Asking Permission

“Fuck! Get it, kid!” Hutch yelled out as Stephen pile-drived down into the older man’s upturned ass. Hutch was on his back, folded in half, his knees back to his ears as the high school jock pushed down on his calves.

“You like that, big muscle boy? Seventeen-year-old cock in your gut?” Stephen growled. He reveled in seeing the 21-year-old stud struggling to take his cock. If anyone could handle an aggressive fuck, it was Hutch with his bowling ball ass cheeks spread wide, his giant legs flexing. His face flushed red, veins popping out in his neck and forehead. Damn, the big man loved to get fucked, Stephen thought as he grinned down at his older boyfriend fuckboy.

Hutch panted, breathing hard, the loud smacking noise of cock slamming into ass. “I fucking love it, kid. I love your teenage cock rearranging my fucking insides.”

“Can’t wait to cum inside you, Hutch. Fill your stud ass full of my babies.”

“I want to leak your boys, dude.”

“Fuck yeah! Here it comes bottom boy!” Stephen yelled out as he slammed down to the root and gushed the second load of the day into his college boyfriend’s ass.

“Oh, kid!” Hutch moaned as he felt the warm liquid flow through his ass. He couldn’t get enough of the kid’s cum inside of him. Just knowing this teenager was boning him constantly was so hot to him. He never thought he would ever love a younger kid topping him, let alone his best friend’s brother.

Stephen sat up and unfolded the muscular jock. Hutch sat up and they embraced in a heated kiss.

“I’m so damn lucky to get to fuck such a hot stud,” Stephen said, laying his body down on Hutch’s massive chest.

“No, kid. It’s me that’s lucky.” Hutch said.

“I like it that you call me kid,” Stephen smiled.

“Why is that?”

“Dunno. I guess it just feels so powerful, that I have some kind of power of an older, massive, masculine guy like you. I’m just a kid. One minute I'm in fucking calculus wondering what girl I'm taking to prom and the nest minute I'm balls deep in a college dude's ass."

“I understand where you’re coming from. I was dating a girl up until last month. I don't know what it is. Just knowing a kid half my size can throw me around and fuck me like you do makes me so fucking horny. I feel like I’m your bitch.”

“Fuck yeah, you are. God, I wish I could just tell all my buddies I’m smashing a college man,” Stephen bragged.

“Don’t you mean ‘bottom boy?’” Hutch laughed.

“I called you that, didn’t I?” asked Stephen chuckling.

“Yeah, you did. But for some reason, that was so hot to me. You know you can call me anything you want when your dick inside me.”

“Good. I love talking dirty to you. It's one of the few times I can shit talk a dude twice my size and not get beat up for it," Stephen laughed. "Plus, you are a bottom boy. You REALLY love to get fucked.”

“As long as it’s YOU shit talking me, it’s just fine,” Hutch told him. He didn’t think he would like just any random guy calling him a bottom boy. He was definitely not a boy. ‘Bottom Boy’ was meant to be demeaning or what was it a badge of honor? Whatever it was, he was ok with being the bottom to Stephen’s top. “I really do love to get fucked. It feels so fucking good.”

“Let’s go again, big guy?” Stephen asked, stroking his fingers through Hutch’s sweaty hair.

“You’re a machine, kid.”

“You make my dick wet.”

"Yeah, well, you make my hole wet. Like right now I'm leaking you, kid." Hutch felt warm cum dribbling from his hole. 

"God, that's so fucking hot. Knowing my jizz is inside your muscle ass. Come on, let's go again. I wanna get you pregnant."

That last sentence made Hutch's heart stop. It was such a "bro" thing to say. It was something he might say to a girl, a hook up in the heat of the moment. It was locker room talk and now he was hearing it refer to himself. Another dude was talking about fucking him and, suddenly, he wished there were other guys in the room listening to the cocky high school jock talk about his college boy conquest and then they would ask him for all the details. He would tell them how much Hutch loved to get fucked, how tight his ass was, that he moaned and screamed like a bitch, how he was a big muscle stud but really a 17-year-old's fuck boy. It made Hutch's hole twitch. He wanted more of his muscle boy inside of him.

“I guess we can go one more time. I have to pick up my little brother in an hour. His car is in the shop,” said Hutch, his dick humping up against Stephen’s. “Just give me a minute.”

“Dude, you have no idea how awkward it is when I see your brother at school. Whenever I see him or talk to him, all I can think about is that I’m smashing his big brother,” Stephen said with guilt in his tone.

“Don’t worry, kid. Adam knows I’m bisexual. He was cool with it. He says he has a couple of buddies who have experimented with dudes. It’s pretty common now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has messed around once or twice.”

Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Now, that would be hot to see that kid making out with a dude,” Stephen said with a laugh. “He’s like a mini version of you."

“I suppose you would like that,” Hutch teased. “Perv.”

“No pervier than you crushing on a high school kid,” Stephen teased back.

“True,” Hutch laughed. “Ok, kid. Let’s smash before I need to leave.”

"Sit on me, big guy. I love to see your fucking swole body flex while you ride me."

"My pleasure, kid."

Hutch climbed on top of Stephen. He easily slid down the kid's pole with two loads of his cum already in his ass. Stephen watched Hutch's gorgeous features reveal how much he loved getting nailed. He was always in awe of how lucky he was to be boning a dude like Hutch. Hutch moved around on the erect cock, rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down. He never wanted to stop. The little stud under him looking up at him was so fucking cute. His little body was ripped, and his muscles proportionally sized to his frame. The kid was beautiful. 

They fucked for another ten minutes until Stephen shot another load, the third one into Hutch's fuck hole. Hutch felt the cum coursing through him. It made him explode as well. 

He lifted himself off the cock, lay down beside Stephen, basking in the after-sex glow. 

"Are you sure you have to pick up Adam? Can't he Uber?" Stephen half-whined.

"Why? You want to go again?" asked Hutch. He couldn't believe this kid wanted to do more fucking. 

"Fuck yeah, big guy."

"Bro, you're going to wreck my hole."

"That's the idea, college boy. Wreck you and then knock you up," Stephen growled in his sexy low voice. 

Again, Hutch's heart stopped. "You keep saying that, and I'll have to let you knock me up," Hutch growled back.

"Fuck! I want to wreck you all night."

"I'll text Adam, ask him to Uber."

A few minutes before...

Chris showed up unannounced at Hutch’s front door. It was unlocked so naturally, he walked in. He put some beers in the fridge and that’s when he heard voices coming from Hutch’s bedroom. It was two male voices and the sounds of kissing.

“Oh damn. Hutch must have a dude in there,” Chris said to himself. “This is fucking awkward.”

The bedroom door was open a little bit. Chris was tempted to take a peek. He had been curious about his buddy. Curious to see what Hutch looked like with another dude. He pictured the muscular brute holding down some guy while he railed away on his ass. Right now, he just heard the two guys talking and kissing. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak and peek in. They obviously didn’t hear him come in. He could take a look and then leave. They would never know he was there.

He quietly stepped up to the bedroom door. He took a deep breath and slowly spied through the doorway. He froze in place. His eyes grew wide, and his head turned hot. His temper was flaring up. He saw Hutch and his own little brother in bed, naked, cuddling.

In a rage, he threw open the door. “WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled.

The two boys startled and sat up. They saw it was Chris and they both turned white.

“Fuck,” Stephen said.

Hutch held out a hand to signal for Chris to wait. “Dude, wait. I can explain.”

“EXPLAIN WHY YOU’RE IN BED WITH MY BROTHER?” Chris bellowed.

“You weren’t supposed to find out this way,” Hutch said.

“Chris...” Stephen started.

“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ASSHOLE!” Stephen screamed at his brother. “I’ll deal with you later.”

“FUCK YOU!” Stephen shouted back.

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Chris yelled to his brother. “I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU!”

Hutch scrambled out of bed, pulling a blanket with him to cover himself. He stood in front of Chris blocking his view of Stephen.

“Wait a fucking minute, Chris. Don’t talk to him that way. He didn’t do anything wrong,” Hutch explained in defense of Stephen.

“He fucking slept with you, Hutch. And I told you, damn it! I told you NOT to get involved with him,” Chris said, sticking his pointing finger into Hutch’s chest.

“What?” Stephen asked in shock. “You told him to stay away from me?” he asked Chris. Then he looked at Hutch and said, “And you! You told him about me?”

“I asked his permission to ask you out and that was all I said,” Hutch explained to his boyfriend.

Stephen looked perplexed. “You ASKED my brother’s PERMISSION if you could ask me out?”

“Yes, he did,” Chris chimed in. “I told him no.”

“What right do you have to tell someone they can’t date me?” Stephen asked his brother, seething with anger.

“I have every right when that someone is my best friend. The little shit doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“What?” Hutch asked. “What does that mean?”

“He’s a whiny, spoiled little bitch,” Chris said pointing at his brother. “He’s a fucking mama’s boy who gets anything he wants. He’s made my life hell.” His eyes turned dark as he focused them on his brother. “I fucking hate you.”

“WHOA!” Hutch exclaimed. “Dude, he’s your brother. You can’t say shit like that.”

“The fuck I can’t!” Chris’s voice boomed.

Hutch put his hand on Chris’s chest and gently pushed him backward towards the door. “You need to check yourself, son,” Hutch told him with a stern tone. “I won’t let you talk like that about him. Not when I’m around. Or ever. You should leave.”

Chris put his hand on the door jam to stop himself. “What the fuck are you saying? Are you two fucking boyfriends or something?” he said with a sneer.

“YES.” Hutch proclaimed.

“What?” Chris said in shock.

“Yes, we’re together. If you can’t handle it, then you need to keep your distance. If I hear of you muscling up on him at home, we’ll have words. Got that?” Hutch slowly started to push the door closed as he pushed Chris out into the hallway. Chris obliged because Hutch was much bigger and stronger. He was actually a little afraid to escalate further.

“You know, Hutch, you’re a spoiled little bitch too. You’re meant for each other. You have everything you’ve ever wanted, why do you need him? Of all the fucking guys in this city, you pick him. You’re fucking destroyed our friendship, Hutch. Take him. He’s all yours. You take everything else anyway.”

“Let me show you out,” Hutch said grabbing his buddy's elbow and closing the bedroom door behind him. 

Hutch sighed and pulled Chris to the front door. He lowered his voice to make the conversation more private. "I can't believe you're reacting this way, man. 

"You can't believe it? I can't believe you went behind my back after I told you no. How long have you two been boning?"

Hutch rolled his eyes. "I asked him out that same night I asked your permission."

"WHAT? That was like, a month ago!" Chris said in disbelief. "You've been fucking lying to me all this time?"

"Yes," replied Hutch quietly. 

"It's like I don't even know you anymore. Who ARE you?" Chris said as if he were just meeting Hutch for the first time. 

"It's the same old me, Chris. I found a guy I really like. I'm sorry if it upsets you but this isn't something you have any say in. It's my life and it's your brother's life."

Chris walked out the door, and Hutch followed, shutting the front door behind them. Chris turned to Hutch. "His LIFE? Hutch, he's only seventeen. He's still in high school. He doesn't fucking know what he wants. YOU don't know what YOU want. It's pathetic."

"What is?" Hutch asked crossing his arms over his chest. 

"You hooking up with a fucking seventeen-year-old high school boy. You can't have anything in common. You're just as immature as he is. Maybe that's the draw."

"Chris, watch it," Hutch warned as he towered over his friend. 

"No, YOU watch it. You're putting your dick in a fucking teenage boy. If my mom finds out, she'll fucking go ballistic."

"You don't know that, Chris. Besides, it's not against the law. I wouldn't have pursued him if he wasn't of age in this state.”

"Dude, when she finds out YOU ARE FUCKING HER PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY, SHE WILL KILL YOU!"

Chris turned and stomped off towards his car. Hutch followed him. "I don't think she has anything to worry about," Hutch said without giving details as to why he said it.

Chris stopped at his driver side door and turned again. "Are you serious? Dude, I know you. You're dropping loads in him left and right. The little fuck is sitting up there right now in your condo with a butt full of YOUR cum."

"NO! That's not what's happening," Hutch said.

"Don't fucking lie, Hutch. You know you're fucking lying. You're not putting your dick in anyone while you're wearing a condom."

"It's not like that!"

"What's that supposed to mean? I fucking know how you are. If YOU'RE fucking, YOU'RE breeding."

"HE'S FUCKING ME!" Hutch blurted out in anger and frustration. Anything to make Chris stop accusing him of everything just short of rape. 

Chris froze. "What?"

Hutch took a breath. "Stephen is fucking me."

Chris was serious until he started to smile. "Fuck you. You're lying."

"No, I'm not. Stephen is the top and I am the bottom," Hutch said looking down at the ground. He sounded ashamed.

"YOU? You want me to believe that YOU, my best friend for eight years, fucking golden boy drowning in pussy, takes dick in the ass?" 

Hutch was still looking down at the ground. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'm not lying. Why would I lie about something like that?"

"You bend over for that little fuck head in your condo? Like a little bitch? Why the fuck would you let someone like HIM fuck you? Why would you let anyone fuck you at all?" Chris asked with a disgusted look on his face. 

Hutch looked up at his buddy. "Don't fucking judge me! There's nothing wrong with being the bottom," he said trying to defend himself. 

Chris scoffed, "Are you kidding me? Dude, Stephen is like 5’7,” and you’re like 6’3,” and he’s 17 and you’re 21. You outweigh him by at least 75-pounds. You're letting a guy who is inferior to you stick his dick in you. If anything, you should be boning him.

Hutch shook his head. "It's not about all of that, dude. That stuff doesn't bother me."

Chris shrugged. "You're not even a real man." 

Hutch stood up straight. "What does that mean?"

"What do you think it means. You're his bitch. You're just a fuck boy," Chris taunted him with a laugh. “Fucking sad.”

"Hey, it takes a real man to get fucked, dick head," Hutch said with his arms crossed over his chest again.'

Chris laughed hysterically. "How do you figure, princess," he taunted again. 

Hutch decided to ignore the name calling. "Because there's pain involved at first. Trust me, YOU couldn't handle it." he said smirking at Chris. “You can’t even handle a hangnail.

"Fuck you! What do you mean I couldn't handle it?" Chris asked with a sneer. 

"I mean, you're a fucking pussy. You're too delicate, little man. I, on the other hand, can take anything thrown at me, including DICK. You're not man enough to endure the pain and even if you did, you would probably fucking freak out when you found out you like it too much. Bitch.”

"That... that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," Chris scoffed again. "So, YOU are the bigger man for being able to get fucked. You're delusional. That’s the most fucked up thing you’ve ever said.”

Hutch had had enough. He tried to not gloat too much around Chris. Hutch knew how insecure he was. But now, it was time to take off the gloves. "And I'm GOOD at it. I can take it all day. Just ask your brother,” he said taunting the blonde. Chris's face turned red, his eyes wide. "Yeah, Stephen loves my ass. Thinks I'm a fucking stud. Loves to watch me ride his big dick until he cums in my gut."

Chris flinched in shock. "Shut the fuck up, you sick fuck. I don't want to hear this!" 

Hutch grins. "I've got three loads in me right now, Chris. Three sticky loads of your little brother's jizz in my ass." Hutch's face flickered. "He’s inside me. Oops, a few drops just leaked out."

"Oh my fucking god!" Chris said disgusted. He opens his door, gets inside, and flips off his best friend though the window.

"Yeah, you go run away, little man. I'm gonna head up and get some more of that sweet little brother dick,” Hutch taunted through the window.

Chris lowered his window. “You do realize he looks just like me,” Chris pointed out suddenly.

“What?” Hutch asked in surprise.

“You heard me. You’re fucking a younger version of me. Maybe it’s not him you really want but you can’t have it so he’s the next best thing.”

“That’s so stupid, Chris,” Hutch said in defense. “The kid looking like you has nothing to do with anything. Besides, what do you care? It’s not like you and I would ever hook up.”

“Did you ever ask?” Chris asked accusingly.

Hutch recoiled, not sure he heard correctly. “Wait, what?”

“Never mind,” Chris said after realizing what he just said. Where did that come from? He turned to leave.

 “Are you fucking jealous?” Hutch asked surprised. “Of your own brother? You are. You’re fucking jealous!”

Chris looked at him with a scowl, his face red. “Fuck. You. You wish.”

“Sounds like SOMEONE wishes,” Hutch quipped back.

“Have fun looking at him while he’s fucking you and seeing my face!” Chris yelled and raised his window.

Hutch shook his head. “Fuck you, asshole.” He turned and walked back into his condo.

Chris sat in his car, seething, and upset. “That little fucker,” he said out loud, referring to his brother. “And fucking Hutch. Fuck you, Hutch! Fuck you!” He put his forehead against the steering wheel on the verge of tears, but he was too mad to cry. Real men don’t cry, he said to himself. “I’m not a fucking pussy!” he yelled out.

He sat up and slammed his hands on the steering feel a few times. Then as if a lightbulb appeared over his head, he had a revelation, a scheme. “I’ll fucking show you, Hutch. I’ll fucking show you, you can’t get the best of me anymore. I’ll fuck you over too. Two can play at this game.”

Inside, Hutch stomped back into the bedroom. Stephen was still in bed, scrolling on his phone. When he saw Hutch skulk in, he tossed his phone aside.

“Hutch, you ok?” Stephen asked as he patted the spot next to him.

“No.”

“He’s a fucking prick, Hutch. You know that. He’s an entitled fucking baby,” Stephen said rubbing Hutch’s shoulder.

“He said some fucked up shit, Stephen.”

“He’s said worse to me.”

“I know. I just never expected it from him.”

“What happened outside?” Stephen asked.

“Just a lot of yelling and name calling,” Hutch replied. Then he chuckled. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Of whom?” Stephen asked confused.

“You.”

“Me? What the fuck for?” Stephen asked laughing in disbelief. “He fucking hates me.”

“Because you have me.”

“I don’t get it.”

“He told me that the only reason I’m with you is because you look like him.”

Stephen recoiled. “What? What the fuck is that?”

“Then he got mad because he said I should have asked him to hook up and not you.”

Stephen sat there as if in a daze. “What the fuck? Do you think he’s…”

“Got a thing for me?”

“Yeah.”

Hutch shrugged his big shoulders. “I dunno. It came out of nowhere. Maybe he’s jealous because he’s so full of himself that he would have at least liked to have been asked. It would feed his ego, especially if he could tell me no.”

“Do you WANT to hook up with him?” Stephen asked skeptically.

“No. I mean, there was a time when I thought about it. But no, I don’t.”

“Don’t worry about him. He’ll come around.”

“But you know how he is. He’s vindictive. I’m gonna wake up with a horsehead in my bed,” Hutch said sarcastically.

Stephen laughed and rolled his eyes. “I think you can take him,” he said pulling Hutch down beside him, laying back on the pillows.

“I can kick his ass easily,” Hutch said before kissing his boyfriend.

Stephen reached down and stroked his big man’s dick through his briefs. “You cooled off enough to take up where we left off before shithead showed up?”

Hutch chuckled. “You are relentless.”

“Get my cock inside your ass, bottom boy,” the high school kid commanded.

Hutch slid off his briefs and mounted his kid. “Yes Sir.”