All events in this story are fictional.
I grabbed a fistful of Kent’s blonde hair again, yanking the virgin stud’s head back so he had to look straight up at my throbbing nine-incher hovering inches from his spit-slick lips. Cum was still drying in streaks across his face and chest. His ass was red from the spanking and his cock still hard and leaking like he hadn’t just blown the biggest load of his life.
“Open wide, bitch. Time to learn how to suck a real cock.”
Kent’s mouth fell open instantly, tongue lolling out, eyes glassy with lust. I slapped my heavy cock head across his tongue a couple times.
“Alright, bud, I'mma tell you what's up. You're gonna take every inch until I say you’re done.”
I fed the tip past his lips slow at first, letting him taste my precum. The 18 year old soccer jock tried to bob forward eagerly, but I held his head still with both hands now, controlling the pace.
“Slow, bitch. Use your tongue. Swirl it around the head like you’ve been practicing on those dildos you sent me pics of.”
He moaned around the head, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. His tongue flicked clumsily at first…too timid…then bolder, lapping at the slit, tasting more precum. I pushed deeper. Halfway in and he gagged hard, throat convulsing, spit bubbling out the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin in thick ropes.
“Fuckkkkk yeah, there it is,” I laughed, holding him there. “Choke on it. Yeahhh buddy, that’s a nice virgin throat right there. Gag like the desperate little cocksucker you are.”
He tried to pull back for air, but I didn’t let him. Pushed another inch. His throat spasmed again, loud, wet glurks filling the room. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the cum already there. Spit poured out, soaking my shaft, dripping onto his athletic chest. He was a mess, but his cock twitched harder with every gag, precum leaking out.
“Hands behind your back. No touching. Just your mouth. Deeper.”
I started fucking his face in short, controlled thrusts, holding his blonde hair tight. Three inches, four, pulling back just enough for him to gasp before shoving in again. Every time he gagged I degraded him more.
“Look at Kevin’s little brother…on his knees, drooling all over Kevin’s bro’s dick. Bet you’ve jerked off thinking about this for years. Bet you’ve edged yourself raw watching my Insta stories, wishing it was you instead of whatever girl I was railing. Now you’re finally getting it, and you can’t even take half without crying. What a shame, dude.”
Kent whimpered around my cock. His throat kept trying to swallow, milking me involuntarily. More spit, more gags. His face was flushed crimson, lips stretched wide, jaw trembling from the stretch.
I pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. He gasped for air, coughing, but before he could recover, I scooped him up easily. Hands under his thighs, lifting his slim, toned soccer-boy body clean off the floor.
Kent yelped in surprise. “Matt…what—?”
I threw Kent onto the bed, hard enough that he bounced once before I was on him. Pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, my bigger body caging his completely. Dude looked pretty sexy with his pretty blonde armpits exposed and his tight body all helplessly pinned. My cock dragged hot and slick against his abs as I leaned down.
And then I kissed him. Hard, deep, and hungrily.
My tongue shoved into his mouth like I owned it, tasting my own precum still on his lips, tasting the salt of his tears and spit. He moaned into it instantly. High, needy, shaking so bad the whole bed vibrated. His legs wrapped around my waist almost as though it was on instinct. His heels dug into the muscles of my lower back, pulling me closer even though he was pinned. Like he was my bitch. Hell yeah.
I broke the kiss just long enough to growl against his mouth. “Gonna claim that boy cherry tonight, little faggot. Gonna stretch that tight virgin hole wide open on my cock. Yeah, you want that? Make you scream my name while I breed you raw. You ready to lose it to the guy who’s been edging you for weeks?”
Kent’s whole body shuddered violently under me. I sensed his arousal so was intense he was literally trembling, teeth chattering between moans. His cock throbbed against my abs, leaking fresh precum in sticky ropes.
“Y-yes. Fuck yes, Matt. P-p-please. Please take it, take my virginity. I’ve waited so fucking long… …mhhhh….kiss me again…please.”
I crushed my mouth back to his, slower this time, sensual. Tongue sliding deep, exploring every inch while my free hand roamed. Dragging down his side, gripping his hip hard enough to bruise, then sliding up to pinch and roll a nipple between my fingers. He arched into every touch, whimpering into the kiss, hips grinding up desperately against me.
I kissed along his jaw, down his neck, biting the soft skin just under his ear until he gasped. Licked a slow stripe up the column of his throat, tasting sweat and cum. Tongue traced back to his mouth, deeper, filthier, swallowing every little moan he let out.
My hand slipped lower, fingertips tracing the V of his hips, then cupping his balls, rolling them gently while he bucked. I teased the base of his cock with my thumb, never quite giving him enough friction, keeping him right on that razor edge again.
“Feel that?” I murmured against the 18-year-old jock’s lips, grinding my thick length between us so he could feel every veiny inch sliding against his own. “That’s what’s gonna split you open soon. Gonna go slow at first… let you feel every inch stretching you… then I’m gonna pound you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Kent was a wreck: shaking, panting, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Please… Matt… I need it… I’m so ready… fuckkkk. I’m yours. Take my cherry. Breed me. Make me yours.”
I kissed him again, slow and dirty, tongue fucking his mouth in rhythm with the slow roll of my hips. Then, I broke off and flipped Kent onto his stomach with one easy twist of my grip. He gasped, face mashed into the pillow for a second before I yanked his hips up, forcing him onto all fours.
His perky ass (red from the earlier spanks) arched high. I knelt behind him, knees bracketing his slim but still muscular thighs, and pressed my chest to his back. Skin on skin, my thick cock sliding hot and heavy between the virgin soccer player’s cheeks without pushing in yet.
“Feel that, faggot?” I growled low against his ear, voice rough. “That’s the cock that’s gonna ruin you, take your manhood. Gonna split this virgin pussy wide and make it mine.”
Kent whimpered, whole body quaking again. “Fuck yes. Matt. I need it so bad, don’t tease anymore.”
I laughed darkly and bit down on the back of his neck, hard enough to leave teeth marks, while one hand snaked around to clamp over his mouth. The other slid down his spine, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing every knob of his vertebrae until I reached the small of his back. Then lower. I spread his cheeks wide with both thumbs, exposing that perfect pink pucker completely.
“Look at this tight little virgin boy hole,” I murmured, breath hot against his ear. “Never been touched by a real dick. Just your fingers and whatever toys you’ve been humping when you send me those pathetic videos.”
I spat right onto his hole. Watched it drip down the cleft before I smeared it in with the pad of my thumb, circling the rim slow, then pressing just the tip inside. Kent’s back bowed, a muffled cry vibrating against my palm.
I worked the thumb deeper….slow twists, stretching him open inch by inch, while my other hand slid sensually around to his throat, squeezing just enough to make his pulse hammer under my fingers.
Kent moaned like the little bitch that he was. I was beginning to realize I kinda liked the sound of desperate faggot moans.
I added a second finger, scissoring them apart, curling to brush his prostate. The second I hit it, his whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. A high, broken moan tore out of him, hips bucking back instinctively, trying to fuck himself on my hand. Holy shittt that was hot.
“That’s it,” I hissed, pumping faster now, wet squelching sounds filling the room. “Ride my fingers like the desperate little whore you are. Show me how bad you want this dick.”
His arms gave out; he collapsed forward onto his elbows, ass still high, face buried in the sheets as he sobbed and moaned. “Oh god, yesss right there. Never felt anything like this, bro. Your fingers are so warm…stretching me….please don’t stop…gonna cum again…come on, let me—”
I yanked my fingers free abruptly. He whined in frustration, hole clenching around nothing.
“Not yet.” I flipped him onto his back again, rough, manhandling him like a toy. Pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, used the other to hook under one knee and push it back toward his chest, spreading him wide. My cock dragged along his taint, heavy balls brushing his hole, teasing without entering.
I leaned down and kissed him again, filthy, open-mouthed, tongue deep while I ground against him slow and deliberate. I bit his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp, then soothed it with slow licks before diving back in, devouring his mouth like I was trying to taste his soul.
My free hand roamed everywhere, dragging nails lightly down his sides, then gripping his throat. I kissed down his jaw, his neck, sucked bruises into the hollow of his collarbone, then lower…teeth grazing a nipple, tongue flicking it hard before I bit down just enough to make him arch and cry out.
“Matt—please—fuck—I’m losing my mind—please just fuck me—I can’t take it—my hole’s aching—empty—need you inside—claim it—take my cherry—please—”
I lifted my head, smirking down at his wrecked, tear-streaked face. His pupils were blown, lips swollen, body trembling so violently the mattress shook.
“I like hearing another so-called man beg,” I stated. “Especially when that so-called man is Kevin’s lil bro. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to virgin ass. Make it filthy. Then maybe I’ll give you what you’ve been whining for.”
Kent’s voice cracked, desperate and raw:
“Please Matt. Make your frat bro’s little brother your personal cumdump. I’m begging…take my cherry…please dude…I-I-I need it…um, I-I’m yours…”
While the desperate virgin boy debased himself, I had lubed up my cock. I growled, low in my throat, and lined myself up, my thick head pressing right against his slick, fluttering entrance.
“Eyes on me,” I commanded. “Watch while I claim what’s mine.”
And then I started to push in. Slow but relentless. Inch by burning inch.
I kept Kent pinned beneath me on his back. One thick thigh was wedged between his spread legs. My body weight held him exactly where I wanted him. His wrists were trapped above his head in my left hand.
With my free hand, I gently caressed his beautiful body and then his lips. I noticed his lips flutter and clench every time he breathed.
I shifted my hips, dragging the fat, leaking head of my cock along his cleft until it kissed right up against that quivering pink pucker. I didn’t push in. Not yet. Just slow, lazy circles… coating his hole with the steady drip of my precum, letting the blunt ridge catch on his rim over and over until it started to soften and wink open under the pressure. I’ve done anal with enough chicks (and Chase last night) to know this was gonna hurt him like a bitch. “Bro, take deep breaths okay?”
Kent’s whole body jerked at the first real tease. A broken whimper slipped out. “Matt…I want it so bad…I need it inside me.”
I leaned down and kissed him again, deep. My tongue slid in deep while I kept up those maddening circles with my cockhead. I never quite breached him. I just bullied the entrance until his hole was fluttering and sucking at the tip like it was starving. My free hand cupped the back of his neck, tilting his head so I could devour his mouth properly. I swallowed every little gasp and moan he let out.
When I finally pulled back from the kiss, strings of spit connected our lips. I dragged my mouth along his jaw, down to the sensitive spot under his ear, sucking a bruise there while I whispered hot against his skin.
“Dude…your tight hole’s quivering. You’re so excited to get wrecked by a real man aren’t you. I’m gonna breed your boy pussy so good till you’re nothing but a sloppy whore.”
Kent’s hips bucked up involuntarily, trying to chase more contact. His voice came out shaky, cracked with need. “Matt… wait… condom. We talked about this. In the DMs. I… I’m not doing it raw. Please. I’m serious.”
I chuckled low. The sound vibrated against his throat. I kept teasing, nudging just the very tip against his hole, letting it kiss inside maybe half an inch before pulling back. I made him whine every time.
“C’mon, baby,” I murmured. My voice was all honey and smoke. “You’ve been sending me those filthy pics for weeks. Fingering yourself open thinking about my bare cock. You really wanna feel latex instead of hot skin sliding in deep? You’re shaking so bad right now… this pretty hole’s clenching like it wants to milk me raw. Let me give you what you’ve been dreaming about. No rubber. Just my bare cock in your virgin hole. Treat that virgin pussy the way it deserves.”
Kent shook his head frantically, even as his legs spread wider on instinct. “No… no, Matt, please. I can’t. I’m not on PrEP yet and… and I don’t want to risk it. Condom. Please. You promised…”
I let go of his wrists just long enough to grab both his forearms in one massive hand and slam them back down above his head, pinning him harder. My other hand clapped over his mouth. My palm sealed tight. My fingers dug into his cheek.
“Shhh,” I growled. My eyes locked on his wide, panicked ones. “Shut the fuck up.”
He tried to protest. Muffled sounds vibrated against my palm. But I didn’t move. Instead I rolled my hips forward slow, deliberate, pressing just the swollen head past his rim. The tight ring snapped around the corona with a slick pop, gripping me like a vice. I stopped there. Only the tip was inside. I felt his hole flutter and spasm wildly around the intrusion.
Kent’s eyes rolled back. A choked sob was muffled under my hand. His whole body arched off the bed. His cock jumped against my abs, leaking fresh precum in helpless spurts. Tears welled up instantly, spilling down his temples.
I leaned in close. My lips brushed his ear while I held perfectly still, letting him feel every thick, throbbing inch that was still waiting outside.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Just the tip for now. Feel how fucking good it is? No condom. Just my bare cock owning your virgin hole. You’re already gripping me so tight… like you never want me to pull out.”
He thrashed weakly under me, trying to speak. All that came out were desperate, garbled whimpers against my palm. I pinned him down tight so he couldn’t move. His hole clenched rhythmically, sucking, begging even as his body fought the decision his brain was still clinging to.
I flexed my hips just enough to nudge another fraction deeper… then pulled back so only the head remained lodged inside again.
“Relax, baby,” I cooed, mocking and soothing all at once. “You’re gonna take it all raw whether you like it or not. And deep down? You fucking love it.”
His muffled cries turned into something broken and needy. His hips twitched up, betraying him, trying to pull me in deeper despite everything. I smiled against his neck.
I whispered, “Good boy. Guess what? You’re not a man anymore. I just took your manhood and it feels so fucking good, dude….. You let another man violate you. And now you’re just another bitch with a used up pussy.”
And then I started to sink in another slow, relentless inch.
Kent’s eyes flew wide the second I sank that next slow centimeter deeper. My bare cock stretched his virgin ring beyond what his fingers had ever prepared him for. The tight muscle clamped down like a fist around my shaft, spasming in protest. A raw, high scream tore out of him before he could stop it.
“FUCK… Matt… it hurts… it’s too big… too hard… ahhh shit… pull out… please!”
I clamped my hand tighter over his mouth, muffling the rest into desperate, wet whimpers. My other hand kept his wrists pinned above his head in an iron grip. His slim arms trembled uselessly against my strength. No chance of breaking free. I leaned in close. My lips brushed his ear while my hips stayed locked forward, not retreating even a millimeter.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled low and dangerous. “Relax that pussy or it’s only gonna hurt more. You’re taking it raw like a good little slut, so quit whining.”
He thrashed under me. His legs kicked weakly. Tears streamed sideways into his hair. Muffled pleas vibrated against my palm: “Mmmph… please… just a second… let me breathe… fuck… it burns…”
I laughed, dark and cruel, and flexed my hips again. Another torturously slow centimeter slid in. His hole stretched wider. The rim turned white around my thick shaft as it fought the invasion.
“Nah,” I said. My voice dripped mockery. “You begged for this dick for weeks, dude. Now you’ve got the real thing and you’re crying like a bitch? Quit being such a faggot, Kent. This is how you’re gonna lose youre… pinned down, degraded, getting railed by your big brother’s frat bro like the cumdump you are.”
I continued taunting Kent, feeling power surge through me knowing I was dominating another man, “Aww not how you envisioned? Quit being a little bitch..what you wanted candles and soft music, and shit? Nah, I’m not a faggot like you. I’m gonna use your whole like you’re cheap whore. How’s that fucking feel?”
I hawked a thick glob of spit right onto Kent’s sweat soaked face. I watched it land on his cheek and slide toward his mouth. He flinched, but I just grinned wider and pushed forward again. Another agonizing half-inch. His back bowed off the mattress. A loud, guttural groan ripped out around my hand.
“MMMPH… please… Matt… break… give me a break… just for a sec… fuck… it’s splitting me… slow… please go slow…”
I pulled my hand off his mouth just long enough to let him gasp, then cracked my palm across his cheek. Sharp. Stinging. The sound echoed in the quiet room. His head snapped to the side. Fresh tears spilled, but his cock jumped hard against my abs, leaking more despite the pain.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I snarled. I grabbed his jaw and forced his eyes back to mine. “You don’t tell me what to do. You take what I give you. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I rolled my hips again, slow, merciless. Another centimeter disappeared inside him. His no-longer-virgin hole fluttered wildly, trying to push me out and suck me in at the same time. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Blonde hair plastered to his skin. I could sense that this was starting to feel good for Kent.
“Feel that?” I taunted. My voice was low and filthy. “My bare cock turning your tight little pussy into my personal sleeve. Look at you… shaking, moaning, and still hard as a rock. You love being degraded like this. Say it.”
He sobbed. His voice cracked. “I… I love it… fuck… don’t stop… it actually feels good now…oh my gosh dude… keep going… but slow… god it hurts so good… Matt… sir… please…”
Fuck yeah, he’s getting into this. I slapped him again, lighter this time, more possessive… then covered his mouth once more. “That’s better. Now shut up and keep opening up.”
Another slow, burning push. Half an inch more. His groans turned into long, broken moans behind my hand. His body trembled violently as his hole finally started to give, yielding just enough for me to sink deeper without ripping him.
“Good boy,” I murmured. I kissed the corner of his eye where tears leaked out. “Almost halfway. You’re doing so good for a faggot who thought he could set the rules.”
I held there for a sec, letting him feel the stretch, the heat, the relentless pressure of my bare cock claiming territory no one else had ever touched.
I held perfectly still, buried halfway inside him. I fucking loved the feeling of busting open his virgin hole. The rim clamped tightly around my girth. Kent’s whole body was rigid at first, muscles muscle tensed, breath coming in short, ragged gasps against my palm. But slowly….agonizingly…I noticed that his hole started to soften around me. The spasms eased into fluttering pulses, the burn giving way to a deep, throbbing ache that made his cock twitch and leak against my abs.
I finally lifted my hand from his mouth. His lips were swollen, cheeks streaked with sweat and spit.
“Fuck… Matt… it’s…you’re soo fucking big… hurts… but, oh god, it’s starting to feel so good….shit I love your cock…you’re stretching me so good, daddy.”
I smirked, keeping my hips locked forward. My free hand started roaming his body again. Slow, possessive gropes. I dragged my palm down his athletic chest, cupping one tight pec and squeezing hard enough to make the muscle jump. Thumb flicked over a swollen nipple until it pebbled under my touch. Lower, tracing the shallow cuts of his slim abs, feeling them clench and ripple every time he breathed.
“Look at this pretty little body,” I taunted, voice low and mocking. “All those years of soccer training, all those crunches and planks, just so real men like me can use you like a fucktoy. You worked so hard to get these cute abs and tight pecs… and they’re all mine now. Dude, you’re definitely not a real man anymore. Just a pathetic little bitch who let a real man ruin your fag hole.”
Kent moaned. It sounded like pleasure, but edged with something darker, needier. His hips twitched involuntarily, trying to adjust, making my cock shift inside him just enough to draw another sharp groan from his throat.
“Relax that pussy,” I ordered, slapping his cheek lightly, more reminder than punishment. “Breathe. Let it stretch. You’re actually doing good for a virgin fag.”
I released his wrists completely this time. His arms dropped, shaky, uncertain. I grabbed one of his hands and planted it flat on my chest, right over the thick swell of my sweaty pec. Then the other on my bicep.
“Feel that,” I growled. “Touch me. Worship what a real man feels like.”
Kent’s fingers trembled as they explored…tentative at first, then hungrier. He traced the deep cleft between my hairy pecs, skimmed over the hard ridges of my eight-pack, squeezed the meat of my shoulder. His palms slid up to my arms, trying to wrap around the massive biceps that dwarfed his own toned but much slimmer ones. I was obviously more muscular and thicker than Kent’s lean, athletic build.
“Fuck…” he whispered, voice cracking. “You’re… so much bigger… so fucking strong… Matt…”
I grinned cocky as hell and flexed, double bicep pose right there, arms bulging huge and hard under his hands, traps rising, chest popping forward. Showing off my sweaty pits that Kent worshiped earlier. My cock throbbed deep inside him from the tension, making him gasp and clench around the half that was buried.
“That’s right,” I said, holding the pose, letting him feel every ridge and vein. “This is what you’ve been jerking off to, lil buddy. This body. These muscles. And now you’re getting split open on the cock attached to them. Feel how deep I already am, fag? Your tight little hole’s opening up for me like it was made to take dick.”
Kent’s hands roamed desperately now. The greedy slut was groping, squeezing, tracing every swell and cut like he couldn’t believe it was real. His moans turned throatier, pain still there but melting into something hotter, more desperate. His own cock was rock-hard again, smearing precum across his abs with every tiny shift.
“God…Matt….it’s starting to feel… so good… please… keep going… stretch me…”
I laughed low, flexed one more time so his fingers dug into the hard peak of my bicep, then dropped the pose and braced both hands on either side of his head, caging him completely.
“Good boy,” I murmured, rolling my hips just enough to nudge another fraction deeper, making him groan loud and long.
I kept one hand clamped tight over Kent’s mouth…because I knew exactly what was coming next…and the bitch underneath me was gonna scream for sure.
“Shhh,” I whispered, mock-soothing, lips brushing his ear. “This part’s gonna hurt like a bitch. Scream all you want into my hand, fag. But remember no one’s coming to save you.”
Before he could even try to protest, I rolled my hips back just enough to give myself leverage, pulling my cock almost out…then slammed forward hard.
One brutal, unrelenting thrust.
My cock fully buried in a single vicious push. My thick nine inches bottomed out completely, balls slapping against his ass as his hole stretched impossibly around the base. The tight ring burned white-hot around me, spasming wildly, trying to reject the invasion even as it swallowed every last inch.
Kent’s scream was immediate—muffled into a raw, desperate wail against my palm. His whole body seized up, back arching off the bed like he’d been electrocuted, legs kicking uselessly, tears pouring. The sound vibrated through my hand, high and broken: “MMMPH—FUCK—PLEASE—TOO BIG—AHHH—SLOW—BREAK—PLEASE—”
I laughed low and dark, holding deep, letting him feel the full length throbbing inside him, stretching him to the absolute limit.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” I growled. “Scream for me, little fag. Feel how deep I am? Balls-deep in Kevin’s baby brother’s virgin cunt. You’re mine now.”
I started moving. Slow, deliberate drags out halfway, then back in deep, setting a punishing rhythm. Every thrust made wet, obscene squelching sounds as his hole fought and clung to me. Kent’s muffled begging never stopped, words garbled and frantic behind my hand:
“MMMPH—slow—please—Matt—hurts—pull out—just a sec—give me a break—fuck—can’t—too much—please—”
I just laughed again, hips snapping forward harder on the next thrust, making his body jolt.
“Weak little faggot,” I taunted, voice dripping contempt. “All that whining. You begged for this dick for weeks. Sent me nudes, fingered yourself raw thinking about it. Now you’re finnaly getting it. Take it, bitch. Take every fucking inch.”
He thrashed under me, wrists twisting uselessly where I’d pinned them again, tears soaking my fingers. His cock, still traitorously hard, leaked a steady stream against his abs with every slow, deep pump. But the groans kept coming, louder, more desperate, grating on my nerves.
I’d had enough.
I pulled out suddenly—hard and fast—leaving his hole gaping and clenching around nothing. Kent gasped, sucking in air the second my hand left his mouth, voice wrecked and hoarse.
“Matt…oh gosh….please….thank you….fuckkkk I needed this break…catch my breath…let me—”
I didn’t let him finish speaking.
I reached down, snatched a pair of his own worn underwear off the floor (still damp from earlier) and balled them up rough. Before he could react I shoved them deep into his mouth, packing his cheeks full until his jaw ached, muffling him instantly into wet, garbled whimpers.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled.
I flipped him over in one brutal motion. Grabbed his hips, yanked him onto his stomach, face shoved into the pillow. His ass lifted instinctively as I manhandled him, knees spread wide, red cheeks still marked from the earlier spanking. I positioned myself behind him, knees bracketing his slim thighs, one hand fisting his blonde hair to yank his head back just enough to see his sweaty, gagged face.
“Look at you,” I said, slapping my heavy cock against his gaping hole once, twice. “Gagged with your own underwear like the helpless fag you are. Beg all you want now. No one’s hearing shit.”
I lined up again…thick head pressing right back against his abused entrance. I pushed in slow this time, savoring the way his body shuddered and clenched as I sank deep once more.
Halfway. Then deeper. Until I bottomed out again with a low groan of my own, balls pressed flush to his ass.
Kent’s muffled scream vibrated through the fabric, body shaking violently beneath me. I leaned over him, chest to his back, weight pinning him completely.
“Now,” I whispered against his ear, starting those slow, deep thrusts again. “Let’s see how long you can last before you’re moaning for more, you pathetic little slut.”
I didn’t give him a second to adjust. The second I bottomed out again, I started fucking him like I owned him. Hard. Rough. Merciless. My hips snapped forward with brutal force, slamming my thick cock into him over and over, the wet slap of my pelvis against his red, spanked ass echoing through the room like gunshots.
Kent’s whole body jolted forward with every savage thrust, face mashed deeper into the pillow, muffled screams vibrating through the balled-up underwear gag. His hands flew back desperately. He was pushing at my thighs, trying to shove my hips away, fingers clawing at my abs like he could actually stop me. Haha.
I just laughed, low and cruel, and grabbed both his wrists in one massive hand, yanking his arms back behind him like reins. I pinned them against the small of his back with zero effort, using my weight to crush him flat to the mattress while I kept pounding.
“Aw, look at the little fag trying to fight,” I growled, voice thick with adrenaline as I watched his slim, toned soccer-boy body squirm helplessly underneath me. “Pushing and pulling like that’s gonna do shit. Feel how fucking strong I am, Kent? Feel how easy it is for me to hold you down and wreck this hole? You’re eighteen, athletic, been working out your whole life… and you still can’t do a goddamn thing against a real man.”
The power rush hit me like a drug…pure adrenaline flooding my veins every time he bucked and thrashed. His hole clenched violently around my cock, trying to push me out, but all it did was milk me tighter. I loved it. Loved the way his resistance made my cock throb harder inside him. Loved knowing I was bigger, stronger, heavier…my pumped hockey muscles completely overpowering his lean soccer player frame. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
I slammed in even harder, angling my hips to nail his prostate on every thrust. The wet, obscene squelch of my bare cock reaming his guts filled the room.
“MMMPH! SO HARD—PLEASE—go slow, man!” came the garbled, desperate begging through the gag, his body still fighting. Legs flailing, back arching, trying to crawl forward across the bed to escape the pounding.
I just tightened my grip on his wrists, planted my other hand between his shoulder blades, and yanked him back onto my cock like a ragdoll. Another merciless thrust. And another. And another. Faster now, brutal and unrelenting, my heavy balls smacking his ass with every slam.
“Keep fighting, you weak little bitch,” I taunted, sweat dripping from my chest onto his back as I railed him. “Love watching you try. Makes my dick even harder knowing Kevin’s baby brother is getting destroyed and can’t do shit about it. You’re still just a helpless fag hole for your brother’s friend to use. I’m not stopping until I’ve flooded this boy pussy.”
Kent struggled beneath me. Twisting his hips, trying to pull off my cock, arms straining uselessly against my single-handed hold. But his body betrayed him; his own cock was rock-hard again, trapped underneath him, leaking all over his sheets with every punishing thrust.
I sped up even more. Relentless, animalistic pounding. Fucking the jock beneath me so hard the bedframe slammed against the wall. His muffled groans turned into helpless moans of pleasure as I completely overpowered him, using his body exactly how I wanted.
Alright, time to switch things up. Slow things down. The boy’s earned a break.
I slowed my thrusts to a deep, deliberate crawl. I pulled out almost to the tip before gliding back in inch by torturously slow inch. I let Kent feel every thick vein dragging along his stretched walls. The brutal pounding stopped. Now it was intimate, almost tender. The kind of rhythm that made his body relax against his will even as his mind reeled. His muffled groans softened into shaky, breathy whimpers around the underwear gag. His hips twitched like he didn’t know whether to push back or pull away anymore.
I leaned over him fully. My chest pressed to his back. My sweat-slick skin slid against his. Droplets rolled off my forehead, my pecs, my abs… dripping hot and musky onto his neck, his shoulders, pooling in the dip of his spine. The room smelled like pure sex and man. My post-gym musk mixed with fresh sweat, heavy and overpowering, coating him like a second skin.
I tugged the soaked boxer-briefs out of his mouth just enough for him to breathe and speak. But I left them dangling from his lips like a filthy pacifier. My mouth found his ear. Hot breath, teeth grazing the lobe before I nibbled slow and possessive.
“Shhh, baby,” I whispered. My voice was low and velvet-dark. “That’s it… relax into it. Feel how deep I am? How full your little fag hole is? You’re taking me so good now… you were born for this cock….I’m sorry I was so rough earlier….but you like it right? Like feeling my sweaty, dirty jock body owning you.”
He shuddered hard beneath me. A choked moan escaped. “Matt… fuck… it’s… it’s so much… but… don’t stop…”
I chuckled softly against his ear. My tongue flicked out to taste the salt on his skin. My right hand slid under his hips. My fingers wrapped loosely around his still-throbbing six-incher. I stroked him slow… lazy, teasing glides… thumb circling the slick head while I kept fucking him with that same slow, sensual pace.
“Look over there,” I murmured. I nodded toward the phone I’d propped up on his desk earlier. The recording signal still blinked steadily. “Smile for the camera, bro. You’ll remember this forever. The exact moment your virgin pussy got deflowered. Me bottoming out raw, you crying and leaking like a bitch. Hahaha. You’ll probably watch this on repeat when you’re at college, won’t you? Jerking that pathetic little dick to the memory of your frat bro ruining you.”
Kent’s eyes flicked to the phone… wide, glassy, humiliated… and a fresh flush crawled up his neck. I loved how strong a resemblence Kent bore to Kevin. That same perfect blonde hair and angular face. His cock jumped in my hand, leaking more precum onto my fingers.
I kissed the shell of his ear again, nibbling harder. An intriguing thought crosse my mind. “Dude, have you ever seen Kevin’s cock, by the way? Be honest.”
Kent hesitated. His breath hitched as I bottomed out slow and deep again. “Uh… yeah? Yeah I have. Showers… changing, stuff like that.”
“Mmm. And?” I stroked him a little faster, just enough to make him whine. “Is big bro hung like me? Or does he have a cute little thing like yours?”
Kent swallowed hard. His voice cracked with shame. “It’s… it’s not as big as yours. It’s uh… smaller. A lot smaller.”
I groaned low in my throat. My hips rolled deeper at the admission. “Fuck yeah. That’s hot. Kevin’s packing a shrimp dick while his baby brother’s getting split open by a real man’s cock. Perfect.”
I pulled almost all the way out… let him feel the emptiness for a heartbeat… then sank back in slow, grinding my hips in a circle when I bottomed out to make him gasp.
“Say it for the camera,” I ordered softly. My voice dripped honeyed cruelty. “Look right at the lens and tell the world Kevin’s got a small cock. Tell it how much smaller he is than me. And while you’re at it… tell them what a pathetic virgin fag you are for letting your brother’s teammate breed you raw.”
Kent’s whole body trembled. But he turned his head toward the phone. I could tell Kent was a bit wierded out, but I knew he was gonna go along with it, he was so eager to please real men like me. His voice was shaky:
“K-Kevin… my big brother… he’s got a small dick… way smaller than Matt’s… Matt’s cock is huge… perfect… and I’m… I’m just a little fag… letting him fuck me… deflower me… hammer me raw…”
I rewarded him with a slow, deep thrust that made his toes curl. My hand kept stroking his leaking cock in time with my hips… gentle, maddening.
“Goddamn,” I groaned. I fantasized out loud now, lips brushing his ear. “Imagine it, slut. You and Kevin both on your knees in front of me. Two brothers… same blonde hair, same pretty mouths… worshipping this big cock together. Kevin gagging on it while you lick my balls. Both of you admitting your dicks are worthless next to mine. Taking turns riding me, begging to be my personal faggot sluts. I’d film that too. Make you watch it every holiday when you’re home. Remind you who owns the Adams boys now.”
Kent moaned brokenly. His hips rocked back despite himself, chasing the slow grind of my cock. “Fuck… Matt… that’s so… wrong… but… god… keep talking… please…”
I kissed his neck, teeth grazing. Sweat dripped from my brow onto his skin as I kept that romantic, torturous pace… deep, slow, owning every inch of him while the camera caught it all.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I NEEDED to fuck my new bitch hard and raw again.
The slow, teasing grind snapped like a rubber band. I pulled almost all the way out—let Kent feel that sudden, aching emptiness for one cruel heartbeat—then slammed back in with a punishing pistol thrust that buried me to the hilt in a single violent stroke. His whole body lurched forward, face mashed deeper into the pillow, a high, broken groan ripping out of him like the little bitch he was.
“Fuck—Matt—ahhh—holy shit!”
I didn’t answer with words. Just another brutal thrust, hips snapping like a piston, cock pistoning in and out with short, savage strokes that made his slim frame bounce on the mattress. Every slam drove the air out of him in wet, pathetic whimpers, his hole clenching desperately around me, trying to keep up with the onslaught.
I leaned over him, chest slick with fresh sweat pressing to his back, one hand fisting his blonde hair to yank his head back so I could growl right against his ear.
“You feel that, baby?” I rasped, voice thick with lust and dark possession. “I love dominating Kevin’s sweet little brother…my personal fag whore…getting railed like he deserves. Look how perfectly your tight cunt takes it now. Stretched and sloppy and still begging for more even when you moan like a little bitch boy.”
Another pistol thrust…deep, punishing, balls slapping wetly against his ass. Kent groaned louder, voice cracking into something helpless and slutty.
“MMMPH! Matt…fuck! Oh god oh my gosh youre too fuckin big.”
I laughed, low and filthy, and brought my palm down hard on his already-red ass. Hard enough to leave a perfect handprint blooming across the cheek.
“Oh lil bro can’t take it?” I mocked, spanking him again. Stinging slaps that echoed through the room in time with my thrusts. “This is your place, fag. Geting fucked raw by the bigger, stronger man.”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
His ass turned bright crimson under my hand, each slap making him jolt forward onto my cock, driving me even deeper. He was groaning nonstop now…high, needy, broken little sounds that only made me fuck him harder.
“Say it,” I snarled, yanking his hair tighter, forcing his tear-streaked face toward the camera still recording every second. “Tell the lens how much you love being my degraded little bitch. How much you love getting spanked and pounded while your big brother sleeps downstairs clueless.”
Kent’s voice came out wrecked, sobbing between groans:
“I—I love it—fuck—love being your bitch—your stupid degraded fag—spank me—fuck me harder—Matt—sir—please—own me—ruin me—ahhh god—!”
Fuck this was hot. Hearing this athletic jock completely surrender to me and verbally humiliate himself. I fucking loved dominating a weaker man.
I rewarded Kent with another barrage of spanks—ten, twelve, fifteen—each one harder than the last, turning his ass into a blazing, throbbing mess while I kept pistoning into him relentlessly. Sweat poured off me now, dripping onto his back, his neck, mixing with his tears. The room reeked of musk and sex and raw power.
“Goddamn, look at you,” I groaned, hips snapping faster, thrusts turning erratic with how close I was getting. “Shaking, crying, ass on fire, hole gaping around my cock like it was made for this. My perfect little power fantasy come to life. 18-year-old twink. Athletic, pretty, virgin…completely helpless under me. I could do anything. Breed you. Film you begging like the slut you are and send it to whoever I want. And you’d still cum from it, wouldn’t you? Still leak all over yourself because deep down you know this is what you were built for…being degraded, used, owned by a real man.”
Another hard spank. Then I gripped both his hips with bruising force, yanking him back onto my cock with every brutal thrust.
“Beg me to cum inside you, fag. Beg your frat bro to flood Kevin’s baby brother’s hole with load after load. Tell me you want to be marked forever.”
Kent’s voice shattered into desperate, slutty sobs:
“Please—Matt—cum in me—breed me—fill me up—mark me. Oh gosh I need your cum…PLEASE!”
Not yet, I thought to myself. I pulled out slowly, letting Kent feel the drag of every thick inch leaving him, his hole clenching greedily around the head like it didn’t want to let go. He whimpered into the pillow, ass still high, red and trembling from the spanking.
I flipped him onto his back again with one easy yank on his hips, spreading his legs wide and hooking them over my shoulders. Missionary. Face to face. Nowhere for him to hide.
His beautiful lips parted around shallow breaths. His blonde hair was matted in sweat, his cheeks rosy red from exertion. My cock (still rock-hard, slick lube and Kent’s ass juices) bobbed heavy between us as I lined up again and sank back in with one long, smooth stroke. Halfway this time, then deeper, until I bottomed out slow enough for him to feel the stretch reignite.
I braced on my forearms, caging his head, our faces inches apart. My sweat dripped from my brow onto his lips, his chin. I started fucking him again—not brutal now, but deep and steady, rolling my hips in long, possessive strokes that made his whole body rock beneath me.
“Tell me, boy,” I murmured, voice low and intimate, lips brushing his ear between thrusts. “How’d you always picture it? Losing your cherry. Paint the picture for me. I wanna hear how romantic you thought it was gonna be… with me.”
Kent’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut for a second before he forced them open to meet mine. His voice came out small, cracked, humiliated.
“I… I always imagined… us going to a hotel… after a day at the beach. You’d pick me up in your truck… we’d drive with the windows down, music playing… laughing… then check in… room with candles everywhere… soft music… you’d lay me down on clean sheets… kiss me slow… tell me how beautiful I was… how much you wanted me… take your time… make love to me… gentle… romantic…”
I laughed softly against his neck. Then thrust deeper, grinding my hips when I bottomed out so he felt every inch owning him.
“Goddamn, that’s cute,” I whispered, voice dripping with cruel affection. “Poor little virgin twink dreaming of candles and beach days and sweet nothings. Too bad that dream’s fucking dead, baby. Look around. Just your big brother’s frat bro pinning you down in your childhood bedroom, raw-dogging your hole while you cry and leak like a bitch. And the best part?”
I nodded toward the phone on the desk, red light still blinking. “It’s all on tape. Forever. Every tear, every gag, every time you begged like a slut. You’ll live with knowing your virginity got ripped away in the most degrading, humiliating way possible….by me, on camera, like the pathetic fag you are.”
I lifted one arm, exposing the dark, drenched pit…musk thick and ripe from hours of sweat…and flicked my wrist hard. Hot droplets of my armpit sweat splattered across his cute, handsome face. He flinched, gasping, but his cock jumped hard against my abs, leaking fresh precum.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered.
He did, and I flicked again, sending another spray right onto his tongue. He moaned, broken and needy, body arching up into mine.
“Fuck. Matt….holy shit....”
I kept fucking him while I leaned down and licked a stripe up his neck, tasting salt and shame.
“You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you? You get off from getting degraded and sweat-flicked like a filthy little whore.”
His whole body started shaking, abs clenching, thighs trembling around my shoulders, hole spasming wildly around my cock. His eyes rolled back.
“Oh god, Matt, I’m….fuck…I’m gonna—AHHHHH….OH MY GAWD…UGHHHH…HOLY SHIT….Aghhh it feels amazing….oh fuck yeah, oh thank you daddy…”
He came hard, untouched, cock pulsing between us, shooting thick ropes across his own abs and chest, splattering up to his neck. His hole clamped down like a vice, milking me rhythmically as he sobbed through the orgasm, hips bucking helplessly.
“Good boy,” I growled, not slowing down. “Look at you. Hahaha cumming like a bitch just from my sweat and my dick up your ass. Say goodbye to the last bit of your manhood. You’re just my cheap whore now…Aight, Now it’s my turn.”
I sped up, my thrusts turning sharper, deeper.
“Fuck I’m close. Gonna cum soon. Gonna flood this wrecked little boy pussy.”
Kent’s eyes snapped open, panic cutting through the afterglow.
“Matt…wait,y-y-you’re not wearing a condom…please…I’m not on prep or anything yet…”
I slapped him across the cheek.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled, pinning his wrists above his head again with one hand. “You don’t get to decide. This hole’s mine.”
I ignored his pathetic begging completely. His wrists were still pinned above his head in my one-handed grip, body arched and trembling under me as I kept that steady, deep rhythm—rolling my hips, grinding in circles every time I bottomed out to make sure he felt every veiny inch owning him.
I slammed in deep one last time…grinding, holding…balls drawing tight.
I buried myself to the hilt and held there, hips locked flush against his ass. The first pulse hit like lightning: hot, thick ropes blasting straight into his guts. I groaned loud and filthy, voice rough and ragged as I groaned right in his ear.
“Fuck—here it comes—gonna breed you—ughhhh….fuck yeah gonna fill Kevin’s little brother—ahhh shit—take my load—FUCK yes—ARGHHHH….shooting so deep….painting your ruined boy pussy…yeah, feel that? I’m fucking marking you inside, dude. Goddamn….UGHHH…still cumming…oh fuck yeah….take every drop, you beautiful little cumdump…”
I groaned loud and filthy through the whole thing, cock pulsing hard as I unloaded deep, thick spurts coating his guts. Kent whimpered beneath me, body shaking, hole fluttering around every pulse like it was trying to pull me deeper.
I kept grinding through it, cock pulsing hard inside him, each spurt making his hole flutter and clench around me like it was trying to milk me dry. My whole body tensed, sweat pouring off me onto his skin as I unloaded what felt like forever….rope after rope painting his insides, the heat spreading deep where no one had ever been.
Then I leaned down, kissed him slow and dirty. My tongue claiming his mouth one last time. I let my heavy, muscular body collapse on top of his slimmer frame as my orgasm continued.
When the main waves finally ebbed, I pulled out. But I wasn’t done. I fisted my slick, cum-smeared cock and aimed it at Kent’s handsome face.
“Open,” I ordered.
He hesitated, lips trembling, but I slapped my cock head across his cheek once…wet, sticky…then again. He parted them on instinct.
I stroked fast and the last couple spurts arced out, landing hot and messy across his lips, his cheek, his nose. One rope hit his tongue; he flinched but didn’t dare close his mouth. Cum dripped down his chin in slow strings, mixing with his tears and my sweat.
“Good boy,” I panted, chest heaving. “Look at you, hahaha, face painted like a whore. That’s what you get for begging to pull out.”
I didn’t give him time to recover. I shifted up, straddling his chest, knees pinning his arms down so he couldn’t move. My cock, still half-hard, glistening with cum, spit, and the musky tang of his own ass, hovered right over his pretty mouth.
“Clean it,” I said, voice low and dangerous. “Every inch. Tongue out.”
Kent’s eyes widened, disgust flashing across his wrecked face. He shook his head weakly. “Holy shit, Matt…it’s… it’s dirty…it probably tastes litereally like ass”
I grabbed his jaw hard, forcing his mouth open. “You better do it, bitch boi. If you ever want this cock again, your gonna clean it right now. Swallow your pride and taste your own hole like the filthy fag you are. Or I walk out that door and you spend the rest of your life jerking to memories and pics.”
His breath hitched, tears welling up again. But he stuck his tongue out…slow, reluctant, eyes squeezed shut.
I fed the head past his lips first. He gagged instantly. His throat worked, trying to push it out, but I held his head still and pushed deeper.
“Oh fuck yeah...goooood boy. Deeper,” I growled. “Suck it clean. Lick every bit off. That’s your own mess on there, fag.”
He whimpered around my shaft, tongue swirling reluctantly…gagging every few seconds as he tasted the full flavor of his own hole. Tears streamed down his temples, but he kept going, lips stretching, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed shallowly, cleaning me inch by inch. T
When I finally pulled out, my cock shiny and clean, I smirked down at him. His face was a mess: cum streaks, spit, sweat. But something darker stirred in me. I’d always fantasized about this next part. The ultimate power move.
I shifted higher, straddling his chest properly now, cock hanging heavy over his mouth. “Open wide,” I said, voice thick. “Tongue out. And don’t you dare spill a drop. We’re right over your bed. If you miss, your sheets get soaked. You want Mommy and Daddy to come home to piss stains? Or you gonna be a good boy and swallow?”
Kent’s eyes went huge. Pure shock and humiliation. But still he opened his mouth.
I relaxed, and the first hot spurt hit his tongue. He gagged hard, eyes watering, but I kept going: short, controlled spurts so he could handle it without drowning.
“Catch it all,” I ordered, aiming carefully. “Swallow. Every fucking drop.”
Another spurt splashed against his tongue, pooling in his mouth. He gulped frantically, throat working, some dribbling down his chin despite his best efforts. I adjusted, pissing slower now, letting him drink it like the filthy urinal he was becoming.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, watching his throat bob. “Kevin’s little brother. Drinking my piss straight from the source. Hahaha that’s nasty bro. This is your life now. My personal toilet. Hey! Swallow it down or your bed’s ruined.”
He did, gulping desperately, body shaking under me as the last spurts tapered off. When I was empty, I shook the last drops onto his tongue, then smeared the head across his lips like wiping on a towel.
“Good boy,” I murmured, patting his cheek. “You just earned yourself another round sometime. Maybe next time I’ll make Kevin watch.” I winked.
I climbed off him, leaving him sprawled, wrecked, leaking from both ends: cum trickling from his hole, piss and cum streaking his face. Fucking beautiful work if I do say so myself.
I stood up, stretching my arms overhead, muscles popping from the afterglow pump. “Get up, lil man. Shower. Now. Scrub that ass good…rub some soap inside if you have to. And use a shit-ton of mouthwash. I don’t want your breath smelling like your own hole when you’re sucking me off next time.”
Kent blinked up at me slowly, like the words were taking forever to register. He nodded weakly, voice hoarse and cracked. “Y-yeah… okay… Matt…”
I watched as the no-longer virgin twink staggered to his feet, legs shaking like a newborn foal, one hand braced on the wall as he shuffled toward the attached bathroom.
He finished up after ten minutes and I showered off after.
Then I quickly dried off. I threw on my gray sweats and compression shirt from earlier. Kent was laying on my bed wearing loose basketball shorts and a tank top that hung off his slimmer frame. Back in the bedroom, the sheets were a disaster: stained, soaked in places. But I didn’t give a fuck. I dropped onto the bed, propped against the headboard, legs spread.
“C’mere.”
I patted the mattress beside me. “Snuggle up, baby. I’m not a total monster.”
He crawled over slowly, wincing with every movement, and tucked himself against my side. His head found my chest, one arm draping tentatively across my abs. I let him. wrapped one arm around his shoulders, fingers idly tracing circles on his bicep. Not tender, exactly. Just… comfortable. I wasn’t gonna cuddle him like some boyfriend, but I’d taken his virginity like an animal. Least I could do was let him cling for a minute.
We lay there for a while, breathing syncing up under the hum of the AC. Kent’s fingers started tracing lazy patterns on my pec, almost shy.
“Matt…” he whispered after a long silence. “That was… intense. Like, really intense. But… I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about you for so long. Not just the sex stuff. Just… you. Being around you. Hearing you laugh at the house. I guess I… I might be starting to catch feelings. For real.”
His voice cracked at the end, vulnerable in a way the begging hadn’t been.
I stared at the ceiling, thumb still rubbing slow circles on his shoulder. Didn’t pull away, but didn’t melt into it either. Why was the dude saying this shit? We’d barely hung out in person until today.
“Yeah?” I said, keeping my tone neutral. Casual. “That’s cute.”
He shifted, looking up at me tentatively with those big blue eyes… “Do you… feel anything? Like… even a little?”
I let out a soft huff of a laugh, not mean, just honest. “You’re hot as fuck, Kent. Tight hole, pretty face, eager little slut when you stop fighting it. I like using you. A lot. And yeah, I’ll probably hit you up again before you leave for college. But feelings?” I shrugged one shoulder, the one he wasn’t lying on. “Nah. Not like that. You’re fun. And a great fuck. But you’re gonna find the right guy for yourself in college.”
His face fell, just a flicker, before he buried it against my chest again. “Oh. Okay. I… I get it.”
I squeezed his shoulder once. Not comforting, exactly. Acknowledging.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t keep having fun,” I added, voice dropping lower. “You send me those pics, beg real pretty, take it like you did today… I’ll keep coming back. Might even let you suck me off in the truck sometime. But don’t go falling in love, babe. That’s not what this is.”
He nodded against me, small and defeated. “Yeah… I know. Just… thanks for… staying. For a little bit.”
I didn’t answer. Just let him snuggle closer, his breathing evening out as exhaustion finally hit him. My arm stayed around him…loose and maybe a bit possessive, but definitely not loving.
Meanwhile I thought about the video I got on my phone. I’d edit the footage later. Keep the best parts. Definitely planned on clipping the part where he talked shit about Kevin. Probably send it to my buddy Doug for laughs.
I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the remote, and flicked the TV on without sitting up. The screen lit up with some late-afternoon college football game. I cranked the volume just enough to make talking harder, then settled back against the headboard, one arm still loosely draped around Kent’s shoulders. He was still tucked against my side, head on my chest, fingers tracing idle circles over my pec like he was trying to memorize the shape.
For a minute it was quiet. Just the announcers droning, the occasional cheer. Then Kent started up again, voice soft almost like a whisper.
“Matt… seriously, man. That was… insane. Like, the way you just took me? Pinned me down, fucked me so hard I couldn’t even think straight… I’ve never felt anything like that. You’re so fucking strong. So dominant. It was brutal and perfect and… god, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I grunted, eyes on the screen. A running back broke through for a big gain. Nice.
Kent kept going, words tumbling out faster now. “I was so confused before. Like, all through high school I kept telling myself it was just phases, just curiosity, maybe I was bi or something. I’d jerk off to girls, then feel guilty when I thought about guys. Especially guys like you…jacked and confident. I hated myself for it sometimes. Thought I was broken. But today… with you… it just clicked. I’m gay. I’m fucking gay and it feels right. Like a weight’s gone. And it’s because of you. You made it make sense.”
Kent was starting to annoy me now. I wanted to tell him to stfu and quit being such a faggot already. But I held my tongue. I just shifted slightly, the arm around him tightening a bit. The TV blared a touchdown call. I didn’t respond.
He didn’t take the hint. “So… what about you? I mean… you said you fucked a man for the first time last night, right? And now me. Are you… like… bi? Or is this just… experimenting? Because I get it if it is. I just wanna know where your head’s at.”
My jaw tightened. The touchy-feely faggot talk was starting to grate. I wasn’t here for therapy sessions or identity crises. I was here to get off, maybe get a blowjob later if he behaved, and bounce before it was time to get dinner with the boys.
I glanced down at Kent—big blue eyes looking up at me all hopeful and vulnerable—and felt a flicker of annoyance. I’m a straight man for fucks sake! Chase had been a drunken impulse, a power thing, same as this. No deep feelings, no “journey.” Just wanted to dominate the fuck out of a weaker stud.
“Enough,” I said, voice flat. I pulled my arm from around him, sat up straighter, and spread my legs wider. My sweats were already tenting again from the memory of wrecking him earlier. “You talk too much.”
Kent blinked, confused. “I just—”
“Shut up.” I hooked a thumb into the waistband of my sweats and shoved them down enough to free my cock, already thickening, heavy against my thigh. “Get down there and suck it. Now.”
He hesitated for half a second, eyes flicking to the TV then back to my face, before he slid down the bed without another word. He settled between my legs, knees tucked under himself, hands resting lightly on my thighs.
I leaned back, laced my hands behind my head, biceps bulging, chest puffed out in a relaxed pose. The game droned on in the background.
“Open,” I said.
Kent’s lips parted. I fed the head past them slow, letting him taste the faint leftover salt and musk from earlier. He gagged softly at first, but I didn’t push. Just held still and watched him work.
He started slow…tentative licks along the underside, tongue swirling around the head like he was trying to prove something. His eyes flicked up to mine every few seconds, searching for approval. I gave him nothing but a lazy smirk.
“Good boy,” I muttered, voice low over the TV noise. “That’s it. Suck your brother’s friend’s cock like the personal cocksucker you are.”
He moaned around me and a vibration shot straight to my balls. Then he took me deeper. Sloppy, eager, spit starting to drip down my shaft. His hands stayed on my thighs, fingers digging in a little as he bobbed, cheeks hollowing.
I kept my hands behind my head, relaxed, enjoying the view: Kevin’s handsome little bro on his knees in his own bed, worshipping the dick that just ruined him. I enjoyed the wet gluck-gluck of his throat and the soft whimpers he let out every time he gagged.
“Deeper,” I ordered, flexing my hips just enough to nudge the head against the back of his throat. He choked, eyes watering, but didn’t pull off. Good.
I closed my eyes for a second, let my head tip back against the headboard, and just felt it…the warm, wet suction, the way his tongue flattened and dragged.
“Keep going,” I said, voice rough. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”
I kept my hands locked behind my head, elbows flared, biceps flexed like I was posing for no one but myself… Kent was working harder now. Spit already dribbled from the corners of his mouth, shiny trails running down my shaft and pooling at my balls.
I let him bob for another minute, then decided I was done with the gentle shit.
I dropped one hand from behind my head, fisted a thick handful of his blonde hair, and shoved his face down hard.
“I said deeper, bitch.”
His throat opened on instinct at first, then it clamped. The head of my cock punched past his soft palate and lodged in the tight tunnel of his throat. His eyes bulged instantly, watering. A loud, wet *glurk* ripped out around my shaft as his gag reflex kicked in full force. His hands flew to my thighs, pushing, nails digging in, body jerking like he was trying to escape.
I didn’t let go.
I held him there, nose mashed against my pubes, throat convulsing around me in frantic spasms. His chest heaved, desperate little snorts of air trying to get through his stuffed nose. Mucus bubbled up fast: thick, clear strings running from his nostrils, dripping down his chin in long, sloppy ropes that mixed with the spit already coating my balls.
“Fight it,” I growled, voice low over the TV noise. “Choke on it like the cocksucker you are.”
He struggled…throat muscles milking me involuntarily, gagging so violently his whole body shook. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the mess on his face. I counted to ten in my head, slow and deliberate, letting him feel every second of suffocation before I finally yanked him off with a wet pop.
He gasped, coughing up more mucus that splattered onto my abs. His lips were swollen, red, shiny. Eyes glassy and wrecked.
“Again,” I said, and shoved him back down.
This time I fucked his face…short, brutal thrusts, using his throat like a fleshlight. Every time he gagged I held him deeper, letting the mucus pour. By the third round his chin was a dripping mess, strings of it swinging every time I pulled him off to let him breathe for half a second.
When I finally let him up for real, he was a disaster: face flushed, tears and snot and spit everywhere. I slapped my wet cock across his cheek, leaving shiny streaks, then leaned back again, hands behind my head.
“Get up here. Fuckin ride me. Hard. Fast. Show me what that soccer player stamina that got you recruited.”
Kent climbed onto my lap on shaky legs, straddling me, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips. His hole was still slick and loose from earlier, but I still threw him the lube and ordered himself to lube my cock. He lined me up, sank down slow at first, wincing as the head popped past his rim, then started moving. Up. Down. Tentative at first. I laughed.
“That all you got, bitch? Come on. You’re supposed to be a fucking ATHLETE. Ride me like you mean it. Harder. Faster. Or I’ll flip you over and do it myself…and you won’t like how rough I get when I’m annoyed.”
Kent’s eyes flashed. Was it humiliation, determination, leftover lust? I dunno, but he picked up speed. Hips slamming down, ass clapping against my thighs with wet smacks. He braced his hands on my chest, nails digging into my pecs, riding me like his life depended on it.
“Faster,” I barked, slapping his red ass hard enough to make him yelp. “Is that as quick as those pretty legs can go? Pathetic.”
He moaned, hips pistoning now, sweat beading on his forehead again. His own cock bounced untouched between us, leaking steadily, but he didn’t dare reach for it.
I let him ride until his thighs started shaking, pace faltering from exhaustion.
Then I grabbed his hips, stopping him mid-downstroke with my cock buried to the balls.
“Listen up,” I said, voice low and serious now. “If you want this dick again before you leave for college—if you want me to show up, pin you down, wreck you whenever I feel like it—you’re gonna follow my rules. Got it?”
He nodded frantically, chest heaving, hole clenching around me.
“First: no touching that little cock any more okay? No cumming. Not without my permission. Edge yourself stupid every day if you want, but you don’t shoot until I say.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Second: I text you for a nude? You drop whatever the fuck you’re doing. Class, practice, dinner with your parents, doesn’t matter. You find a spot, strip, and send me exactly what I ask for. Position, angle, toy if I want it. No excuses.”
He swallowed hard. “Okay… I—I promise…”
“Third: keep that entire body smooth. Every inch. Like a girl. Legs, ass, pits, pubes, I want em waxed or shaved clean. I want you hairless and pretty for me. No stubble. You show up fuzzy next time, I walk.”
Kent’s face flushed deeper with humiliation, but he nodded again, voice small. “Yes… Matt… I’ll do it. All of it. Please… just… use me again. Before I leave for college.”
I smirked, gave his ass one last hard slap, then leaned back, hands behind my head again.
“Good boy. Now keep riding. Don’t stop until I’m ready to shoot another wad in you.”
Kent was riding me like he’d lost his mind, hips slamming down fast and sloppy, ass rippling every time he bottomed out, his tight hole gripping me like a fist. Sweat was pouring off both of us again, the room stuck of sex. Then he leaned forward, eyes glazed with pure slut hunger, and buried his face straight into my right armpit.
The soccer stud went feral.
His nose pressed deep into the damp, dark hair, inhaling loud and desperate like he was trying to snort my scent straight into his lungs. I didn’t put deodorant on after my shower. All that was left was raw, fresh jock musk. Kent moaned like a whore into my pit, tongue coming out sloppy and greedy, lapping broad, wet stripes through the hair.
He sucked at the skin, lips dragging, tongue flicking over every ridge and follicle, whimpering “fuck, Matt… you smell so fucking good… so manly… so fucking strong…” between hungry licks. His hips never stopped moving. He was riding me even harder now, grinding down in filthy circles while he worshipped my pit like it was the only thing in the world.
Spit and sweat mixed on his face, his pretty blonde hair getting matted against my skin as he switched to the left pit, burying himself completely, sniffing and licking and moaning so loud the football game on the TV was completely drowned out.
The sight of him, face smashed in my musky armpits, ass bouncing on my cock like a desperate bitch in heat, pushed me right to the edge.
“Off,” I growled.
I grabbed his hips and shoved him backward hard. He landed on his back with a bounce, legs splayed, hole gaping and leaking, cock throbbing angrily against his abs. Before he could even gasp I was on him. My knees planted on either side of his head. My cock aimed straight down his throat.
I plunged in.
No warning. Balls-deep in one brutal thrust. His eyes shot wide, throat convulsing instantly around me as I started facefucking him with zero mercy. Long, relentless strokes that made his throat bulge visibly every time I bottomed out. He gagged violently, hands flying up to push at my thighs, nails scratching, body bucking and twisting underneath me. Mucus poured from his nose again, tears streaming, but I just pinned his wrists to the mattress above his head with one hand and kept pounding.
“Take it, faggot,” I snarled between thrusts. “Gonna feed you every drop…oooohhhh fuck here it comes….ahhh shit. Feel that? MMMH! My cock pulsing down your throat..here come’s the first rope. UGH swallow it! Fuck yeah…thick and hot straight into your stomach….oh fuck fuck….drink it all, bitch. Every fucking spurt don’t you dare waste a drop. Ahhh fuck yes…last one…ughhhhhhhh I love marking your guts…”
I groaned loud and filthy through the whole orgasm, hips stuttering, balls pressed tight to his chin as I pumped rope after thick rope straight down his throat. He choked and swallowed convulsively around me, throat milking every pulse, eyes rolling back while he struggled and gagged.
When I finally pulled out, I wiped the messy head slowly across his pretty blonde hair, smearing spit, mucus, and the last drops of cum into the strands like I was marking territory.
“Stay right there,” I said, already climbing off the bed. I pulled my compression shirt and gray sweats back on, grabbed my phone and keys, and headed for the door.
Kent was a wreck. His handsome face was wrecked and his pathetic little cock still rock-hard and leaking a puddle onto his abs. He reached for it on instinct, voice hoarse and desperate.
“Matt…please let me cum. I’m so fucking close…please…just once.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“Nope. Rules start now, bitch. No cumming until I say. You stay hard and horny and aching until the next time I decide to use that hole. Maybe I’ll text you in a couple days. Maybe I won’t. But you don’t touch it. Not even once.”
I opened the door, glanced back at the deflowered 18-year-old jock one last time. He was spread out, cock leaking precum, denied, face still shiny with my mess. I just smirked.
“See you around, fag.”
Then I walked out, leaving him blue-balled and completely owned.
First thing I did when I got back was watch the video back. Fuck it was so hot. Then I clipped the part where I brutally fucked Kent in the ass while he degraded himself and told the camera that his brother Kevin has a tiny dick. Sent it straight to Doug, a mutual friend of Kevin and mine.
That was such a goddamn power trip. I’d always been annoyed by Kevin…all “enlightened” and kind and trying to make the frat “more accepting”. I hated his holier-than-thou, self righteous attitude. It felt fucking good to bring him down a peg.
Little did I know at the time, sending that vid to Dough was the worst motherfuckin decision I made of my life. That was the beginning of my long, depraved, downward spiral into becoming the thing I loathed the most: a fag.
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