A Babyfaced Stud Named Kyle

Chapter Four

My Babyfaced Stud had become my Bitch on the wrestling mats.  Now, he was sprawled out before me, sweaty and naked.  Kyle’s 7.5” cut cock betrayed his supposed straightness.  It was hard as a rock, rising across his lower belly.  Pre-cum leaked into his navel.  I moved next to his muscled body and he slowly, obediently, rose onto his knees before me.  I nodded my head and he placed his hands on the sides of my bright red Speedo and tugged my gear down.  The wet mushroom head of my 8” cock had poked above my waistband during our match.  Kyle’s eyes widened as the rest of my shaft and smooth balls were unveiled.

The kid leaned in full of lust and nuzzled his face against my brown pubes and balls.  He deeply inhaled my alpha scent and stared up at my hairy abs and pecs with his aquamarine eyes.  I nodded again.  It was an unspoken order but he got it.  He extended his tongue and bathed my nuts with his warm saliva.  Then he licked up my thick shaft to my slit.  He never took his eyes off me as he opened his mouth and swallowed my cock head.  “Ohhhh, fuckkkkkkkk baby,” I sighed.  His tongue twirled around my v-spot sending jolts of arousal throughout my muscled frame.  “Take all of it,” I insisted.  He complied, taking my head and shaft all the way into his throat.  His nose brushed up against my brown pubes.  

I cupped the back of Kyle’s head and began thrusting my hips forward and back, skull-fucking the Babyfaced Bitch.  His right hand pumped his hard cock.  His left hand rested on my right hip bone.  My hands moved to his curly brown locks and began to use them to yank his face forward over and over again.  He was good at cock-sucking.  There were no gagging sounds as he suctioned in my pulsing member.

After several minutes of dominating his throat, I felt my load rising.  I wasn’t going to last much longer.  I pulled out and shoved him onto his back.  The fire in the stone hearth was still crackling and sweat poured down my forehead and 46” chest.  He looked up at me—again with those pleading aquamarine eyes.  He wanted more of me and I was determined to give it to him.  If he was really undefeated in that underground wrestling league, maybe the kid was a virgin.  But I doubted it.  He was more than a little bi-curious.   His superb cock-sucking skills showed he was anything but an amateur.  

As the kid lay on his back before me, I ordered him to play with his nipples.  “Get them hard, Bitch!” I said.  He pinched both his nips and began moaning.  His muscled body writhed below me.  His cut cock twitched on his abs and dripped more pre-cum.  I copied him by rubbing my hairy pecs and clawing at my pink nipples.  The sight of his hard nipples was hot as fuck.  Pre-cum formed in the slit of my cock head.

I knelt then grabbed his calves and rolled him up and over.  The Babyfaced Bitch’s pink hole appeared before me.  His crack was lined with a dusting of dark brown hair.  Holding onto his legs and slightly spreading them, I leaned in and tongued his outer ring.  He was still playing with his hard nipples.  His moans became louder and needier.  I kept up my rimming, pushing my foraging tongue ever deeper.

I paused to insert my right index finger followed by a second finger.  My invasion caused him to whimper.  Then when my fingers grazed his gland, Kyle pleaded, “Please…please fuck me.  Get inside me.  Fuck me Daddy!”  I smirked at his neediness, dutifully withdrew my fingers and positioned my hard cock at his entrance.  He pulled his hamstrings back giving me better access.  I pushed my swollen head against his pucker.  Soon I was past his outer and inner rings.  My smooth balls came to rest on his ass cheeks.  

I began to pump in and out of his hole, slowly at first then picking up the pace.  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  His right hand was jerking his hard cock at the same tempo as my thrusts.  “You’re so fucking deep inside me,” Kyle said, adding “I’m close, fuck I’m so close.”  “Don’t cum yet!” I ordered.

Just then I heard the door to the bunkhouse open.  Entering the room was none other than Chef Jack Jones.  The black bodybuilder didn’t look surprised.  He stared at Kyle and me with lust in his dark eyes.  I grinned and went back to pounding the kid’s hole.  I heard the sounds of Jack disrobing.  When I looked back over, there he was, naked.  His smooth ebony-colored muscles were on full display.  He had shaved his pubic area.  His cut cock was fat and long—at least 9”.  It stuck out at a 45 degree angle.

I kept drilling the Babyfaced Bitch.  If anything my cock was harder having seen Jones’s almost perfect body and cock.  He walked over to where I was kneeling and fucking Kyle.  His right hand grasped the base of his dick and positioned his cock head against my lips.  “Go on, Jeff, suck my cock…you know you want it,” he said.  I opened my mouth and swallowed his alpha dick.  I tasted his salty pre-cum then began to bob and slurp on his meat.  He was right.  I had dreamed about sucking Jack’s cock for years.

After I had blown Jack for several minutes, he pulled out his cock and said, “You gonna share the Babyfaced Bitch with me?”  I grinned and withdrew my pulsing cock from Kyle’s stretched hole.  He grunted his disappointment.  I unrolled the kid and prodded him onto his chest, then grabbed his hips and pulled him onto all fours.  I spit into his crack and plunged my throbbing cock back into his hole.

Jones went around to Kyle’s front.  He slapped the kid’s cherubic face with his big black cock, sprinkling some pre-cum on his cheeks.  Then he rammed his 9” tool into Kyle’s mouth and throat.  I began to pound the Babyfaced Bitch harder and harder, and he grunted around the huge piece of meat buried in his throat.  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”

“Yeah, Bitch, take Chef’s big cock!” Jones ordered.  He too had grabbed Kyle’s brown curls and was yanking his face forward repeatedly.  I reached around the kid’s back and wrapped my right hand around his bouncing cock.  I started stroking him.  It didn’t take long.  Suddenly, I felt hot sticky cum erupt between my fingers.  The Babyfaced Bitch’s body spasmed with his release.  I followed moments later, convulsing as I detonated my big load deep into the Bitch’s hole.  Chef Jones couldn’t hold on, either.  He pulled his cock free of Kyle’s mouth, pumped it twice and shot a massive load on Kyle’s babyface.

As I came down from my release I withdrew my still semi-hard dick from the kid’s hole.  Jones had pressed his cock back inside Kyle’s mouth so he could clean and polish the big black cock.  I moved around to watch the action, putting my right arm around Jack’s waist and pulling him into a passionate kiss.  Then Kyle, without being told what to do, swallowed my 8” cock one more time and slurped until it was clean.

Moments later, we laid on our backs next to each other in front of the fire.  The bunkhouse wreaked of our sweat and cum loads.  It’s rare, I thought, to have two dreams come true in a single day.  One was an old one, dating back to that day I spied Chef Jones, shirtless, chopping wood.  The other was only a day old, after I had first laid eyes on my hunky guide.  He had become our Babyfaced Slut in the bunkhouse.

Finally, I suggested the three of us take shower.  Jack rose first and both Kyle and I could see he had recharged.  His semi-hard black cock swayed right and left.  Kyle grinned at me and got to his feet.  He grasped Jack’s fat shaft and began leading him towards the communal bathroom.  I decided to give the two hunks a few minutes head start.  I was sure I’d find the Babyfaced Slut on his knees worshipping the ebony bodybuilder and servicing his big black tool.  I was hoping we’d go another round with each other.

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Early the next morning, Kyle and I walked over to the empty dining hall.  Just after sitting down, Chef Jones came through the kitchen door.  “Studs!” he exclaimed, adding, “Slept better last night than I have all season.” 

He put his big right hand on my shoulder.  “I’ve been thinking, Jeff.  You really have to come out to Palm Springs this winter.  Spend some time with me.  Maybe Kyle here could come too.”  

“I’d love that, Jack,” I replied and put my hand on top of his.

Kyle said, “Count me in!  Maybe we’ll get Chef to wrestle us for top.  Kind of a 2 on 1.”  He winked at me and showed off his dimple again.

“Oh, Kyle, we did our 2 on 1 last night.  Twice in fact.” Jones said with a grin, “Once by the fireplace and again in the shower stall.  Jeff was kind enough to let me plow your slutty hole that second time.”

“Yeah,” the Babyfaced Slut chuckled, “I’m still feeling it.  Believe me.”

(The End.)