weren't thick `...regrettably', Jon thought. Being so fair-skinned, Jon's face turned red, thinking of the reasons for his absence. How could he ever tell the truth to Matt? How could Jon explain to Matt that the President of the frat drugged him into being an outstanding, premier cocksucker and that Kevin had raped him and further shamed him by the public sex acts with Tess at the house, wherein she said Jon was gay. How could he tell Matt there were three bros there--Brad, Kevin, and Todd--who knew what a cock-whore Jon was now and how he was afraid if he showed his face there again, Jon would have 147 PIKEs fucking his ass? He couldn't, so he sat down at his desk chair and began stammering. "Um... uh... I've been thinking, Matt... Maybe I'm not fit to be a PIKE anymore, you know? Like, I'm not worthy anymore..."

"What are you talking about, dude?? You're totally a PIKE! I don't understand, Jon?" Matt was expecting something to do specifically with Kevin--like, that Jon didn't want to see Kevin's face anymore, after the Tess thing--of which Matt had not seen nor was he aware of a video. Matt was extraordinarily popular in the frat due to his being on the university's wrestling team and his exceedingly pleasant, positive personality. The bros in the frat, though, recognized Matt as being this All-American, wholesome, farm boy. They knew Matt didn't swear or care for others swearing around him--they could tell by the pained look on his face when bros talked about such things as eating `cunt' or `fucking' some babe or having some hot babe smoking their `cock'. Matt wasn't viewed as being `worldly' but rather, `pure'. Consequently, very few approached Matt, speaking vulgarly, let alone with a video of Kevin ploughing Tess on the downstairs couch, while she sucked another dude's cock. It would feel like talking to your mother about some chick sucking your cock and swallowing half your load before giving her a facial. It just didn't feel right.

Anyway, not knowing about all of Kevin's antics or Brad's turning Jon out, Matt was taken by surprise! He thought this discussion would center solely on Kevin having sex with Jon's girlfriend in Kevin's room. He did NOT imagine this would be about an active wanting out of the frat! "Talk to me, Jon... What's going on??"

All the events of the past six weeks flew through Jon's brain, and he felt himself getting emotional. Jon felt his nose turning red, as he fought back tears. He couldn't talk for the lump in his throat.

"Dude, if this is about Tess...dude, she wasn't good enough for you. If she slept with Kevin, she showed her true colors to you, and those colors, dude, are pretty ugly" innocent Matt tried comforting Jon. Jon broke down, crying. Grabbing the wet washcloth from his shower that he'd left on his desk, Jon covered his face, crying into it. Now, to top it off, Jon felt ashamed for crying, but he couldn't stop all the ugly images of the past few weeks from flying behind his eyes. The armchair was big, heavy thing, so Matt pulled the desk chair on which Jon sat such that the blonde beauty was next to him. Matt threw an arm over Jon's naked back, rubbing him, trying to comfort the boy. "Dude, seriously, she's not good enough for you... I know some of the loss you're going through now. Hannah recently broke-up with me by email. She's with some other guy now. Of course, I don't know all your pain, as Kevin was your best bud, wasn't he?" Jon nodded, his face behind the white washcloth. "Yeah, so that's got to be killing you, dude... and I'm really sorry about that. But you've got Mason... and you've got me--let's be besties, dude! Whenever you come to the house, we'll sit together at meetings and dinners! Try to forget about Kevin, and if he comes around you, being I'll be right there, I'll steer him away!" Matt had been staring at one of Jon's muscular pecs and its pale pink nipple, and before he realized what he was doing, Matt reached across and began rubbing Jon's chest too.

Jon got control of himself, comforted by Matt's hand rubbing his back, his soft, kind, baritone voice, and Matt's other hand, now rubbing from the center of his chest over to one of his pecs and back again. It felt to Jon that Matt was very lightly gripping his pec every time his hand landed on it ...and Jon's cock began to chub underneath the towel.

Now able to see Jon's exceedingly handsome face now--red though it may be from crying--Matt's own cock began to chub again. He so wanted to lean over and put Jon's nipple in his mouth, but of course, Matt held himself in check. Suddenly, Jon looked Matt straight in the face and blurted out, "Matt, I'm gay or maybe bi, I'm not sure. I don't fit in with the frat anymore, and I'd like you to support me by writing to National for a release. I'll write a letter to National for myself, but I'd like you to write a letter too, recommending my release. There, it's out."

Matt's eyes were wide with shock along with his mouth. "Uh... um... I wouldn't have guessed, Jon, but I don't think that's reason enough for a release. I don't think they'll accept it. But dude, are you sure?? I mean, I'm totally cool with it--don't get me wrong ...and we'll still be besties, okay? I want us to be best friends--regardless."

Defiantly, Jon replied, "How do I know, Matt? Because all I think about now are cocks--how beautiful they are, how big they are, whether I can deep-throat them or not. Hell, I catch myself looking at that piece you've got behind your zipper--wondering how sweet your thick cum must taste. Sounds pretty gay to me. And how do you think that's going to go over--if I'm at the house and get caught staring at the dudes' junk? I've got a pretty good idea: I'll be the party favor for 147 PIKEs, then they'll expel me. I think I'd prefer to cutting to the chase, rather than being a cock-whore."

Matt was shocked by the graphic, sordid language, but he was also incredibly turned on by Jon's masculine beauty--much to his own confusion. Without realizing it, Matt's thumb rubbed slowly back-and-forth across the pink nipple, causing Jon to shudder. "It's cold in here," Jon stated flatly, and seeing a hoodie tossed carelessly on the edge of other side of the bed, Jon stood, walked the three steps to the bed, and bent over to grab it. Being the hoodie was on the edge of the opposite side of the bed, Jon stretched across it, hovering just above the bed, when the towel around his waist finally broke open, dropping down on the bed below. Jon's beautiful, hard, round mounds lay exposed to Matt--3' in front of his face, bent over the edge of the bed in front of him. Matt had never seen anything quite as beautiful as Jon's nude body, and he'd definitely never seen such beautiful, plump, perfectly round globes as Jon's. The long-haired blonde looked like a Playboy centerfold, posed tauntingly across a bed.

Matt felt like he was having an out-of-body experience--like, he was on the ceiling, looking down, watching, as his hand reach over to gently touch and cup Jon's perfect globes. Matt watched himself slide out of the armchair onto his knees--like someone in a trance--as he began tenderly kissing the beautiful butt. Matt was experiencing a strange fever he hadn't had before, and he didn't recognize himself.

The first couple of seconds after the towel broke open, Jon was extremely embarrassed; but then he felt Matt's hands gently rubbing his big glutes, and he went limp across the bed--paralyzed and barely able to breathe. This couldn't be happening ...not with Matt. A thousand girls would die to be in his position--Matt couldn't be gay ...or bi, whatever. Then he heard the thud of Matt's knees hitting the floor, and soon afterward, Jon felt his tender kisses back there. Jon was frozen on the bed, with the exception of his rapidly hardening cock underneath him. Jon's breath became erratic, and his mind began shutting down in favor of lust-driven, animalistic impulses. `Matt... Beautiful, perfect Matt...' looped continuously in Jon's brain.

Matt's strong hands roamed up-and-down the backs and fronts of Jon's muscular thighs--feeling them, searching. Matt alternated between kisses and small licks of Jon's hard, round glutes. There was something magnetic about Jon's body and his scent; yeah, the boy was fresh from the shower, but there was something else too--something so powerful it turned Matt on as he'd never been before. Matt slowly and gently pulled the tight globes apart, revealing to the wrestler Jon's beautiful, pink rosebud. As his nose fell into the very narrow valley and his tongue reached out to the flower, Matt's hands left Jon's thighs to begin quickly unbuttoning his shirt and jeans. Jon smelled so fresh, so clean, as Matt's tongue licked with increasing urgency across the blonde's sweet rosebud.

Matt pulled away and stood--his shirt and jeans already unbuttoned. Looking down on Jon's nude body, his breath irregular, Matt simply and quietly asked, "Do you want this, Jon? ...'cause I play for real, for keeps..."

Looking back over his shoulder, Jon took-in Matt's beauty and quickly replied--short of breath himself--"Oh yes... yes, for a long time now..."

While Matt was taking off his shirt and t-shirt, Jon flipped over and sat up on the bed, pushing Matt's jeans and underwear off the wrestler's hips and down his thighs. Matt's hard, 10" cock was as beautiful and perfect as the boy himself--straight, pale, uniform in shape--and Jon's face fell into the ash-blonde pubes, licking around the thick root of Matt's manhood, smelling his fresh, clean pubes. Matt had just pulled his t-shirt off, when Jon's tongue began licking down there. He gasped and almost fell forward due to the jeans and underwear still around his knees, restricting his balance. Balancing himself by grabbing Jon's smooth, pale shoulders, Matt breathily said, "Jon... Jon... let me get out of these jeans." By then, however, Jon was lost to the world, licking Matt's big balls. "Oh... oh... oh, geez... Jon, I... I can't stand like this, dude... Please dude..." Matt had to gently push Jon off his balls, so he could kick off his shoes, bend over, and get out of his jeans and underwear.

Sex with Hannah--the only girl with whom Matt had ever been--was rare and vanilla. She'd licked his cock before but refused to put it in her mouth, fearing his cum. Hannah insisted Matt use a condom and claimed his big cock hurt her down there. The act was limited to the missionary position (only), and afterward, she wanted Matt off her as quickly as possible. This, of course, changed when she went away to college back East, but by then, she'd set her sights on wealthy dudes, not Jon. In short, she was a real loser--throwing away a big diamond for rhinestones.

While Matt was stripping, Jon pushed the rest of the covers aside and laid nude--his head on the pillow, his beautiful, nude body stretched out before Matt. Climbing on the bed to lay next to Jon, Matt's long, muscular, lightly hairy legs mingled with Jon's, as the two jocks began kissing, feverishly. Spittle soon ran down the bottom of Jon's face, while his hands pulled the wrestler's muscular back in closer and roamed, feeling Matt's muscles moving under the soft, smooth back. One of Matt's hands cupped the base of Jon's head, feeling the long, silkiness of Jon's hair beneath, while the other reached under Jon's other arm, pressing their smooth chests together as one. Tongues dueled inside hot, wet mouths, making love to each other, tasting each other, as both boys moaned with an intense longing into each other's mouths. Matt would never have believed before today that he'd lay with another man as with a woman, but Jon threw all that out the window. Matt thought Jon was beautiful in every way, and there was something else about the boy--something about his fresh scent and sweet taste Matt simply couldn't get enough of. Matt's long, thick tongue slipped out the corner of Jon's mouth, sliding down his neck to the crook, kissing, licking, and sucking--marking his territory--leaving moaning and clutching the wrestler's head to his neck. As for Jon, he couldn't believe that the absolute nicest and--in his opinion--the most handsome, All-American guys in the frat wanted to be with him. Jon's self-esteem--not great beforehand--had really plummeted over the past few weeks, and it suddenly dawned on him he couldn't `pollute' pure Matt. "Dude, stop... Oh fuck... Dude, dude, stop, I've got to tell you everything. I'm scum, dude. I'm not good enough for you," and Jon broke down sobbing, realizing by telling everything he'd lose this angel of a boy.

Matt pulled himself over Jon, puzzled by the sudden outburst of crying ...and not just `crying' but something deep and convulsing within the beauty.

"I have to tell you, `cause if people see you with me..." and here Jon welled with sobbing, "they'll tell you everything and you'll hate me... [more sobbing] ...and worse yet, they might try to do to you what they've done to me... [sobbing] ...and I couldn't live with myself if that happened to you..." Jon spilled everything that had happened--from Brad's drugging him and using Kevin's raping him and the video of the night at the Lookout, where Brad drugged both he and the next door neighbor's involvement...and finally to Chase and Dylan from TKE.

At first, listening to the story, Matt was so angry--angrier than he'd ever been in his life--at Brad, Kevin, all these dudes. He seethed with hatred for these guys who'd sworn a brotherhood, who'd used drugs to achieve an end, who'd raped, and who'd preyed on and taken advantage of Jon. Then Matt, too, began crying for Jon--for his pain and all he'd endured. Matt swore he loved Jon even more for all that he'd endured, and he couldn't imagine not helping and protecting Jon now. Matt put the pieces together, sharing with Jon what he'd seen between Kevin and Todd and revealing to Jon that Todd had suddenly moved out of the house last week--moving in with some girl he knew, living off-campus, telling Matt they were `just friends'. Todd moving out of the house like that seemed so weird to Matt, and now that he knew what Kevin had done to Jon, he wondered if something similar had happened between Kevin and Todd. Matt told Jon about Kevin coming on to him, mauling him, saying he had a crush on Matt. He told Jon how he suspected Kevin rattling his doorknob at 3 a.m. and quietly knocking afterward. Matt also told Jon about seeing Luke fucking Taylor, wondering--based on the mean language Luke used--whether there was something bad going on there. Jon was as shocked about Matt's revelations as Matt had been about his. However, if Jon thought Matt would pick up his things and leave, he was sorely mistaken. At that point, Matt was more committed to Jon than ever before, and all the ugliness that had been discussed dissolved to whispers of affection and tender kisses evolving to much more passionate exchanges.

Matt kissed Jon's tear-stained cheeks, whispering how he'd been attracted to Jon since he was a pledge last year he tried blocking Jon out of his thoughts with prayer he'd kept his distance from Jon due to his attraction to the boy and his parent's beliefs about homosexuality. Matt told Jon how, last year, he picked up almost immediately how kind, considerate, and intelligent Jon was and that those qualities--above his incredible beauty--were the qualities he looked for in someone--be it a friend or a lover. "You have no idea how many nights thoughts of you drove me crazy idea, Jon" and Matt's mouth covered Jon's, as their tongues renewed their dueling with even more passion than before, and Jon's fingers strummed through the soft, thick, blonde hair on the back of Matt's head.

Drool escaped between the two pair of fevered lips, rolling down the side of Jon's cheeks. Matt licked down the front of Jon's neck, drinking in the taste of his sweet skin. Matt's thick, wet tongue continued sliding downward and across one of Jon's muscular pecs, coming to rest on his flat, pale pink nipple. Matt licked, kissed, and sucked on the beautiful, smooth nipple, while Jon's fingers alternately clutched at and combed through the short, thick, blonde hair of the nursing wrestler. Both boys moaned into each other, as Matt nursed from first one then the other pale pink nipple. When Jon couldn't take it anymore, he pushed Matt over on his back and licked and nursed from the wrestler's small, smooth, pink nipples, eliciting deep baritone moans from Matt, who was equally turned on by both Jon's mouth as well as the soft, silky dancing of Jon's long, blonde hair on his ripped chest and abs. Matt couldn't even see Jon's face, for the pile of silky, blonde hair draped over it ...but he could definitely feel Jon's talented tongue and lips. Matt ran his hands through the soft, beautiful hair, panting and whispering how beautiful he thought Jon was. Jon's hand that had been roaming Matt's ripped abs, slid south to begin running through Matt's soft, dense pubes. Matt caught his breath for a second, feeling the long, masculine fingers running through his pubes ...and he caught his breath again, when Jon's hand grasped the thick shaft of Matt's hard, 10" cock and began slowly jacking it.

Jon's wet tongue drifted southward down Matt's six-pack abs toward a new target. Of course, with such a big cock, Jon's tongue covered only a very short distance across Matt's abs, before landing on his cockhead, gooey with Matt's sweet cum. `Oh my god', Jon thought, `his cum is like white honey', as his tongue lapped at the head, taking Matt's seed inside him. The frequency and urgency of Matt's deep, baritone, moans and `Oh my gods' only increased when he felt Jon's hot, wet mouth surround his cockhead--Jon's tongue swirling around it, collecting Matt's gooey seed, and swallowing it into his blood stream. Jon had become a very gifted cocksucker over the past few weeks, and he used his new skills to their fullest that late afternoon on Matt, opening his throat and taking more and more of Matt's big cock inside him--bobbing and twisting, then bobbing and twisting more on this big, beautiful, perfect cock with its sweet, sacred precum--Matt's precum. It was all about Matt in Jon's head now: the type of person that only comes around in life once--if you're lucky--and Jon felt so honored and fortunate to have Matt in his life now. Jon was like a rabid dog on Matt's cock: he absolutely wanted Matt's seed inside him, mixing with his own DNA. As for Matt, though, he'd never experienced anything so good!! He couldn't believe anyone could (or would) deep throat a cock: he didn't understand how it would be possible. So imagine the feelings of euphoria the innocent farm boy-wrestler felt, as Jon's throat squeezed and spasmed around his cock. "Jon... Oh god, Jon...", Matt tried warning the stud on his cock, "I... Jon, I... I'm gonna cum, Jon.... I'm gonna cum, Jon", but there was nothing that could take Jon off Matt's cock--nothing in the world. Jon had to have Matt's cum, and he kept swallowing more of the big cock down his throat. When Matt was with Hannah, she told him she couldn't imagine putting a cock in her mouth let alone cum, so panting and moaning, Matt continued trying to warn Jon of his impending climax. That Jon was ignoring him both confused and honored him. Jon had eight inches of the ten-inch cock inside him, as a white mixture of tears, snot and precum rolled down the remaining 2" of Matt's cock--pooling as an opaque, creamy liquid around the base of Matt's big cock. Matt felt everything intensely and for the first time in his life: Jon's hot breath puffing out his nose around his cock shaft, Jon's tongue rubbing the underside of his thick cock, and of course, Jon's throat, feverishly milking his cock for its nectar. Matt's head thrashed on the pillow when Jon's other hand started fondling and pulling his big balls, and when Jon's long, middle finger slid backward across Matt's taint, the wrestler began firing thick globs of cum inside Jon's belly. Jon pulled backward off the cock, needing Matt's thick, fertile seed in his mouth, on his tongue, and as he pulled back, Matt's cock shaft glistened white in a mixture of mucus and cum. With the wrestler's cockhead in his mouth, Jon twisted and bobbed his head like a starving whore--his tongue lapping and his throat swallowing as fast as it could. Gobs of Matt's thick, white cum slipped out the corners of Jon's mouth and rolled down the thick, 10" cock. Jon kept whoring himself on the angel's cock, craving the seed in his belly ...until Matt's cock became too sensitive. "Jon... Oh Jon...", Matt panted, "it's too sensitive now, Jon... Babe, please, come up here..." Jon, quite reluctantly, took the angel's cock from his mouth, but there was no way he would leave the thick cum on Matt's cock and in his pubes. Jon licked the cock bottom to top, gathering and eating Matt's sweet cum. He sucked the thick gel of seed from Matt's pubes and continued licking down there until they were clean. Jon ate and swallowed Matt's cum along with a few pubes collected by his tongue, but he only partially sated as he slid his way up Matt's body, resting his head on Matt's chest: Jon now needed this perfect cock inside his cunt, filling him full of Matt's sperm.

Running his fingers through Jon's long, soft hair--and after his breathing normalized--Matt asked, "May I stay here sometimes?"

The side of his face on Matt's chest, listening to the beautiful wrestler's heart beating, Jon's direct, simple reply was, "Of course."




The two jocks rested and dozed for about 30 minutes when Jon felt Matt's lips on his neck, kissing and licking, then he felt the wrestler's strong hand surround and grasp his 8" cock shaft, slowly jacking it. Matt had never touched another guy's cock. Sure, he'd checked out cocks in locker rooms and showers, but that was just a guy-thing, right? And more than a few times he'd felt the power of a hard cock on the wrestling mat, being pinned down by someone stronger ...who asserted his dominance with a hard-on pressed against Matt's big, hard glutes, but, again, that was a guy-thing, right? And there had been a few times he'd been pinned on his back ...with his opponent's big, hard cock pressed against his lips. (Those were the most humiliating matches.) When he was a Sophomore in high school, during practice one day, a very popular Senior wrestler, Marco, pinned Matt on his stomach, and, humping his butt with his big hard-on, he whispered in Matt's ear, "Feel my heat, kid? You're a hot, little stud, Matty ...real hot. Hang-back after practice, wait by the band door, and I'll give you a ride home." Helping Matt afterward and throwing an arm over the boy's shoulders, he continued whispering, "It's no biggie. See my buddy, Wade, there? He fuckin' loves my cock. You wouldn't believe the hot, straight dudes that ride my pole ...for real. So meet me afterward." Then Marco walked away. Matt couldn't believe what had just happened. And Wade?? Wade was the captain of the football team, who dated the hottest girl in the Senior class. `He's got to be lying...' thought Matt, `This is some sort of setup...' Fifteen-year-old Matt never knew what would've happened, as he didn't even shower that day; dressing quickly, running up the stairs, he and his friend jumped into the car of his friend's dad. Marco never spoke or did anything to Matt the short remainder of the school year and graduated with honors.

Now, Matt held Jon's beautiful, 8" slab of meat in his hand, jacking it slowly, amazed by its soft, silky hardness. It looked so much like his own, except slightly shorter--maybe 2"--and a just little less thick. Jon had to have some sort of heavy fuckin' pheromones emanating from him that could penetrate the straightest of dudes senses (let alone bi or gay dudes). Matt ran his fingers through Jon's ash blonde pubes, raised his fingers to his nose, then stuck them in his mouth. He started to bend down, reaching for Jon's cock again, when Jon pushed him back on the bed, quietly saying `no'. Jon was in-heat for this boy--he needed Matt deep inside him--but for Jon, pleasing his partner came above his own needs.

Jon slid down Matt's awesome body until his head was between Matt's knees. Matt had an incredible body, being a wrestler for the university team. His thighs were ripped muscular but not overly large (like someone in a heavier weight class). Jon started kissing and licking his way up Matt's big thighs. When he got to Matt's big balls, Jon licked and sucked them--moaning with them inside his mouth--leaving Matt's big cock was hard and dripping. Jon had a bigger surprise for Matt, though. He got up on his knees, hoisted Matt's legs up, and rolled the All-American boy up, telling him to grab the backs of his knees. There before Jon's eyes was the most beautiful, pink rosebud, and his face fell down into it--spreading Jon's legs further apart, lapping and probing the tight orifice with his thick, wet tongue. Matt's deep baritone moaned loudly, "Oh God! Oh man!" He couldn't think! Matt couldn't have imagined anyone would ever do such a thing nor that it would feel so unbelievably hot!!! Matt pulled his own legs further down, rolling himself up higher for the hot mouth making such incredible love to his rosebud. Jon used his fingers to stretch Matt's little hole open, driving his wet tongue inside the blonde wrestler's pink flower. Matt twisted and thrashed his upper body on the bed, moaning and even whimpering, as Jon alternated between sucking the hole's tiny lips and diving his long tongue inside it's pink, sucking walls, French kissing the little mouth. Matt was hooked! If this was gay sex, then he was a proud faggot! After several minutes of tongue fucking Matt's newly discovered sex organ, Jon crawled backward, lowering Matt's long, muscular legs.

Jon crawled back up the bed and leaned over, looking for something. Matt reached over to Jon's back, feeling his muscles moving under its smooth, pale skin. His hand drifted lower along Jon's smooth back as it narrowed and dipped in the small then rose onto the arc of Jon's big, hard glutes. They were a marvel--more beautiful than any sculpture or other work of art Matt had ever seen. As Jon leaned back up, he handed Matt a bottle of lube, looking down and blushing. Matt leaned over, covering Jon's mouth with his own, and kissed the boy gently--his tongue slipping delicately inside Jon's mouth, doing duets with the other tongue.

Unlike most people, Jon must have had awfully powerful, scentless pheromones (or something of the like) that acted on most straight guys like a fucking magnet, somehow deluding these dudes into believing he had a pussy inside his jeans. It used to annoy Jon when dudes he barely knew would stick their hands in his back jeans pocket at, say, a bar or a rodeo or when fellow players would pat his butt in the dugout and just leave their hands there, rubbing his mounds. Since puberty, a lot of dudes--straight, bi, gay--seemed like dogs around Jon--sniffing around him, their nostrils flared, then mounting and humping his leg. Jon thought it must just be a guy-thing, and besides, he was too polite to ever say anything, thinking, also, that it would only draw more unwanted attention. Imagine the effect, then, that Jon had on bi or gay dudes. Face down on his knees, Jon's cock was hard and dripping when he shoved his bed pillow underneath it, hiking his beautiful butt up and spreading his knees apart. Imagine the effect on sweet Matt, when he crawled between Jon's spread legs: those round, beautiful mounds of Jon's seduced the wrestler's face right down into the boy's tight, narrow valley. Jon's scent turned Matt into some sort of animal in-heat; the All-American boy became much out-of-character, using language he would otherwise never use. Once Jon spread his knees, Matt had no control over himself. His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed, as he grabbed Jon's big, round buttocks in his hands, spreading them apart to see his little bit of heaven on earth. "Ah fuck, Jon!" was all Matt got out as his face descended into Jon's pussy and his long, thick, wet tongue began lapping up-and-down Jon's narrow valley--moaning, craving more. Brought in-heat, Jon moaned too, reaching back to pull his tight butt cheeks open, spreading his knees further apart. A light scent of soap filled Matt's nose as he kissed and lapped at Jon's pink rosebud--over-and-over again the blonde stud licked and sucked the little hole. Spreading the little lips open with his fingers, the ripped, 6' 1" wrestler curled his tongue, driving it into the sweet, gripping pussy. Matt was crazed by the seductive cunt, tongue-fucking and spitting into its mouth.

Jon, the popular quarterback for his high school team, acted and sounded like a whore in-heat--moaning and thrashing his head back-and-forth, pushing his hot ass back on the All-American, stud wrestler. "Fuck my goddamned cunt, Matt! I need your fucking cock inside me!"

Sitting back on his knees, Matt taunted Jon, "Oh?? It's a pussy, is it?? You want my big cock up-in-there, do ya?" Matt popped open the lid on the lube, lubed his long, thick, middle finger, and pressed inside the cunt.

"Ah, fuck ya, I want all your big cock up-in-me! I need to feel your pubes banging my cunt, Matt!" Jon begged and whined, "I've got something inside me back there, man... I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's turned my hole into a fucking cunt, Matt! Quit fucking around and fuck my goddamned cunt!!" Matt's big finger slipped completely into the hot pussy--its walls quickly grabbing and squeezing the probe.

"O-o-o-o... you've gotta tight, little pussy, Jon ...real tight! You sure you can take all my meat??" Matt questioned--in a taunting manner, but seriously wondering whether his big tool could actually get inside such a small hole.

"Don't worry about my fucking cunt, Matt. Just fuck me!" Jon whined.

"You gonna be my girl, Jon? Huh, babe?" Matt taunted, slapping his hard bat against Jon's hard, round butt.

"Oh, fuck, Matt! I'd do anything for you! ...seriously, any-fucking-thing!" Jon swore.

Stretching up on his knees, holding his hard, 10" cock, Matt pressed its fat head against Jon's rosebud--his ripped abs and flat stomach straining as he pushed. The little flower soon bloomed, welcoming and sealing around 4" of the wrestler's big cock. "Oh, god... Oh... Oh..." Matt's breath caught in this throat--thrilled by hot, tight cunt. "Oh god, Jon, you've got a sweet, little pussy back here, don't ya?" Jon, however, was really worked-up for cock--anxious for the whole fucking 10" to start ploughing him. The blonde beauty pushed out and pushed back, managing to sink another 3" inside him. Matt's eyes widened even more, with the added thrill, and like the stud he was, Matt grabbed Jon's hips and sunk all the way inside the boy's warm, inviting cunt. Matt ground his ash blonde pubes against the Jon's big glutes and began slowly pulling back. Getting his cock almost out, Matt slammed his cock all the way back in. Matt, pulled back about an inch, and looking down, had he not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed Jon's hole could stretch what was at least the 3" diameter of his shaft at that point ...but there the pink cunt was! ...stretched around the thick base of his cock. Jon's cunt squeezed and spasmed around the huge cock, as Matt drew it back and began fucking the pussy like a stallion. Holding Jon's hips tightly, Matt threw his head back, moaning, as his own hot ass pumped in-and-out of the hot, wet cunt. "Ah, fuck yeah! Fuckin' your tight pussy now, Jon! You diggin' my cock, babe?"

The huge cock road back-and-forth, over-and-over that hard nut inside Jon's ass, making the boy thrash around on the bed saying all kinds of crazy shit. His arms were splayed out across the bed, gripping the bedding; Matt watched the hot stud's muscles ripple across his shoulders and had an incredible desire to lick Jon's impressive biceps. As Matt ground his pubes around on the blonde jock's butt, rotating his own hot ass, digging his cock around inside that cunt, Jon alternated between moaning land whimpering ike a whore and telling Matt to "Fuck my cunt, Matt! ... Oh, yeah!! That's it! Fuck my fuckin' cunt!!"

Sweat trickled down Matt's handsome face and down across his muscled pecs, while the sweat across Jon's forehead and the sides of his cheeks caused his long hair to mat on his forehead and long wisps to stick to his cheeks. Matt pushed down on the small of Jon's back, so he could lay across his back, using his long, muscled legs to spread Jon's legs even further apart. With the pillow under his ass, Matt was really able to own Jon's pussy--digging even deeper, his big balls slapping the boy's taint. "You like that, bitch?? Huh?? Who owns this cunt?? Huh, Jonny??"

"Oh, fuck, you do, Matt!!!" Jon moaned--grunting each time Matt's hard pelvis slammed down into him. The view from behind was out of this world! Matt had long, very muscular legs and thighs: he had these spread wide, keeping Jon's legs spread wide. Matt's own hard, (very) round butt flew up-and-down into Jon's cunt, with his big balls slapping against his bitch. Matt ran his nose through the long, soft blonde hair, breathing in those pheromones, becoming more-and-more not himself. "Yeah, babe, you wanna be Matty's bitch now?? I fuckin' love your sweet cunt, Jonny!" Of course, Jon moaned a `yeah'--lost in his own erotic delirium. Matt licked up Jon's neck, mouthing and tongue-fucking the stud's ear. He sucked on Jon's neck and licked and mouthed his way across Jon's shoulder to the boy's big bicep, where he licked it back-and-forth and back-and-forth--fucking in lust with his babe's muscles. "You beautiful bitch with your big fuckin' muscles... You and I are gonna be doing a lot of wrestling, yeah?? You wrestle with Matty?? You're such a hot motherfucker, Jonny..." With his muscular ass hiking up-and-down into Jon, Matt pushed Jon's arm up on the bed and stuck his face in the boy's armpit, licking it up-and-down, moaning.

Jon's eyes were already rolling in his head, when Matt got back up on his knees and effortlessly flipped him over, throwing the pillow on the floor. Matt then lifted one of Jon's legs high in the air, splitting his legs apart, and started deep-dicking the boy in that position! Jon couldn't believe the awesome fuck Matt was throwing him!! Innocent Matty put Kevin to shame! Jon's cock leaked precum with every rub across his nut, and his head literally bounced on the bed with the fucking. "Yeah! Is baby liking that?? You want my babies in you bitch?? I'm gonna shoot so much cum in you it shoots out your mouth, yeah?? Oh boy, you're riding my big cock like a pro, baby doll!!"

Matt dropped Jon's leg and propped himself on his elbows over Jon. "You're the most beautiful person I've met, Jon--inside and out. If you'll have me, I'm gonna take care of you, babe." Matt's tongue dove inside Jon's wet, drooling mouth--their tongues wrestling--as Jon wrapped his arms around Matt's back, pressing them tighter together. Between the two sets of sweaty abs, Jon's cum exploded out his cock. Big, white glob after big, white glob fired repeatedly, and trapped between the bodies, it formed a sticky seal. Matt had fucked the cum out of Jon--hand's free--and with Jon's spasming cunt squeezing his cock even tighter, Matt's eyes rolled in his head as his own stallion cock began firing, filling Jon's pretty pussy full of white cum. Matt groaned with each slap against Jon's cunt, as the white overflow slipped out around his huge fucking cock, matting his own dense, ash blonde pubes with the thick stuff.

Matt didn't leave that evening ...or that night. And this wasn't their only love-making session. After sleeping for three hours, they did it again, standing up--with Jon pressed into the door. They did it about 1 a.m. with Jon bent over his armchair in front of his big window, looking out over the front porch. (At least Jon had sheers over his windows.) And they did it again, wrestling on the floor around 9 a.m.

Matt went back to the house to shower, and when he came back to Jon's room around 11 p.m., he brought a drill from the house and a wide-lens peephole he'd bought that afternoon at the hardware store. "I don't care what the old lady says, every door should have one," Matt explained. "You need it for your safety for when I'm not here or don't spend the night. You won't have to ask who it is or open the door to find out." Matt also bought a door skirt for the bottom of the door, so those outside wouldn't be able to see a light from under the door. The wrestler also brought a duffle bag full of clothes, for which Jon couldn't have been happier.

No more Brad. No more Kevin. And no more Chase or Dylan. Matt vowed that--soon enough--he'd make sure they left Jon alone from now on. He'd deal with each of them one-on-one.

Down the hall, however, someone else wasn't as fortunate.


End -- Chapter 17