Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2021 15:44:04 -0400
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Little Stevie Part 2

In case you missed it or fell asleep at the end, Little Stevie stood five
feet, two inches. He had an awesome chest, bulked up arms and thick, stout
legs. He was lean and toned and covered in thick black hair. Except for his
upper shoulders, the middle of his back, and both sides, that is. I'm sure
you don't need me to draw you a map and say, Little Stevie is hot as fuck!

Following the Halloween party, an invitation came that he couldn't
refuse. It was to a mid-November, pre-Fall Break party. This time, guys
only. Now, the invite didn't say whether this was going to be straight
guys, gay guys, or a healthy mix of both, but Stevie accepted. I already
had my invite and I was going! I got there at about seven to scope the
place, even.

Two kegs in the kitchen sink, a fridge full of beer, a freezer full of ice,
and a table laid down with snacks told me, we were ready for a long
night. I was surprised not to see Chet but saw a guy I thought could have
been Batman. Even if he was wearing a tank top, I could see the same
sloping abs and little dusting of fur on his stomach. After a little
chatting, I found out the guys name was Dave and he was a fraternity member
and roommate to the house owner. I also found out, Dave swung all the way
around the baseball diamond -- boys, girls, men, women, and everything in
between was his flavor.

Music for the night was 90's pop and I was down for it. Guys all around the
place were down, too. They were all dancing and having a great time. Food
was good, the brew was better, and things were off to a real chill start.

Around nine, the front door opened and Little Stevie made a big entrance.

For this shindig, he wore clunky black boots with white socks pushed down
into them, a tight, white tank top, and a fucking kilt! His long, dark hair
was pulled back and twisted into a neat bun. He wore two leather gauntlets
on each wrist. The fucker knew just what he was doing, I'll give him
that. Right as he was walking in, two boys near the music station got
instant boners.

After some small talk and a few beers, Little Stevie gravitated to a
downstairs bedroom. Just like I knew they would, half the house crammed in
around the bed where he chose to lay down. I stood next to the nightstand
but didn't crowd the man.

"Show us your cock, man," one of the boys said.

"You guys know what's up," Stevie told them, crossing his legs at the
ankles. "I don't do nothing without some green in my man's hand."

I smiled, letting them know who "his man" was.

"Five bucks for you to lose the shirt," the same guy said.

"Ten," Stevie countered, sliding a hand under the hem.

The guy took a ten from a fold of cash in his pocket. "Twenty for the
kilt."

"Oh, no, boys. The kilt, socks, and boots stay on."

Anybody with any business savvy knew, Stevie had a plan. He knew he was the
commodity they all wanted a part of and he was going to make them get
creative about how they got it. Once the ten was passed over, he took off
the shirt. Lying back on the bed, he wadded it up and tucked it behind his
head. He then put both hands there, too, and flexed.

Thick tufts of underarm hair had trapped his manly stink, made stronger by
not wearing deodorant and taking a bath from the waist down. He sponged his
chest and face. This stink was strong, man! Strong enough that I smelled it
from six feet away. These frat boys were creaming their pants over it,
though! Two of them almost leapt on the bed after it.

"Fifteen for a pit," One said.

Another, clean-cut lad said, "Twenty for the other."

"Thirty," called out another horny bud. "Forty!"

"Caps at forty for the first one," Stevie said with a smile. "Get on over
here, pit-pig. Bidding for the second?"

"Sixty!" Shouted the first guy who bid fifteen.

"Deal. Pay the man and get to licking."

"Hey! Shoes, you animals!" Shouted a guy to the right. I knew he was the
owner, a guy named Roger. "For that matter, lose the clothes, too."

First Pit Guy lost his clothes in no time. Second Pit Guy was slower but he
got naked, too. Stevie smiled as they climbed on the bed and started
sniffing his armpits. They moved right on to licking minutes later. The
scent seemed stronger by the time Stevie gave them each a long,
mouth-swabbing kiss. Both guys were hard as fuck and stringing pre-cum all
over Stevie's hairy stomach. About thirty minutes in and he looked like
he'd been glazed in a bakery.

"Fifty bucks to see the dick," A bold guy said.

"Bid's already at sixty," Stevie said, wagging a finger. "Only goes up,
gentlemen."

"One hundred," another guy called out. "One fifty if you let me suck it."

"Anybody else?" The hairy fuck said. "First one to offer two hundred gets a
load."

"Two-fifty!" Roger said, pushing money at me.

It would have taken a truck to stop that mouth from attaching itself to Big
Stevie. He flipped up the kilt and began swabbing away and the thick
foreskin. Pit Guy One and Two leapt on the chance to help out. The three of
them worked every inch of dick until it was shining like it was made out of
metal. Roger's mouth was magical because he soon had Stevie grunting and
pulling at the sheets on the bed. The guy's lips never left the base when
Stevie's grunting became one word.

"Cumming."

We all watched as the lean little guy got his mouth filled. When he gagged
and spit, Pit Guy One and Two moved in quick to clean up what he couldn't
take. Even after Roger pulled of him, Stevie kept shooting out cum.

Somebody put a twenty in my hand and started lapping it up.

A slender little guy in a blue Polo shirt stepped up. "Fuck
me. Please. Name your price."

"How much you got, little man?" Stevie asked.

"I have two thousand in my student account. How much of it do you want?"

"Bid was at two-fifty. You want a short, quick fuck? Three hundred. Long
and sensual? Four."

"You do phone transfers?"

I smiled and held up my phone. "Here's the info."

Once I saw four hundred dollars had passed from him to me, Ricky Versailles
stripped off his clothes and lay down on the bed. To my surprise, and
everybody else's, Roger and the Pit Guys stayed and got little Ricky
ready. They mouthed his body, licking his neck, his chest, his flat little
stomach, everything. The Pit Guys even latched onto his pink nipples and
started giving them a workout. Little Ricky was leaking by the time Little
Stevie eased in between his legs.

Roger provided lube, like any good host, and the Pit Guys made sure Big
Stevie was greased and ready while Roger rimmed Ricky's asshole.

Around the room, a lot of the guys had gotten out of their shirts. Some got
out of their pants. Some were naked and rubbing on each other. Some of the
guys who were standing were the ones there to witness the whole thing. They
had their clothes on, still. This didn't stop them from letting some of the
other guys to rub on them or even open their fly and touch the
goods. Everybody knew what was good and nobody had a problem with everybody
feeling it.

Near the door, Phillip watched, just like he always did. I didn't mind,
though.

"Ready, baby?"

Little Ricky nodded and Stevie bent down and kissed him. It was one of
those long, slow kisses that made your thighs hot and your toes cool. They
kissed for a full minute, then Stevie started sliding in the dick. Little
Ricky wasn't ready for the thickness and the Pit Guys started rubbing his
asshole while they sucked on his nipples again. Roger slid in behind him,
letting him prop his head near Roger's thick dick. Little Ricky took a few
licks on the host's popsicle and swallowed some sweet sap.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby," Stevie said in a low, seductive voice. "But
I want you to look at me while I do. Got me? You take your eyes off me and
I stop. Got me?"

"Yeah," the boy said. Giving the Roger-stick a final lick, he turned his
eyes to Stevie. "Fuck me. Fuck me now...hard...like you did Chet."

"You sure, baby?"

"Uh-huh! Fuck me, man!"

What followed was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. Stevie did his
usual head-to-balls move but so slow and so easy that twenty minutes in,
Little Ricky was begging for him to speed up. The slow-and-steady was
making his dick throb but it was frustrating him, at the same time. The Pit
Guys didn't let up on his nips, either. They bit, licked, pulled, teased,
and repeated. Roger stroked his cock, feeding Ricky the sap with his
fingers. All the while, the slow-dicking Stevie was giving was driving them
all crazy.

A few of the boys in the room joined the Pit Guys on the bed. A few of the
others began blowing whatever guy they could reach. Two of the bigger guys
began spit-roasting a dark-skinned Brazilian guy near the window. Three
guys were standing, arms around their shoulders, jerking one another
off. Two other guys just watched with bemused smiles.

Phillip watched from the door.

"You close, baby?"

Every time Stevie said, 'baby,' it sounded like warm syrup on hot
pancakes. This time, it did something to Little Ricky. His dick started
spurting like a fountain. Both Pit Guys jumped at his shaft, their mouths
open like baby birds! While they lapped and sucked up his mess, those guys
on their dicks started jerking and stroking to get them to repeat for
them. Roger eased Ricky up into a sitting position on Stevie's dick. This
new position let Stevie control more about the depth than the speed but he
made it work for the both of them.

A dark-haired guy put a hundred in my hand, then went over and flipped up
the kilt. Spreading Stevie open, he began tongue-fucking the warm, hairy
hole. Laughing, Stevie didn't miss a beat inside Ricky, but he did shake
his head.

"Ya'll are bad," he said, glancing at the Rimmer working his hole. "But
fucking good, too!"

Roger moved in closer, letting Ricky use his body for support. With both
hands on those thick thighs, Ricky was able to angle his lower half so
Stevie could get in good and deep. The spent cock was still somewhat hard
and both Pit Guys weren't letting it go to waste. While they mouthed and
sucked on him, Stevie was ramming that ass! Ricky was finally getting what
he wanted.

"God! God! OH, GOD!" Little Ricky moaned.

"You better hope he's listening, baby," Stevie said, grinning as he held up
the front of his kilt. "Cuz I'm not stopping 'til I'm plowing into you,
juices flowing!"

"YES! FUCK, YES!!! CUM IN ME!" Ricky was almost delirious as Stevie plowed
him.

"Oh, I plan to, baby!"

All around the room, the once-stoic frat guys were pawing, sucking, and
fucking each other. Even the guys who were watching now sat together,
stroking one another. The only one in the room not engaged in some kind of
sex was Phillip, who still watched Little Stevie like he was watching his
last meal get eaten by somebody else.

Now, this is the part that almost made me cum!

On the bed, Roger pulled and twisted Ricky's nipples until they were
raw. Both Pit Guys were sniffing and licking at Ricky's warm pits while
playing with his dick and balls. Poor Ricky was splayed out, legs to either
side, ass titled up and Stevie was slow-fucking him again. This went on for
a good ten minutes until Ricky was crying, begging him to either cum or
stop. Stevie chose to stretch things out. When he did get close, he leaned
in and kissed Little Ricky, just like before. It was a tender, meaningful
kiss and midway through it, Ricky made a sound like he was choking.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Rimmer said from beneath the back part of Stevie's
kilt. "He's cumming, man!"

Ricky's hands held tight to Stevie's broad shoulders and he rode the wave
of hot cum flooding into his asshole. He moaned and cried. Real tears. He
cried and moaned as Stevie came hard inside his tight ass. They rocked back
and forth for a solid five minutes.

"God," Little Ricky sighed. "Oh, my fucking...god. My ass is on fire!"

Stevie rose up on his knees and eased out of the boy. "You love it."

"I do!" Ricky nodded. "Oh, I fucking love it, for sure! Best money I ever
spent!"

After pulling himself off the horny fucks on the bed, Stevie took his shirt
and slipped it on. He collected the money from me and slipped out of the
room, then out of the house. None of those horny fucks even noticed because
they were all fucking and sucking each other. Pit Guys got plowed by Roger
and Rimmer while Little Ricky got passed around like a collection plate in
a Baptist church.

And Phillip? He left soon after Stevie did. Like I said before, I took care
of Phillip so I wasn't concerned.

* Part 2 -- End *