Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2021 02:09:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin & Sons Redux 6 BALDWIN & SONS: REDUX 6 by Jon Royale July 2021 This is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations between consenting individuals. It is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. If you have not reached legal age of maturity in your area please read no further. Any character resembling those living, dead (or anywhere in between) is purely coincidental. All is in the highly active imagination of your author. This fantasy series takes place in an imaginary place where STDs don't exist and your author, again, is confident that his faithful readers will use good judgment when practicing similar actions. And now... The first snowfall of the season blanketed the well-manicured lawns of the sprawling Baldwin estate. Brian Baldwin, a guest at the stately home, was perched on the window seat of his third floor bedroom enjoying nature's beauty and reflecting on the turn of events that found him there. It had been nearly three weeks since that fateful evening when all was disclosed and one member of the household forced to depart. In that time Brian had been reluctantly accepted by his brother Miles, lord of the manor, promoted from his digs in the pool house to a remodeled room in the mansion with the rest of the family and given financial interest in the Baldwin's "business." Always better with his hands than head it had taken awhile for him to suspect young Devyn of his mysterious blackouts. The fifteen-year-old befriended him early on. In fact, he was the only one to show any interest in Brian, who had arrived on the estate uninvited. Down and out once again, this time toting a son he barely knew, Brian came to the estate hoping for a respite and maybe, just maybe, a hand out from his wealthy brother. Little did he know that the real money of the family, Delia, had taken a powder and left Miles a small allowance and the deed to the place, where taxes alone could bankrupt a man. Harboring family resentments, Miles allowed him to stay for a short time. Somehow Brian kept finding a way to extend his visit. Devyn kept him company, showing an interest in sporting events on the huge television and spiriting food and drink from the main house to his uncle. Unassuming Brian never suspected the angelic teen of being deviant. But a little maverick he truly was. Brian set a trap. Devyn took the bait and was quickly snared. Enraged that the kid was drugging, fucking him and who knew what else Brain hauled the kid up to the main house for a showdown with Miles. When he tore in there he learned the true nature of his brother's Saturday evening gatherings. Stunned by the spectacle of an all-male orgy Brian forgot about his mission. Not wanting to believe his eyes he wandered aimlessly around the room observing mature men and college boys engaging in all sorts of depravity. The final affront was coming upon his own son, Royce, enthusiastically taking black cock up his ass and down his throat. Brian tried to back away from the shocking scene, found himself falling and next thing he knew his own cock was buried to the hilt in the asshole of his nephew, Ryan. While Brian had never previously engaged in homo sex it had been weeks since he'd had a piece. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own. He fucked the hunky jock; fucked him like there would be no tomorrow. The handsome muscular teen had a hungry hole, more like pussy than ass. Brian, who had both in his many years, never felt anything like it. He couldn't control his lust. He pounded the athlete until he blew his wad deep in that boy pussy, cumming like he'd never cum before. And that's when rough hands were on him, yanking him off. He was led away, shoved up the stairs and along the hallway, and then thrust into a chair in his brother's upstairs office. Miles was seated behind the desk across from him, dressed up in some gay looking leather harness, boots and cap with his big Baldwin dick resting along one thigh. He was relaxed back in his chair, one foot casually thrown up across the desk top smoking a cigar. Guard dog Jedediah was positioned behind Brian, big hands on his shoulders holding him in place. Miles took a draw from the cigar, held it out as if appraising it and let out the smoke. Staring casually up at the trail of smoke, he said, "Couldn't keep to our bargain, could you, brother? Curiosity, as always, got the better of you." "No, no," Brian responded, shaking his head from side to side. "It wasn't like that. But, Miles, what the fuck is this all about?" Miles hesitated as if considering his answer, took another puff and replied, "Isn't that obvious, brother? It's a fuck party. Every Saturday night they come from near and far to engage in their hedonistic fantasies. We charge them a substantial fee for admittance and they are free to suck and fuck until dawn." "So you're running a cat house?" Brian asked incredulously. "With no pussy?" Jedediah snorted. Miles' lip twitched in a sardonic smile. "There's lots of pussy, the kind of pussy they can't readily find elsewhere. The kind they secretly desire. High school and college boys, recruited by my sons. They each get a cut from the house. Tuitions are high. Of course, that's something you wouldn't know about. Their folks are already strapped for cash. Instead of working minimum wage at a restaurant or mall shop they come here and make more in one night than they would at a weeklong part-time job." "But why? Why would you get involved in this? You were never the type." Miles' brows creased angrily. "My cunt wife left me with this house and four boys. I hadn't held a job in years. That was her idea. There was no way I was downsizing. You have any idea what the upkeep is on this place? Any idea of what four boys, one in college and three more soon to enroll, cost? At first I was reluctant with the idea but when the cash started rolling in I quickly changed my tune. You might be surprised at the changes I've undergone in the past year, brother. Maybe I've inherited some of your cunning ways after all." Brian took a moment to absorb his brother's words. Then, in a flash of memory, he blurted out, "Royce. You got my boy involved in this?" Jedediah sniggered. Miles smiled nastily. "Royce got himself involved. Your son is a foul-mouthed cock hound. He'll take on anything with a dick. Maybe you should take the time to really get to know your son." Pausing, then, "I certainly have." Brian's eyes widened as Miles' words slammed home. "Y-you've fucked my boy? Your nephew?" He gripped the handles of the chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. Miles came upright and slammed a fist on the desk top. "Do I have to remind you that I just found you with your cock up my own son's ass?" Brian relaxed, appearing bested. "That was an accident." "An accident!" Miles laughed sardonically, lounging back in his chair again. "Shoving your cock up someone's hole and reaming it doesn't happen by accident." "It-it just was. That's all." "I'm not happy about you, especially you, fucking my boy. But, fuck it, I've fucked yours more than once so---we're even," Miles' eyes were cast upward as if calculating. "I-I can't believe all this!" Brian blabbered. "Boys fucking men. Men fucking boys. Queer orgies. Your son, my son. That little Devyn..." "Devyn!" Miles became attentive. "What's this about Devyn?" "He's the whole reason I got into this mess," Brian explained, a light bulb flaring in his simple brain. "That little monster, he's been drugging me. Knocking me the fuck out. Wake up hour's later feeling like shit with a sore asshole. Just come to find out tonight he's been fucking me. Me, his uncle, when I'm out cold. And probably worse." Anger clouded Miles' face. He paused for a moment, absorbing Brian's words. Through clenched teeth he prodded, "How do you know this?" "Cos tonight I didn't drink his offering. I poured it out when he wasn't looking. Then I pretended like I was passing out." "Clever of you," Miles responded sarcastically. "Then what?" "He stripped me bare. Stripped himself. Then he got up there to stick his dick in my ass. You believe that?! Even bragged about what he was doing. Talked something about bringing the fuckin' dogs in. That's when I grabbed him, wrestled his little ass down and hauled him up here to face you." Miles looked like he'd been punched in the gut. After a moment's thought he looked to Jed. "Find him. I don't care where he is, what you have to do. You find him. Bring him to his room and keep him there." "You got it, boss man," Jed responded dutifully, excitedly. Releasing his hold on Brian he strode out of the room, a man on a mission. Baldwin brothers sat there in silence for a few moments staring at each other. For the first time since the fracas began Miles took appraisal of his younger brother. Brian certainly had inherited their father's genes with his darker good looks whereas Miles more resembled their fair, blond mother. The furrows across his forehead and jolly crinkles spreading out from the corners of his eyes, blue like all the Baldwin's, and somewhat weathered look of his face spoke of an outdoors laborer. His hair was thick and brown, carelessly tousled, of medium length. Whereas Miles' muscular physique was crafted from sports and gym training Brian had the body of a man who'd spent his life toiling at some back-breaking blue collar job. His neck was thick, almost bull-like, his shoulders big and squared. Biceps were heavy with rounded bulging muscle, forearms like hairy, twin clubs. He had a rugged chest with full curves of meaty pectoral mounds dusted with dark hair, purplish half-dollar sized nipples riding their crest. A swirl of body hair led from the sternum down his hard, tight torso and over the slight outward swell of his belly to fan out about his deeply indented navel, then triangled above and around his meaty dick. His legs were hairy and thick as the rest of him, big calves bunched and the toes chunky. Miles' gaze rested on his brother's cock, a proud prick by anyone's standards, hanging heavily between his large thighs. It was pleasantly plump with a nicely sized, flared head. In all its glory it must be as formidable as the rest of family cock. As it reading his thoughts the piece began to move, reacting to the unveiled assessment. It swelled and filled out before Miles' eyes, rising little by little from the juncture of Brian's parted thighs, its crown pointed skyward. Brian shifted uncomfortably in the chair, unable to control his burgeoning erection. The lengthening shaft still glistened with Ryan's ass juices. Unable to stop thinking of that same dick buried in his son's hot, needy hole Miles suddenly realized that his own cock was nearly past half mast. But he wasn't apprehensive as his younger brother appeared to be. Fuck it, he thought, let Brian see his big shaft pump mightily up into the air. Let them make comparisons. They were, after all, brothers. Leaning back comfortably in the chair with his groin thrust outward and leg still cocked up on the desktop he let his head fall back and stared up at the ceiling as he puffed on the cigar. Holding it between his teeth he pondered. "Tell you what, brother mine, I'll be generous and cut you in on some of the profits." It pained him to take the risk but what else was he to do now that Brian had uncovered their racket. Besides, from what he observed nervously seated across from him Brian would definitely be good for business. "Let's say five hundred a week for starters. You join the rest of us in setting up, then cleaning before and after each party. You can choose to participate in the action. Or not. You join Jed in playing Security, making sure there are no cameras. We have a somewhat elite clientele." Brian swallowed hard, summoning up the words, almost sheepishly, "W-would it be alright if I tap your boy again?" How it galled him to acquiesce to the brother who had put their family through such trauma early on. But, although the oaf probably didn't even realize it yet, he had him by the short curlies. And, truth be told, if the naked stud sitting across from him wasn't his brother he'd gladly take a fuck from him. "Ryan's eighteen. He's free to fuck with whoever he wants," he replied after a short pause. "Just be warned. The boy is insatiable." Brian appeared to carefully consider. Miles kept his cool but he wanted to scream at the idiot to make up his mind already. Finally, "Seven fifty," he boldly countered. Bastard, Miles thought. He knew he'd have to accept but made a show of thinking about it, just to make Brian sweat a little. "Seven fifty it is," he finally replied. "Since you're here and, ahem, ready," he went on, nodding at Brian's full hard on, "you might as well start tonight. Go downstairs and put that thing to use." Dismissed, Brian rose. Taking note of his throbbing erection he laughed nervously, "Never thought I'd be getting boned up over this kind of stuff. But that boy, your son, shit that's some good pussy." Then, apologetically, "No offense, Miles." Miles merely nodded his response. Brian smiled widely, now seven hundred and fifty dollars richer. And on a regular basis to boot! He strode out of the office beaming confidence, thinking about sampling that fine hole of his jock nephew once more. And, if not him, there were others. Up until tonight he'd been solely a ladies man but after just one fuck his horizons had broadened considerably. Miles webbed his hands behind his head and settled back once more. Taking an occasional puff on his cigar he contemplated his next move. With the problem of silencing Brian out of the way he now had to contend with Devyn. There was only one clear solution. He heard the struggle before he entered the boy's room. Jedediah was propped up against the pillows in bed holding the squirming teen in his powerful arms. Devyn, naked as when he'd bolted from Brian's grasp, was between the spread of Jed's legs with his back against the man's chest. His fists beat against Jed's constraining arms. Jed appeared to enjoy Devyn's flailing, the smile on his face revealing his chipped front tooth. Miles quickly noted that, despite his protests, Devyn was sporting a boy boner. Devyn ceased his grappling when he saw his father there in all his leather glory. "Make him let me go," he ordered. Miles silently stared him down. Then, to Jed, "Where did you find him?" "He were right here. Packin' hisself a bag. Figgered he was plannin' a runaway afore you could catch up with him," Jed replied with a grin on his ruggedly handsome face. As he spoke he took one of the boy's tit buds between two thick fingers and roughly tweaked it, making Devyn wince. "Where's your phone?" Miles asked. When the upstart failed to respond his voice boomed, "I SAID, WHERE'S YOUR PHONE?" Startled by his father's aggressiveness Devyn nodded toward his bureau. "O-over there," he replied meekly. Miles retrieved it from the top of the dresser. "Password," he commanded. "What for?" Devyn spat out. "That's my personal business." Jed squeezed hard on the boy's tit flesh and twisted it around like a dial. "You better answer your daddy, boy." Through clenched teeth Devyn spat out the code. Miles logged onto the phone, found the picture cache and browsed the collection. His eyes widened as he took in the multitude of snapshots of an array of men, some he recognized, all of them victims of his twisted son. Those featuring Brian were of the most interest to Miles. Clearly his brother was comatose throughout the ordeal. Miles' eyes widened, nostrils flared as his breathing grew heavy and his cock restiffened as he flipped through one snapshot after another. Brian's manhole stuffed with zucchini, cucumber, apples, oranges, baseballs, bats, screwdriver handles. Close ups of cock, probably Devyn's, skewering his hairy hole. Another of the same cock pressed up to Brian's mouth in a lewd pose. Many of some scruffy looking type lapping at Brian's hole, then fucking it. Cum drenching the man's torso, painting his manly face. By the time he'd finished perusing the evidence Miles was back to full erection and dripping excited pre-cum. With Jedediah toying with his tits and grinding his hard on into the upper cleft of his ass Devyn himself was sporting a healthy boy boner. His struggling against the bigger man only seemed to excite Jedediah even more. The ex-con's eyes sparkled and he chuckled enthusiastically as the smooth teen thrashed against his form. With big, strong arms wrapped around him there was nowhere for the brat to go. "You're finished here, son," Miles said evenly. "I gave you warning. Once again, you ignored me. There's a school, an academy, in upstate New York. I pre-enrolled you after that fiasco with Katz. You'll leave tomorrow." "Fuck if I will!" Devyn bellowed, fighting even harder against Jed's restraint. Ignoring him Miles turned his attention to Jed. "Stay with him the rest of the night in case he tries to run. I don't care if you have to tie him to the bed, make sure he's here when they come for him." To Devyn he said, "I'm sorry, boy. You've left me no choice." "Fuck you!" Devyn screamed, giving Jed a real challenge in holding him in place. Miles looked at the boy, his son, and for a moment there was a hint of compassion in his stolid features. Little Devyn had grown up in the shadow of his older brothers. Perhaps if Miles had been more attentive to him rather than favoring the two eldest boys, sports jocks like himself, Devyn might have turned out differently. Certainly he harbored a twinge of guilt for allowing the boy to participate in the sex parties, further exploiting his deviant nature. But the reality of the situation quickly set in. Devyn was indulging in aberrant behavior long before the family "business". The old Miles would have tolerated it; new Miles would not. Directing his words to Jed, he said, "Do whatever you have to do." And then he was gone. Wrestling with the teen Jedediah let out a whooping cry, "Whoo-ee, boy. We gonna have us some real fun. Gonna make that night in the van look like a tea party." Devyn's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face. From the pulse of the man's cock against his writhing body Devyn knew what the hillbilly had in store for him. "Miles!" he cried out. "MILES!!!!" But Miles had already returned to his office and placed the fateful call. Observing the falling snow white washing the landscape Brian thought back to his brother's words. Miles gave the barest details, just that Devyn had been sent away to a "special school." His room was cleared, all his belongings boxed and placed in storage, and the space turned over to Brian. Over the weeks Brian turned it from a teenager's room to a "man cave" of his own. While they still had a long way to go it felt good to finally be accepted by his older brother and made to feel part of the family, even if it was out of necessity. His first party had been awkward. He barely participated. By the second he'd loosened up enough to allow some middle aged gent to suck him off. It wasn't bad. Seemed to Brian that dudes were more enthusiastic about cock sucking than their female counterparts. Later that night he fucked one of Miles' neighbors while other guys stood around them running their sweaty hands over his broad back, strong shoulders and hard, pumping ass. He was quite the hit. A light rap on his door broke Brian's reverie. Turning away from the snow scene he watched as the door opened to reveal his blond jock nephew Ryan. The well-built boy wore only loose pajama bottoms tied low on his tight waist. There was a look of desperation in his baby blue eyes, a look Brian had become familiar with in the past few weeks. With a crooked smile on his ruggedly handsome face Brian unfastened the sash of his knee-length robe and allowed it to fall open. His big cock and hefty balls hung between hairy thighs. Quietly shutting the door behind him Ryan unconsciously licked his lips, dropped his pj's and moved across the room to join his uncle on the window seat. His hands quickly went to his uncle's meat, which he easily manipulated into erection. Brian casually leaned back against the window frame and allowed the hunky teen to handle his goods. Since that fateful night when he'd literally fallen into Ryan's young ass he seemed to have become his nephew's "go-to" cock whenever he got horny---which was most of the time. Brian couldn't quite figure it all out. The kid was a well-built, handsome athlete who seemed to have an endless supply of high school cuties. Surely some of them would give up their pert little pussies for a hot stud like Ryan. Brian would happily fuck any one of them. The one thing they didn't have though was a cock, something his brother's son seemed to require on a constant basis. It's not as if the boy wanted it; he NEEDED to be fucked. And multiple times, too. Brian had always prided himself on being quite the cocksman but sometimes the teen stud wore him out! With Brian nicely hard now Ryan moved on up the window seat and planted his chunky feet to either side of his uncle. Slapping his hands against the inner frame just over Brian's head his muscular legs flared outward as he squatted down to meet the waiting cock. Brian steadied his excited meat with one hand. Ryan's hungry ass mouth pulsed open and his uncle's cock easily slid right in. Ryan wriggled his big bubbled ass and worked inch after inch inside until the large Baldwin head rested on his sweet spot. The boy shivered, not just from the chill from the icy-paned window, and his baby blues rolled upward blissfully. The husky sigh emanating from his full, pink lips was more than enough to cause Brian's rod to throb heavily inside him. For all the fuckings he'd taken Ryan's asshole was near tight as a virgin's pussy. Brian figured it must have something to do with all the boy's athletic training. His glutes were big and rounded, the kind of bubble butt most women would die for. Nice strong mounds of unblemished, hairless muscle that a man could really hold on to. The rest of the kid was equally appealing. He really was a good looking boy but then, heck, all the Baldwin's were movie star handsome. Ryan's eyes were blue as the sky, his lips pink as the petals of a flower and sensually full. His hair, white blond, had usually been buzzed close to the scalp but he'd neglected the shears over the past few months to please his latest girlfriend. The boy had the body of a young athlete, muscle in all the right places. His tits were nice molded mounds capped with juicy quarter-sized boy nips. He was smooth all over, save for the fine down under his pits and the sparse patch over his proud Baldwin cock. He was the type any high school girl salivates over, yet here he was posting on his uncle's manhood. Ryan desperately slid up and down on Brian's cock, shuddering each time it hit his sweet spot. Brian could feel it on the underside of his cockhead, a pulsing nub way up inside the athlete no larger than a marble. He didn't quite understand it, had never felt such a thing before, but the contractions of Ryan's asshole each time it was touched were highly pleasurable to both. Brian considered questioning Miles about this curiosity but somehow it didn't seem prudent to discuss his nephew's anatomy with the father. Ryan repeatedly worked just the inch and a half of Brian's thick crown over his love button. He threw back his head, baby blues cast upward and sighed huskily. His perfect Baldwin prick pulsed young pre-cum out and onto Brian's torso. Then, just when it seemed he'd go mad with delirium, he dropped down until his big buttocks rested on his uncle's hairy thighs and proceeded to ride him full length. Squeezing his asshole around the hard dick he made Brian squirm in the window seat and groan hoarsely. Brian had sampled a lot of pussy in his day, but the hungry cunt of his muscular nephew was something else altogether. He could have fucked it morning, noon, and night. And then some. Brian ran his big work-worn hands up and down Ryan's rippling flanks while the teen desperately posted on his eight thick inches. With the boy's hands planted on the frame just above Brian's head his chest was practically in the man's face. Brian was a tit man. He'd sucked on enough of them, even squeezed them together and fucked between them. While Ryan obviously didn't have big floppy udders like a bitch his hard nubs looked like ripe cherries and too tempting to resist. Catching one between his teeth he nipped at it, pulled and felt the reaction in Ryan's puffy pussy. Latching his puckered lips around the brown, meaty nub he sucked on it while flicking his tongue over the hard flesh. His cheeks hollowed as he threw himself into it, really hoovering and milking the pouting nipple. When he had one jutting out thick as a thimble he moved to the other and gave it the same treatment. Ryan was cooing like a sex hungry bitch and slamming his ass down even harder on his man meat. His uncle's dick was custom made for Ryan's boy pussy. It was just the right size. Not too little that it didn't reach his cursed spot; not too much that it over shot. Certainly those monster size pricks like Doc Schwartz's more than did the trick. Their bloated underbellies riding along his butt button appeased the itch---at least for a little while. But a big fat dick head continually working the target always worked best. Ryan worked that flared ridge against his hungry inner clit until his beefy toes were curling and he thought he'd go mad from ecstasy. It was akin to a bad case of poison ivy which, no matter how much you scratched, always needed more. After being fucked for hours a few weeks ago in the back room of the Lodge at the Policemen's Ball he'd managed to go a whole three days without needing it. It was something of a record; he'd never gone that long before without a dick up his ass. But ultimately the buzz returned and Ryan was seeking out relief from his father's brother. Brian and Ryan were the perfect match; both of them dumb horny jocks. The "deer in headlights" look was permanently etched across Brian's handsome, somewhat weathered, face. Ryan aced athletics, but academics were another story. While Brian meandered through life Ryan's biggest concern was how he'd handle his "problem" once he got married. Getting fucked would be something like cheating, even if it was physical therapy, like Doc Schwartz explained. He figured he could explain this particular complication to the bride, whoever she might turn out to be, but it would be awful embarrassing. And what if she just didn't understand? He'd read something---even seen internet pictures of---chicks with dicks and figured it to be a reasonable alternative. What Ryan was also too dense to realize was that he'd grown to enjoy making it with guys. Certainly, maybe in the beginning, he had done it strictly to appease that damnable itch. But now having sex with other dudes was sort of like the same camaraderie he shared with his fellow athletes on the playing field. Fucking, it seemed, was just as much a man's sport as baseball or football. The more aggressive his partners were the more competitive Ryan became. He didn't know it---at least not yet---but even if he were to outgrow his "eighteen year itch" he'd still be taking dick. Not only did he take it up the ass, he also sucked cock. In his naivety he needed to make it nice and hard so it could do the job, but actually he enjoyed having a throbbing dick in his mouth. Even liked the nutty taste of cum. It was getting harder and harder for him to control himself in the high school locker room with his teammates walking around with their hard asses deliciously curving out the rear of ripe jock straps. Sometimes, when he was really buzzing, he thought about throwing himself down on one of the benches, spreading his thighs and inviting them all to have a go at him. Oblivious to the implications of what he was doing Ryan slid all eight inches of uncle cock up inside him so he was seated on Brian's lap and the big cock head was pulsing on the love button. He ground his much desired bubble butt around on the cock, forcing it to manipulate his boy clit to his satisfaction while milking it with his ass muscles. While the thick base held apart his hole Ryan was chewing on it with his fluttering ass lips. Eliciting a low growl from Brian he tightened his pussy around the ultra-hard cock and really milked it as it throbbed against his "problem" area. Holding it firmly he began the ascent. Inch after inch of wet uncle dick swiftly left his twitching boy labia until just the dick head stayed buried in his ravenous ass mouth. And then he was squatting again, filling himself with Brian's meat. He continued to rise and fall, a little faster each time, until he was positively bouncing on, in his estimation, the perfect fuck stick. Brian held him by both sides of his tight waist while he sucked and chewed on the boy's pert, sensitive nipples. He licked the hollow between his flawless pecs, his beard stubble eliciting appreciative sighs from Ryan. Despite the chill from the winter window Ryan's entire body was coated with a sheen of perspiration. His breathing grew shallower with each movement of his muscular body. He was riding at breakneck speed now, literally slamming himself onto the cock. He lifted, fell, lifted, fell making the cock batter his ass walls and wreak havoc on both his prostate and inner deformity. "Fuck, yeah!" Brian moaned low, grinding his own ass on the surface of the window seat. His hefty balls were churning, big hairy thighs had begun quivering and a sweat had broken out across his broad brow. From head to toe every muscle seemed to be twitching as he felt that all-too-familiar sensation spreading through his groin and knew he was powerless to delay another explosive release. Just then Ryan began panting like mad. His muscular body shook and trembled and his asshole went crazy on Brian's rod. He dropped like a dead weight on Brian's lap, threw back his head and pounded his fists against the window seat frame as his young cock exploded. Gobs of warm spunk jetted out of his dickhead, splashing with incredible force against Brian's hairy chest. As he came his boy pussy convulsed around Brian's meat. His insides clamped onto the deep dick, holding it in the desired spot, squeezing, tightening and twisting as if wanting to chew it off at the root. With a guttural cry Brian blasted off pumping one gusher after another of hot uncle cream deep inside the handsome athlete. Ryan's ass continued to spasm and Brian continued to deliver from his surprisingly productive nuts, flooding the teen's wild cunt with thick, creamy sperm. Long after the tidal wave had diminished they remained in much the same position, their breathing still heavy and ragged. Brian had cupped Ryan's bodacious butt cheeks in his hands, squeezing the hard curves appreciatively as he came down from his fuck high. Soon Ryan lifted himself, the still mostly hard cock slipping from his puss. He rested back against the opposing window seat frame facing his beefcake uncle in much the same position. Brian's eyes flared when he observed a wave of cum surge from the boy's hole and pool on the seat. His cock jumped excitedly and he momentarily considered mounting ravishing Ryan again. But the teen was now talking sports. There they sat buck naked, having just engaged in unbridled masculine sex, and Ryan was sharing his views of last night's game guy to guy. Young, upcoming athlete to ex-athlete. It wasn't something new. They often watched games together and discussed the plays. Brian told the boy of his heyday, before fate stripped him of the chance to become pro and Ryan shared his accomplishments on the field. As the snow continued to fall outside, heavier now, they bonded as many sports enthusiasts do. Other than their state of undress, Brian's ripe and ready cock and Ryan's leaking hole, no one would have suspected they'd just shared another sexual nirvana. Early that evening Trey Baldwin, eldest of the boys, was cautiously making his way from the University's gymnasium to his dorm room on campus. Despite the fact that the sidewalks had been plowed it was still rough going. The sneakers he wore weren't doing much to help with his footing. Trey had been doing his daily workout in the fully equipped gym with a few other boys who dared brave the chill winter air. His buddies Drew Tomlinson, Patrick Grady and Adrian Lopez were all present. As they threw around weights, cycled or trotted on the treadmill they traded stories about college life, sports scores, girls and Saturday nights at the Baldwin place. All were active participants in the festivities, recruited by Trey, making decent spending money getting their teen rocks off each weekend in a somewhat unorthodox manner. Each was a stranger to same sex until their first party. Now all were professionals at the game. Drew, a cute curly-haired senior, was most like Trey, preferring to play top gun. Up until a few weeks ago Trey thought the same of Patrick, a freckle-faced ginger, who'd surprised all by becoming daddy Miles' favorite fuck toy. Puerto Rican quarterback Adrian Lopez was the biggest bottom of them all, taking his first dick at his introductory party and discovering he liked it so much he'd been throwing his muscular legs upward ever since. Both Drew and Adrian had a steady girl, Patrick's was back home in Iowa and Trey played the field, dating one college cutie after another. Not many of them would take a fuck. While making out most would allow him to slide his hand up under their blouse, handle their titties and occasionally suck their ripe buds. Some others permitted him to slip his hand inside their panties, finger their clit and---if he was real lucky---to eat them out. But generally, whenever he tried to mount, he was shoved away. Sometimes he got a hand job, but he could do that to himself. Very rarely a cutie would go down on him, and then balk if he shot off in her mouth. He and his buddies agreed dude sex wasn't like that. Dudes were like dogs, ready to mount anything. And some of them ready to be mounted. Sex between dudes was feverish, bestial and dirty, the way it should be. It was like a wrestling match with hardons in place of singlets. Up until a few years ago Trey didn't think he'd ever be into that sort of thing. But now he eagerly anticipated those Saturday night fuck fests. He and his boys had a real case of blue balls from all the cock teasing they'd gotten all week and were more than ready to go at not only the houseguests but each other as well. Hearing a crunch in the snow from somewhere behind him Trey turned his head in time to see a shadow dart behind a corner of the stone facade. Probably a fellow student headed toward another dorm. Shrugging his shoulders he moved on. While he prided his status as the guy who did the fucking Trey could never quite forget that time he'd gotten himself all drunked up and went after his brother. In high school Ryan had always been his rival and Trey was having none of it. He'd been jealous of the attention the other boy got from the Coaches and the way Ryan seemed to be usurping his superstar position. Even his girl had dumped him for Ryan. With his frustration reaching the boiling point Trey found Ryan in the family gym and jumped him. They tussled; Trey's dick wound up in Ryan's asshole. It was a drunken revenge fuck, pure and simple. The tables were swiftly turned when handyman Lombardo appeared on the scene and gave Trey a taste of his own medicine. The ex-con's huge cock breached Trey's virgin asshole and savagely fucked him. When he was stretched and primed the big man turned him over like a piece of meat to a somewhat reluctant Ryan, who ultimately followed Lombardo's orders and slipped his Baldwin dick into his older brother. It hurt like a sonofabitch. But, oh, how it hurt so good! When he finally was fucked into an ejaculation it was undoubtedly the best he'd ever had. Trey had to admit, if only to himself, that he now understand why fags liked getting banged so much. It took a special kind of dude to withstand that kind of pain until he reached nirvana. Now in college and big man on campus competition between the brothers was on temporary hold. But next year Ryan would be the new athlete at their Ivy League University. Once again they would be adversaries. His younger brother had fucked his way (or, more to the point, gotten fucked) into a full scholarship. Taking a cue from his counterpart Trey gave personal attention to the pro-football scouts Coach Schneider had begun bringing to the parties. He figured he'd best make a lasting impression before Ryan got to them. They poured over his athletic body, sucked his teen cock, chewed his hefty balls and ate out his nearly pristine asshole. Trey responded in kind. Although not yet an accomplished cock sucker he gave it his all, even mastering the gag reflux when they thrust their meat down his throat, always with his future in the forefront of his mind. He fucked them, too, these older married men. He fucked with the exuberance of youth and really gave them something to remember him by. So far he'd kept his own ass at bay. It would be the final selling point in convincing them to sign him to a contract. Trey wanted to get fucked again. He thought about it a lot. He could have gotten lots of dick at the University, as well as the Baldwin parties, but was reluctant to give up his status as a top stud. Trey envied Ryan even more for all the dick he got. The cock whore could get plowed indefinitely and still want more. Trey thought of ways he could make his desires become reality. He was poised to take two, maybe three, houseguests up to the privacy of his bedroom and be their bottom boy for one torrid evening. High School Coach Kowalski had a thick, nine-incher with heavy veins, Coach Schneider had a big, fat-headed cock and that new recruiter, Branson was his name, had a hog worthy of fucking. That was Trey's dream team. Sometimes he'd jerk off at night under the covers where his roomie soundly slept in his own bed a short distance away while playing out the scenario in his mind. Fuck it all! If not for Lombardo and Ryan taking his cherry that night he'd never have these thoughts. Passing through the stone archway with his dorm building in sight Trey once again was taken by the vision of a big hulking figure standing off to one side. A chill of sudden fear went up his spine and drove him to pick up speed. Fast walking to the dorm he hit a patch of ice and went down on the walkway. "Shit," he muttered as he retrieved his gym back and set about righting himself. Glancing about he no longer saw the other. With a shrug and a sense of relief he more carefully moved on to the entrance of the building. Trey's room was on the top floor of the three-story student's residence. There was no elevator. Trey trudged up the steps after his unfortunate episode. He knew he'd be bunking alone tonight. His roomie had gone home on some sort of family emergency. Trey plodded down the hallway, careful not to slip on his wet sneakers. His room was the last one on the left. For just a moment he thought he'd seen a shadow where the corridor made a sharp turn to the right, accessing the fire escape. Frowning he slipped the key in the lock and opened the door. Suddenly, and without warning, he was jumped from behind. A big arm came around his neck, snapping back his head as he was nearly lifted off his feet and thrust into the darkened room. Trey pounded his fists against the strong arm and fought frantically to escape his captor. If only he could break his hold he could face the assailant and fight him on even ground. Just then another intruder appeared in the shadows in front of him and Trey knew he was outnumbered. This one drive a solid punch into Trey's gut, causing him to double over in excruciating pain. The one behind released him and Trey dropped to the floor on this knees. But they weren't done with him. The first mugger caught his right arm and twisted it up behind his back while grasping a handful of his short blond hair and yanking back his head. The other drew back his arm and landed a resounding punch to Trey's jaw. Trey struggled, waiting for the next blow to land. The realization struck him that, throughout it all, he hadn't called out. Just as he was about to holler for help the intruder at his rear took him in a chokehold, breathed hotly into his ear and said, "Now you learn there are consequences for what you've done, Trey Baldwin." So they knew him. Probably the ones he'd seen lurking outside. Followed him. "What've I done?" Trey managed. "Who the fuck are you? How do you know me? What's this about?" "You fucked my girl is what you've done," the deep voice replied angrily. Trey strained against the stranger's hold. "Which one? I've fucked a lot of girls." The angry attacker tightened his hold on Trey, making it difficult for the athlete to breathe. "Rich boy thinks he can have any pussy he wants," he snarled. "But you don't get to play with what's mine." Trey pounded against the guy with his free hand but the other was too quick for him. "You're choking me!" he managed. "Don't know what you're talking about. Must have been somebody else." Snorting disgustedly the assailant unexpectedly released his hold on Trey and shoved him forward. Trey went sprawling face down to the floor. A booted foot was placed on the back of his neck holding him in place. Suddenly the room was cast into an eerie light. The smartphone from the second attacker standing in front of him, Trey figured. Face planted to the floor all he could make out was the dude's kicks. Expensive. "Ticia Jackson!" the accoster bellowed. "Does that jog your memory? Ticia Jackson is my girl and you soiled her!" Trey's blood ran cold. He'd thrown on the Baldwin charm, seduced and fucked Leticia, a cute black girl from his high school graduating class, right behind the counter in her father's shoe shop a little over a month ago. He thought she'd mentioned something about a boyfriend but all Trey was interested in at the time was a piece of pussy. The heel dug a little harder into Trey's neck, flattening one side of his handsome face to the floor. "I don't hear you, Trey Baldwin! What have you got to say for yourself? And don't even try and deny it. Ticia told me it was you who took her cherry." Cherry? Trey was enough of a cocksman to know he hadn't been Leticia's first. Second, maybe. But the girl was no virgin when he had her. "I-I didn't know about you," Trey managed. "Didn't know she was with anybody." It was a lie, of course. But the big boy didn't need to know that. "Don't you think you should find that kind of thing out?" the dude asked angrily. "For months, ever since we first hooked up, I been tryin' to get with her. And when I finally get there I find somebody else already been. YOU, Trey Baldwin!" Trey struggled with discomfort. "What do you want me to say, bro? Yeah, we fucked. It's not like I forced her or anything. It was mutual." "YOU TOOK HER CHERRY FROM ME!" he repeated. "I was supposed to be her first!" Trey wanted to reveal Leticia had already been with another before him but figured she was in enough of a fix with this nut job as it was. It wouldn't help any to make her complicit in the act. Trey could imagine this guy brutally interrogating her until she'd tearfully given him up. Truth is he liked Ticia and didn't want to cause her any more trouble. "I'm sorry." He choked on the words. "Sorry" wasn't a known word in Trey Baldwin's vocabulary. "Sorry?" the boyfriend scoffed. "You hear that, Tryell? Trey Baldwin says he's sorry. Do you think he's sorry, Ty?" "No," the assailant's partner chimed in. "I think he liked fucking your girl." "Is that right, Baldwin?" He pressed even harder onto Trey. "Did you like fucking Ticia?" "Damn it, you're gonna break my fuckin' neck!" Trey wailed. "Yes! Yes, alright? She was a great fuck. There. You happy? Now let me the fuck up!" "Not a chance!" the other snickered ominously. "You've got payback coming." Before Trey had a moment to process those words the heavy foot came off his neck and hands were yanking on his athletic pants. Trey bucked and resisted but the other one was there to hamper his efforts. Trey was no pussy but these two over powered him. He was stripped of his pants and left there in sneakers, jock strap and hoodie which had ridden up nearly to his shoulders. A strong hand struck out and smacked him hard across his firm, bare buttocks. He was back handed again. Then again. Stunned by this new turn of events Trey looked up at the one, then over his shoulder at the other, really seeing them for the first time. They were both young, good-looking black college jocks, one noticeably darker than the other, dressed in the expected oversized jeans and school jackets Trey couldn't identify. One stood tall and lean over six feet while the other appeared to be a few inches shorter but stocky. Both were clean shaved and wholesome looking. The tall one sported those short curlies popular with the race today while the other was shorn close to the scalp and carefully squared across his forehead and along the sides. Recognition dawned on Trey's face. "I know you," he managed, looking back at the leader. "We played against you last year. Or was it the one before?" "That's right, Baldwin," the tawny-hued black boy acknowledged, "We won. You lost. Just like now." One hand came down to grope the crotch of his worn, baggy jeans. Trey suddenly became aware of his vulnerable position. His upper body was propped up on the floor by spread hands in low push-up position while his lower extremities were raised on knees drawn nearly to his chest, his bare ass on lewd display for the two college blacks. Fearful, he scrambled to distance himself from the two but they were on him like a shot. The big one had him by the front, grabbing his arms and twisting them up behind his back, while the other dropped to the floor directly behind him while yanking his legs apart like a wishbone and then pressing down on the small of his back. With his face practically in the baggy crotch of the one called Tyrell Trey froze when he detected the sound of a zipper being yanked downward. "No," he cried, shaking his head in refusal. "You don't want to do this. I told you I was sorry. I didn't know Ticia was your girl. If I had I wouldn't have, you know, done her." "You took Ticia's cherry and now we're going to take yours. We're going to turn your asshole into pussy and let the word out that the macho quarterback is a pussy boy. Let's see you go around trying to get with somebody else's girl then." Trey bucked and writhed to no avail. Ticia's man, known as Shaquille, spat a wet one down into the crack of his ass and then another onto his released erection. Shaq's was a teen dream, a real beauty worthy of the handsome teen. The Blatino boy got his lighter skinned good looks from his Latina mother but down below he was definitely his father's son. An eight inch chocolate rod, fully erect with anticipation, rose in a perfect arc almost to his indented navel. The girth of the smooth-skinned piece was easily six ass-stretching inches. Its mushroom-shaped head complimented the pulsing boyhood, its darkish pink color a contrast to the dark mocha shaft. A set of full, heavy balls were nestled up between his muscular thighs. Curiously, his crotch hair had been given as careful manicuring as his pate, the top and sides edged to near perfection. "No, dude!" Trey made one last feeble attempt. "You can't fuck me! L-Let's talk about this." "Talking's done. It's time for action." While Tyrell held fast to Trey Shaquille took hold of himself, pressed the head of his cock against the athlete's hole and thrust. Trey clamped his pucker tight in an attempt to resist the intrusion but the other teen proved relentless. Shaq lunged forward with renewed force. It was, he figured, what Trey had done to poor Leticia, ripping through her maidenhead and spoiling her for him, Shaq, forever. Trey's stubbornly clenched asshole could only resist the determined Blatino's assault for so long. Ultimately Shaq forced the clutching hole to yield to him and, when the opportunity finally presented itself, rudely shoved himself inside. It had been a long while since Lombardo broke his asshole and hurt like a motherfucker but Trey was determined not to reveal his suffering to Shaq. Clenching his teeth he groaned low and willed his asshole not to fight against it, remembering how resistance had only prolonged his agony that first time. Still, while there were only a couple of inches of boy meat inside him it felt like a log had breached his hole. His ass lips were stretched impossibly wide and clinging to the big brown dick. Trey knew soon it would start to feel good, real good. It was just this initial phase of ass fucking that was a real killer. He must fight through the pain to get to that blissful point of pleasure. Shaq's lean, athletic body shuddered from the sensations coursing through his prick. It was his maiden voyage in ass----let alone a dude's ass---and he was pleasantly taken with how warm, tight and clutching it was. Almost better than pussy. Young Shaq was a bit of a hypocrite expecting 'Ticia to remain virginal for him when he'd been fucking for as long as he'd known what to do with his dick. His combined African-American and Latino good looks had always given him quite the advantage with the girls. He was a suave, sexy dude with the added advantage of being an accomplished athlete. Most girls, and a few women, readily spread their legs for him. Leticia was different. She was sweet and a bit shy. Hard as it was for him Shaq fought against making the moves on her, for the first time dating a girl out of mutual affection. When the time came, when she finally gave herself to him, he was crestfallen to learn he wasn't her first. That Trey Baldwin had been there before him. While she was dating him. All his illusions about virginal Leticia were shattered. All that remained was a burning desire for vengeance. With an angry, determined look distorting his handsome features Shaq pressed onward, easing into the other teen slowly and sweetly, enjoying the feel of his tight, hot asshole. He'd expected to have to punch through the walls of Trey's ass and was surprised how easily his cock slid inside. Certainly it was tight but the athlete's bowels were slick and moist around his dick. The fat knob of his cock searched onward through the fiery, gripping vault until it could go no further. Shaq's black meat twitched excitedly as it rested in the excavated tunnel that was Trey Baldwin's ass. Was it Shaq's imagination or had the white boy ground himself back against his pubes, like he wanted more? Neither of them was supposed to be liking this. Trey was instantly aware of his slip-up. He'd just been unable to control himself at being cock stuffed. Only earlier this evening he'd been thinking about finally giving up his ass again. This certainly wasn't the way he would have planned it. But in a way it was far better than his fantasy scenarios. Here he was being forced, powerless to prevent his assailants from taking him with their big black dicks. It wasn't his choice, not really. The other way, if he'd come on to Coach or any of the other men he considered, he was no better than Ryan, who seemed to bend over for any cock offered to him. He would still be the alpha stud, his reputation only slightly tarnished. In an attempt to cover his blunder Trey fought against the other one holding him down. His body bucked back and forth, from side to side causing the embedded dick to jab around inside him. Grunting and howling, he commanded the other jock to take it out. All of Trey's thrashing was having the opposite effect on Shaq. Waves of rapture coursed through his lower extremities as the hot ass squirmed around his dick. "Ty!" Shaq ordered, "Gag him before anyone hears his mouth. Soon as I get really going he's going to be shrieking." "With what?" Tyrell asked, looking around in the dimly lit room for something, anything. "How about with your cock?" Smiling widely Ty's thick lips parted to reveal a set of bright, even teeth. Figuring Trey's arms would be numb and practically useless to him after being restrained for so long, Tyrell unhanded him and fumbled for his zipper. Trey came up on his forearms knowing it would be senseless to fight. Besides, Shaq's dick had begun to feel really good buried up his ass. As Ty unzipped Trey made a last show of resistance. He rocked his ass violently back against Shaq, whose eyes rolled blissfully up in their sockets while his tongue skidded across his lips. At the same time Trey reached out and grabbed hold of Ty's baggies. His move was meant to simulate warding the tall boy off but instead resulted in dragging both jeans and boxers down the kneeling teen's thighs. Tyrell's cock popped free from its confines and heavily slapped Trey across one side of his face. Trey froze. Tyrell was huge! The thick log of cock stalk had to be every bit of ten dark inches if not more. Its plum sized head was a deep shade of purple and glistening with pre-cum. A ball sac fit more for a horse hung low and heavy nearly half way down his inner thighs. As Trey's eyes---and lips---popped wide with astonishment the big snout seized the moment and pushed inside. Trey's face scrunched up, he made a garbled protest and attempted to extricate the intrusive prick but Shaq had a hand on the back of his head holding him in place. "Suck that cock, Baldwin!" the young athlete fucking his hole commanded. Trey coughed and snorted as the big thing grew even harder in his mouth. His hands slapped onto the black boy's athletic thighs and tried to force him off but Tyrell's hips kept moving forward, sliding more of his cock into the convulsing maw. Trey's jaw already ached from being stretched wide by the immense proportions of the wicked cock. Undaunted, Tyrell pushed his cockhead to the back of Trey's struggling mouth, causing the other teen to gag. Little tears fell from the corners of Trey's eyes and his nostrils flared widely as he battled for oxygen. Then Tyrell began to move. Using just an inch or so he pounded his cock head against the opening to Trey's throat. Trey's protests were muffled by the big dick rabbit-fucking his handsome face. Tyrell carried on undeterred, happy to be part of Shaq's degradation of the star quarterback. What started as revenge quickly turned to pleasure for Shaquille. He'd imagined asshole, especially virgin asshole (or so he believed), would be tight but hadn't counted on how damned good it felt. As Trey's body writhed, squirmed and thrashed his newly created pussy was clenching and squeezing, slick ass guts gloriously rippling along the full length of Shaq's working cock. The ass ring, still not fully broken, tightened down on him like a vise when he was fully buried eight inches deep. Shaq paused to let it sit there, savoring the awesome sensations. Rocking his hips from side to side he stirred the cock around inside the Baldwin boy before hauling back. Then he crashed back in, slapping his coffee-and-cream colored thighs against Trey's paler backside. The answer to Trey's secret desires had come tonight in the form of these two college boys, one anxious for revenge and the other along for the thrill. The cock ramming and slamming into his guts hurt like hell, especially at first, but with each plunge it became more bearable. In an inexplicable sort of way the pain was sort of pleasurable. Every time the shaft raked over his fuck button Trey shivered and his stiff cock strained against the mesh jock restricting it. The even bigger dick gliding between his widely parted lips still made him gag, but not nearly as much as before. He gulped for air each time the meaty prick head went beyond the uvula and remained there, the sadistic black boy obviously aware of his discomfort. The thick cord on the underside of the wet shaft pulsed heavily against his velvety tongue. Without realizing he was doing it Trey pulled in with his cheeks, applying suction to the black beast. Ty moved again, drawing his pole back, then forth, fucking the white teen's face. Totally into this fuck Shaq came up on his haunches, squeezed his thighs against the outsides of Trey's rump and fucked him like a dog. Hovered nearly over Trey's body he held on by one of the boy's strong shoulders and grabbed a fist full of the blonde's short hair. Pulling back Trey's head he inadvertently created a clearer pathway for Ty's mouth fuck. The big head of the other black teen's prick was now running along Trey's palate while his own dick was bearing down into Trey's hot quarterback's ass. He humped up and down with reckless abandon, impaling the womanizing athlete with the full length of his hard cock with each hard, deliberate thrust. In short order he yanked himself from the ass mouth and breathlessly told his buddy, "Flip him over. I want the superstar to see who's fucking him." Trey didn't resist when Shaq took hold of his thighs, Tyrell's hands under his armpits and they flipped him onto his back. Shaq quickly scissored his legs open, folded them back nearly double and rammed himself back into the pouting hole. Trey groaned and his head lifted to look across at the other boy. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed with unmistakable lust as he took in the handsome Blatino working his hole. When he wasn't rolling his tongue out over his lower lip Shaq was chewing it with his even upper teeth, pleasure etched in his every feature. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. His nostrils flared from such energetic fuck effort. Nevertheless, like the true competitor he was, Shaq continued to hurtle himself into Trey's fuck hole. Trey only got to watch the show for a short time before Tyrell took him by the sides of the head, angled him back and stuffed his face with cock once again. He fucked and thrust, Trey gagged and gulped. From this advantageous position Tyrell had a clearer path to the teen's throat---and he took it. Trey reflexively tried to rail against the intrusion, but his attempt at verbal protest only served to widen the way. As he beat his fists against Ty's thighs the other boy slowly but steadily fed him his big cock. With each desperate gulp he took more until the full length of Tyrell's black rod was miraculously buried in his throat. Trey panted like mad, sucking in air through his nostrils and dropping tears from the corners of his widely opened blue eyes. Looking directly down into the point of contact Shaq could hardly believe his eyes. His cock pulsed even more heavily in Trey's burning guts as he gushed, "Hot damn, Ty! You gave him the whole thing!" Tyrell grinned widely. "That's the way to treat a cheating white boy." His dick was literally throbbing in Trey's gullet while the other teen's lips nibbled on the thick base. His bloated gonads spilled across the boy's nose and over his eyes. Trey couldn't help but sniff the hot aroma emanating from the black teen's sex. Despite the uncomfortable fullness in his maw Trey moaned in raw sexual delight, unavoidably sending pleasurable vibrations through Ty's buried piece. Ty threw back his curlies, his eyes rolled upward and he ran a hand across his muscular chest as he sighed, "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Trey's cockhead had broken free of the elastic waistband of his jock and was leaking voluminous pre-cum over his chest. Both of the other athletes saw it and grinned at one another. "Looks like we turned the superstar quarterback," Shaq announced as his hips continued to rise and fall. "He won't be stealing some other dude's girl anymore," Ty agreed while running a big black hand over the obvious bulge in Trey's throat. "Looks like instead he'll be after her man." "Facts. Since the big star QB is a cock hound now, we better treat him like one." And they did. Shaq pounded his cock so hard and fast into Trey that it seemed he would be driven through the floor by the force of the fucking. Except that now, with every plunge of the randy meat, Trey was pushing his ass up against it and then gripping tight as it attempted to withdraw. Ty slid all ten inches of thick black meat out to the entrance of Trey's throat and then pushed back in. Only now Trey was taking it like an accomplished sword swallower, gulping down each inch with seemingly wanton desire. Ty took to shoving harder and faster, fucking Trey's throat with as much aggression as Shaq was showing his pussy. Trey valiantly fought against his gag reflex and took the full length each time. They were both plowing him deep from both ends, Shaq ramming the hell out of his tight asshole and Tyrell fucking way down into his raw throat. If guys were going to have sex then, hell yeah, this is the way it should be. Rough and raunchy, take no prisoners balling. And he was Trey Baldwin, future pro-football superstar and brother of the most in-demand cock whore on the east coast. He had a reputation to live up to, damn it. The fuck if he was going to just lay there and let them use him, let them have all the fun. He used every muscle he had in his ass to work Shaq's cock every bit as much as it was working him. He hiked his butt up even higher to take the plunging dick from a different angle, squeezed it with every bit of inner strength he had and rocked his ass from side to side to really stir things up. He ravenously sucked and slurped on Ty's monster each time it evacuated his throat just the way he knew Ryan would, then relaxed so it could once again fill him to capacity. He groaned around the mouthful of dick, learning to love the way it felt down there, aroused by the taste of it. His nose was buried in Ty's bristly bush and the funky, sweaty, masculine aroma emanating from it was a total fucking turn on. The taste of Ty's leaking pre-cum smearing over his tongue as the big cock reared back was heady and tantalizing. Trey quickly lapped it up, desperate to get his fill before the thing was shoved down his throat again. After tonight brother Ryan would be in for some stiff competition and Trey would be almost guaranteed a contract from the talent scouts. Trey blew first. With Shaq battering his prostate he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. Sobbing wildly around the dick in his mouth his entire body convulsed and his dick spurted ropes of teen cum across his upper chest and just under his chin. During his ejaculation his asshole frantically gnawed on Shaq's dick, holding it in a vise-like grip that sent the Blatino over the top. With a surprising high pitched cry Shaq busted, his athletic body shaking and sweating as his cock erupted in his rival's clutching hole. Trey clamped down even harder on the spitting dick, squeezing every rich drop from it. Watching the others reach their climactic moment quickly had its effect on Tyrell. Pulling back, way back, his retreat was halted when Trey clamped his lips around the thick ridge of his fireman's sized helmet and frantically sucked on it. His tongue flicked across the surface while his hands jerked the long, thick shift until Tyrell shouted as big jets of cum jetted out and filled Trey's sucking, swallowing mouth. Trey valiantly took every spurt. He refused to let the others see he was a bit repulsed by the gamey taste of it. He'd get used to it. He'd make himself get used to it. In fact, he'd learn to fucking love it! Mildly confused by the turn of events the would-be rapists quickly dressed while a satisfied Trey stretched out on the floor fingering his sore, leaking asshole. He'd done it, gotten fucked from both ends and been bred. Golden boy Ryan and he were now on an equal playing ground. He'd be prime pussy for those horny recruiters and they'd sign him up for sure. Brady, Bradshaw, Favre, even Namath probably had to give up their asses at some point to further their careers. Why should Trey Baldwin be the sole hold out? "N-Now you stay away from Ticia, you hear?" Shaq managed as the two prepared to leave, but his tone lacked conviction. He hadn't expected the hottest fuck of his young life and was uncertain as to what to think about it all. Just as they were about to depart Trey came up on an elbow, "Hey!" he shouted. Both boys looked back over their shoulder. "Party at my house Saturday night. Come on over. You dudes are gonna love it!"