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 eli.vandergraaff@gmail.com

 

Characters:

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, medium length, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 170 lbs.

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

Taylor

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

Todd

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

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

Colin

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

University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball

Matt

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

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

Luke

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

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

Ryan

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

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

Dylan

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

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

Chase

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

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

Mason

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

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

Chris

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

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

Tyler

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

High School Football (RB) & Baseball

Dave

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

High School Football & Baseball

Tyrese

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

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

Darnell

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

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

Deshawn

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

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

Trevon

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

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

 

 

 

 

 


 

Chapter 18

 

Kevin wasn't in a good mood. Brad had disappeared again--gone, now, for five days. Taylor had gone home Thursday for a long weekend with his family. And Todd had moved out of the frat house and had changed his cell number. It was Sunday, and, in keeping with his religious convictions, Kevin had a raging hard-on and wanted to fuck. Without pussy--male or female--and having a big test the next day anyway, Kevin packed his backpack and went to the Main Library to study.

He'd been studying on the seventh floor when he decided to take a little break and peruse the bookstacks, looking through random books. Rounding a corner, Kevin ran grand slam into Jon, of all people. Kevin grabbed Jon by his coat and drug him to the end of an aisle of books where it dead-ended at a wall. "It's so goddamned nice seeing you, faggot!! Seriously, my cock is, like, fuckin' cement! ...and it's got your name written all over it, cunt lips!" Kevin had Jon pressed against the wall, grinding his cock against the boy's stomach.

"Get off me, you sonofabitch!" Jon whispered. "You can't do this! I'll tell...", but of course, Jon couldn't finish his sentence without exposing Matt--something he'd never do.

"Oh? Who're you gonna tell, Jon? Who? Fuck that! I was wrong letting you go, Jon ...real wrong." Kevin took Jon's hand and put it on top of his jeans over his big, hard cock. "See how much I've been missing you, girl?" Yanking Jon's head back by grabbing and pulling Jon's long hair, Kevin covered the blonde jock's mouth diving his long, thick tongue inside. Kevin felt Jon's resistance weaken when he began groping the boy's full rump. "Yeah, you've been missing me too, haven't you Jonny?" but Kevin quickly covered Jon's protesting mouth again, pushing Jon's coat off his shoulders.

Everything was happening so quickly that Jon couldn't think. He'd avoided Bergman Hall for weeks now, finding new places to study where he wouldn't run into Brad, Kevin, or Todd, and Jon thought the safest place would've been the seventh floor of the Main Library--the seventh floor being filled floor to ceiling, wall to wall with books and only a small number of carrels was one of the most unpopular places to study. Jon was shocked and speechless, running into Kevin and was totally unprepared to deal with the stronger boy. Whatever you thought of Kevin's behavior and personality, you had to admit he had killer looks and an animalistic sexuality about him; his exquisite handsomeness and sexuality overwhelmed those to whom he directed it. As loathed as Jon would be to admit it, these qualities are exactly what drew him to Kevin in the beginning--as Freshmen pledges.

While kissing Jon the second time, Kevin unbuttoned his own jeans and pushed them and his underwear off his hips and onto his thighs. Now pressing on Jon's shoulders, he told the Dylan Sprouse lookalike, "Suck, boy."

As he was being pushed down to his knees, Jon pleaded with Kevin, "No, Kevin... I'm with someone now... Please don't make me do this..."

"I'm not `making' you suck my cock, Jon. You `want' to do this ...you `need' to do this. Look at my cock, Jon. Isn't it the most perfect cock you've ever seen?" Kevin said, trying to twist Jon's mind. "Look at it, suck-boy... Get a good look!"

On his knees now, with Kevin rubbing his cock all over Jon's face, the blonde jock was becoming quickly unraveled, and when Kevin grabbed Jon's head and shoved his face into his soft, dense, black, pubes, Jon quickly began running his face through Kevin's pubes, lowly moaning, "oh, Kev... oh... oh my god, Kevin..." Jon began rubbing Kevin's hard, hot glutes, and without looking up at his tormentor, Jon whispered with ragged breath, "You can't tell anyone about this, Kevin ...please ...for your own sake. He'll bash your face in if he finds out."

Kevin laughed, "If you're talking about Brad, he's my little cocksucker now--both he and Taylor." Jon looked up at Kevin in shock at the news. "That's right! And I've got to tell you Taylor loves my cock up his ass..." Jon was speechless, so he just shook his head `no', and overwhelmed by Kevin's scent, his hot, wet mouth covered Kevin's cockhead--its tongue lapping up Kevin's sweet goo. "Oh, yeah!! That's what I'm talkin' about! Suck my cock, boy! Yeah, suck it... you pretty, fuckin' boy, you..." Jon pulled off Kevin's cockhead, running his drooling tongue down Kevin's hard 9" and down onto his nuts. `Oh fuck!' Kevin thought, `Jon's really upped his skills!' "Yeah, suck those balls, boy! You've got such a sweet mouth, Jon!" Jon rolled his tongue around the ball in his mouth, sucking gently on it, while rubbing his finger back-and-forth over Kevin's taint.

He and Kev had history with each other. No matter how much he felt like hating Kevin, Jon did love him--not as much as he loved Matt, but he still carried a torch for the god-like Kevin. Jon used his muscles--and the fact Kevin had his jeans around his thighs--to turn Kevin around and pull his hard, tight globes apart. Jon breathed Kevin in and attacked his pink rosebud with his big tongue, licking and sucking at the little flower.

"Oh, fuck yeah!! You're a nasty little bitch now, aren't you??" Kevin was bent forward, grabbing the two bookcases on either side of the aisle now to keep himself steady under the ravenous onslaught by Jon's wet, determined tongue. "Oh, yeah! Lick my fuckin' ass, bitch!!" After a couple minutes of incredible rimming, looking at the end of the aisle, Kevin saw a sorority girl he knew, rounding the corner, staring, and giggling at him. She didn't know who was rimming Kevin, and, only able to see the long, blonde hair on either side of Kevin's butt, she assumed it was yet another of Kevin's conquests. Kevin flipped her the bird and snarled, "Fuck off, Kim!" to which the sorority girl walked away, giggling to herself.

Turning around, despite Jon's reluctance, Kevin pulled Jon up, whispering, "We don't have much time here" and began unbuttoning Jon's jeans. In a daze and under Kevin's aura, Jon gave himself over to the handsome stud. Yanking Jon's jeans and underwear down to his ankles, Kevin turned the boy around and spit copious amounts of saliva down onto his cockhead. Kevin bent Jon forward, spread the boy's big, hard glutes apart, and began pressing against Jon's flower, which soon opened, engulfing the cockhead like a seasoned whore. "Oh, fuck, Jon! I'm gonna marry your pussy!!" Kevin moaned as his big cock slowly sank into Jon's warm squeezing cunt.

Jon, now, was trying to hold onto the two bookcases across the aisle from each other, as he felt Kevin's beautiful cock sinking into him--rubbing right across the love-nut deep inside him. When Jon felt Kevin's soft pubes against his big butt, the blonde jock let out a low, deep moan of satisfaction.

Kevin quickly leaned over Jon, covering his moaning mouth with his big hand. Helping to hold Jon up with his other arm wrapped around Jon's waist, Kevin began fucking his former friend. "Oh, how I've missed you, Jon..." Kevin whispered into Jon's ear, "...you and your sweet pussy! ...so fuckin' sweet! I'm serious, Jon: I really have missed you..." Kevin stuck his tongue through Jon's hair, lapping at the small ear below. "You shoulda told me you were gay last year... I coulda been tapping this ass a long time ago! You'd have like that wouldn't you?" With Kevin's hand over his mouth, Jon could only nod his head `yes'--a muffled moan escaping around Kevin's big hand.

Jon nipped at Kevin's hand, causing the other boy to remove his hand from Jon's mouth. "Hey... hey... stop a minute," Jon whispered, "...so I can kick my shoe off and get these pants off that leg. It'll be better for us." Keeping his cock inside the warm, squeezing pussy, Kevin let the blonde beauty get his leg out of the binding jeans. Then Jon hiked-up his free leg onto a lower bookshelf, spreading his cunt wide open for Kevin's fuck.

Kevin pulled Jon up enough to press the side of his face against the wall, where he could lick and kiss it. Kevin then began throwing Jon a wild fuck--his hard, round ass bouncing up-and-down in the air and his thick cock and black pubes banging in-and-out Jon's pink pussy. Running his nose through Jon's long, blonde hair, smelling Jon's powerful, overwhelming pheromones, Kevin was lost in lust, whispering all kinds of obscene and crazy things. "Yeah, you're one hot motherfucker, Jon! I can't get enough of you!" He sucked on Jon's neck then covered Jon's ear, tonguing it. "Babe, it's just you and I... Let's fuckin' runaway together... you and I, pretty girl. Oh, Jon, I fuckin' love you, dude..."

Jon's ass moved backward on each near-withdrawal of the satisfying cock, not wanting the thick thing to ever leave him. "If [groan]... if you'd [groan]... only said that two months ago..."

"Jon, I love you, dude... Me and you, huh? Me and you..." Kevin moaned. With Kevin hitting that nut so many times and knowing it was Kevin, Jon's thick, white globs of cum shot out, repeatedly splatting against the wall--covering an area and running down to the floor. With Jon's cunt walls squeezing his thick, 9" cock, Kevin's rotating ass began filling Jon's pussy full of his babies. "Ahhhh, fuckin' fuck you, Jon!! Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" In the area where Jon's cunt formed a seal around Kevin's cock, a whitish mixture began squeezing out around the cock, and when his cock became too sensitive and Kevin pulled out of his pussy, Jon immediately felt great globs of Kevin's white cum rolling down his legs.

Both boys hustled to get their jeans back up and shirts tucked in, and when they were dressed again, Kevin took Jon in his arms, kissing the boy for a long time. "What about it, Jon? You and me?"

Jon looked down, "It's too late, Kev. Someone really loves me now, and I love him."

"Fuck whoever it is!" Kevin whispered loudly. "I know you love me, and I love you too, Jon!"

Jon looked into Kevin's piercing blue eyes, saying again, "It's too late..."

Kevin's nose turned red and tears began falling down his cheeks. He violently pushed Jon into the bookcase, insisting, "I didn't mean it! You're nothing but a faggot! Why would I ever say such a thing to you! I was just trying to trick you! I hate you, faggot!"

Jon, though, could see through Kevin's self-defense and just looked silently down at the floor, letting Kevin do Kevin. When the other boy quieted, Jon paused before imploring Kevin, "Listen Kevin, please, please don't say anything about this. If someone heard you, it would destroy him, and he's liable to bash your face in. Okay? Just please..."

However, with Kevin's big hand suddenly at his throat, pushing him against the wall, Jon wasn't able to finish his sentence. "So! This is someone I know!! ...someone I know well!! Who is it? Mason?? Is Mason tapping this ass now? Has he turned into a fuckin' faggot like you?" Kevin let loose of Jon's throat, realizing he'd lost control of himself.

Catching his breath, Jon finally responded, "Not hardly. Mason's as straight as they come. Just please be quiet about this ...for your sake. I care about you, Kevin. I don't want to see you getting hurt." Jon kissed Kevin on the cheek, but before he could walk away, Kevin violently pushed Jon away, saying, "Get away from me you dirty faggot!!" Jon grabbed his backpack and left.

 

*******

 

Chase and Dylan had been studying at the Engineering Library all Sunday afternoon. The place was like a morgue, with only, at most, 18 people in there, including the staff, and this seemed to make the afternoon drag out incredibly long. Both were mentally exhausted and ready to find dinner somewhere. As they walked out of the library and down the hallway toward the door, Dylan said he needed to take a leak before they left the building. Dylan had been in the dumps since being cornered in the hall outside Jon's room by some wrestler, telling him to stay away from the long-haired blonde. When Dylan tried calling the dude's bluff, the wrestler punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. So, for the past week and a half, Dylan had a major case of blue balls with no outlet.

Chase followed his friend into the restroom, thinking he should probably take a whiz too, before heading out. When Dylan headed for the stalls, Chase called him on it, saying, "I thought you said you had to piss?"

Dylan was puzzled, answering, "Yeah?"

"Well, if you only have to piss, then piss out here. Since when did you become `pee-shy'??" Chase grilled.

Dylan stammered, answering, "Yeah, well, maybe I'd like a little privacy today. So what?"

Chase stood down, saying, "No, no, go on ahead and use the stalls, but be sure to sit like a lady in there."

It pissed Dylan off, but Chase had one over on him, so there wasn't much he could say about things anymore. Dylan chose the far, handicap stall--the larger stall in the far corner of the room--and when he entered, Chase pushed his way inside, behind his friend. "What the fuck, Chase??"

"I'm just here making sure you use the toilet like a lady, Dylan. Just pretended I'm not here," Chase taunted his friend.

Pissed off, Dylan told his friend, "Get the fuck out of here, dude!"

Chase grabbed Dylan by his shirt collar and pulled Dylan to within an inch of his nose. "I told you I call the shots from now on. Now, hang your fuckin' backpack and coat up, pull your pants down, and squat like a fuckin' bitch. Got it?"

Resigned to his humiliation, Dylan sighed and answered, "Fine, Chase. Whatever you say..."

Releasing his friend's shirt collar and shoving him back, Chase told his friend, "Music to my ears, Dyl. Music to my ears..." Embarrassed, Dylan hung his backpack on the wall hook and hung his coat over it. Looking at anything but his friend's face, Dylan unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them and his underwear down to his thighs, and sat on the toilet. Chase took his backpack and coat off then, hanging them on the hook on the back of the stall door.

"What are you doing that for, Chase?" a truly puzzled Dylan asked.

"It's hot in here, okay? Besides, maybe I have to take a piss too. Sit back and maybe I can piss between your legs," Chase laughed.

Very angry now, Dylan told his friend, "Fuck off! You're not pissing between my legs! Now, get out of here!"

Chase laughed then hauled off and slapped his friend hard across the face. "I told you I call the shots from now on, Dylan. When are you gonna get that through your thick fuckin' skull?? You fuckin' talk back like that to me again, and I'll do a whole hell of a lot worse than slap you. Got it?" Stunned and rubbing his face, Dylan just nodded his understanding. "Good, good. Now, unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans." Dylan opened his mouth to protest but, seeing Chase's hand lift up, he began unbuckling Chase's jeans.

"Please wait `til I'm done, Chase. Please?" Dylan asked nicely, unbuttoning Chase's jeans.

"I'll think about it." Seeing Dylan drop his hands and trying to concentrate on pissing, Chase growled at his buddy, "Pull my fucking jeans and briefs down, Dyl. Let's let `little Chase' out for some air, while you do your girly pee."

Dylan's mouth dropped open to speak, but when he looked up to his friend's handsome face, it looked dark with anger, his light gray-green eyes glistening. Dylan decided to ask nicely, "Come on, Chase... Please wait `til I'm done, okay? Besides, someone could come in here, and it'd look pretty bad, you know?" But when Chase's eyes flashed and he pulled his hand back, Dylan quickly said, "Okay, okay, okay..." and pulled Chase's jeans and briefs off his slender waist and down his tree trunk thighs. There it was. Chase's hard, 11" cock, pointing straight out in Dylan's face. It's clean, musty scent filled Dylan's nose, and he tried sitting back on the toilet to distance himself. `Chase is perfect all-around', Dylan thought.

"Kiss it and apologize for being such a little bitch, Dyl." Chase ordered.

"I'm not kissing your cock, Chase. That other time...it was a mistake, you know?" However, Dylan didn't get much else out, before Chase grabbed his thick black hair with one hand and slapped Dylan's face hard three times, leaving the Italian-bred jock pleading for Chase to stop. "Stop! Stop it! That really hurts, Chase! Calm down," Dylan whined.

Chase ordered his friend to kiss his cock and apologize again. "Kiss it right on its cum-filled eye, Dyl, and apologize for being such a little bitch." Red-faced, Dylan pecked the cock lightly on its head, saying he was sorry for being a little bitch. Chase grabbed his friend's head in both hands and shoved Dylan's face into his blonde pubes, holding it there until Dylan quit struggling and pushing against his thighs. Dylan was light-headed with his nose and face being drug through Chase's dense, blonde pubes, and he found his hands moving to the backs of his friend's thighs rubbing up-and-down, feeling his bud's hard muscles. "Beg my cock, Dylan. Beg to be worthy of it." Dylan's tongue was now out, licking through Chase's pubes. He begged alright. Dylan begged to suck Chase's big cock. He begged, saying how much he needed Chase's cum inside him.

Chase let loose of Dylan's hair, but the olive-skinned beauty was lost, running his nose through his friend's pubes, moaning and licking. Dylan's hands roamed and gripped Chase's hard, round glutes, holding his friend tightly to his face. Chase laughed, "What a fuckin' faggot you are! You had a lot of people fooled... and you even had me fooled... for a while. Now, suck cock, boy!" Dylan drug his wet, anxious tongue all the way up the big cock's 11" shaft, licking around its goo-covered head, savoring the sweet cream. Then he felt a sharp thump on his head. "Open your fucking eyes, Dyl. I want your pretty brown eyes on my face the entire time you suck my cock." Dylan's eyes traveled up his stud friend's body, taking in the ripped abs, big, muscular pecs, and onto his friend's exceedingly handsome face. Chase looked like a fucking Greek god or something, with his thick, dirty blonde hair ...and those eyes ...those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes. Dylan eagerly sucked and licked the big cockhead in his mouth, staring up at his beautiful friend. Dylan's tongue rubbed the bottom of the cock's shaft, as he cocked his throat open welcoming Chase's cockhead--squeezing and nursing it. Dylan whored himself on the cock--bobbing and twisting, cramming more-and-more of the huge cock inside his throat. "You were born for my cock, Dylan." One of Dylan's hands jacked the thick base of the cock, while the other pulled on the bull balls below.

Chase suddenly pushed Dylan's head off his cock, lifted him up, and turned the boy around. Dylan panicked, realizing what Chase was up to, but his jeans and underwear had fallen to the floor, tangling his feet. "Chase, no! No, dude!"

Chase squatted down behind Dylan's big, oh-so-fine, globes, pulling the tight orbs apart with his big hands. "Shut up, Dyl. Your big, round booty's been beggin' for my mouth for a long time, bro... I'm a pro, buddy... Let a pro eat your cunt, bro..." and with that, Chase's big, wet tongue slid across Dylan's virgin rosebud.

"Oh, god..." Dylan gasped. "Oh... oh... oh god, Chase... Stop, buddy... Oh god..." Dylan panted. The handsome Italian-bred stud may have been saying `stop', but that's far from what his body said. Gripping the toilet seat, Dylan spread his feet apart as far as his jeans allowed, as he arched his back, pushing his virgin cunt back onto the hot, wet mouth. "Oh, god, dude..." Dylan continued moaning, "...oh, fuck, that feels good!" Chase spread Dylan's tiny lips apart, spearing the sucking mouth with his long, wet tongue. "Oh, fuck... where... where did you learn that?"

"Boarding school," Chase panted, resuming his sucking and spearing of Dylan's small flower. After a few minutes eating the ass, Chase reached back to his coat pocket for the travel-size bottle of lube he carried with him. "I'll make you feel real good, Dyl..."

Dylan pushed his ass back, searching for the hot, wet mouth, instead, he felt Chase's lubed middle finger pressing at his hungry rosebud. As the long, thick finger sunk inside him, Dylan moaned with the thrill of doing something so intimate and raunchy with his stud friend. In his mind, this was all that would happen in a public restroom--that Chase would surely not take this farther. It would be something they'd laugh about over burgers tonight. He didn't know his friend as well as he thought, and when the long, thick finger rubbed across the hard nut inside him, Dylan's breath caught in the air. As it began slowly rubbing back-and-forth across his love nut, Dylan's eyes rolled in his head, and he began pushing back more feverishly on the fucking finger. When Chase slipped a second finger inside, Dylan's eyes rolled again--as did his head in the air.

When Chase finally stood, Dylan started coming out of his crazy lust haze, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. As he started to bend up, Chase pushed him back down, with a hand between his shoulder blades, handing Dylan his knit cap. Dylan didn't understand, `Isn't over? What's with the cap?' he thought to himself, but just as that thought presented itself, Dylan heard his friend tell him, "Use it to bite down on, bitch. You're gonna need it at first."

Then, Dylan felt Chase's big, lubed cockhead pressing against his tiny flower. "No, Chase! No, you can't fuck me! I'm not like that!" Dylan tried to bend back up again but was slapped violently across the back of his head. Still, Dylan struggled to bend back up, protesting, "Goddamnit, Chase! I'll suck your cock all you want--any time you want--but I don't swing like this! Dude, I mean it! Get the fuck off me!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Chase slapped the back of Dylan's head several times in anger. "You're as much a faggot as Jon is. You just need someone to show you the way, and guess what? I'm that someone. Seriously, with an ass like this, you've got to be gay!" The rosebud lost the fight, and Chase pushed his big cock all the way into Dylan's warm, spasming tunnel.

Dylan yelled an excruciating cry pain, as the 11" cock pierced his defenses and sunk inside him. Chase quickly leaned over, grabbing the knit cap off the back of the toilet, and covering Dylan's mouth. "You want draw attention to your hot ass, dude?? Cause if anyone catches us here and sees your big ass, they're gonna wanna take a dip too! Understand me?? So bite on this fucking cap. I guarantee you, very soon you will be beggin' for this cock..."

Dylan was opening crying now, and Chase kept his cock still a while, letting Dylan's new pussy get used to its guest. "Chase, you're too big," Dylan managed saying through his tears. "You're gonna damage me back there, dude."

"Nah, I'm not gonna damage anything, especially if you'll try to relax and do as I tell you," Chase assured his friend. "After I'm done with you today, you'll be beggin' dudes to stick their big cocks up your cunt all the time. Hell, you'll probably troll the restrooms, hittin' on hot dudes! You'll be a fuckin' `restroom whore', Dyl! I mean, there can't be anything lower, right? But as long as you keep your faggotry a secret, you'll have a friend in me." Chase laughed. As Chase pulled his long, thick cock almost out of the hot, gripping cunt, Dylan covered his face with the thick cap and screamed into it; and as Chase shoved the re-lubed shaft back in until his blonde pubes mashed against the hard, tan orbs, Dylan bit down on the cap. "Oh, yeah, Dyl... you've got one fine pussy, buddy!" Chase moaned. "We're gonna be tapping this on a regular, dude!" Dylan's cunt squeezed so tightly around Chase's thick cock--almost to the degree you'd think it was trying to strangle the intruder. "I'm telling you, dude, if you try to relax, this will be a whole lot better for you..." Chase warned the handsome, olive-skinned boy.

Tears and snot ran down around Dylan's mouth, then absorbed by the knit cap. Sucking cock was one thing, but this was entirely another. Dylan never fantasized about getting fucked--never...and in a public restroom no less...bent over, gripping a dirty toilet seat. Why had Chase done this to him?? What had he ever done to deserve this? If Chase had to fuck him, couldn't he have done it to him somewhere less disgusting?

Chase picked up his fuck, sliding his big cock in-and-out of Dylan's hot, gripping cunt. Dylan had finally stopped his stupid crying and was now just groaning when Chase's pelvis slammed into his butt. He groaned more whenever Chase rotated his round ass against him, making his fat cock dig around inside his guts. When Chase heard the outside door open, he grabbed Dylan's shaggy-cut hair and yanked back on it.

When Dylan felt the yank on his hair, he opened his mouth in pain, and the knit cap fell into the toilet. Dylan was truly fucked now, having nothing to bite on, and panting and sweating, Dylan and failed to hear Chase `shh' him. `At least he's not ploughing me', Dylan thought, but then the sexy, buff boy said out loud, "Fuck, the cap fell in the toilet!"

Chase rolled his eyes and tried to stop himself from laughing. He tried to control it, but the more he tried, the harder it became, until he was finally laughing out loud. Soon the face of a fair-skinned, blonde boy, who looked fresh off the farm peered over the adjacent stall wall--wide-eyed in shock. "He was begging for it. What can I say?" Chase said to the kid. "He's a total faggot, and I was horny. You might as well take care of his other hole while I satisfy this one."

Dylan was too numb with shock to say anything. How could Chase throw him under the bus like that?? How??

"I'm Chase. What's your name kid? I'm telling you, he gives a hell of a blow job! ...the hottest, wettest mouth on campus ...I can't describe his amazing tongue-action!"

"But I'm not gay," the kid finally spoke.

"Do you think I am?? Look at me! Look at these muscles! But to my thinking, `a hole's a hole', you know? And if a fag's offering, why not! When was the last time you got a blow job?"

"Last summer," the kid answered.

"Well, that's over seven months ago! You must be fit to be tied! Come on over, and let the fag suck your cock, dude!"

The kid came around, and Chase unlocked the stall door for him. `It's a good thing this a handicap stall', Chase thought, `plenty of room'. "Name's John" the kid said, as he walked past Chase, heading for Dylan's tear-streaked face. "You sure this is safe?" John asked Chase.

"Dude, I've been in here probably a half-hour, letting the fag service me, and you're the first one who's come in. If the little bitch hadn't been moaning so loud, he'd have heard me try to tell him to be still! What year are you?" Chase smiled broadly, extending a hand.

John shook it, answering, "Junior. You?"

"Sophomore. You in the dorms?"

"Nope, I've got an apartment close by. You sure he wants this? Looks like he's been crying."

Chase pulled his 11" cock out, showing off to the kid. "He's just never had one this big, he says." Chase winked at the boy and lubed his cock again before sinking it all the way back in, eliciting a groan from Dylan.

"Whoa, dude! What a cock you've got! You're a lucky motherfucker! What's your name again?"

"Thanks, John. It's Chase, and the fag says his name is Dylan but you can call him `bitch'." Chase pivoted toward the adjacent stall wall, so Dylan would be able to suck John easier. (Chase was thoughtful that way.)

Dylan was destroyed. The refrain `How could Chase have done this to me??' looped through his mind. At least the dude was handsome, Dylan consoled himself.

Indeed, the farm boy was handsome! John had been in football and baseball in high school, and he'd kept himself fit, going to the gym regularly ...not to mention all the exercise you get walking all over campus nearly every day. John was a little shorter than Chase--maybe 5' 11"--and probably clocked in around 160. As he unzipped his olive khakis, he apologized--not to Dylan but to Chase--for his much smaller penis. "Mine's nowhere near your monster cock, but I guess it does the job." John smiled sheepishly. Pulling his pants and underwear down his thighs, his hard, 7" cock bounced free in the air. He also revealed a beautiful butt of his own, nearly making Chase drool! `I'm definitely getting his cell!' Chase thought.

Dylan grabbed a fat globe in each hand and swallowed the fucking cock all the way down the boy's blonde pubes. Dylan had nothing left to lose, he thought. `Give the farm boy jock a blow job what he needs', Dylan reasoned, `Suck him like a whore'. That Dylan did! Dylan bobbed up-and-down that blonde boy's cock, twirling and rubbing his wet tongue on the sweet cock. Dylan forgot who he was and put his `all' into his duty. As Chase's cock continued pounding and grinding into his cunt, the pain diminished. In fact, now, it didn't feel so bad at all. Dylan arched his back, pushing back on the hard shaft rubbing over some sort of thing in his ass, moaning and drooling around the hard cock in his mouth.

The farm boy was moaning too--not just for the wild blow job he was getting but also for Dylan's long, middle finger circling and rubbing his pink rosebud. While John's hands ran through Dylan's luxuriant, thick, black hair, his eyes were fixed on the long, thick cock pumping in-and-out of Dylan's jiggling butt. `Dude is ripped! What a stud! And what a cock! I wish mine were that big! I'd sure give those chicks a ride for their money with a cock like that...' John thought, now openly staring at Chase's big, thick cock. "This queer can sure give good head!" John exclaimed to Chase, starting at this cock.

"Yeah, she sure can!" Chase encouraged, "...the best!"

It seemed all three were in a highly-charged, erotic world of their own when suddenly a big, Black dude was standing in their stall door with his jeans open and a huge fucking cock pointing straight up, ready for action. Dude was HOT! He stood 6' 5", broad, muscular shoulders and chest, tapering to a slender waist. He had a long, angular face with sharp features and hypnotizing, almost Asian-looking eyes.

Dylan seemed to be the only one who didn't know a new person now had entered their stall. Ever outgoing and pleasant, Chase extended a hand, "Chase. Come on in. Might as well get in line for a blow job! This fag is great, ain't he John?"

When the Black dude first stood in their doorway, John--being straight, embarrassed, ...and afraid of Black dudes--just stared down at Dylan's bobbing, twisting head, his face blushing crimson. The Black dude shook Chase's hand, introducing himself, "Darnell. Yeah, he look like he in love with cock! ...hiking his ass up and pushing back like that." Darnell sided up next to John, waiting his turn at Dylan's mouth. What the farm boy missed--looking down in embarrassment--was Chase nodding toward John and winking. Darnell took his hand off his gooey cock, extending toward John. "Darnell."

John looked up at the dude for the first time, shaking his huge, sticky hand, he thought, `Now I've got Black cum on my hands'. "John" he answered succinctly, not wishing to involve himself in conversation with the huge intruder. As Dylan's mouth sucked hard on his cock, John moaned, throwing his head back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Darnell through his arm over John's pale, broad shoulders. "Dude, you play football or something?"

The heavy, Black arm and the deep base voice jarred John from his erotic state. "Huh?"

"I asked you if you played football or something. You got the muscles." As if to emphasize it Darnell rubbed his other, big hand across John's chest, stopping to tweak his pink nipple before pulling his hand back.

"Ugh... I used to. Not anym..o..r..e..." John's voice trailed off, taking in the humongous, 14" Black cock being stroked next to him.

"Yeah, it's a big one, ain't it? You think the cocksucker can swallow it?" Darnell asked.

"I don't know," John answered quietly, staring at the cock, feeling warmed by the big, Black hand rubbing up-and-down his back.

Chase put on quite a show fucking a moaning, bobbing, twisting Dylan, and John was coming to a point of no return, panting and sweating with the best fucking blow job he'd ever had. Large strands of drool and precum fell to the floor from Dylan's hungry mouth. John watched as Darnell took one of his hands off Dylan's head and wrapped it around his huge fucking cock. "Jack it for me, dude. My hands are getting tired."

John thought, `Fuck! I'm holding a Black cock! It sort of looks like a horse cock!' Of course, his hand barely got two-thirds' the way around the shaft of the mega-cock. His hand looked so white against the dark Black cock, and that's when John gasped as Dylan's wet finger entered his rosebud. His head fell limply against Darnell's pec, with the surprise entrance of Dylan's finger, and Darnell's huge hand that had been rubbing the boy's back came up and grabbed the back of John's blonde head like a basketball and held it against his nipple. "Suck my nipple, White boy. Jack that fucking cock. Your hand feels so good, baby." As if in a trance, the farm boy-jock opened his mouth, and his tongue licked across the brown nipple. Something in the back of his head told him this was so gay, but the dude's scent forced John to dismiss the thought and suck the nipple. The hand on the back of his head felt bigger than his head, and he kind of liked its commanding feeling. John licked and sucked the nipple, and soon the big hand was petting his soft hair. "Oh, yeah, suck that titty, White boy... You've got such pretty hair, boy..." Jon liked the praise, as he licked his way over to nurse from the other nipple.

After a few minutes on that tit--with Dylan's finger fucking his rosebud--John felt both huge Black hands on his head, pushing it down to the kinky black pubes below. "Lick, boy." John inhaled the Black musk, and his long, pink tongue began lapping through the pubes. John had never even jacked-off thinking about dudes--never. It was something about being in this small environment with two of the biggest cocks he'd ever seen--Chase and Darnell's. John's subconscious told him--as someone with a much smaller cock--he should honor the huge cocks. As the big hands placed is head on the mighty, Black cock, John's tongue came out to lick another dude's cum for the first time in his young life. The big hands released their hold, with only one Black hand petting the pretty blonde boy's hair. John moaned, licking the sweet tasting, Black dude's cum. He found he fucking loved it! "Try putting it in yo mouth, pretty girl," Darnell whispered down to John, and thinking it was the right thing to do for much bigger cock, John's mouth stretched as wide as it could, taking in the cockhead and sucking the sweet goo from its fountain.

Chase watched the scene, and with Dylan's incredible pussy sucking and squeezing his cock, Chase lost it, dumping load after load of his rich, white cum into Dylan's hungry pussy. Feeling his friend's hot seed shooting inside him, Dylan, too, shot load after load of his Italian seed across the toilet seat on which he was bent over. Chase pulled his cock out and watched as thick, white globs of cum fell out of Dylan's ass and down his muscular legs.

"Nigga, what you takin'..." Deshawn's voice trailed off, seeing Chase and Darnell's heads in the same stall and smelling invisible clouds of boy sex in the air. Chase had just put on his coat and was throwing his backpack on when Deshawn approached the stall door. As Chase went to slip through, Deshawn grabbed the top part of Chase's coat, saying, "Where you goin', White boy??"

Chase pushed Deshawn roughly, throwing his back into the wall of stalls across the aisle. "Get the fuck away from me," Chase growled.

Darnell looked at his friend, laughing, "Nah, nigga, he ain't be the fag. These two is. Get yo ass in here."

Chase walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway. By the time he walked out of the Engineering building, he was laughing out loud. Having stripped his best friend of his virginity and fully turned him out, he'd left Dylan to fend for himself amongst the wolves. It would be an hour and a half, before John and Dylan left the building, and both would be walking and sitting with great difficulty for several days.

 

End -- Chapter 18