Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Main Characters:

• Darren - The main character and faggot
• Randy - Darren's older brother
• Chris - Randy's high school friend
• Scotty – Darren’s cousin
• Mark – Chris’ younger brother
• Steve – Scotty’s best friend
• Brian – Scotty’s friend
• Paul – Scotty’s friend
• Craig – Steve’s older brother
• Matty – Craig’s faggot

The Camping Trip (Day two continued)

 As they hiked through the woods with Brian leading and Paul following, Paul had the opportunity to watch Brian’s perfect body as he walked in front of him. They had left the swimming hole at Brian’s suggestion, once it got out of control with Mark and Scotty. Brian had grabbed his friend by the arm and led him to the other side of the river, pulled him out of the water, and said to follow him.

Brian didn’t seem to mind that they were both naked, knowing that there was no one around to see them. And Paul was happy to get to view his best friend in all his superior glory, from his muscular back to the way his ass would flex as he walked. He was close enough to Brian to admire the freckles sprinkled across the broad shoulders. Now that Brian knew about Paul’s secret desire for him, he felt free to look over his friend’s incredible body and not just try to sneak glances. That was at least one benefit to the struggle of this morning.

He still wasn’t sure why he had taken that chance earlier, risking his friendship with Brian. He’d woken up from yet another dream where he and Brian had been kissing while stroking each other’s dicks. In that particular version of the dream, Brian had asked him to suck his cock and Paul had been going to do just that when he woke up. Paul tried closing his eyes, hoping to continue the dream. Instead, he just lay there and tried to imagine what it would be like to take his friend’s dick into his mouth. What would it feel like? What would it taste like? He had never wanted to suck anyone’s dick before, and he was scared what it meant now that he was fantasizing about doing that to Brian.

It was those images running through his mind relentlessly that had led him to make that stupid attempt to touch Brian for real. At one point, he’d opened his eyes to look over at his sleeping friend and immediately his gaze latched onto the shape of what must have been Brian’s hard cock pushing up the sleeping bag. The temptation became too much and Paul had crawled over to get a closer look, which inevitably drove Paul to his decision to place his hand against the mound. And rubbing his hand against it through the bag led Paul to have that uncontrollable urge to wrap his hand around it. To feel the heat of it against his palm and grip its thickness to know how hard it got.

Paul had nearly screamed when he'd felt Brian grab his wrist, keeping him from touching his best friend’s dick. Fear and regret had taken hold as well and he tried to pull away, wanted to run away. Hoped that this was also a dream and that he’d wake up to find that none of it had actually happened. He didn’t recognize the noises that he began to make, and it took all his strength to keep from crying in shame. That moment when Brian showed concern and pulled Paul into his arms, the tenderness between them, was all too much for Paul and he broke down. And the humiliation he felt made him sob even harder and hold on to Brian even tighter.

“Watch it, boy,” Brian said, when Paul ran into him. Paul had been lost in his thoughts and hadn’t noticed when his friend had stopped walking and had turned to face him.

“Sorry,” Paul replied, enjoying the brief contact of their two naked bodies.

“This spot seems good enough,” Brian said, looking around the clearing the two boys were now standing in.

“Good enough for what?”

“I mean it's far enough from the other guys,” Brian stated, “Unless you want them to catch us.”

“Catch us doing what?”

Brian took a step back from Paul, looked him up and down. Then Brian took his soft dick in his hand and shook it at Paul, “Come here, boy.”

Paul imagined he must be drooling as he stared at Brian’s perfect cock and stepped toward him. He tore his eyes away from the cock he wanted so badly, and raised his gaze to his friend’s face. Brian mouth spread into that gorgeous crooked grin that Paul knew all too well.

“Good boy,” Brian nodded in approval, “Good dog. Down.”

The dick hanging between Paul’s legs plumped up hearing Brian say he was a good boy. Yet, it sprung to full attention being called a good dog. And just like a well-trained pet, he obeyed the simple command and dropped to his knees. He held Brian’s gaze, as he knelt in the grass at the boy’s feet, Brian tugging on his dick just inches away from Paul's face. His eyes shifted slowly down Brian’s body, appreciating the hair on his chest that hadn’t been there even a year ago, as well as the trail of it that ran from his belly button down to the cock that was now fully hard directly in front of his face.

Paul trembled slightly, nervous about what was happening, yet knowing that Brian wasn’t judging him and apparently wanted this as much as he did. He leaned forward to take Brian’s dick into his mouth, but Brian lifted it away.

“You want to taste my dick, boy?” Brian asked, already knowing the answer. Paul kept looking at his dick, wanting it even more, and nodded. “No, I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” Paul said and moved to take the cock he’d just admitted he wanted, unable to believe that he meant it.

Brian smacked him lightly on the head with his now hard cock, “Bad dog,” Brian scolded, “you only get my bone once I decide, boy.”

Feeling the hunger building in him, Paul knelt there staring at his best friend’s cock. The longer he waited, the more time he had to question what he was doing. Question why he suddenly wanted to suck cock so badly. But not just any cock, Brian’s cock. He wanted to taste his best friend’s dick and he wasn’t quite sure where this was coming from. He didn’t know how to process the conflicted feelings overwhelming him or the jumbled thoughts racing through his brain.

“You can take care of my balls first,” Brian offered, holding his hard dick up to give Paul access to what hung underneath. Instinctively, Paul lifted up Brian's sack with his nose and pressed his face into that space between his nuts and his asshole. He took in deep breaths and was reminded of the scent from this morning when Brian had been kneeling above Paul’s face. The smell coming off of Brian earlier had been much stronger, and Paul felt disappointment that the river had washed away much of the sweat from their day.

Still, here he was with his nose pressed into his friend's crotch. His dream come true. He hesitantly extended his tongue and lapped it against the ballsack hanging in his face. It didn't really taste like much, maybe just a hint of saltiness which Paul knew was Brian's ball sweat. How low had he sunk that he was here on his knees willingly licking his friend's junk. Brian moaned above him when Paul's wet tongue made contact with his sack and that was enough encouragement for Paul to take another swipe. And then another. And before he realized it, he was lapping at the balls like a dog would lick its own nuts.

"Fuck yeah, dude," Brian panted, "Clean my nuts, fag. Be my ball washer."

Despite the humiliating words coming from Brian's mouth, the appreciative tone reassured Paul and he went wild for Brian's balls. He licked and licked and nuzzled his nose under them to breath in his friend, eventually opening up his mouth and sucking in Brian's loose sack and one of his balls.

"That's it boy, suck on your man's nuts," Brian moaned, "Get 'me both in your mouth, dog."

Paul struggled to get both his friend's big balls into his mouth, but he was eager to please Brian and ultimately succeeded. He'd opened his mouth as wide as it would go and carefully sucked until the other ball slid into his mouth beside the first. Now he knelt there, holding Brian's nuts in his mouth, rubbing his tongue against them as he sucked on them gently.

"Look up at me," Paul heard and shifted his gaze up to see Brian staring down at him, "Do you know how hot you look right now, with your mouth full of a man's balls, my balls? Keep this up and you'll get a mouthful of what's stored in them."

Paul couldn't suppress a moan as he heard Brian promise to reward him with cum if he continued to please him. If Paul hadn't yet accepted that he wanted to suck Brian's cock, there was no denying it now. He wanted to taste his best friend's cum, and more than the little bit he'd gotten this morning when he'd been allowed to stroke Brian's dick and some of the load firing out had got on his tongue. More than what he'd been able to suck off the sock that Brian had used to wipe up both their cum, before rubbing it all over his face and stuffing it in his mouth.

It had felt humiliating to have Brian rub the cummy dirty sock all over his face, and yet his dick had reacted when that same sock had been shoved in his mouth. That act of domination was so hot to Paul, but he didn't understand why. He'd been embarrassed all morning, wondering if any of the other boys could tell he was walking around with dried cum on his face. Brian hadn't let him wipe it off and Paul could smell their cum all morning. At the time, he'd been thankful to wash it off in the river, but now he was wanting nothing more than Brian to fill his mouth up with cum directly from his cock.

A hand pressed against Paul's forehead and he felt Brian extract his nuts from his mouth. He began licking feverishly at them again once they'd been pulled free, but Brian took a step back and now his balls were just beyond the reach of Paul's tongue. He tried to lean forward, but Brian now held him in place by the hair.

"Stick your tongue out, boy," Brian ordered, and Paul quickly obeyed, looking up at his friend eagerly. Brian just smiled down at him and took hold of his cock and guided his dick down until it hovered just above Paul's tongue.

"Don't do anything other than keep your tongue out, boy," Brian instructed and Paul nodded to show he understood. He shifted his gaze to the dick in his face and saw a drop of precum on the end. Satisfied with his friend's obedience, Brian pressed his dick down and wiped the head of it on Paul's tongue.

When his tastebuds registered the drop of precum, his mouth watered like crazy. "It tastes so good," Paul said, speaking his thoughts.

"What was that?" Brian asked, pulling Paul's head back by his hair to look up at him.

"It tastes so good," Paul repeated, staring up at his friend's handsome face.

"Call me Sir, fag."

"It tastes so good, Sir."

"Yeah fag, good boy," Brian's face broke out into a huge grin again, "You want me to nut on your face, fag?"

"Please Sir."

"Good dog," Brian pulled Paul back into his junk. He grabbed his big nuts in his fist and rubbed them across Paul's forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks. Residual spit from the earlier ball sucking was now smeared all over. His friend's hairy nuts connected with every inch of his face, before Brian pushed his hard cock back down to Paul's open mouth, "Lick my piss slit, dog."

Paul was eager to taste his friend's dick again and stuck out his tongue to lap at the tip of Brian's beautiful cock. Something ignited in his brain when his tongue made contact with the head and Paul tried to lunge forward. But Brian's grip tightened in his hair holding him in place, as he pulled his hips back.

"Hold up, dog, what did I say about you getting my bone," Brian lightly slapped him across the face, more to make a point than to hurt him, "And get your paws off your dick, pup. You're meant to be focused on mine. Don't be selfish, boy. I'll tell you when you can touch yourself and get off, so you should just forget you even have a dick until then. My cock is the only one that matters."

Paul hadn't realized it until Brian said something just now, but he had been furiously jacking his own hard dick. Brian not too gently kicked his foot at Paul's crotch, knocking his hand away from his dick and batting at the boy's balls dangling down. Paul groaned from the pain, but he didn't move to stop him. He somehow felt it was Brian's right to do it if he wanted, and pushed his hips forward into Brian's foot while instinctively moving his hands behind his back.

"Fuck yeah, pup," Brian seemed to approve and kept tapping his friend's vulnerable balls, "You'd let me pretty much do whatever I want just to get a chance to polish my knob, wouldn't you boy?"

"Yes Sir," Paul nodded emphatically. It was almost as if he could physically feel the power that Brian had over him now. Each time Brian called him, boy, pup, dog, even fag, it turned up the volume of Paul's desire to submit to his friend. The way Brian naturally was in control and had taken charge, flipped a switch in Paul's head that told him this was the way it was meant to be.

"Alright boy, get back on my nuts and let them soak in your warm mouth," Brian ordered, as he began to slowly stroke his hard cock in Paul's face, "While I work out a load for you."

There was something so hot about the way Brian just expected Paul to do what he said. And Brian wasn't being an asshole or acting like a cocky jock, there was even a certain affection in his voice when he spoke to Paul and called him fag or dog. It was different than Scotty calling his little cousin faggot, you could tell Scotty meant to hurt the boy with his words. But it felt different between Brian and Paul and he actually liked hearing Brian use those terms with him. In their exchange, Paul almost felt like Brian's pet.

First one ball and then the other were sucked in and now he just knelt there with Brian's balls back in his mouth, mesmerized by the dick being stroked in his face. He was sure he must look ridiculous, his cheeks bulging with a pair of hairy nuts, but he couldn't care less as he watched his idol jerk off. The hand that wasn't on Brian's dick remained on the top of Paul's head and now stroked his hair rather than pull it. He stared down at Paul, tilting his head side to side to look at Paul from different angles. He seemed to really enjoy seeing his friend like this, and Paul did his best to caress the flesh of the ballsack with his tongue.

"Fuck dude, that feels amazing," Brian patted Paul on the head, "Good boy."

All Paul could do was moan into his friend's balls and suck and lap at them harder. This caused Brian to moan out loud and throw his head back, increasing the speed of his dick stroking.

"You ready for it, pup," Brian once again pulled his head back by the hair to force him to look at Brian, as Paul sucked on his friend's balls and let him jack his dick in his face. "You want my cum in your mouth, dog," Paul nodded eagerly, as he held Brian's gaze.

"You realize that once I drop my load in your mouth, fag, that it means you are mine, right?" Brian had this wild look in his eyes, a mixture of lust and power, "You want that, boy, to be my pup?"

Paul needed to do more than just nod to respond, so he reluctantly pulled off Brian's balls, "Fuck yes, Sir, please, I want to be your pup!"

"Good fucking boy," Brian shouted and shoved his dick into Paul's mouth, just as jets of cum began to gush from it. Paul's entire body trembled and his own dick lurched to finally having Brian's cock in his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, even as he accepted the fact that his mouth was currently being flooded with his friend's immense amount of cum.

"Come on, fag," Brian said, as he pumped his pole between his friend's lips, firing off more cum, "Work my cock, boy, get all the cum out."

The moment he was living in now, was even better than the dream he'd woken from this morning. To finally have Brian's cock filling his mouth, as it spit up rope after rope of his thick cum, was a dream come true. He swallowed at least two mouthfuls of seed before Brian pulled his cock from Paul's newly christened cocksucker lips. Initially, Paul felt disappointment that Brian was finished cumming, until he realized that Brian had simply pulled out to spray the last of his load all over Paul's face.

Once the last shot of cum left Brian's dick, he stuffed it back into Paul's mouth for cleanup. While he couldn't say exactly how long he'd secretly wanted to suck his best friend's dick, he knew he didn't want it to be the last time. He was hooked. As if reading his mind, Brian pulled his dick out of Paul's mouth and said, "Don't worry pup, that's not the last time you'll be taking my load. You're my boy now, no denying it. You got the taste of my cum in your mouth to prove it."

Darren was unable to comprehend what he was seeing and what he had just heard his brother shout out from up on the rock. Darren stood between Craig and Matty, as he stared up at his brother kneeling on the ledge of the rock at the feet of Steve and Mark.

“What the fuck?!” Craig blurted out, drawing the attention of the three boys on the rock above.

Darren saw the panicked look on his older brother’s face and Randy jumped to his feet and headed to the edge, as if he was going to dive off in the protection of the water below. But Marked grabbed at a leash that was dangling between Randy’s legs and pulled it taut. Darren realized that the leash was attached to his brother in a way that meant Mark now literally had him by the balls.

“Bring him down here,” Craig ordered, and Mark and Steve seemed only too eager to comply as they began the descent, dragging Randy behind them, who was rushing to keep up in an attempt to save his balls.

Darren suddenly felt worried for Randy, concerned that Chris could show up any minute and see his best friend like this. Earlier, after Darren had watched Matty suck Chris’ cock, Chris had decided that they should head off to find the other group of boys. Once they got started on the walk up river though, they ran into Scotty heading in the opposite direction. Chris told Craig and Matty to go ahead and take Darren and that he’d be right behind them, he just needed to talk to Scotty alone. Darren was happy to get away from Scotty and hoped that Chris yelled at him, now that Chris knew about Scotty having shared Darren with his group of friends this week without Chris’ permission.

Once the two boys and Randy were down from the rock, Craig grabbed the leash from Mark and yanked Randy forward in front of him. “Kneel,” was the simple command he gave to Randy, before turning his attention to Mark and Steve, “Alright, explain.”

“Pretty simple,” Mark started, “For the last week, Randy here has been training as my personal faggot.”

“And he lusts after Chris,” Steve was quick to add, “Isn’t that right, fag?”

Darren was shocked to hear that Randy was a faggot too and that he wanted Chris. He watched as Randy looked down, ashamed, with tears welling up in his eyes. In that moment, Darren felt even closer to his brother, hoping for the day that they could both serve Chris together.

“Is that true?” Craig said, grabbing Randy by the chin and lifting his head up to look at him.

“Yes Sir,” Randy admitted, as a single tear escaped and ran down his cheek. Darren noticed that Craig’s dick was rock hard in his shorts.

“I just can’t believe it,” Craig said, before noticing the brown tip of Randy’s nose, “Is that what I think it is on your face? You look like such a stud and you are older than all of us, but here you are calling me Sir with what I think is shit on the end of your nose.”

“I agreed to keep his ‘dirty’ secret from my brother,” Mark laughed at his own joke, “Because I knew how pissed Chris would be to find out his friend for so many years had been perving on him the entire time. But I figured no reason why I shouldn’t own the fag and use him myself.”

“Well, Randy,” Craig smiled down at Darren’s big brother, “I’m willing to not say anything to Chris, but you should be more careful unless you are hoping he finds out and wants to let you be his bitch. It would definitely be hot to watch you serving him. My boy, Matty, just sucked his cock and he seemed to really enjoy it, but I think I’d like it more to see you sucking him off.”

“Chris was the one who suggested we come find you,” Matty joined in, smirking down at Randy, “Thinking you might like to have me suck your dick.”

“Instead of my bitch sucking your dick,” Craig decided, stepping to the side and guiding Matty to stand in front of Randy, “I think you should be the one sucking his. I’m sure you’ll like it, it’s a good mouthful.”

As Matty pulled down his speedo and his big dick flopped out, Darren saw his brother’s mouth drop open and eyes fixate on the cock in front of him. Without any further instruction, Randy leaned forward and took the dick into his mouth and began to suck hungrily on it. Matty moaned as his dick was engulfed.

“You're allowed to cum, boy,” Craig said to Matty, turning his head and kissing him hard on the mouth, “But you better be quick, before Chris gets here. Who knows how long he’ll be talking to Scotty.”

Darren saw the look of fear flash across Randy’s face, even as it was stuffed with Matty’s dick. Then Craig moved over to Darren and guided him to his knees next to Randy. Without being told, Darren opened his mouth when Craig offered his big dick.

“Good boy,” Craig moaned, as Darren lapped at the dick in front of him and sucked on the head. Darren looked up at Craig, who smiled down at him, before leaning over and kissing Matty again. Darren could see Craig sticking his tongue in Matty’s mouth, as the boy moaned from the pleasure of the kiss and from getting his dick sucked.

Randy was frantically sucking Matty’s dick, apparently trying to get the boy to cum quickly. Darren watched his older brother as he pulled off Matty’s dick and sucked on his balls, before moving back to the cock and taking the full length until Randy’s nose was pressed against Matty’s smooth crotch. Based on the noises that Matty was making, what Randy was doing must feel good, so Darren tried the same thing on Craig. Once his face was under Craig’s balls and he started licking, Darren felt a hand on the back of his head holding him in place, encouraging him to continue.

With his head turned to the side, he could watch Randy even as Darren sucked on first one of Craig’s hairy balls and then the other. He loved the smell of the older boy and the taste of him, the feel of the hand on the back of his neck causing his own little dick to get hard in his shorts. Craig began to rub his balls all over Darren’s face.

“Two fag brothers on their knees together,” Darren heard Mark comment, “Sucking dick side by side.”

Matty grabbed Randy’s head in both hands and began to pump his dick furiously in and out of Randy’s mouth, “Please can I cum,” Matty nearly begged Craig.

“Yeah, boy, got for it,” Craig allowed, as he slipped his own dick back into Darren’s mouth, “Pump your load into the fag’s belly.”

Darren’s focus was back on Craig’s dick, so he couldn’t see Randy, but he could hear his older brother gagging on Matty’s cock. And then Darren heard the unmistakable sound of Matty having an orgasm, and most likely flooding Randy’s mouth with semen. The noises coming from both Randy and Matty made Darren that much more eager to suck on Craig’s dick and earn the same reward. He was disappointed when Craig withdrew his dick from Darren’s mouth, once Matty had pulled out of Randy, so that Craig could take Matty’s place.

“My turn,” Craig said, as Darren watched him shove his cock into Randy’s mouth in one thrust, until his balls were resting against Randy’s chin. Randy raised his hands to try to push Craig away, but Craig just slapped his hands down and held him firmly by the back of the head. Darren began to worry that Randy might choke to death, just as Craig finally let him pull off the huge dick, before plunging back into his brother’s throat.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Steve said, stepping up to Darren and petting the top of his head, “Why don’t you do the same thing to my dick, boy? I remember how much you like sucking my cock.”

Steve’s kindness reminded Darren of how Scotty was the complete opposite. Darren eagerly took Steve’s dick into his mouth, realizing as he did that there were now two brothers, him and Randy, sucking the dicks of two brothers, Craig and Steve. Darren couldn’t help but giggle around Steve’s cock. He was happy in that moment, next to his older brother, realizing that it was okay to be a faggot, since his brother was one too.

Then he thought about how he felt with Scotty, and how bad it felt to be a faggot for him. The last few days with Scotty had been horrible. Scotty had left bruises on his arms from being so rough. Darren had been afraid to take off his shirt to go swimming today, knowing that Chris would ask about the bruises. And how would he explain the scratches on his sides, scratches from when the dog had tried to fuck him a few days ago. Luckily, the tent had been dim last night, so that neither Chris or Randy could see the marks on his body.

“Craig, you mind if your boy sucks me off?” Darren heard Mark ask, “I’m feeling a little left out.”

“Of course,” Craig responded, as he continued to gag Randy on his dick repeatedly, “I’m getting to use your bitch, only fair that you should get to try out mine.”

“Thanks dude,” Mark said, as Matty knelt down next to Darren and smiled at his fellow fag.

“Please may I suck your cock,” Matty asked, staring up at Mark, who nodded his approval. Mark let out a soft moan when he felt the warmth and wetness of Matty’s mouth on his dick.

So there they were, three fags, sucking three cocks. Sounds of slurping and gagging were coming from either side of Darren, now that Matty had started to work on Mark’s cock. Steve let Darren suck dick at his own pace, not rushing him or forcing him. The same couldn’t be said for Craig and Randy, though. Darren wasn’t sure who wanted Craig to cum more, Randy or Craig himself. The harder Craig seemed to use Randy, the more Darren’s big brother seemed to moan for it, reaching up and grabbing Craig’s ass to pull the boy deeper into his throat. On the other side of Darren, Mark was being more respectful of Craig’s property and was slowly pumping his dick in and out of the boy’s mouth.

“As much as I’d love to spend all day fucking your throat,” Craig announced suddenly, breaking the relative silence of cocksucking around them, “I want to nut before Chris shows up, so I’m going to need to speed up this process.”

With that, Craig shoved Randy off his dick and told him to tilt his head back and open his mouth. Once Randy had complied with the order, Craig began to jerk his cock directly above Randy’s face and aiming his dick down. Darren noticed that Mark had now taken control of the situation with Matty and was being more forceful with pumping his cock as Matty wrapped his lips tightly around it.

“You want to taste my cum again, boy,” Steve asked Darren, a gentle tone to his voice, “You want to make me feel good enough to shoot my seed on your tongue?”

Darren didn’t attempt to answer with his mouth full, and instead nodded enthusiastically and began to suck harder on Steve’s dick in his mouth. He was rewarded with a big smile from the handsome boy standing above him, who titled his head back and humped his hips forward. Just as Steve’s moans of pleasure got louder and his thrusts into Darren’s mouth more insistent, Darren heard Craig start to shout.

“Fuck yeah faggot, get ready,” Craig warned Randy. Darren continued to suck Steve’s dick, even as he looked over to watch Craig and Randy. The one was stroking his cock in a blur, as the other knelt with his mouth open and begging moans coming from him. And with what was more like a growl than anything else, Craig’s cock exploded, spraying cum all over Randy’s face, chest and hair. Darren saw his brother swallow the cum overflowing from his mouth, only to extend his tongue for more as the dick in his face continued to pump out more seed.

Then to his other side, Darren heard Mark moaning wildly and he looked in the direction of Mark and Matty just in time to see Mark plunge his dick fully into Matty’s mouth. Chris’ younger brother hunch over Matty’s head and held it tight, apparently filling Matty with his cum as well.

Steve gently slapped Darren’s face to get his full attention back on his cock. He pulled his eyes off the incredibly hot image of Mark cumming into Matty’s mouth and put all his energy into sucking Steve and earning his cum, just like the other faggots had earned cum from their men. And it wasn’t long before his efforts paid off and he was receiving the gift of Steve’s cum filling his mouth. Steve had taken control at the end, when he was so close to cumming that he couldn’t bear the wait any longer. The feeling of Steve gripping him by the hair and using it to guide Darren up and down his cock, until the boy’s hot cum splashed the back of Darren’s throat and across his tongue.

“Good fucking boy,” Steve moaned as he jerked his dick between Darren’s tight lips, working out every last drop of cum from his balls. Once he was finished, he withdrew his cock and slapped it playfully against Darren’s nose, while tousling his hair.

“Damn, dude,” Craig laughed as he looked down at Randy’s cum covered, “I don’t think I’ve ever coated Matty with that much cum.”

Mark laughed as well when he saw the state of Randy, “I hope you thanked him for making you look so pretty, faggot.”

Randy turned red underneath the cum facial and looked up to Craig, even as cum dripped from his chin and onto his chest. “Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to suck your cock and taste your cum.”

“You’re welcome. Chris doesn't know what he’s missing, you’re a damn fine cocksucker.” Craig said, just as they heard voices approaching and rustling down the path.

Darren saw complete terror in his brother’s eyes, as he recognized Chris’ voice drawing near. Randy jumped up and ran toward the river, not realizing that Craig was standing on the leash connected to the set of low hanging balls between Randy’s legs. Once the leash reached its maximum length, Randy howled in pain as his balls were yanked backward. But he didn’t stop and his howling only increased as his balls finally pulled through the collar, releasing him and allowing him to dive into the river and avoid Chris seeing him in such a shameful state.

As Scotty’s cum shot out into the container of potato salad, he continued to imagine he was fucking Mark’s virgin ass and dumping his load in his new bitch. He'd be the first to breed Mark, but not the last if Scotty had his way. Seemed only fair that Scotty get to break in Mark as a new fag, since Mark had stolen the chance for Scotty to break in Randy. Maybe he’d even let his other faggot have a turn at Mark’s hole, humiliate him further. Scotty couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, as he finished cumming.

He milked out the last of his seed and then stuck his cock into the tub of potato salad. He used his still hard dick to stir his cum into the side dish everyone, but him, would be eating for dinner soon. As he surveyed the meal he’d prepared for the group, he hoped they were hungry. He’d paid special attention to Chris’ plate of food, which was just sitting there waiting to be served. Scotty figured Chris only had himself to blame, for leaving Scotty back at camp to make them all dinner that night as part of his punishment.

Earlier, after Scotty and Mark had fought at the river, he'd been furious. He couldn’t believe that Mark had turned on him, stealing Randy away from him as well as disrespecting Scotty in front of his friends. Having Mark push him into the river was nothing, that was a pussy move and showed what a coward Mark really was. Rather than facing Scotty in a fight, he caught him off guard and pushed him off the rock. The part Scotty was angry about was how Mark had broken down his defenses, shoving his fingers in Scotty asshole. It had hurt so bad and Scotty couldn’t think of fighting back when all he could focus on was his hole being invaded.

Climbing out of the river, his clothes sopping wet, he couldn’t think clearly. All he knew was he had to get out of there to avoid having to look at any of them and have them see him crying. Not crying because he was weak or a baby, but because he was angry and wanted to hurt Mark more than anyone he'd wanted to hurt before. And there had been plenty of people in his life he'd wanted to hurt for good reasons. Now Scotty had added Mark to the list, one that already included Chris and Craig. Scotty planned to make them all sorry for disrespecting him.

After the incident at the river, he’d walked back to the main camp and tried to ignore the squishing of his feet in his wet shoes. Scotty had arrived at camp just in time to witness the culmination of Matty's blowjob to Chris. They hadn’t seen him watching from the trail, but noticed him sitting at camp as they headed off to the swimming hole Scotty had just left. There was no mistaking the anger in Chris'' eyes, and this was confirmed when Chris told the others to go on ahead and he'd be right behind them, after he had a talk with Scotty.

Even before the others were out of earshot, Chris tore into Scotty. It seemed that Chris had found out about the fag games and how Scotty had allowed Darren to be used by his group of friends. It was obvious Chris was pissed, and it was all Scotty could do to keep a big grin off his face. He just stood there listening to Chris rant, while thinking about how the asshole didn’t even know everything that had happened to Darren. Scotty was so tempted to tell this arrogant jackass how it hadn’t only been his group of friends who’d had their dicks in Darren’s mouth. He wondered how Chris would react to find out that a group of high school boys and even their dog had sampled the little fag’s cocksucking skills. Or that Chris could no longer claim the fag’s ass as his own, that Scotty’s cum was the most recent to be deposited into Darren’s hole. But he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to press his luck, and just tried to portray a look of regret for his actions.

Once Chris had finished with a speech that Scotty had barely paid attention to, he ordered Scotty to prepare dinner. He also shared that Scotty was no longer allowed to use Darren and that Craig had agreed Matty was off limits too. Hearing this only pissed Scotty off at Craig even more. Scotty fumed internally, while portraying himself as a boy who regretted his actions. Chris seemed to buy Scotty’s act and left Scotty to his tasks.

As Chris had walked off, his parting comment had sent a chill down Scotty's spine. “Of course, dinner may not be the only thing you serve tonight. Just because you can’t get your dick sucked, doesn’t mean you can’t suck mine again.”

So now here he was, enjoying his punishment immensely. He decided dinner would consist of hot dogs, with baked beans and potato salad. He set aside enough food for himself and his allies in the group at this point, Steve, Brian and Paul. For the rest, he had a special menu planned. He poured the beans into a pot and then set it down on the ground at his feet. Scotty couldn’t help but smile as he pulled out his dick and started to piss into the beans. He added enough to give it some extra flavor before directing his stream onto the side of Chris’ tent next to him.

He then took the plate of hot dog buns intended for the rest of the group. One by one, he wiped his ass with the buns, before adding a nice wad of spit as an extra condiment to each. He completed his prep work with the cum in the potato salad, his orgasm fueled by his visions of fucking Mark. Once everything was ready to be cooked, he went for a swim in the river near camp.

Swimming and sunning himself allowed Scotty’s mind to lay out a plan for taking down Craig and Chris tomorrow. The real work was going to be convincing Mark to participate in Chris’ downfall. The brothers seemed to have a pretty tight bond and Scotty wasn’t quite sure yet how he’d trick Mark into being part of this. First, Scotty would have to fake an apology to Mark for their fight over Randy earlier. Scotty would swallow his pride, knowing the real prize was much bigger than Randy. Once Mark and he were back on good terms, he’d begin to plant the seeds of doubt.

He’d tell Mark about how he caught Chris, Craig and Matty together and that it had seemed way more gay than just a straight dude letting a fag suck his dick. He'd question why had Craig been standing behind Chris, holding him while Matty sucked his cock. He’d ask Mark if he noticed how Chris and Craig looked at each other.

Then he'd bring up Darren and the way Chris protected the fag and was so affectionate with him. It was so different from how Mark and Scotty used Randy. It was obvious that they used Randy to get off and show their superiority over the faggot, the way every fag was meant to be used. But Chris wasn’t like that with Darren. This should be enough to get Mark thinking he was superior to his older brother. Then Scotty would offer up an 'idea' for a way that could help confirm if Chris was gay or not.

It would be even easier with Steve, since they all knew that Craig and Matty were really boyfriends, despite how they might otherwise try to portray themselves at school and to anyone other than their small group. The approach with Steve would focus on how selfish Craig was being, not letting his own brother fuck his bitch boyfriend, Matty. And that since Craig himself was gay, why shouldn’t he be offering or even begging to suck his hot younger brother’s dick. There wasn’t any reason that Steve shouldn’t be getting to use both of them on a regular basis. Wasn’t it about time that he get the respect he deserved being the straight brother. Didn’t this camping trip offer Steve the perfect opportunity to show Craig who the real man in the family was.

As to how to get the other two to agree to help, Scotty knew without a doubt that Brian would support Steve in whatever way necessary and Paul would follow the lead of his idol, Brian. Scotty felt pretty damn proud of himself for having come up with such a rock solid plan. Now that he'd figured out what to do for tonight, Scotty shifted his thinking to how to execute the plan tomorrow. He knew it was going to be necessary to separate Craig and Chris, so it was just a matter of how to accomplish that.

Somehow he’d split them up into groups, sending Craig upriver with Steve, Paul and Randy, while Scotty would go downriver with with Chris, Mark and Brian. He figure out a reason for Matty and Darren to stay behind at camp, he couldn't afford to the chance that either of the fags might try to help their boyfriends. Right when they sprung the trap, they'd have to convince Randy to help if he didn’t want Chris to find out about him. The irony was not lost on Scotty, since Randy would be Scotty’s secret weapon against Chris. Once they were in their groups, he'd throw Chris off by outing Randy to him. The shock of learning his best friend was a fag would give Scotty, Mark and Brian the opening they’d need to overpower Chris. As the the wannabe stud cried about his friend being a faggot, he'd be sucking them off one by one, turned into a faggot himself.

And to end a great day, he would make the man kneel in the middle of camp and let everyone watch as Scotty hosed Chris down in piss. This would be before making him suck his cock and eat his cum. Using Chris in the same way that he’d used Scotty, but taking the humiliation up several notches by letting all the boys witness the once mighty Chris' downfall. Maybe he’d even have Craig join Chris in the middle and piss on them both and make them kiss with his dick between them. They would join the ranks of their fellow fags, Randy, Darren, and Matty. With the image of the five faggots lined up in a row waiting to serve, Scotty dozed off sunning himself on the same rock that Chris, Matty and Craig had fagged out on.

Randy's day had gone from bad to worse. First he woke with Darren cuddled between him and Chris, and he instantly regretted the night before. His actions would surely have consequences. There was no way that he could behave like that with his best friend, eating his ass, sucking on his balls and even licking his cock, without Chris not seeing him differently and possibly thinking he must be a fag. Once Chris woke up and didn’t say anything about the night before, it only filled Randy with more anxiety waiting for the shoe to drop. As much as he had loved getting to be so close to Chris, he wished he could go back in time and erase it.

After breakfast, when it was suggested that he should accompany Mark and some of the others on a hike upstream, Randy had reluctantly agreed. At least this would get him away from Chris, giving them more time to forget what had happened. It didn’t take long for Randy to wish he’d made a different choice though, as he was made to endure being walked naked by his balls. If that humiliation wasn’t enough, he had Mark and Scotty fighting about who should have got the chance to fuck him first. Once Mark had won that battle, he claimed his prize by using Randy’s face as a literal asswipe.

This excitement was followed by getting exposed as a fag to two more of the boys and sucking their cocks in exchange for their silence. The most embarrassing part was having his little brother learn about his dirty secret and watch him suck teenage dick. But this was nothing to the fear that gripped him when he heard Chris coming, about to find Randy kneeling in front of Craig with a face full of the teenager's cum.

At least things seemed to go better for him once Chris showed up. The other boys backed off and left him alone mostly, keeping their promise to not out him as a faggot to his friend. His balls ached from him nearly tearing them off the leash, wanting to get to the river to wash off all traces of his new existence. All things considered, the rest of the afternoon had been fairly uneventful.

That wasn’t to say the boys didn’t find little ways to torment him. Once, while they were standing waist deep in the river, Craig ran his hand over Randy’s ass and fingered his hole as they talked with Chris. And later, Mark made Randy jerk his cock under the water and even dive down to suck it a little. As a reward for being such a good faggot, Mark had been nice enough to give Randy his dog tags back. As Mark took them off from around his neck and handed them to Randy, he said no didn’t need them now since they both knew who owned his ass.

Randy knew his faggot fate was sealed, since he couldn’t stop lusting after all the boys despite the way they treated him. He found himself watching Chris and Craig interact and thinking how hot they both were. Then he’d focus on Mark and Steve cementing their new friendship and thinking the same of the two younger brothers. The resemblance of the siblings was so striking, it wasn’t surprising that he found them all equally attractive.

Randy saw that Darren had climbed up on the rock and sat at the edge watching them all but not joining in. Their eyes met and Randy felt concerned by the sadness he read on his little brother’s face. He motioned for him to come join him, but Darren just waved and smiled half heartedly and gave a thumbs up to indicate everything was okay. Randy decided to let it go for now and talk to his brother later when they could have a moment alone. It continued to worry Randy that last night might have been too much for Darren, being fucked by his own brother.

Just as the sun was starting to go down, Chris said they should head back to camp for dinner. As they walked, Chris didn’t even comment on Randy being naked while the rest of the boys all wore swim shorts. Randy felt embarrassed to be walking beside Chris, and tried to hide his dick as it started to grow. He was relieved when he was able to retrieve his pile of clothes by one of the tents and get dressed again.

As they walked, Chris told Randy about what Scotty had done with Darren that week. Randy was shocked and pissed at his cousin. He was happy to hear that Chris was punishing him, and wouldn’t allow Scotty to use Darren again. As angry as Randy, he knew that there really wasn’t anything he could do himself, without risking Scotty telling Chris that it hadn’t just been Darren he’d used. He would just have to be satisfied with whatever Chris came up.

Back at camp, Scotty had prepared quite a feast, corn on the cob, baked beans, potato salad and hot dogs. Chris wouldn’t let anyone help him and he wasn’t allowed to eat until after he’d served everyone else. Randy was disappointed that Scotty didn’t seem as bothered by the tasks as he otherwise should be. For his part, the boy was gracious and attentive, smiling as he handed each of them their plates of food. Randy wondered if Chris’ talk with Scotty and the punishment had made the boy realize just how wrong his behavior had been. Maybe he learned his lesson. Randy doubted it, but still hoped for Scotty to have a change of heart and stop using Randy too.

After dinner, Mark and Steve decided to go back to their tent and Randy was surprised when they invited Scotty. After the earlier incident between them, Randy wondered if they’d ignore Scotty the rest of the weekend. All seemed forgiven though and they headed off, with Paul and Brian going with them. Darren said he was going to lay down and crawled into his tent. Matty followed to check on him.

Craig grabbed beers from the cooler and handed one to Chris who was seated on the log facing the fire. He turned to where Randy was sitting to the left and gave him a beer too. The smell of marijuana surrounded him and Randy looked to see Craig standing behind Chris as they passed a joint between them. Chris took a puff before handing it to Randy, who took two hits and almost immediately felt a bit stoned. Craig began massaging Chris shoulders as they talked. In his slightly buzzed state, Randy sat there enjoying the view of the two handsome men there with him.

Craig had his shirt off and Randy could see the muscles flexing as he massaged his strong hands on Chris’ shoulders. Craig bent down and whispered something in Chris’ ear, to which Chris gave a slight nod. Craig reached down to grip the bottom of Chris’ shirt and pulled it up and off. Now both were shirtless in front of him and Randy had to put his hand in his crotch to hide the raging hardon tenting the front of his shorts. Craig continued to give Chris a massage, with his hands frequently leaving the shoulders to move down Chris’ hairy chest. The difference between the two was striking. Randy thought that Craig looked like he could be on a football team, based on his muscular build, whereas Chris’ more slender tight frame showed off his swimmer’s body.

Emerging from the tent, Matty paused when he saw Craig and Chris together. Randy found something exciting about how Matty had been nearly naked in a speedo around them all night. When Matty joined them, Chris asked how Darren was. Matty said he was fine, just tired, a little confused about all that had happened this week. He just needed to rest and they could deal with everything in the morning. Thoughts of Darren quickly left Randy’s mind when Craig suggested that Matty rub Chris’ feet, which the boy was more than happy to do.

There in front of him were three nearly naked men. Chris had his eyes closed as he simply enjoyed the feel of the four hands on his body. Craig was not just massaging his shoulders, his hands were roaming, sliding down arms, across the chest, caressing the back. Matty was kneading Chris’ foot with one hand, while his other hand squeezed Chris’ calves and thighs. Between the two boys, they were feeling nearly every inch of the young man sitting between them.

Matty had shifted closer and was kissing Chris’ chest and stomach, as he ran his hands up the legs of his shorts. Craig moved his hands down pulled Chris’ shorts open, allowing a cock to spring out and hit Matty in the face. Without having to be told, Matty took the dick into his mouth and began to move slowly up and down on it. As Matty sucked, Craig moved his mouth to Chris’, tilted his head back slightly and started to kiss him.

Randy’s dick was now so hard it was impossible to hide it with his hands and he just sat their with it sticking out under his shorts. Seeing Craig, so dominant himself, seeming to worship Chris like an idol, giving him the respect he deserved; it was incredibly intimate and erotic.

“This is heaven, I feel like a king,” Chris said, as he broke the kiss with Craig to look to Randy, “What are you doing just sitting there buddy, get over here. I know how much you loved eating my ass last night, so you should try Matty’s out. No one’s going to judge you. Just do what feels good.”

From behind Chris, Craig gave Randy a look that made it clear he should do it. Craig seemed satisfied when Randy got up to join them, so he went back to kissing Chris. Matty didn’t stop bobbing his head in Chris’ lap when Randy got down behind him and pulled the speedo down over the boy’s round ass. As the boy’s hole was exposed to him, Randy wondered what would make Matty keep his entire body so smooth. There wasn’t a hair anywhere on him. Combined with the boy’s longish hair and slender build, he appeared slightly feminine.

Randy pulled the speedo completely off the boy and pressed his face into that smooth ass, taking a tentative lap at Matty’s hole. A slight shiver ran through the boy’s body and Randy heard him moan around Chris’ cock. That was all the encouragement Randy needed. He let go of his pride and just did as he’d been told.

Kneeling behind Matty, Randy gazed over the boy’s body to watch Chris and Craig kissing. Randy could see the darting of tongues, even as his tongue lapped and probed Matty’s asshole. He kissed and tongued Matty, trying to imagine what it would be like to kiss Chris. Licking Matty’s smooth hole was so different from the two times Randy had been made, allowed, to lick Chris’ hairy ass. And the taste and smell was no where near similar, Chris had been musky and the taste was pungent and strong, whereas Matty had only a faint smell and light taste of clean sweat.

“Thanks for getting that pretty hole ready for me, buddy,” Randy had closed his eyes as he was comparing Matty’s ass to Chris, but now pulled away. He looked up and saw Chris looking at him with a lopsided stoned grin on his face. Chris titled his head back to speak to Craig, “You okay if I fuck him?”

Without any hesitation, Craig smiled, “My bitch is your bitch. You should know, I’ve not yet shared his ass with anyone else.”

“I’m honored,” Chris said, caressing Matty’s face as he stood up and pulled his dick from the boy’s mouth. Randy knelt there, unsure what to do, and watched with his dick throbbing in his shorts. Chris took his shirt and laid it across the log and turned to Matty, patting the spot, “Bend over for me.”

With a “Yes Sir”, Matty crawled forward on hands and knees, placed himself over the log, and raised his ass up for Chris. Chris walked behind Matty, nudging Randy out of the way, and spread the boy’s ass, admiring the smooth hole before spitting on it. Dropping to his knees, he swiped his dick across the wet hole. Without another word, he pressed his dick to Matty’s hole and popped it in, starting a slow dive into Matty’s ass. Craig stepped up and the boy quickly took the hard dick offered to him, now filled at both ends with cock.

“Why don’t you give my hairy ass a taste,” Craig said, looking intently at Randy. Without any argument, Randy got behind Craig and dropped down, now staring at the young man’s muscular ass. Craig reached back and spread for Randy, allowing him to see the asscrack and the hole visible beneath the fur. This was a man’s ass.

“Get in there and kiss my ass,” Craig ordered, and Randy didn’t hesitate. He willingly pressed his face into the hot muscular ass, his nose taking in long deep breaths as his tongue tentatively licked at Craig’s asshole. The taste instantly took Randy back to last night when he was laying under Chris and this ignited a hunger in him and he began to make out with Craig’s hole.

“My buddy digs your ass, dude,” Randy heard Chris observe. Still with his tongue trying to get deep into Craig, Randy turned his gaze up and saw Chris go back to kissing Craig.

“Yeah, he might like it more than yours,” Craig said teasingly, as he pulled back from Chris’ mouth, “So you know he likes ass, have you seen if he likes dick?”

“I don’t know,” Chris admitted, as he continued to slowly stroke his cock in Matty’s pussy, “Randy, have you sucked a dude’s dick before?”

He felt a moment of confusion, as he tried to decide how to answer. Did he tell Chris the truth, was this his chance, admit to Chris everything and get out from under the control of his tormentors, Mark and Scotty. Instead, he pulled his face out of Craig’s delicious ass, and he lied to his best friend, “No Sir.” He felt regret for not being honest, but now wasn’t the time for Chris to find out. Then panic set in as he realized he’d just called Chris, Sir.

The slip up seemed to be lost on Chris, “Then you should give it a try. Matty’s dick is free. Why don’t you get under him and taste it, tell me if you like it better than ass.”

Almost as if in a trance, Randy once again did as he was told and reluctantly stopped devouring Craig’s beefy butt and got to his feet. He just stood there and watched the three of them for a moment, enjoying the sight of two men using their bitch. “What are you waiting for,” Craig asked, smirking at Randy, “Chris wants to know if you love dick as much as you do ass.”

The only way Randy could suck Matty’s was to get on his back underneath the boy. As he got into position, Randy found it arousing that he’d been in this same position last night, staring up at Chris’ beautiful cock as it penetrated some boy’s ass. A close up view of something Randy secretly wished Chris would do to him.

“If he cums, you swallow it,” Craig informed Randy just as he was about to suck the hard dick of the boy getting fucked above him, “But don’t let him cum until I say he can.”

It wasn’t easy at first, getting the dick in his mouth. It was bouncing around quite a bit from the thrusts of Chris fucking Matty. But he was finally able to come at it from the right angle and he suddenly found his mouth full of the boy’s hard cock. The sensation seemed to really excite Matty, as the boy started to hump Randy’s mouth with quick thrusts.

“Thanks for letting me in this,” Chris said to Craig, “Your boy’s ass feels amazing.”

“Enjoy it for as long as you want,”

“I’m already so close, Sir,” Matty pulled off Craig’s dick to inform him of his approaching orgasm.

“Hold it for me, boy,” Craig told him as he shuffled around behind. Matty continued to fuck Randy’s mouth, the boy’s long dick entering Randy’s throat on the deeper thrusts. Randy was getting choked at the same time he felt his swim trunks being pulled off.

Then Craig’s body was on top of him, his mouth pressed up to Randy’s ear. As Randy’s throat was plugged repeatedly, Craig whispered, “Don’t let his dick out of your mouth. Lift and spread your legs for me and don’t make any sounds. Just keep sucking my boy’s big dick.”

There was a relative silence that followed those words. The only sounds were of Chris’ body thrusting against Matty, the unmistakable sound of kissing above him, and the occasional gagging due to the face fuck.

At first, he tried to resist Craig and not open his legs to this kid, but it was all too much. His senses were on overload and his mind simply told him it was better to obey. Give yourself to him, to someone superior. Spread your legs and let him do what he wants.

Randy’s legs opened and Craig moved between them. Next came the familiar act of a cock being pressed to his hole and Craig slid into Randy. He forced his way in, the spit from Matty’s earlier blowjob providing the only lube. Tears sprang to Randy’s eyes, as Craig began to fuck him slow and steady. Now he was the one with two cocks inside him. Now he was the faggot being used.

“I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” Chris panted, “He feels so incredible.”

“Boy, show Chris that trick I taught you,” Craig said, as he held Randy’s ankles and spread his legs painfully wide, allowing the cock to go deeper.

Randy’s nerves were shot. He was riding such an intense sexual high, coupled with almost paralyzing paranoia. He was terrified that Chris would stop kissing Matty and look back, to see his best friend getting fucked. His body seemed to be able to accept what his mind couldn’t, that he was a faggot and that it was only natural for his holes to be stuffed with cock.

“Holy fuck, that feels amazing, dude,” Chris groaned, “He’s massaging my dick with his ass.”

Then it was Matty’s turn to really start moaning, “Oh god, Sir, please can I cum.”

“Yes boy,” both Chris and Craig responded.

Not two seconds later, Matty erupted. Randy could feel the hot cum pump down his throat, before the boy pulled back. Then the cum flooded his mouth and splashed across his tongue. The taste was so different compared to the small amount of Chris’ cum he’d sampled the night before. Then Matty thrust forward again and his cock was once again buried in Randy’s throat, choking him.

His throat spasmed around Matty, causing his ass to pulse on Craig’s cock. This in turn, brought Craig to his own orgasm and Randy could now add one more man to the long list of those how had bred him. Above him, Matty’s clutching pussy must have been too much for Chris and he howled as he filled the other fag.

A few moments passed, where no one moved, all riding out their near simultaneous orgasms, with the exception of Randy who hadn’t yet cum. Chris finally collapsed on top of Matty, panting, coming down from such an intense fuck. Randy yelped as Craig roughly pulled out of his freshly seeded ass. He clenched his pussy to keep Craig’s cum from gushing out of what felt like his massively gaping hole. Craig turned Randy’s face to him, Matty’s softening dick leaving his mouth only to be replaced with Craig’s still hard one.

“Clean me off while you give my dick a try,” Craig ordered. His cock tasted of cum and ass, and Randy was given a full minute to savor it before Craig pulled out and stood up.

Randy scrambled out from underneath Chris and Matty and got to his feet just as Chris reluctantly crawled off Matty. He slapped the boy’s ass, indicating that he should get up too, which he did while looking over and smiling at Randy.

“That was hot, and now I’m exhausted,” Craig said as he gave Chris a tight hug, “So if you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna take my boy and get some sleep.”

“Thanks for sharing him,” Chris said, returning the hug. They separated and Chris pulled Matty toward him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. While they said their goodbye for the night, Craig smirked at Randy and grabbed one of his asscheeks, probing his wet hole with a finger. Then both Matty and Craig disappeared into their tent, leaving Chris and Randy alone together.

Randy’s head was spinning and he just stared at Chris, who had walked over to the cooler to get them two beers. When he turned, beers in hand, Randy’s eyes fixated on the cock and balls still hanging out under the shorts hooked beneath them.

“Dude, where are your shorts,” Chris asked with a laugh as Randy turned his head side to side to look for them, “Don’t worry about it, looks like you enjoyed your first time sucking dick. You can tell me honestly, did you like it better than eating my ass? Because I know how much you like that.”

“It was okay, I guess,” Randy looked down and tried to awkwardly cover up his still raging boner, as he took the beer Chris offered him.

“Did he cum in your mouth,” Chris asked, apparently curious to hear about his friend’s first experience as a cocksucker. Randy was again filled with guilt for keeping secrets from Chris. But he wasn’t quite ready to admit just how many cocks he’d been fed. “Don’t be embarrassed buddy, you don’t have to tell me. But if you did like dick enough to want to try it again, I’d be willing to let you try mine sometime.”

This was all fucking with his mind harder than his ass had just gotten plowed. Yes, Matty had cum in his mouth and he’d swallowed it without even considering spitting it out. But Chris could never know that. And his friend could also never know that as they stood there talking, Craig’s load was dripping from his cunt.

Chris clanked his beer with Randy’s and sat down on the log that he’d just had Matty bent over, “Matty pulled a huge load out of my balls, I don’t think there’s a drop of cum left in me. Did you get yourself off?”

Randy took a long swallow of his beer, before he answered no.

“Dude, you need to work one out. Just do it here,” Chris suggested, as he looked up into the night sky, “How perfect is this. Beautiful night under the stars, camping with your best bud. If there was ever a perfect time to stroke one out, it’s now.”

“Nah, dude, really,” Randy started to protest, but Chris cut him off.

“Seriously dude, do it,” Chris became a little more insistent, “I don’t want to think about you going to sleep with blue balls.”

Not wanting to upset Chris, Randy fondled his rock hard dick little, hoping that Chris would turn his attention to something else.

“Yeah buddy, make yourself feel good,” Chris took a drink from his beer and absently began to tug on his own soft dick as he watched his friend.

Seeing Chris touching himself caused a deep longing in Randy and he started to really pump his cock in his fist. There he was, naked, out in the open, standing by the fire, masturbating as his best friend watched him, practically ordering him to jerk off for him.

“I want you to get yourself there, dude, make it quick, come on, drain your nuts.”

Randy pumped faster, as he stared at Chris’ dick started to plump up and listened to his deep sexy voice.

“You there, buddy?”

“Almost,” Randy panted, his fist a blur.

“Good, cum, let me see you shoot your load for me,” Chris seemed to speak those words without any doubt that they wouldn’t be obeyed, “If you think it would help make you cum, you could taste my dick.”

Just the thought of Chris fucking his mouth, finally pushed Randy over the edge and a massive load of cum shot out of his cock and sprayed into the fire. The intensity of the orgasm was quickly ruined by the humiliation that suddenly washed over him. He’d just jerked off in front of his best friend, willingly doing whatever Chris suggested. They weren’t equals, and they never would be. Randy knew that their friendship had changed forever in this moment, even if Chris didn’t realize it yet.

“Feel better,” Chris asked, to which Randy simply nodded, as he looked around and finally found the shorts that Craig had pulled off him. He grabbed them and quickly covered up, “Let’s finish our beers and then get to bed. If tomorrow is anything like today, we’ll need a good night’s rest.”

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