Born to Bottom

Sean and Grant met down at the entrance to the dorm at 7:30 sharp. They had huge shit-eating grins on their faces as they fist-bumped and headed over to Rob’s.

The two boys couldn’t help but check each other out as they walked through the quad towards Rob’s place. Each one staring at the other’s body, taking in the size and strength of each other’s spectacularly jacked bodies. Each one wishing the other was a top.

Grant, wearing a snug t-shirt that was stretched across his chest, his biceps squeezing out of the short, tight sleeves. The shirt was tucked into another pair of second-skin faded jeans that looked like they would burst at the seams. The jeans hugged his round muscle-ass. His wavy black hair combed back and parted on the side. His Nike dark-navy, cross-training shoes finished off the look.

“Damn, who helped you paint on those jeans?” Sean teased, checking out Grant’s skintight jeans.

“You’re one to talk,” Grant laughed. “Where do you buy your jeans, Baby Gap?”

“Says the guy wearing a t-shirt you wore in second-grade.” Sean said as he reached over and squeezed Grant’s shoulder.

“Hey, Rob will like it, so it doesn’t matter what you think, slut,” said Grant with a light punch to Sean’s shoulder.

“Dude, I think Rob will like both of us. But if it’s a contest to see who’s sluttier, I’ll win,” Sean taunted him.

Grant felt a twinge in his stomach. He liked the thought of making Rob happy and being thought of as a slut because of his body. He planned on putting out as much as he could.

“Challenge accepted. But I’ll admit it, you look fucking hot as shit.” Grant commented as he leaned back to look at Sean’s muscle-butt

“I know.” Sean said nonchalantly with a smirk.

Sean looked amazing. He was wearing painted on jeans, a tight, red compression t-shirt that hugged the curves of his powerful arms, his thick chest stretched out the front of the shirt. His traps looked even more immense than usual.

Sean continued confidently, “This shirt plus this ass? What more could a horned up jock want in a jacked up bottom like me?

Grant rolled his eyes. “You’re so arrogant,” he laughed.

“So are you. That’s why we get along so well.”

“I thought it was because we’re both power-bottoms.” Grant quipped. He learned that term during his gangbang with Rob and his buddies.

“Oh yeah, that too.”

They laughed and joked all the way to Rob’s. Sean being the more experienced, shared with Grant what he thought was going to happen and what to do. They were both ready to get down to it because it wasn’t hard to miss two stiff cocks inside tight jeans.

Rob opened the door, took in the two gorgeous muscle boys and laughed. “Looks like there are two little boys ready to play with the big boys.”

Grant and Sean looked at each other and smiled. “Fuck yeah, we are,” Sean said.

“Get those tight asses in here.”

Rob looked sexy as hell. He was dressed in a tight, navy polo with the frat insignia stitched over his plump left pec. The shirt was tucked into a dark pair of snug designer jeans and black boots. He looked sexy dressed all preppy. The boys wondered why he was dress this way.

Both boys walked in and were each handed a shot glass of whiskey. Rob held his up in a toast and the boys did the same.

“A toast! To high school football camp and all the talent, it brings with it. And by talent, I mean ass!”

They tapped glasses and each slammed the shots back. Grant coughed, not being used to hard liquor, he was a beer guy. Rob filled them again and raised his glass.

“To hot, jacked up, sexually confused muscle-boys with tight holes!” Rob exclaimed. Again, they tapped, drank and refilled.

Once more Rob raised his glass and said, “To my boys Grant and Sean. May your hot, slutty, jock holes always be filled with cum.”

They all laughed and threw back the shots. Grant winced and hissed at the strong alcohol and shook his head a few times trying to shake off the strong taste. He knew he was headed for a long night and a big hangover in the morning.

Rob grabbed each boy around their waists and pulled them into him until all their chests were smashed together.

“Mmmmmm,” he growled. “You two are so beautiful. Perfect textbook jock bitches.

He pulled each one in for a long wet three-way kiss. Their tongues were fighting for dominance and moans were floating into the air around them.

Rob pulled away and looked at the two.

“You my boys?” Rob asked in a low, deep growl.

“Yes,” they both answered quietly at once.

“You my big, fucking muscle-boys?”

“Yes,” they answered again.

“Who owns these football jock asses?” Rob asked as he slapped each one’s ass and squeezed.

“You do,” they both answered.

“That’s right, I do.”

Rob leaned in and kissed each boy separately.

“You’ll do anything I tell you?”

Again, they answered in unison.

“No matter what it is?”

Grant and Sean looked at each other. Sean nodded to Grant and they turned back to Rob.

“YES.”

“I know you will. Tonight, boys, I’m taking you to a party. There will be lots of guests there that will want to meet you.” Rob smiled as he rubbed the massive necks of both football players.

Grant took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Meet us?”

Sean was grinning because he already knew what was going on. He patted Grant on his tight ass. “Fuck yes,” he said as he looked at Grant and then took his other hand and patted Grant’s handsome confused face and explained, “Dude...orgy.”

“Ohhhh.” Grant’s heart started to flutter.

“YES! God, I love football camp!” exclaimed Sean.

They got into Rob’s BMW, both boys in the back seat. They arrived at a massive stone estate surrounded by dense forest. It looked very old and very intimidating. Whoever owned this must have major bucks.

Rob parked and shut off the car. He produced a flask out of the glove compartment and held it out to the two boys.

“Whiskey, liquid courage. One last drink before we meet the guys. Drink up!”

The boys each took a swig and then Rob stowed it back in the compartment.

“God, I’m already drunk. This better be the last one,” Grant said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Aren’t you going to have any?” Sean asked.

“Me?” Rob said. “God no.”

“Why not?” Grant asked.

“No reason. Well, except for all the ecstasy, and GHB, and boner pills you two just guzzled.”

Grant looked at Sean, clearly confused. “GHB?”

Sean had wide eyes. “Shit.”

“What?” Grant asked naively.

“He just roofied us, dude,” Sean explained but was giddy about it.

Grant’s jaw dropped. “What? You fucking drugged us?”

Rob laughed. “Uh, yeah dude,” Rob replied like Grant should have expected to be drugged.

“Why, dude?”

“Because I wanted to get you two as slutty as possible. Relax, it was very tiny amount. Enough to get you boosted.

Sean squeezed Grants leg. “Dude, just chill. I’ve done this before. It’s too late now anyway.”

Grant sat there, eyes glaring at Rob. Grant was pissed. He liked making Rob happy and he liked guys getting off on his body, but he wasn’t sure he liked not being in control of his faculties.

“Hey, dude,” Sean said to Grant, “you’re just going to feel relaxed and chill, very open. Your inhibitions will go away.”

“You’ve done this before.” Grant stated to Sean.

“Hell yeah, couple of times. Honestly, it’s some of the best sex I’ve ever had. You just feel good all the time. You’ll be ok.”

Grant looked back at Rob. “We’re already willing, dude. I don’t get why you had to drug us.”

Rob took Grant’s square jaw in one hand and stared into his eyes. “Because you said you would do anything I told you.”

Grant started to feel warm and relaxed. Sean’s hand was slowly rubbing his thigh. He turned to look at Sean.

“You feel it buddy?” Sean asked.

Grant leaned into Sean and kissed him. Soon they were making out hard. Grant felt a feeling of euphoria as he ran his hands up and down Sean’s pumped triceps. The tactile feeling made him happy.

“Holy fuck.” Grant answered.

“Alright, bitches. It’s show time.” Rob got out, opened the back door and the two athletes stumbled out.

The boys followed Rob up the granite steps to the huge, tall wooden doors. He knocked once. The little window in the door opened.

Rob recited, “For the brotherhood.” It sounded like a password.

The door opened and they followed Rob in. Inside was a huge foyer with marble floors and dark wooden walls. The ceiling must have been twenty feet high.

“Glad you could make it, Rob,” said a voice from behind them as he closed the door.

The man was in his mid 30’s and very handsome. Tall with thick brown hair, tan and dressed like Rob, navy polo shirt with the frat insignia on the right chest. This guy was built lean, muscular, and sexy. Grant and Sean couldn’t help but stare at him with dopey smiles on their glassy-eyed faces.

Rob gave the man a bro-hug. “Dude, you know I’d never miss special Alumni nights, Brian. Besides I was tasked with bringing some entertainment,” he said as he nodded his head back towards Sean and Grant.

“Dude! Where the fuck did you find these two?” Brian asked as he moved over to the two boys.

“You forget high school football camp is going on right now?”

“Of course. Rob, you are something else. Only you would bring high school football players to attend a fucking orgy.” He ran his hands over both boy’s biceps. He noticed they were quiet, and their eyes were glassy. “They look high.”

“Yeah, slipped the bitches a mickey.”

Brian looked back and raised an eyebrow in mock suspicion. “Rob, you didn’t coerce these two boys, did you? Are these two legal?”

“They’re both the legal age, I checked. And no, I didn’t coerce them at all. I’ve been boning them all week. And yes, I needed to relax them, well, Grant here anyway. Sean’s an old pro.”

Brian smiled. “I’m Brian. And you are?” he asked Grant.

“Sup? I’m Grant,” Grant answered slowly but with a dumb smile on his face.

Sean quickly chimed in, “I’m Sean. You’re fucking hot, bro” Sean said slowly. “You wanna fuck me?”

Brian laughed. He turned and looked at Rob and back at the football players, “Yeah... BRO. I wanna fuck you.”

Sean smiled a toothy white grin. “Sweeeeet!”

They all followed Brian through the marble hallways, turning here and there until they reached another set of tall wooden double doors. Brian pushed them both open at once and they entered the room.

Grant and Sean were in awe as they looked up at the tall ceilings with mid-evil painting on the domed ceiling of the room. The room was dim with a small fire burning in the big man-sized fireplace. The dark wood of the walls added to the coziness of the room. The floor was a dark hardwood and there were Asian rugs scattered around the room under the furniture. The room was very masculine, dark colors, antique weapons; swords and guns, hung on the walls alongside giant tapestries. A gold coat-of-arms hung over the fireplace. Deep brown leather couches and high winged-back chairs were placed around the room. A cherry wood and brass bar stood in the corner with all kinds of booze placed on the mirrored shelves behind it.

“Daaaamn,” Sean said while scanning the room.

“Where are we?” asked Grant.

“This is the house of the man who founded the fraternity over 100 years ago. He left it to a secret branch of the fraternity when he died with instructions for it to be used only by fraternity members; students and alumni who, shall we say, are ‘like-minded.’”

Sean still had that stupid smile on his face. “Bro, whore house!”

Rob laughed. “You could say that. It’s a private club. We find other brothers who are into dudes, and this provides a safe place to fuck. It’s perfect for the married and other closet case alumni to come here and fuck around with guys all they want without getting caught. Sometimes we bring in male escorts, sometimes it’s boys like you.”

“Wow,” Sean said calmly.

Brian handed Rob a leather book, it looked very old with gold leaf on the pages.

“Oh, yeah. You two have to sign this. It’s an NDA,” Rob explained.

“ND… what?” Grant asked with sleepy eyes.

“Just sign it, bro,” Sean told him as he put his arm around Grants shoulder. “I want to fuck.”

Rob laughed at the lazy demeanor of the two boys. “Non-Disclosure Agreement. You can’t say anything to anyone about what you see or do here tonight.”

Grant just shrugged his shoulders and took the pen and signed and then Sean did the same.

Rob took the book back and handed it to Brian. “The house is completely staffed with gay men so there is a chef, butlers, male maids, grounds keepers. It’s a sweet deal.”

Sean giggled and asked, “MALE maids? That sounds funny, like mermaids. Male maid,” he repeated. “What, do they wear French-maids dresses and heels? Because that would be hilarious.”

Brian shrugged and said in all seriousness, “Only when we want them to.”

Sean was silent for a few seconds and then cracked up laughing.

Grant was wondering around the room in a daze. Touching all the furniture, feeling the slick leather, rubbing his hands on the fluffy pillows.

Brian pulled Rob aside. “When do we tell them they also signed a legally binding document promising to attend this university after graduation,”

“They won’t care. It’s what we all had to do. Turned out fucking great for me,” Rob said with a wink.

Rob followed behind Grant and Sean and explained the night’s activities, even though he wasn’t even sure they were listening.

“Tonight, is a small reunion of current brothers and some alums. It’s an annual thing. It’s one of the few nights most of us are gathered at the same time. We get together, talk, plan, scheme, fuck, and every year one alum and one student are tasked with finding a few hot guys to be the entertainment. This year it was an alum, Ed, and me who were honored with the task. You’ll love Ed. He owns his own health food company. He’s rolling in money and he's hot so that’s a bonus. He’s supposed to bring some guys with him as well, they should be here any minute.”

Sean stood in front of the fireplace in a trance as he followed the flicker of the flames. Rob chuckled at the sight of the muscle boy. The flames were small, it was the middle of summer. The A/C was cranked, the flames were mainly for mood.

Rob pulled Grant over to where Sean was standing. “Why don’t you two take a seat and hang out. The Brothers are all in the billiards room having a scotch and cigar. They’ll be in as soon as Ed gets here with his guys.”

An older man walked up to Rob and gave him a short hug and a pat on the back. He was shorter, very attractive with blondish brown hair, thick, a little floppy so his bangs fell across his forehead. He was dressed in the same polo, nice designer jeans and
loafers. His polo was struggling to keep his muscles inside the shirt. He was built quite well, like a gymnast. Grant started to wonder if all the older guys were this hot.

“Robby!”

“Dougie! Dude, great to see you again. Have you recovered from your ‘business trip’?” Rob asked using air quotes.

“Uh, it took a couple days, but I eventually recovered.” Doug laughed.

“You stud! A weekend with twins will do that to you.” Rob winked.

“Yes, it will.” Doug winked back. “They sure doubled my pleasure. I’m bringing them next time it’s my job to provide entertainment…WHOA!” Doug suddenly said distracted. “Who do we have here?” He was pointing behind Rob.

Behind Doug stood their buddy Ed with two incredibly built Marines in dress blues, each carrying a hat tucked under their arms. Both were over 6 foot, their hair was cut high and tight, square jaws, one with blue eyes and blonde hair and the other seemed to be a mix of some Asian and Caucasian, his slightly almond-shaped eyes were green/gray, his hair on top was thick and jet-black. Rob thought they were hot as fuck in their custom fit dress blues, especially the dark haired one. They also were intimidating as hell, big and gruff looking, serious facial expressions, both with perfect posture. It was as if they both stepped out of marine recruiting poster.

They stood close, their shoulders touching as they scanned the room.

Ed turned around to the marines and introduced them, “This here gorgeous specimen is Tyler,” he pointed to the blonde marine.

“Hi,” the blonde marine said but obviously not paying attention to his hosts because he was busy cruising the room.

“And this handsome son-of-a bitch is Mason,” Ed said and grinned like a Cheshire Cat. He whispered loudly to Rob, “He’s our mutt. Little bit of everything in that boy.”

Mason at least had the courtesy of looking at his hosts when he said hello. He looked Rob up and down, an alpha move, one acknowledging the other. Mason also thought Rob was very attractive.

“Hi,” he said, giving Rob direct eye contact. He then nodded to the room and said, “So, where’s the jock pussy? We were told there’d be jock pussy to fuck.”

Rob was taken aback at the kid’s bluntness and also his beauty, his model-like handsome face, his alpha demeanor, his body, and his eyes were mesmerizing. Rob felt a jolt of something shoot through him, a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boy. He also liked the kid’s cocky, asshole attitude.

Rob stepped up and shook Mason’s white-gloved hand. “Don’t worry, marine. There’s plenty of jock pussy to get your dick wet,” he told him with a cocky sneer and a firm gripped handshake that lasted too long. Mason squeezed the man’s hand, challenging Rob, seeing who was the strongest, eye contact stood firm. Finally, as if reading each other’s mind, they released the handshake.

Rob turned to Ed and said, “Damn Ed, I think you out did me. Where did you find two jarheads?”

Ed put his arm around Rob and hugged him tight as they both stared at the marines who were still looking around the room. Mason’s eyes caught Rob’s again and their gaze was held for a while. The marine found Rob strangely intense, sexy and he felt drawn to him. He looked away and both marine’s eyes found Sean and Grant sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. Mason nudged Tyler and nodded to the football jocks seated on the couch. They looked at each other and grinned.

“Targets acquired,” Tyler smirked.

“Fuck me,” Mason replied in an almost animalistic tone, his eyes boring into Grant’s. “Would you look at that jock pussy just sitting there waiting for us? I get the white boy,” he commanded as he and Tyler didn’t waste time heading to the couch.

Ed laughed sadistically to Rob as they watched the marines follow their cocks to the football players. “You’re not going to believe it. They were at my kid’s high school for career day. They were trying to recruit him since he graduates this year.”

“How is Ashton these days?” Rob asked with sudden interest about Ed’s son.

“He’s doing well. As you know, he’s coming to school here in the fall and on a wrestling scholarship.”

“Oh, so not going into the marines?” Rob asked sarcastically. “Looking at these two I would have enlisted right away.”

“No marines for Ash. But they tried their hardest to recruit him,” he said with a wink.

“Really? I sense a story.”

“Well, I came home early yesterday to find these two gorgeous marines spit-roasting my son on MY bed.”

“No shit!?” Rob broke up in laughter.

“Oh yeah. Ash still had on his wrestling singlet from practice for god’s sake. And get this, Mason ripped a hole in the ass of the singlet, stuck his dick through it, and he was pumping Ash like a man on a mission.”

“What did you do?” Rob laughed, knowing the answer since he knew Ed so well.

“What could I do? I let them finish!” Both Rob and Ed were laughing deviously.

“Well, it’s not like you haven’t caught Ashton getting nailed by another dude before.”

Ed turned to Rob with mock anger. “No shit you fucker!” Ed said as he punched Rob in the shoulder.

“Ow! What? The kid was begging for it. What was I supposed to do, tell him no? Have you seen your kid’s ass in a singlet??” Rob smirked.

“Well, like father, like son.” Ed nodded to the two marines and said, “These two stud-boys tag teamed Ash and me for the rest of the night. I asked them to come tonight. They weren’t too keen at first, but I promised them there would be some jock pussy to fuck and that convinced them and the free booze.” Ed chuckled. “They wanted me to bring Ash! I said no, not this time. I think Tyler has a crush on him.”

“Tops only?” Rob asked as he zeroed in on Mason, his mouth almost salivating. He always had an image in his head of the man he always thought would be perfect for him. He thought maybe Grant fit that mold. Rob didn’t think it would happen until after graduation but there he was, his picture-perfect man, right in front of him, hitting on a football player. Still, he felt a connection with the marine.

“Oh yeah. And good ones too. They claim to be bi, but whatever.”

“We’ll see about that. By the end of the night, I plan on having Marine shish kabob,” Rob said with complete confidence, ogling his new obsession in dress blues.

Meanwhile, the two marines had each taken a seat beside the jocks on the couch. Mason sat down next to Grant and put his arm around him. Mason saw this kid as easy, ripe for the picking. He was very confident in his sexual prowess, and this was like shooting fish in a barrel. Here was a situation where he had this uber-hot guy, didn’t have to coax him, or coerce him into sex, that’s the reason this kid was here, to get fucked.

“Hey, kid. I’m Mason,” he said as he pulled him close. “I’m here to fuck you.”

“Hey. Grant. I’m here to get fucked,” Grant said with a giggle.

“Right on, bro. Feeling good?” he whispered into his ear.

Grant looked over at Sean who was already making out hard with Tyler. Sean wasted no time.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, bro,” Mason whispered again into Grant’s ear. His breath was warm, and it sent shivers down his neck. “And then, I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Grant sighed.

“Yeah? You want that? Want this marine cock in your tight jock pussy?”

Grant couldn’t answer as Mason stuck his tongue down his throat, pulling him close and squeezing him hard.

He released Grant. “Look at you, bro.” The marine smacked the hard pecs of the football player. “Big muscular jock about to get his pussy fucked be a marine. Carry my jizz in your slut hole.”

“Wait! No one is fucking anyone. Yet.” Rob was standing in front of the four with his arms folded over his chest.

“Come on, Rob! I want some of this jar-head meat in my hole.” Sean whined.

“There will be plenty of opportunities for that later.” Doug chimed in. “It’s time.”

A door opened at the opposite end of the room. All four of the boys on the couch stood and turned to see whom it was coming in. Mason put his arm around Grant’s waist and held him tight to his side.

Brian was again in the lead. He was followed by a string of men, young and older. Grant recognized the youngest ones from football training. They were trainers just like Rob. There were four of them, all hot and all muscle. They were laughing and carrying on, obviously drunk.

Behind them followed six older guys, ranging from what looked like 25-50 years old, although it was hard to tell since they all looked so hot. Grant had never seen so many beautifully handsome older guys in one place at one time. There must be some kind of membership criteria that all the members must be hot and remain that way. Not one was ugly or fat, all were lean and muscular and sexy as hell.

They all gathered around the four boys. Brian asked the four to turn so they could see their bodies. There were a few whistles and catcalls. Mostly just a lot of “fuck yeah” and “hot boys.” Grant felt happy inside. He was so proud of himself, these guys all loved his body and they all wanted him.

“Alright, men!” Brian called out. “And boys,” he said nodding at the boys. “I want to officially welcome the brothers to our Alumni Weekend. And I would like to introduce tonight’s special entertainment.”

Everyone clapped. Brian waved his hand towards the four of younger guys.

He pointed at the Marines and stated, “Tops.” Then he pointed at Grant and Sean and stated, “Bottoms. That’s all you need to know.”

There were more catcalls and clapping.

“There are thirteen of us and four of them. You can top if you like. You can bottom if you want. Right, Davis?” Brian said as he pointed to a very muscular, thirty-something, Italian looking guy with olive skin and jet-black wavy hair.

“Fuck off!” yelled Davis as everyone laughed.

“Maybe later, dude. I’ll wait until you have a few loads in you first,” Brian said and winked. Obviously, Davis must be a power bottom.

Brian continued, “Ground rules: no pain, no blood, no condoms. Before we all get naked, I think we should have our guests start us off.”

More clapping.

“Boys, take it away!”

Grant looked over at Rob who had a huge grin on his handsome face. Grant smiled back and Rob mouthed the words, “you hot fuck.”

Mason and Tyler undressed from their uniforms and like true marines, folded them neatly and set them on a chair. Sean and Grant were naked by the time they were through with their uniforms.

Mason and Tyler made bee lines for Grant and Sean, each marine grabbing a football player and engaging them with kissing. They rough handled the two jocks, pulling their heads back by their hair as they licked the two boy’s throats. There was ass grabbing and cock sucking. There was ass eating and ass fingering. After the niceties were over, Sean and Grant found them selves each bent over the huge oak coffee table, facing each other, staring into each other’s eye, smiling, knowing they were about to share an experience neither would forget. The men all around were naked now. Some were making out; some were stroking off watching two marines enter the two football jocks for a hard rough fuck.

Sean watched as Grant’s eyes suddenly got big and bulged, his mouth flew open. Grant’s arm flew forward and grabbed onto Sean’s hand. He screamed as Mason sunk deep into Grant’s upturned ass.

It was Sean’s turn now. Sean looked over his shoulder at Tyler. “Just shove it in, bro.”

And Tyler did just that. Sean jolted forward, squeezing Grant’s hand even harder. Both boys looked like they were arm wrestling as they held onto each other for stability as an onslaught of fucking started from the two marines.

The marines grabbed onto the jock’s waists and pulled their asses back hard onto their cocks. The two bottoms moaning and yelling as their asses were pounded. They looked into each other’s eyes as both gritted their teeth and their faces turned bright red.

The two marines got into a rhythm and soon there was the sound of one combined slap of abs against ass. Sean and Grant on their elbows, holding onto each other as the marines high-fived each other over the jock’s heads.

Mason and Tyler were staring into each other’s eyes as well as they fucked the two jocks. Mason gave him a short nod and sneered his upper lip. “Yeah, look at you, you hot fucker. You’re so fucking hot, marine! Fuck that bitch.”

“Oh yeah, bro. You’re such a fucking stud, dude. Love watching you bone, man.”

The marines continued to fuck talk with each other, the two boys below still holding on for dear life.

Mason looked down at Grant’s ass. “Fuck! You have such a fucking, hot ass! Oh my god, you hot fucker. Take my fuck!” He started to fuck Grant even harder.

Tyler smiled wide as he watched his buddy rail the younger stud. “Sweet asses. Two hot jocks taking our fucks, buddy.”

Tyler kept fucking as he leaned forward and took Mason’s head by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long rough kiss.

Sean was tightening his grip on Grant’s hand. Grant looked at him. Sean had his eyes clenched shut as he muttered over and over, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” Grant couldn’t tell if he was in pain or if he was just in too much ecstasy.

Before he could ask there was a bottle of poppers under his nose. “Sniff.” He looked up and Rob was holding the bottle under his nose, one of his fingers pressing Grant’s nostril close so he could sniff with the other and then repeated on the other side.

Rob put the bottle under Sean’s nose and Sean breathed in hard. The rush came and that combined with the other drugs sent both bottoms into an ecstasy they couldn’t imagine. As they were slammed, Sean let go of Grant’s hand and pulled him in for a deep wet kiss. The two jocks made out hard as they continued to get plowed by two

marines. Each one holding on to the other, arms around the other’s neck as they held on and continued to grunt and groan and swear.

“Yeah, kiss your fucking boyfriend while your pussies get fucked!” Mason growled.

Mason looked at Tyler. He knew the look on Tyler’s face from the many times they tagged dudes together. He knew when Tyler was about to cum. Well, he was ready too. He reached down, grabbed a hand full of Grant’s hair. He pulled it up hard yanking Grant’s head up and back, his body jerked up onto all fours. Tyler saw and did the same thing to Sean. The boys held on tight to each other’s hard, muscular shoulders, looking at each other. Both could see the other was in pure outright pleasure. The marines pushed the two together until the two jocks were hugging each other tight, big arms wrapped about their backs, hugging, and making out.

The two marines nodded to each other again.

“Gonna cum?” Mason asked out of breath.

“Fuck yeah. Cum with me,” Tyler replied.

And at the same time, they both slammed hard into the tight jock asses below them. They both leaned forward onto the muscled backs beneath them until they were hugging each other, smashing together the two boys between them. All four heads were stuck together as both marines each thrust hard one last time and released shot after shot of marine cum into the slutty bottoms. Grant and Sean kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck! They’re cumming in us, dude!” Sean said to Grant. “Feel that, bro?”

Grant nodded his head. “Fuck yeah. Fucking marine jizz in my ass.”

The marines kept coming as they each put their foreheads together and yelled a loud “Oorah!” Then they affectionately kissed and put their foreheads together again, sweat pouring down.

“Love you, man.” Tyler said.

“Love you too, man.” Mason replied.

Grant and Sean continued to hold each other until they felt their fuckers pull their cocks from their wet holes. It hurt and both boys winced. They both collapsed onto the table but continued to hold each other.

There was much clapping and yelling from the crowd of men.

“Ok, boys. That was fucking incredible. Take some time and recover. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” Brian said as he slapped Mason and Tyler on their backs in congratulations on a job well done.

Grant pulled himself back from Sean and ran his fingers through Sean’s hair.

“Dude. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!” Grant exclaimed happily.

“Damn, dude. Damn!” Sean licked his lips and once again, looked Grant in the eyes.

Out of breath, he continued, “I’ve never seen a dude as hot as you take a fuck like you just did. Seriously, we need to start doing this more often.”

Grant kissed him. “You better fucking believe we will. I never knew getting fucked could be this good. So glad you were here with me, bud.”

“Damn. I’m so turned on watching a dude like you get fucked.”

“I think the same thing about you right now.”

“Yeah?” Sean whispered and lightly kissed Grant on the forehead.

“Yeah.”

“Hey. I mean it. I’m really glad we found out about each other.”

“Me too.”

Brian led the two marines away, his arm around their shoulders. “Damn, boys. You guys destroyed those poor boys.”

Tyler chuckled, “That was nothing. We’ve done worse.”

“I believe you,” Brian smiled, his hands moving down their backs, rubbing the two stud’s asses.

“Careful, man,” Mason warned in a serious voice. “That’s exit only.”

Brian gave them a mock look of disappointment and said sarcastically, “Aw, that’s a fucking shame. Two asses like these, screaming to be fucked.”

“Try it. I’ll break your dick off and feed it to you,” Mason snapped, which made Brian flinch. “We fuck, we don’t get fucked. Right, Ty?”

Tyler shrugged and half-smiled. “Yeah. Sorry, dude. But you’re hot as hell. Love to get inside you.”

Brian looked at Mason and then to Tyler. He wasn’t that happy with Mason at the moment. He took Tyler’s hand and led him to a couch, laid down and spread his legs and smirked, “Ready when you are.”

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