Rodney

Rodney

Martin’s cousin Barry may have been the biggest freak I had ever met up to that point.

Barry was a bit younger than Martin, living in a separate housing unit right next to his parents’ home. Both his age and his living situation seemed to give him pretty decent access to a whole host of guys whose age ranges and situations were beyond those of our then-current crowd.

Everyone in town seemed to know Barry was a freak, but just how much people didn’t really get into. On top of that, he was almost too attractive, and in almost shockingly good shape, so it was hard not to look at least twice. His dick was fairly thick, but less than 9” long. His balls hung low and tightened into almost tennis balls. But it almost seemed like he had used his way more than most, and he certainly knew how to cum a lot, in about every freaky way I think I may have ever imagined up until then.

We would soon learn how bi he was as he got involved with Tony, James and my mom, but the dude really seemed to have a non-stop and ever-growing sexual appetite, and was bound and determined to make me compete with him, even at the threat of undermining my relationship with Rodney.

So I really had no choice except to step up and go way beyond where I had been, no matter how much sex I had been having. As for Rodney, the whole thing seemed to excite him, so he was seemed more than happy to entice Barry to do more and more, as well as get Martin to do the same.

In the meantime, Rodney had me start watching slutty straight porn, encouraging me more and more to go beyond my comfort zone, and even beyond that.

We’d stop by somewhere to get food, even fast food, and Rodney would egg me on to have sex with some random dude. And somehow, there always seemed to be someone around willing to go for it.

I really thought I must have been impressing Rodney, but Barry always seemed to show up and challenge what I thought was impressive. I would suck a dude, and Barry wanted to know why I didn’t get the dude to fuck me. I would get fucked, and Barry would ask Rodney why I didn’t get the dude to shoot at least twice.

So it shouldn’t have surprised me, I suppose, when Barry got excited when he talked to Rodney about Jose.

Jose was this cool Hispanic dude, driving a hot car, working hard and generally keeping to himself, just a bit older than Barry but a fair bit younger than Tony. But true to form, what excited Barry was Jose’s cock. “I swear it’s easily over a foot long, soft. I’ll bet you almost anything your boi will never be able to take it all.”

So of course the main event was Jose, but it was Barry’s activity that made this a bit crazy.

Somehow Rodney wanted to take on the challenge, even showing me some pictures in advance. “You know I don’t want to lose to this bitch, but I can’t imagine it’s not going to hurt you.” Then Rodney would kiss and make love to me: “But you’ve done a lot, baby, even enduring all that biting and bruising from Paul and Rick, as well as all that freaky shit from those college guys. So won’t you please do this. For both of us?”

Damn. I was scared. Would Jose really hurt me? So far I had been protected pretty well from much harm, but I even heard that Jose didn’t think he had ever been all the way in someone, and Rodney and Jose were texting back and forth with Rodney making all sorts of promises.

Just reading those texts almost got Barry to cum. “You really think you control your bitch that much? I can’t imagine he won’t be sore for days after, even if he does succeed. And you know he’s gonna cry, scream or something, right?”

The more Barry egged Rodney on, the hornier it got him. Even the end of day fucks started getting rougher, as Rodney shared the stories with Tony, Gary and Rick, making all of them hornier as well. It couldn’t have been clearer that Barry was doing his damnedest to get on the inside of all of this, even more so as Martin would push me, knowing well that I would never allow Martin to be a better bottom than me, even as Martin jumped into taking over finances, as well as pushing Rodney to do ever more online.

So now there was a whole host of guys egging Rodney on: the basic line seemed to be that if I really loved him of course I’d sacrifice for him, with Rodney increasingly talking with me about helping him beat my pussy up, “the way we both know it needs to be.” And increasingly Rodney and Tony would talk about Jose while fisting me, even as Martin filmed, posted and sold it.

So on one hand it felt like it took forever, but within a week Rodney told Barry the bet was on, with Tony assuring me there was no way I could let Rodney lose, even as Gary and Rick almost felt sorry for me, despite how horny the whole thing made them: “Shit. We do think you can do it, but you know there’s no way you can fail, right?”

Then Barry brought Jose by ”just to introduce us”: me and Rodney and the two of them.

I was terrified, but also totally unprepared: Jose may have been one of the sexiest men I had ever met. His accent was hot. His voice alone almost overpowered me. And Rodney almost looked jealous as he saw how I was reacting. Who would have guessed this whole thing was going to affect him as well?

We tried to keep things simple, but there were way too many hormones raging. It was clear Barry was hard almost from the second Jose and I shook hands, even more so as Jose was slow to let it go. That was enough to get Rodney horny as well.

“Fuck. You know this is not going to be a simple meet and greet, right?”

Now Jose grabbed his crotch. Shit. I didn’t even dare guess how far his bulge went.

“So Barry must have told you I haven’t fucked anything for a week already, right?”

I really hadn’t even thought about what information guys might have been sharing with Jose, but you know that kind of a comment made me feel obligated, as Rodney piped up: “Well you know my bitch isn’t going to let you get away with anything like that very long.”

“Really?” And Jose grabbed his crotch again.

“Shit. This intro is never gonna stop here, Rodney. I’m almost ready to cum right here in my pants just thinking about how this bet’s gonna go.” Barry’s excitement, as usual, moved things up a notch, as I was lost for words. “Your boi has to at least swallow my load.”

“Damn. You wanna do this in the bedroom, outside, or where?”

Jose’s eyes had already wandered to the bedroom, as his legs soon followed. “Fuck. You all even have ropes here to tie the bitch down. You really goin for the gold here, aren’t you?”

Barry started taking his clothes off. Rodney soon followed: “Hell yeah.”

“Strip him, Jeff.”