Bred by Brad

Girls would flock to Brad throughout college. He was a stud with a smile for days and he barely had to try before girls would ask to go home with him. After college, when we moved across the country together though, that all changed. 

Brad and I met early in college and became good friends overnight. We joined the same small fraternity on campus and spent a lot of time going out, drinking, the usual college adolescent stuff. When I came out to brad senior year, it didn't seem to phase him, and if anything we became a little closer. We finally graduated and moved out west the summer after and attempted to establish ourselves as men, getting real jobs and starting lives.

But it didn't go as planned. After college, it was really hard to meet people and go out and do things. We only knew each other in the city and we both realized we had always made friends from school, extracurricular activities and groups around campus - but now we have to walk up to someone and introduce ourselves?? Especially when people are generally not interested in a stranger approaching them with an introduction. It was like shell shock, and we both struggled with it.

Brad struggled with it more than me though since he was used to bringing home a different girl two or three nights a week. Me, I'd been with a handful of guys through college but nothing more serious than grindr hookups. I was fairly content with porn and my right hand. Brad used his hands too I knew, and rather often. More than a couple times, I had come home to hear soft grunts from behind his bedroom door and one time a girl's sex-filled wailing coming from his phone speaker.

One day, I came home early from work and found Brad jerking off on the couch. 

"Whoa! Man!" I hollered and instinctively turned away from his narrow-framed pale naked body stretched across the length of the couch. 

"Why are you home?!" he yells and grabs his shorts around his ankles and promptly pulls them up to his waist. Not having a shirt, he crosses his arms to help cover himself. 

"What are you doing?!" I yell back, still kind of in shock. 

"What I can't jerk off??" He playfully throws his arms into the air, showing the bulge still in his shorts. 

"On the couch though???" I ask.

I proceed to my room and drop my things from the day and quickly change from my button down and khakis. My mind races as to what I'd seen. I don't think I even saw his cock, I was too surprised to look for anything in particular! Just his pale flesh covering the couch and his face of pure shock. I'd used to wonder what Brad was packing, but as we became closer friends, I honestly stopped thinking of him like that. More like a brother than an attractive friend. 

I come back to the living room in my lounge clothes, some basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt. "Well, I'm sorry I interrupted," I playfully say as I sit on the chair opposite Brad, his bare torso showing off his decent muscle build. 

"No man, you're fine," he said, running his hands along his curled up legs anxiously. 

My curiosity increasing as I admire his muscles that are usually covered by a shirt, I ask if he often jerks off on the couch. 

"It happens," he smirked. 

Laughing, "Why don't you go to your room??" I ask.

"Man, I just get so horny sometimes out of nowhere, I just have to jerk off right then! It's gotta be because I haven't gotten any pussy out here man, I'm dying!" he explained.

"I feel you, it's hard! Not like college, man. I haven't had any luck either the last month or so." I spill to him, revealing I too feel it's been a long time.

There was a long pause. 

And another.

"You like dick right?" he smugly asked.

I looked at him with a look of "What?!"

"Well, you do don't you??" he prodded.

"Yeah? I mean-" I didn't know what to say.

Brad extends his legs and promptly pulls his shorts back down, his hard cock flopping straight back towards him, reaching towards his belly button. 

I'm silent. Fixed on his body and cock.

"What do you think of this one?" he says with that smile of his.

Hardly knowing what to do or say or even look at, I stammer.

"God- good, it's- it's good god. Good! It's good."

He wasn't hung like a horse, but he wasn't small either. His cock perfectly fit his small framed body and was topped by a thick, rounded mushroom cap for a head. His small tuft of thick dark pubes that loosely connected to his happy trail tied it all together. Brad was a bit of a cocky person. Very confident in himself to the point of arrogance sometimes. He was proud of his cock, and really proud to be showing it off. 

"Really?" he asked. That smile came out again.

"Oh yeah," I involuntarily lick my lips transfixed on his body. 

There was another long pause of complete silence and anticipation.

"You like my cock?" he playfully asked addressing my staring. He grabbed the base of the shaft with two fingers and shook his cock around, twirling it through is tuft of dark pubes. 

I look at him in the eyes for the first time in the encounter and gently nod.

"You wanna show me how much you like it?" he wrapped his hand around his shaft, tightening his grip. 

Like I was hypnotized, without a word, I stood and walked to him before kneeling beside the couch. My eyes fixed on his cock the whole time, I placed my hands on his thighs and gently move towards his cock. His body shuddered with the need to be pleasured, the lack of attention had him needing it.

I see from the side of my eye that Brad raises a hand and I feel it on my back of my head.

"C'mon man," he nearly begged and he pushed my head downward. 

Without protest, I open my mouth and take him inside of me. An immediate gasp escapes Brad's lips, "Aaaahhhhh!" he exhales in obvious relief. 

"Ohhhh my god, yessss," he groans grabbing my hair in his fist but not pushing me down onto his cock. I can feel his bliss.

"Fuck yeah, suck that dick!" he orders.

A few moments later I feel my cock so hard it hurts, so I begin to lower my shorts and stroke myself. Brad notices and tells me to take them all the way off. I stand, drop them to the floor and step out of them. My long, thin cock standing to attention at a perfect ninety degree angle. 

Brad's eyes trace from my feet up my legs, examines my pulsing cock, and looks in my eyes, "Turn around," he says. 

I slowly spin around thinking he means all the way, but when I'm facing away from him I feel his hands on my waist and he stops me. I feel his warm breath on my bare butt, then his fingers trace around my cheeks, up to my crack and down through the crevasse. I tremble. His lips connect with my skin as he kisses my bare butt several times before prying apart my cheeks exposing my hole. 

"Ahh," he sighs.

He spits directly onto my hole and I feel the cool liquid run across my hole. His fingers rub it around and try to get through. He spits on my hole a second and third time before pressing hard enough to penetrate me. I gasp when he does, as its been a while. A sharp pain shoots through me before feeling blissful. He only got the tip of his finger in when he sighed heavily again.

"I need a hole to use, dude."

I was so caught up in his finger inside me I didn't hear.

"I need a fucking hole to use, man!"

"Oh yeah?" I playfully ask, still in bliss. 

"I need to use your fucking hole, Jake."

He withdraws his fingers and spits on my hole again before shoving me down onto the couch, straddling him. 

"What're you doing??" I ask, unsure if this is right.

He didn't say anything but get spit on his fingers and take it to his cock. I felt him grab ahold of his shaft and position it against my hole, circling it. Once he felt he had it, he rammed upward. 

"Ouch!! What're you doing?!" I repeat.

"I need your fucking hole, man, please." 

He begged, still trying to position himself to ram inside of me. 

"I don't know if- AHHH!" 

He got it. He was inside me.

It was just the tip, but his mushroom cap was large enough to make me yell and tense every muscle in my body. I lurched forward and saw he too had his mouth wide open and eyes nearly out of his head. We were both in a state of near shock for an instant. Brad, this guy I'd done literally everything college with, my best friend, the closest thing I've ever had to a brother - is inside of me. We wee thinking the same thing.

"Brad - Brad - Bra - Ahhhh!" I wince in discomfort. It had been so long since anything had been inside me.

"Holy fuck you're tight!" he groaned as he tried to push further upward inside of me, making me wince even more.

"Please - oh, oh - fuck!" I cry.

Beginning to feel the waves of pleasure over pain, I pull him out of me and lower myself back down. I take his cock in my mouth and twirl my tongue around his shaft.

He lurches his head back in ecstasy and groans. Once good and wet, I sit back up. Slowly I lower myself back onto his cock, this time the penetration much easier. Almost immediately I slid all the way down onto him. All six and a half perfectly sculpt inches of his pale cock were inside of me. I began to gyrate my hips and ride him as he grabbed ahold of my waist and rocked me back and forth.

He groaned and cussed and moaned and gasped as I straddled him. He plunged his cock into me so hard that I knew it'd been a couple months for him. He was so hungry for my hole and I was letting him feast. To my slight disappointment, Brad kept his eyes closed through most of it, probably imagining a big-boobed brunette with a tight hole that he was plowing. But that didn't kill my pleasure. I still stared at him and watched as he gasped for air between thrusts and rolled his head back and forth from pleasure. 

I rode him long enough for my legs to virtually fall asleep. He gripped my waist and began to really pump into me, shoving deeper than before. Repeatedly I gasped with each thrust.

"Ah - ah - ah - ah - AH!" I couldn't help it. It was too pleasurable. He had to of been ramming my prostate because I started to feel my stomach tighten and my cock harden even more.

Just then, I felt his grip tighten on my waist. He began to grunt through his teeth with each thrust, clenching his eyes shut still. 

"Ah - ah - ah! I continued, "Oh - oh - I'm - I'm gonna - fuck I'm cumming!!!" I yell.

With no hands involved, my load shoots all over Brads chest and stomach, the very first rope of cum striking his chin and neck. 

"Arhhg," he grunts in disapproval as soon as my cum hits him - he didn't like that.

He opens his eyes to see my second and third rope of cum landing on his torso. 

His grunt of disapproval soon turns as my climax forces my hole to contracted and tighten around his shaft. He continues ramming into my hole as I involuntarily flex around him.

His eyes widen, locking with mine and he gasps once more.

"Jake, I'm cumming!" he plunges deep into my insides and lets out a bear yell.

"AHHHHHhhhHHHHhhHH OOOOOoooohhhh oooooohhh" he yells as he continues to pump his cum inside of me. Our eyes are locked as he moans and groans and filled me with his straight man seed.

I continue to gyrate my hips and work the rest of his climax. His groans subside and his eyes close in exhaustion. "Holy fuck," he says with a smile. 

I wanted to lean forward and kiss him while his eyes were closed. I wanted to make this real in a way, lock our lips with him inside me. I couldn't though. Fearing he wouldn't approve. 

Once our climaxes subsided, he promptly asked me to get up and get him something to clean off with. 

"You blew your load all over me dude c'mon," he groaned, not very thrilled about my cum on his neck and chest and belly. 

"Hey I wasn't even touching it! It's your fault," I tease giving him a towel.

He chuckled but I could tell he wasn't very comfortable with cum on him. Or at least a guys cum on him.

"Well I hope I helped," I said shyly. 

"Yeah, thanks dude," he nonchalantly said, getting up from the couch and pulling his shorts back on, "needed that." 

He went into the bathroom and took a long shower before coming back out. We didn't address what happened at all until a couple weeks later when Brad grew tired of his right hand again and, this time, purposefully let me catch him jerking off in the living room. From there, we didn't need any words. I knew from the look in his eye and seeing his outstretched naked body and stiff cock that he wanted my hole again, wanted to get off inside of me, seeding me, breeding me, flooding my insides for his own selfish pleasure.

And I let him.