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); Starting 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 Harris

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 Dreyer

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

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

Colin Miller

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

University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball

Matt Jensen

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

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

Luke Jost

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

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

Ryan Cook

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 d'Abaco

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 James

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 Alexander

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

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

Chris Flynn

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

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

Tyler Harmon

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

High School Football (RB) & Baseball

Dave Lembi

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

High School Football & Baseball

Tyrese Lundsford

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 Ramsey

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

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

Deshawn Davis

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

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

Trevon Whiteley

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

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

Jonah Erickson

Caucasian; Age 18; Curly, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.

University Freshman; High School Basketball & Baseball

Officer Trey Douglas

African-American; Age 23; Short-fade, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs. Lives with one of his baby-mommas with whom he has one child and another on the way. Has another baby-momma with whom he has one child.

Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

Officer Akihiro Takahashi

Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs. Married, with two children.

Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

Officer Justin O'Hare

Irish-American descent; 23; Crew-cut, medium red hair; Pale blue eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs. Married to Kristi and expecting their first child.

Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

Jeff Sorenson

Caucasian; 33; Slicked-back, blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Married, with a two-year old girl and a 5-year-old boy.

Attorney at the law firm representing the business interests of Kevin Striklin's father

Wade Johansen

Caucasian; 31; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs and a thick, 5" beard; Dark brown eyes; 6' 4"; 215 lbs.; Heavily muscled. Married and divorced three times, with (at least) five children (of which he's aware).

Convicted felon: Aggravated rape, Statutory rape, Armed robbery, Possession and sale of Class 2 and 3 drugs

Brendan Penner

Caucasian; 22; Straight, light-brown hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 200 lbs.

University Senior; WR -- University Football team

Trent Lockridge

Caucasian; 21; Blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 190 lbs.

University Junior; Backup QB -- University Football team

Zach Lembi

Caucasian; 18; Long, light-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs.

University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIKE); High School Football & Baseball; Younger brother of Dave Lembi (from Jon Swenson's hometown)

Logan Johansen

Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 3"; 200 lbs.; Heavily muscled.

University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIKE); Wrestler -- University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen







Chapter 24


Freshman Logan Johansen was an 18-year-old Pledge at PIKE, living in the house--a `local' (as they say), having grown up in the university town. When he was born, it would've shocked anyone who knew the `family' to be told the boy would graduate high school, let alone attend college. (I say `family', as his parents were never married, and his father was rarely around--spending much of his time in the penitentiary or drunk in a ditch. His mother was an alcoholic and a part-time prostitute--trying to scrounge enough money for vodka and Spaghetti-O's. She had eight children, the youngest of which was Logan. The eight children were actually the product of three men (or four, if you believed the rumor). Of the eight children, Logan had a much older full-sister and full-brother--15 and 13 years older, respectively. All the others--those older and scattered between--were the products of other fathers.

Logan's older brother, Wade, was currently in the County Jail, awaiting sentencing for his convictions on one count of armed robbery and two counts of aggravated rape. Wade was on his way to the pen, just like his father. Logan looked like a younger copy of his older brother, Wade--being just a bit shorter, less heavily muscled, and, of course, minus the thick, 5" beard. Other than these little details, the two could've been twins ... which brings me to the foul rumor... Supposedly, two of the sisters--one of which being Logan's oldest full-sister--claimed their then-12- and 13-year-old brother, Wade, regularly fucked his own mother over a two-year-period--a period when the mother actually managed to hold a job cleaning offices (instead of prostituting herself) ...and (critically) a time Logan's dad spent his nights sleeping in the State penitentiary. Perhaps that's the reason, over the years, Logan loved and looked-up to his `big brother' so much.

It's also true that Wade spent an awful lot of quality time with the boy over the years--beginning when Logan was a baby, feeding him and changing his diapers. Wade was so proud of his baby `brother'! He even took the toddler with him into the bars, sitting him up on the bar, showing him off. Wade's favorite hangout then even kept a carton of half-and-half on hand for little Logan. Many an evening the toddler stared with a screwed-up face, watching his brother bounce up-and-down on some chick in the backroom--with no clothes on--wondering what was happening. This sort of thing carried-on when Logan was 4...and 5...and 8. (You get the picture.) His `big brother' even used to encourage Logan to rub his little hands on his bare butt as it went up-and-down on top of the girl below, telling the little boy how good his hands felt. By the time Logan was 6--and principally because their mother was AWOL--his `big brother' brought Logan along with him when he went to visit his various girls and baby-mommas, teaching the little boy to eat the thick, gooey stuff from between a girl's legs after Wade had finished going up-and-down on her. Wade told little Logan the stuff was like Popeye's spinach--it would make him grow up to be big and strong like he was. Little Logan didn't mind the stuff, though he didn't like it when the girl's hairs came loose inside his little mouth. Logan remembers one time when he started to do that with a new girl, she pushed him away, yelling at him, but his `big brother' beat the girl up so he could feed.

By the time Logan was 9, his `big brother' would occasionally take him to public playgrounds, where Wade would point out boys or girls Logan's age and encourage him to go make friends. Then later, after Logan had made friends with the new person, Wade would take them back to the tiny, filthy room he rented in a rundown, squalid residence hotel in the city's skid row neighborhood, where his `big brother' fed them ice cream ...and taught his knew friend lessons about the body. This is where the 9-year-old first learned to `help' his `big brother' by suckling the end of his huge dick. It was also the location where his `big brother' showed a good-looking 12-year-old boy how to stick his dick inside Logan's little butthole and bounce up-and-down on top of him. Of course, afterward, the 12-year-old was forced to eat the white stuff from Logan's little hole--often crying, while his `big brother' bounced up-and-down on top of the 12-year-old.

When Logan was two-years-old, he became an `uncle', and when he was 12, his `niece' was the first girl he fucked and came inside--under the direction of his `big brother' and the girl who filmed them. The pretty cinematographer was his `big brother's' new, 15-year-old girlfriend--which resulted in Wade's first stint in the pen for statutory rape. (Lucky for him the police knew nothing about the camcorder and tapes.)

You would think all these experiences would produce a pretty fucked-up kid ...and you would be correct. Although Logan looked identical to his `big brother', somehow, someway, he lucked-out on the brains-side of the equation ...which made him even more dangerous, at times. Logan was always the tallest and strongest boy in his class, and when he hit puberty at 12, he grew even taller, while his shoulders broadened and his body filled-out with well-defined muscles. By age 13, Logan had become quite a stud--every bit as handsome as his `big brother', having the same thick, straight, dark-auburn hair and deep brown eyes. Many-a-girl--older and younger--wet their panties over Logan Johansen--the young, handsome Viking-stud. Naturally, with hormones racing and his premature exposure to sex, Logan took full advantage of these girls ...and not a just a few, young, confused straight boys.

Fortune--and great sadness--came to Logan just before his 13th birthday, when the police locked-up his hero and `big brother', removing an extremely negative influence from his life but devasting young Logan. At the same time, the courts removed Logan from his family, banning contact and placing him in foster care with his new family--the high school wrestling coach, his wife, and their biological children--two horny, big-breasted teenage daughters and one easily-manipulated, round-bottomed jock-boy a year older than Logan. These, however, are stories for another time.

Due to the positive, loving parenting by his foster parents, by the time Logan entered high school the next year, the young stud was ready for football and wrestling--sports at which Logan excelled. What's more, his grades sky-rocketed, making the Honor Roll every quarter of his high school career and culminating with his graduating as Class Salutatorian--academically second in his class. All this improvement and success occurred despite letters from his `big brother' secreted to Logan via his various baby-mommas--letters detailing his latest `prison conquests' and photos of Wade taken by his baby-mommas during their visits to the pen. While Logan was eternally grateful for and dearly loved his foster family--some perhaps a little too much--he also longed for and dearly loved his `big brother', secreting his own letters and photos over the years via Wade's baby-mommas, including certain `requested' pics, such as those of his big, 12" Viking-cock. Logan was so secretly enamored with Wade had his hair cut the same way--short but with long, shaggy bangs. At any rate, thanks to his terrific foster parents, academic record, and his State wrestling championships, Logan earned a full-ride scholarship to the university and, pledging PIKE, the young, handsome, Viking-stud was now Luke Jost's `Little Brother'.




Logan was legally an adult at 18, but he kept his contact with his `big brother' secret. He loved his foster parents so much he didn't want to hurt their feelings. And, of course, he kept anything about his biological family a closely guarded secret, referring only to his foster family as his biological family. For all his success, however, there was another side to the young Viking-stud--a wild, devious side. In addition to his straight, jock-boy, foster brother, Logan had turned-out and humiliated a number of straight boys--older and younger--all done very quietly. This activity wasn't limited to boys; the sexy stud had likewise turned several girls into addicts for his cock, including his oldest foster sister, four years older than Logan--a college girl who couldn't ride the then-14-year-old's cock often enough. (Naturally, he manipulated his then-15-year-old, jock-boy, foster brother to eat his sister's pussy afterward.) With his flawlessly handsome face and incredible body, Logan could get anyone to anything for him ...and he knew it.

Luke liked his young pledge son, but he could see from certain behaviors and things said that Logan had a wild side. For example, Matt was a Junior and a superstar wrestler on the team with Logan, but the Freshman wrestled in a higher weight class and seemed to tower over Matt. Logan had 2" of height and 30 lbs of solid muscle on the blonde-haired, blue-eyed All-American boy. At frat meetings, keggers, and the like, whenever Luke noticed his pledge son interacting with Matt--an Active, two years older than Logan--instead of deferring to Matt, the Viking-stud seemed to control their conversation and sort of dominate the older boy--even going so far as keeping his big hand resting low on the small of Matt's back, rubbing circles. While seeming to enjoy Logan's company, Matt seemed oblivious to the Freshman's actions ...and, of course, Matt was... well... less than a stellar student (leaving him open to manipulation).

All this convinced Luke--regarding his bet with Kevin--that one of his choices should be his pledge son, Logan. Luke didn't care whether or not Taylor fell for the bait: the important thing was he suck any cock other than shit-for-brains Kevin. Even if Taylor sucked one of the other bros first, Luke would rather have to do a mutual jerk-off with Kevin on the lawn at the Kappa house than to have to put another dude's cock in his mouth. Luke was pretty sure Taylor would go for him, considering how much he enjoyed the fuck Luke threw him and considering his cock was bigger than Kevin's ...but you never know with faggots. They were lower than $2 whores to Luke's thinking.

One of the rules of the bet was that Luke wasn't to share Taylor's butt-sex orientation with the two bros he chose, but he thought, `Fuck that!!! Better stack the deck than suck Kevin's dick'. That Luke was outing the fag mattered nothing at all to him. Surely, Kevin realized Luke would give his bro-picks the head's-up that Taylor liked the D, and, if so, Kevin really thought a lot of himself, thinking Taylor would pick him over three other, hot, frat bros! Of course, this made sense, considering Kevin's arrogance.

Everyone has different `types' to whom they're attracted, Luke strategized. Kevin has black hair, Logan has dark auburn-brown hair, he has curly, light-brown hair ... so Luke reasoned he'd better pick a buff, blonde frat bro. Jon came to Luke's mind first, but he'd been AWOL for the past four weeks. Then he remembered his pledge son's buddy--another pledge, named Zach Lembi. Yeah, that dude was most certainly blonde...and buff. Luke chuckled to himself, thinking if you put a surf board under his arm, the kid would look like he came straight off Malibu beach, having long, blonde hair just past his shoulders. Luke texted his pledge son, ordering him to get Zach and come to his room at 6 p.m. Now, he'd be ready for tomorrow night! ...and Luke prayed he'd soon have his big, ole 11" cock shoved down Kevin's big mouth--choking him to death! In fact, he was hard now just thinking about it.




At 5:55 p.m., the boys knocked on Luke's door and, hearing a `come in', they entered. Sprawled on his sofa, the big, sexy ex-football player watched the young studs come in--his boy, Logan, holding the door open for Zach to enter first. (How gentlemanly.) Being an arrogant Senior, Luke intended for the lowly pledges to stand, and observing the boys, Luke thought to himself, `I've got this nailed. If I were a fag, I'd definitely go for one of these two.' Luke shook his head, trying to get the image out of his mind.

The two boys stood casually in front of Luke, wondering the purpose of their summons...this time. As always, his pledge son seemed to tower over and dominate his blonde friend, Zach. Logan was definitely the leader of the two, which wasn't surprising, considering that--like Matt--Zach didn't seem to be the sharpest pencil in the drawer, getting his share of C's thus far this year.

With his heavy arm around his friend's neck, Logan asked with interest, "What's up this time, boss?"

Luke chuckled, "Well, I don't know how to begin... You know Kevin Striklin, of course, and therefore, you know what an arrogant cunt he is."

Logan laughed, "Yeah, he had me kiss his bare ass in front of some Kappa girls at a kegger last fall."

"Sounds like him," Luke continued, "I hope you bit it."

"No, I did him one better! I grabbed a hold of his hips and licked and kissed that butt cheek, moaning on it like it was the hottest, fuckin' babe on campus! You should've seen how red he got in front of those girls when he got a hard-on! Didn't he, Zach?? I wouldn't let go of his hips, letting the Kappa chicks see his hard cock, and they made fun of him!"

The three boys laughed, with Luke continuing, "Good for you!! I love it! ... Well, you know the `cock-of-the-walk', big football star, Taylor Harris... Boys, I'm gonna tell you a secret, and if you tell anyone else, I'll fuckin' blackball you. Got it?? If I so much as hear a hint around PIKE about what I'm about to tell you, I promise I'll blackball you, and you won't become a PIKE. So you have to swear you'll keep this secret." With both boys sworn to secrecy, Luke went on, "Our big `cock-of-the-walk' is nothing but a cocksucking faggot. In fact, he's even spun on the end of my cock like a bitch in-heat." The shocked faces of the two boys were hysterical, making Luke convulse with laughter. "You two need to work on your poker faces, man! You're too much! ... So anyway, apparently, Kevin's fucked his ass too, and being the arrogant sonofabitch he is, he made a little bet with me. He thinks Taylor prefers his tiny dick over mine, and he's proposed a contest `of sorts'. Tomorrow night, at 7:00 p.m., you, I, cunt Kevin, and faggot Taylor will all be here watching the game--have some drinks, smoke some pot. Then afterwards, I'll suggest we watch a little porn. We'll all pull our cocks out, beat off, and see if Taylor takes the bait! If he sucks you or I, I win, and he if chows-down on the cunt, well...I lose ...and I don't like losing. Naturally, I'd prefer Taylor swallows my big-boy first, but I need you two to try luring the fag to your cocks as well ...ANYTHING to keep him off Striklin's cock, got it?! ...ANYTHING! Now, here's the other thing... and this is important, so listen-up! You can't act like you know Taylor's a faggot, and you can't let Kevin know you have any idea Taylor's a cocksucker. Got it??"

"What happens if you lose?" Logan asked.

"I'm not sayin'," Luke replied. "You just need to look as appealing a meal as possible to Taylor, understand? And hey, if we win, you'll get a blow job from the `cock-of-the-walk' tomorrow night! Because, even if he chows on mine first, I'll force him to suck yours too! ...but we all know faggots...once they're on their knees, they'll suck any cock, even a dog's!"

The boys laughed, with Zach making a disgusted look, followed by, "Yuck, dude! I'm gonna lose my dinner!"

Logan looked cocky, repeating, "I'd still like to know what happens if you lose..."

"Don't mouth-off to me, boy!" Luke snapped. Deciding to lie, the ex-football player added, "Okay, I have to jack Kevin off on the lawn of the Kappa house." With both boys laughing hysterically, Luke blushed, disgusted he'd even made the bet with Kevin in the first place. "And one more thing... You two need to find two armchairs for yourselves. The whole evening, the cocksucker will be sitting between Kevin and I on the sofa. You are only allowed to sit in the armchairs."

"Where will we get the armchairs," Zach asked.

Luke raised his voice, exercising his frat seniority, "That's up to you to figure out!" Softening his voice upon seeing the blonde blush, Luke offered, "Here's Matt's cell. Text him. He's got two in his room down the hall. AGAIN, all this is a secret. I mean... you can say you're watching a game in my room, BUT NOTHING ABOUT TAYLOR OR THE BET! Got it?? Have the chairs in here ahead of time, so be here by 6:50 p.m. Don't be late. You're dismissed!"

The boys both answered, `yes sir' and began walking out--again, with Logan holding the door for Zach. Luke noticed one other detail... Just as with Matt, Logan was guiding Zach out the door with his hand on the lower small of the blonde boy's back--just on top of the boy's bubble butt. As Logan started out the door himself, Luke stopped him, "Oh, yeah... A quick word, Logan."

The handsome, Viking stud-boy strutted back. "What is it, boss?"

"I wanna make sure Taylor takes out bait. Do you think you could find some E or G before tomorrow night?"

Logan just winked at Luke and walked out. Luke was pleased with his pledge son.




Two days before Luke talked to his boys, Kevin had had himself a day--a day he'd not envisioned prior to making the bet with Luke. Monday had been sunny and a bit warmer, and the cold air on the walk from the Physics Library to Ryan's room had woken Kevin from his `lust-haze'. Along the short three-block walk, the big football players asked Kevin a little about himself, and, learning he was a PIKE, Brendan asked if Kevin knew Brad ...and that's when Kevin learned the two big studs weren't Grad students but, rather, football players. So by the time Ryan stuck his key in his door's lock, Kevin was having second thoughts. Not only was he not gay--or so he kept telling himself--he was also a `top'. Kevin didn't understand what had come over him at the library. In addition, there was no way in hell he'd risk word getting back to Brad that he'd done anything gay. So when Ryan pulled his keys out, Kevin turned to the big studs and began backpedaling. "Um-m-m... You know, I'm not so sure about this... I mean..."

Trent interrupted the raven-haired Adonis, pushing Kevin up against the wall with his broad chest, grabbing handfuls of his big, hard butt cheeks. With his lips brushing the crook of Kevin's neck, Trent's deep bass purred, "What don't you know about, babe? Huh?" Feeling the blonde stud's hot breath and flicking tongue on his neck, Kevin felt himself turning to putty--his breath was ragged, and his eyes began rolling in his head. "My pretty girl's not a virgin, is she?" One of Trent's hands slid onto the seam of Kevin's jeans separating those incredible glutes and began prodding and rubbing the black-haired beauty's crack. Kevin wrapped his arms around Trent's back for balance, and that's when the 6' 4" stud grabbed the back of Kevin's thighs, hoisting him up and carrying him through the open door into Ryan's room. As Brendan was already busy manhandling Ryan, Trent kicked the door shut behind him and carried Kevin to the bed, dropping on one side then yanking the `not-gay' boy's backpack off, getting him comfortable.

By the time Trent stripped off his coat, Kevin was trying to sit up--again beginning to backpedal. "It's not that you're not good-looking..."

Trent was having none of it, unzipping Kevin's coat and roughly pulling it off, before climbing on the bed and on top of Kevin. The blonde stud's hands were everywhere, and his lips were at Kevin's ear, "Is my little baby a virgin?"

Kevin lied, thinking he might get clemency from the hard cock rubbing against his own. "Yeah.... Please, please, I'm sorry, dude, I..."

"Don't worry, baby. I'm an expert at pickin' cherries." Before Kevin could respond, Trent's hot mouth was over his own--his long tongue searching Kevin's wet mouth. The raven-haired Adonis had taunted others with his hot body and beautiful face--Brad, for example--but it looked like this time he'd let things go too far, being manhandled like a ragdoll now. While Kevin was a muscular fighter, Trent was a cut above him--larger and even more muscled. It was a useless struggle, Kevin realized. His only hope was to make a run for it when Trent got undressed.

Trent was just as talented a kisser as Kevin, however, and as the blonde, football player's long tongue made love to Kevin's, the Adonis' mind and resistance began turning to mush--his own desire boiling. Without Kevin realizing it fully, his tongue returned the heated love-making, while his hands rubbed Trent's broad, muscular back.

Manhandling Ryan was child's play for Brendan, and while Trent and Kevin were still making out on one side of the bed, the other two were already naked, with Brendan standing at the side of the bed and Ryan on his knees on the bed, lapping and sucking Brendan's flat, brown nipples. With 5" and 40 lbs. on the handsome, light-auburn haired boy, Brendan looked like a giant standing over Ryan--his big hands roaming the boy's back. "Oh, yeah, you're a hungry thing, aren't you? ... Yeah, suck my tits, boy... That's it... Yeah, you're more muscular than I thought you'd be. You must work-out quite a bit.... I like that..." From behind, Ryan's perfectly round, globes looked amazingly hot, high, and tight, and Brendan's big wide receiver hands soon had a handful of each--squeezing and groping the hard glutes. "You got any lube, boy?"

Ryan reluctantly pulled off the big stud's muscular pecs to fetch the bottle from the closet. He liked these dudes--he liked them a lot. They seemed comfortable in their sexuality and easy-going, and, in fact, they were. Brad had treated him like total shit and Chase, even worse. Until four weeks ago, Ryan was a different person, having grown-up in a small town. While gifted intellectually, he wasn't `worldly'. Ryan was an honest, trusting soul, raised in a financially comfortable, religious, civic-oriented family. Ryan wanted to give of himself completely to someone, and until Brad used him four weeks ago, he always imagined that `someone' to be a girl, however, the night with Brad turned all that on its head. Ryan tried fighting these desires on-and-off over the past month, and with Chase being so mean to him, it was easy. In the week following the Chase's arrest, no matter how hard he fought it, all Ryan's thoughts seemed centered cock--Jon's cock, Matt's cock, Chase's cock, the dude in the bookstore's cock, the stud on the sidewalk's cock... The boy even dreamt of cock--all night long--and he'd walked around depressed. Kevin and these dudes, though...they were a different breed, having a raw, animalistic sensuality that sparked a fire within him, and Ryan wanted these men inside him...more than anything.

Trent's fingers soon had Kevin's belt open and jeans unbuttoned--kissing the hot stud the whole time. The blonde football player climbed off Kevin, untying his shoes and pulling them off. All the while Kevin's mind was confused and panicking: Kevin knew if he didn't forcibly stop Trent, he'd be crossing a line. Having told himself so many times the night with Taylor never happened, he'd begun to believe it was his imagination. Yet, there was such a raw, animalistic quality about Trent that seemed to make him an equal to Kevin--something that, in the chaos in his mind at the moment, seemed to `minimize' the consequences of what might happen. His jeans yanked down his legs, and in seconds he was flipped on his stomach--his white briefs pulled over his magnificent butt and down his legs. It all happened so quickly--all during the chaotic debate in Kevin's mind.

Trent climbed between Kevin's long legs--his big hands grabbing the amazing, awesome glutes and his mouth covering Kevin's cunt. Lights went off in Kevin's brain, and he moaned and clutched the bedding in his fists. Trent knew what he was doing, being a pussy eater since age 14, eating a 16-year-old cheerleader in her bedroom while her parents were still at work. Yeah, Trent knew pussy, and he could eat it all day long... Kevin clutched the bed pillow under his chest, moaning into the bedding trying to drown the sound from his own ears--spreading his legs--like a fucking sorority girl. Trent pulled the pink, little hole open, moaning into the cunt, sliding his tongue inside the warm hole.

"How's that cunt, bro?" Brendan asked.

Trent was fuckin' in love with Kevin's sweet pussy--its pheromones drugging Trent's senses. Turning his face a fraction from the hole, he mumbled, "Best fuckin' pussy ever, dude...," sliding his mouth back on the man-cunt, sucking it.

Brendan shook his head, chuckling at his buddy. He positioned Ryan alongside Kevin but in the opposite direction, his head laying at the foot of the bed, on his knees--face down, ass up--his hard, round glutes fueling Brendan's desire. The hot, wide receiver climbed on the bed behind Ryan, spreading the boy's knees further apart, grabbing a big, hard glute in each hand, and lowering his handsome face to the boy's pink rosebud. Brendan drew his fat tongue across the tiny boy-cunt, eliciting a cross between a whimper and a whine from Ryan, whose right hand clutched at his bedding, while his left hand wrapped itself around Trent's fat, 10" cock, jacking it.

Feeling the hand on his cock, Trent raised up to see what was going on. He climbed off the bed, chuckling. "Just a second, pretty boy..." Then he walked around, ordering Kevin, "Up... Come on, up on your knees. Let's get that shirt off you. We've gotta see those pretty, little tits I saw in the library, babe." Kevin groaned--deprived of the hot, probing tongue inside his boy-cunt--and sat up on his knees. Unbuttoning his shirt, Trent deep base voice seductively whispered, "Feel my cock, stud..." Kevin wrapped his left hand around it, his breathing, erratic. "Gonna fuckin' breed you like a mare, boy... There are them little titties..." Having Kevin's shirt off, Trent's hot, wet mouth covered and sucked one of Kevin's flat, pink tits--his strong arms wrapping around the Adonis--one hand flat against the middle of Kevin's back, the other on top of his big glutes--its fingers sliding inside the tight valley, searching. Kevin was gone. Moaning, he ran his fingers through the blonde hair over his tit and roamed the dude's broad back. It looked like Kevin had finally pushed things too far. These dudes were Kevin on steroids.

Brendan already had one of his long, thick, wide receiver fingers pushing lube deep inside Ryan's cunt, leaving the boy moaning like a deer in rut. He slid a second one in next to the first, stretching the tiny hole as he spread the fingers apart. Brendan milked Ryan's thick, 7.5" cock with his free hand, before pulling the boy flat on the bed, on his side facing Kevin. With Kevin stripped and on his knees and forearms, Brendan knocked the pillow under Kevin's chest to the floor. Then he pulled Ryan up higher on the bed, grabbing the boy's hard cock and rubbing its gooey head across Kevin's lips. With Trent's lubed finger fucking his prostrate, Kevin closed his eyes and took the hard cock in his mouth, sucking its cummy head.

Brendan slid back up behind Ryan, his sweaty, lightly-furry chest pasting itself to the boy's smooth, cool back. Holding Ryan's leg up, Brendan's meaty cockhead pushed against Ryan's lubed cunt ... and slowly...very slowly, the hard cock eventually squeezed its way inside the warm, hungry hole. Ryan groaned in pain--the cock being thicker than Chase's. At first, he thought it was surely ripping his anus, as it most certainly felt like that. With the tight anus wrapped around the first 4" of his giant cock, Brendan cooed in Ryan's ear, licking and prodding it, "Oh, young stud, your cunt feels so fuckin' good!" Brendan ran his nose through the light-auburn hair, smelling Ryan. "Such beautiful hair, boy... You smell so nice... Oh, fuck, your cunt is squeezing my cock to hard, angel... I'm gonna have to visit you daily! ...get more of this fine pussy... You let me come see you daily, stud?? ...tap this fine cunt??"

With Kevin's nose in his pale pubes and his tongue rubbing the underside of his cock, Ryan moaned, "Oh, fuck, you can move-in here!"

"I just might, stud..." Brendan panted, shoving the entirety of his big cock inside the tight cunt--his brown pubes smashed against the smooth, pale glutes. Ryan screamed in pain, and the football player held still, whispering in his ear. "Sh-h-h, it's okay, Ry... I'll keep it still for a while. Sh-h-h, don't cry, baby... I'm gonna treat you right... I'll be still now..." Ryan sobbed with the pain, yet with the big dude whispering in his ear and his hand rubbing his chest, the boy felt safe.

Kevin was all-about Ryan's straight, beautiful cock. Rubbing the boy's balls, he bobbed all the way up-and-down on the meat, twisting his head crazed by its sweet precum. When Ryan momentarily lost his erection with the giant cock shoved in his hole, Kevin sucked and licked the boy's perfect nuts and rubbed his handsome face through the pale pubes, marking himself with the boy.

With Kevin's ass in the air and his knees spread, Trent was about to turn the Adonis into a whimpering cock-whore. Thinking Kevin a virgin, the blonde football player shoved a large amount of lube inside the boy's pussy and coated his hard, 10" cock with a thick layer of the stuff before lining it up to its target. With one swift shove, Trent's cock slammed all the way inside Kevin--his soft, blonde pubes pressed against the smooth, hard globes.

Kevin gasped for air--the log inside his ass knocking the wind out of him, but oddly, he didn't' scream or necessarily feel pain. Trent massaged the small of Kevin's back, holding still for a bit to let the stud adjust to the big cock housed in his new cunt. "You alright there, cowboy?" Kevin's face fell down on Ryan's pale, muscular thigh--his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at the tiny, almost invisible hairs on the boy's skin. His right hand balled a blanket into his fist, as a saliva escaped his and trickled over the Ryan's thigh. Sometimes, you think of the goddamnedest things, when your life flashes before your eyes. Kevin wanted Jon all along--since he'd first seen him at Rush their Freshman year. Oh, how beautiful Jon was, he remembered, with all that white-blonde hair. Kevin had hate-fucked all those Kappas, because Jon was fucking Tess, a Kappa--he didn't give a shit about any of those girls: it was Jon he wanted. When Kevin heard Jon and Brad having sex through Jon's door, Kevin was hurt and angry, believing Jon had chosen Brad over himself. Kevin knew he never deserved Jon--had never been worthy of the boy--for if he had, he would never have treated Jon as he had ...and now, Kevin really cried hugging Ryan's thigh like a teddy bear--his tears and snot running through the fine hairs on the boy's skin. His knees slipped, and Kevin laid flat on his stomach--his legs spread, with a huge cock up his beautiful, plump ass.

Of course, Trent came down on top of him and believed Kevin cried from the pain. The blonde football player kissed his bare shoulders, whispering and cooing in the Adonis' ear trying to soothe him. "Sh-h-h... I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have shoved the whole thing in at once ... It's just that you're so fucking hot, dude, that I lost my head. We'll lay still a while, and you'll get used to it, I promise." Trent wrapped his arms around Kevin, hugging him, kissing his neck and shoulders. "It'll be okay, I promise. Sh-h-h..."

When Kevin gained his composure, sniveling and wiping his face, he solemnly uttered three words, "Just fuck me," followed by three more, said in the same monotone voice, "Fuck me hard."

"Yeah??" Trent asked. Kevin nodded, staring at Ryan's thigh. Trent didn't have to be told again, finding Kevin to be one hot, fucking dude. The blonde, backup quarterback reared his own hard, round butt, slowly dragging his huge cock back across the top of the hard nut inside Kevin's cunt. The beautiful Adonis held his breath, exhaling slowly. As Trent drove his meat slowly back in the second time, Kevin held his breath again, exhaling when he felt the soft, blonde pubes against his butt. Trent repeated this action over-and-over, very slowly picking up speed, listening as Kevin's breathing turned into pants. Kevin loved the blonde's furry chest against his back, the dude's hairy, masculine thighs and legs against his own, spreading open his cunt. Trent lifted himself up, grabbed the bed pillow from the floor, and lifted Kevin's waist. The raven-haired stud's cock was thick and hard, as he shoved the pillow underneath. Kevin raised himself on his forearms again and looked lovingly at Ryan's perfect cock, before parting his lips and sliding them over its head.

Ryan's cock was hard and thick again. His tears had dried on his pale cheeks, and sweat beaded on his forehead, matting his light-auburn bangs. With Brendan holding his leg high, the football jock was now ploughing Ryan's tight pussy at a good clip, as he licked and sucked the boy's delicate neck. With the huge meat fucking across the top of the hard nut deep inside him, Ryan's grunts turned to groans. "You gonna let me hit this anytime I want?" Brendan whispered over Ryan's ear. Dazed, Ryan merely nodded. "You're tighter than any bitch I ever fucked... I may move in here, so I can fuck ya six times a day. You like that?" This time, Ryan nodded more, moaning as the huge cock fucked across his nut. His eyes rolled in his head, as drool made the blanket under his mouth wet. The breathy voice in his ear whispered, "You're so fuckin' hot, dude, you know it?" Ryan shook his head `no'. "You are, dude... You're so awesome hot..." Ryan closed his eyes, shaking his head again.

Between the big cock fucking his prostrate and Kevin's crazed blow job, Ryan didn't know how much more he could take. When Brendan began on his neck again, Ryan's circuits shorted, his balls tightened, and thick, white cum surged through his cock, hitting the walls of Kevin's esophagus. Hungry for the taste of cum in his mouth--anyone's cum, as Kevin knew he wasn't worthy of anyone in particular--he pulled back on Ryan's cock, letting it fill his mouth to overflowing. Ryan's sweet cunt spasmed like crazy around Brendan's huge, thick cock--milking it as no cunt or ass had before--causing the big football's balls to tighten in his scrotum and begin firing volley after volley of his stud cream inside the sweet boy. Ryan's tiny cunt could only hold so much, and Brendan's brown's pubes were quickly plastered in his own, white cum. As Brendan slowly came down--still catching his breath--he lowered Ryan's leg and turned him on his back so he could kiss the boy's hot, wet mouth and purr in his ear. As Ryan stared into the handsome face above him, he prayed things would be different this time.

Similarly, Kevin was loving the fuck hot Trent was throwing him. When the dude told him not to worry, that he knew what he was doing, Trent wasn't lying. Kevin loved the feel of the man on top of him, and he hooked his ankles over Trent's, rubbing their hairy calves against each other. Trent laid his chin on Kevin's shoulder, watching the handsome Adonis licking the cum from Ryan's light-colored pubes. Kevin moaned into the pubes, arching his back and pushing back on the thrusting cock. He was nothing but a bitch, Kevin thought of himself. He might as well act like the scum he was. "Yeah, you like that cum, dude?" Trent asked. Kevin moaned back a breathy `yeah', so Trent reached over to his buddy's still-hard, cum-covered cock resting against Ryan's thigh, wrapped his big hand around it, and began jacking it. "Dude," he said to Brendan, "she's still hungry. Feed the bitch a load while I fuck her."

The hand jacking his cock was too much for any red-blooded man, and Brendan was no exception ...especially considering this was the first time his best friend had ever touched his cock. He kissed Ryan one more time and raised himself on his knees in front of the hungry stud. He balanced himself by locking his hands on Trent's shoulders, letting his good buddy continue handling his huge slab of cummy meat. As he raised his face from Ryan's pubes, Kevin's nose and the area around his mouth was covered with the boy's quickly drying cum. Kevin reached around, grabbing the backs of the sexy, wide receiver's thighs just above where his knees rested on the bed, and he held his wet, hungry mouth wide open for Trent to guide his buddy's huge cockhead inside. Trent was in his own world of ecstasy, having a very hard time believing that a dude with such a goddamned, talented cunt as Kevin's was a virgin. Its walls squeezed and rippled over this big cock, milking it like you'd milk a cow, and the dude's hard, smooth glutes were thrusting backward onto his blonde pubes as much as the other way around ...not to mention Kevin was moaning loudly now, crazed by cock. Trent's deep husky voice taunted Kevin, "Yeah, big, fuckin' cock for you in both holes, huh, baby? You like these cocks, huh? Huh, girl??" Kevin moaned louder, wanting nothing more than to be treated like a whore. "Yeah, jackin' your big, fuckin' cock, bro..."

Brendan was definitely turned-on again, watching Kevin swallow 4" of his 11" cock and Trent jacking the five-inch diameter base of his giant cock--his buddy's hand covered in Brendan's cum. Brendan massaged the blonde quarterback's shoulders, saying, "Feels so good, bro... You like jackin' my log?" A sly smile crept over Brendan's lips, but Trent was too busy staring at his cock and watching Kevin whore himself on it--bobbing and twisting.

"Yeah, I like jacking this big, ole horse cock, bro... Gotch `ur cum all over my hands, dude... Smells so fuckin' good... Look at her go, Brend... Look at her swallow that meat!" Trent exclaimed--his big, hard glutes really going to town on Kevin's perfect butt. "Oh, fuck, she's really milking me now, bro!"

"Yeah?? Well, her throat's really doing a number on my big cock too!" Brendan began fucking Kevin's hot, wet mouth faster now, pulling almost out, then shoving straight back in--each time getting just a little bit more of his meat inside the tight, squeezing throat. All the time, Kevin moaned around the cock, while being spit-roasted by the two football studs. With his hips flying back-and-forth so rapidly, Brendan's huge cock `accidentally' pulled all the way out and, on its inward push, slid right between the two faces, smearing saliva and precum across both Kevin and Trent's cheeks.

Both football players were naturally laid-back, and between the sweet shoulder massage Brendan was giving him and Kevin's highly talented cunt, Trent slurred out, "Whoa, dude! ... Awesome cock, bro!"

"Yeah??" Brendan shoved it all the way inside Kevin's wet, hungry mouth, pulling it all the way out, and shoving it all the way back inside. The light-brown haired, brown-eyed player looked down, watching the two boys, and repeated shoving in-and-out of Kevin's mouth, until Kevin's nose rested in his dense, brown pubes.

"Holy fuck, dude!! Look at her! ... Ah, fuck, I'm cumming!! Cumming inside your sweet pussy, pretty girl!! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Get you pregnant, bitch!! Yeah, fuckin' take my cum!!!" Trent felt the thick backflow slip out around his fat cock, saturating his thick, blonde pubes pressed tightly against Kevin's plump, round ass. Trent was high from the wild fuck--his big hand still wrapped around his best friend's huge cock--and it didn't even register when the humongous cock slid once again across his cheek, smearing slime across its handsome, Nordic features. The huge thing pulled back and plunged back inside Kevin's whoring throat, before once again pulling out and sliding back between the two faces. This time, though, Trent's handsome face was covered in his buddy's cummy, brown pubes, and Brendan's hand cupped the back of his head, holding there while he rotated his hips, grinding both boys' noses around in the sticky mess, marking his territory. With his mouth wide open, Trent licked his buddy's pubes, mumbling, "Awesome, dude..." The blonde football player was high on sex.

"Yeah?? You like that, bro?" Brendan taunted.

Trent licked his friend's cummy pubes again, muttering, "Fuck, yeah, dude..."

Brendan pulled back again and pushed the two, handsome studs' faces side-by-side, they he raised up, putting his huge balls at mouth-level. "Suck balls, boys..." and Trent and Kevin both began licking and sucking Brendan's big balls. When Brendan pulled back this time, he directed his cock right inside Trent's wet, open mouth, and when the huge, slimy cockhead filled it, it marked the first time in his 21 years, the blonde, pussy-fuckin', quarterback ever sucked cock ...and Trent did it with such urgency, closing his eyes, rolling his tongue around fat head, and swallowing its thick nectar. The deep base moan did not escape Brendan, as he ran his fingers through his buddy's soft, blonde hair. "You like my cock, bro??" The deep base voice moaned again, applying suction to pull more of his friend's sweet precum through the huge meat.

Brendan pulled his cock from the wet, sucking mouth and climbed off the bed, picking Ryan up and putting him in his armchair. Trent was confused and disoriented, as Brendan pulled him off Kevin and ordered the black-haired Adonis to lay across the top of the bed, parallel to its headboard. Trent lay on his stomach, as Brendan pulled him toward Kevin's hard, thick cock, pushing it inside his buddy's open mouth. "Suck on this, bro..." Then Brendan walked to the foot of the bed and climbed between the blonde football player's spread legs, pulling his hips up. "On your knees, bro..." Watching Trent suck Kevin's cock, Brendan lined his well-lubed cock to his best friend and football buddy's pink rosebud, huskily adding, "Been wanting to do this for a long time, bro..." With that, the stud slowly pressed his big meat inside Trent's no-longer-virgin hole--Trent arching his back, spreading his knees further apart, and moaning around Kevin's thick cock, willingly giving his flower to his bro.

To both Brendan and Trent, sex was sex--straight, gay, upside down...--it just didn't matter, as long as it was kept between the two...and whatever chicks or dudes they'd fucked together before. Really, it's surprising it had taken this long for the two finally fuck but fuck they did! ...with meaty, hair thighs and long legs all over each other ...and big, hard, round glutes pushing back and ploughing into each other... Ryan sat nude in his armchair, jacking his hard cock, watching the event, while Kevin soon pulled his big cock from Trent's sucking throat, painting the dude's flawless face with his thick, white cum. Crawling off the bed, exhausted, Kevin climbed onto the wide arm of Ryan's armchair, sitting next to the muscular, light-auburn haired stud-boy.

Without removing his cock, Brendan flipped his blonde friend over, spreading his hairy legs like a wishbone, and fucking him just like he'd do a chick. "Yeah, how you like it, bro??"

Trent moaned and answered, "So good, bro... it's so, fuckin' good..."

"Yeah?? Let's see if we can make it better..." Brendan laid down on top of Trent, resting on his forearms. Chest on chest, Brendan's light-brown hair matted with Trent's sweaty, blonde fur. Trent wrapped his long legs around his buddy's waist, hiking his ass up for the straight-on fuck by his friend's bull-cock. Brendan licked Kevin's thick, sticky cum from Trent's handsome face, and the two, big, macho, moaning studs made out, while Brendan's big, round, hard ass ploughed in-and-out of Trent's hole--stretched w-i-d-e-l-y around the huge, thick cock. Brendan's mouth slid down his friend's neck, licking and sucking the fuck out of it, as his pubic bone slammed hard against Trent's ass--the blonde football player grunting and moaning simultaneously with his heavily muscled arms wrapped around his buddy's head, holding it fast to his neck. Trapped between the two, big jocks, Trent's hard, 10" cock fired load-after-load of thick, white goo. Unable to go anywhere, it mixed with their sweat, forming a sticky seal between their chests. "Oh, yeah, bro! Making you cum! We're gonna have to do this more often, huh?? ... Dude, your cunt is squeezing the fuck outta my cock... Oh, fuck! Fuck!" With his bro's spasming cunt tightly squeezing and releasing his huge, 11" meat, Brendan began filling the inside of his football buddy's cunt with his own thick seed. "Filling you full of my cum, bro! Oh, fuck, dude! What a cunt you got, buddy!"

What I didn't mention earlier is that, when Kevin sat on the wide arm of Ryan's armchair, he actually began quietly crying, covering his face with his hands. Ryan pulled the big Adonis down into his lap, hugging him with his muscular arms, rubbing his smooth back. If Ryan didn't know any better, he thought Kevin must be having some sort of nervous breakdown ...which, I believe, he was. With Kevin's wet face in the crook of Ryan's neck, it was only Ryan who watched in awe as thick globs of white cum oozed out around the huge, glistening cock still pistoning in-and-out of Trent's stretched hole. In about 10 minutes when Brendan finally pulled out of his best friend's new cunt, Kevin willingly allowed Brendan to manhandle him, pushing his handsome face between Trent's long, meaty legs where he ate the football player's spent cum, while Brendan ate Kevin's cummy hole--deposits made by his bro.




Three days later, Kevin cried again--this time, against Taylor's chest, forewarning him about the wicked bet he'd made...


End -- Chapter 24