Brent

Russell

As my relationship with Brent continued to evolve, more and more as Tony got more involved, it also took a bit of a more personal turn as Brent seemed to be carving more and more personal time between me and him once we got back from the camping trip. I was never quite sure if it was because he felt like Elmer had taken too much control, or whether he just missed the beginning days when it really was just me and him.

Somehow that made more sense to me, since Elmer was so much older than Brent, who, after all, was the same age as me. Plus Brent also had his own small circle of friends that predated Elmer getting involved as well. That one had also been a bit curious to me, since Brent seemed to have been best friends with Russell for years, and it was hard to imagine that would just fall apart with Elmer, Tony and others getting involved.

How solid Brent’s relationship with Russell was didn’t occur to me until one day when I had sucked a full load out of Brent’s dick in the old matt storage room, and he told me to just keep sucking. Of course I obeyed, since I really did enjoy the time with Brent, and he actually seemed to be enjoying it as well. But this day he simply started pissing down my throat, without warning, which seemed a bit out of character. However, not wanting to upset him, I did my duty, and slowly sucked and swallowed, until Brent was fully drained.

Brent smiled: “So I guess it’s about time I let you in on a couple of things. Of course Russell has been bugging me about all the time I spend with you, in particular, along with the time I spend with Elmer and gang, so of course I’ve let him in on the whole deal. And don’t pretend to be pissed—I saw you looking at Russell in the locker room the other day when he just blurted out you ought to suck him. I was halfway wondering whether you just might, even in front of everyone.”

That kind of through me for a loop, since it generally seemed like everyone was playing pretty low-key about everything, and now it seemed like Brent had decided to go against that trend as well. But the truth was I still loved sucking his dick and having him fuck me enough that he probably knew I wouldn’t complain, even as he fondled my tits as he continued talking.

“So it was Russell who told me I should piss in you as well. And he even bet me that you’d be the fag you are and dutifully swallow it, even though I wasn’t so sure you would. And of course the cost of me losing that bet is that Russell going to start joining us, which is fine with me, and I’m guessing you’re not going to complain that much either.”

I was still trying to get my head around this new turn, as Russell himself appeared, apparently having been eavesdropping the entire time, bragging about how he knew he would win the bet. “You must have the best bitchboy imaginable, so I’m glad you finally decided to stop being so damned selfish about it.”

And before I knew what was happening, Russell’s cock was out, and Brent was making sure I gave Russell the best blowjob he had ever had: “We sure as hell don’t want to disappoint him now, cause you know he’s gonna start being part of your daily routine now.”

I didn’t really have any choice at this point, so I did my best, to please at least Brent, if not also Russell.

Russell’s dick was a bit thinner and shorter than Brent’s, but Russell seemed to make up for it with his being so verbal, so horny, and so anxious to double-team me with Brent, so of course the whole thing quickly developed into my taking both their dicks, sometimes at the same time, both down my throat and up my ass at least twice every day, even more on the days when Russell felt more in control of things. Plus Russell seemed to shoot further and harder than Brent, and loved going out there further and further with things like making me drink their piss, so the whole thing was a bit of a new challenge, that I simply resigned myself to getting used to.

What I still wasn’t braced for was Russell’s penchant for being nosey, and sniffing out some awkward truths. So when Russell figured out that Travis was quietly fucking me on the side, he started egging Travis on, even in the midst of a friendly little football game we were all having, especially once Russell got Travis to use me as his center, while he quarterbacked, and while Russell played halfback.

So there I was leaning over, ready to hike the ball, when Russell noticed how tight my gymshorts were, and how easy it was to just move them a bit and see my ass as I leaned over the ball: “Fuck, Travis. Did you actually nail him just before this game? I mean it looks like that pussy is actually still wet, no?”

Brent was playing end, but he seemed to know what Russell was doing, as between the two of them they kept working on exposing more and more of my ass every time I leaned over to hike the ball, even to the point that Russell finally slid a finger in, and looked at Travis: “Fuck. That would be hot if you just stuck your dick in there at least once. Who even knows who else would notice, at least the first time or two?”

So that day Russell succeeded in getting Travis to finger me a couple of times as well, along with confirming that he was indeed fucking me on and off on the side, as Russell, Brent and Travis stayed back a bit after the game, and kept me with them as they all took their turns, both fingering my hole and playing with my tits, even right out on the field.

“Fuck. Let’s take him to the matt shed. You know he’ll take care of all of us.”

And there Brent’s group expanded to yet another same-age horny top, with all of them getting more horny together as they worked to show off for each other, as each of them shot in both my ass and mouth, at least twice, before calling it a day.

And of course it hardly ended there, as the three of them now started fingering me on and off almost every time we played.

It was almost a foregone conclusion that others were going to see, and probably more. But what I didn’t anticipate was that the first one to come forward was John, the older guy who often refereed our little games, as well as providing some friendly coaching.

It almost never mattered where we turned, there seemed to be yet another guy anxious to cum, and someone anxious to watch me take it…