Brett

Brett

The Independent One

Brett and I wrestled in an amateur league that met a couple of times a week. I was always a bit hesitant around him, since for whatever reason nothing seemed to move forward other than when Tony had him fuck me at the pool, when Tony invited him to the mountains with James, and a few other occasions.

But it didn’t mean I wasn’t always tempted, so when Brett came up to me and told me I would be staying after practice that day, it must have been crystal clear he knew I would comply. Just to be sure, the two times we wrestled that day he made sure he slipped at least two of his fingers inside my wrestling uniform and into my ass as he smiled: “You better be ready.” Plus he randomly walked passed me and stuck his hand in my unform and squoze my right tit hard, not caring at all who noticed.

Of course I was excited as practice finished, and Brett looked my way. Somehow I knew exactly what his look meant. He wanted me to start stripping, regardless of whether everyone had left or not. To make sure I understood: “You know I don’t really give a shit who knows or sees, right?”

Fuck. It was almost like his looks and voice hypnotized me, even before I surrendered once again to one of the best fucks I had ever had, as I remembered the last time he and Paul had used me at the pool. I started taking off my shoes and socks, doing my best not to pay attention to whether any of the other guys were looking my way, although it did seem a bit odd that Mark seemed to drop his headgear as he turned and looked at Brett on his way out.

I really did my best just to think of Brett as the guys continued to leave, even as he came over to me and pulled my shoulder strap off. “Every damn time I fuck you I keep telling myself I need to do you more. You really need to work harder to get my dick in that pussy.” And with that he slipped off the other strap and my one-piece uniform fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in my jock as he moved his mouth down and bit my left tit.

Damn. I held him face close, even as he sunk his teeth in as he dropped my jock to my ground. “Shit. You’re too good of a whore not to pursue me better.” And with that he pushed me to the floor, where I licked his shoes as I took them off, doing my best to not be nervous at the wonderful thought of him beautiful cock breeding me.

“Fuck. I kind of do hope at least one other guy somehow comes back to investigate, even if I really don’t give a shit how many guys know what kind of a slut you are.”

I kissed his bare feet and licked up the insides of his legs.

“Get up here and kiss me, you faggot. That cunt felt like it’s seeing even more action than usual during practice.”

Brett devoured my face, biting my lip as I slipped his shoulder straps off and worked my way down to his amazing body. I kissed his nipples, licked his sweaty armpits as he pushed me down further. I was trembling at the thought of his huge cut cockhead in my mouth, and way back in the back of my throat, worried that even the thought of it was going to make me cum prematurely as I worked my way down to his sweaty jock.

Brett held my head in close to his sweaty jock, even controlling his cock as I peeled back the jock and kissed his pubes and took his slowly hardening cock into my mouth, licking up the sweat and kissing his cockhead with all the passion I could muster as he pushed my head back: “Kiss my ass, faggot. Earn the fuck I’m gonna give you. Damn. You really need to make sure I remember what a good fuck you are.”

I licked every drop of sweat out of his ass, this slowly swallowed his balls and worked my way up to his now throbbing cock, as he drove one, then two, then three fingers deep in my ass: “Shit. I need this cunt more, bitch. I don’t care what you have to do, you need to make me fuck you more.”

And with that he pushed me to the mat, mounted me, and within seconds started shooting. “Holy shit. I haven’t cum like this for days, you bitch.” And he drove in, all the way to his balls, him shaking almost as much as me as he sunk his teeth into my right shoulder and reached both hands around to squeeze my tits.

Brett was not a noisy cummer, though. As he shot, he whispered in my ear: “Tell me you’re my girl, faggot. Tell me you love me.” As he shot, it felt like at least half a dozen times, as he buried his cock deep in me.

And as the door opened.

Mark was younger than me (Brett was older). Mark probably had the most chiseled body of anyone on our team. He had to be taking something, because he seriously didn’t seem to work out all that hard. But of course my humiliation at being discovered once again getting fucked by Brett immediately gave way to the even more chiseled part of Mark: his cock was even longer and fatter than Brett’s, with me having wondered on and off for years what his hardened dick must be like.

Mark almost laughed out loud, which would have embarrassed me even more if he didn’t have such a beautiful smile. “I should have guessed what you were up to, given how often your dick seemed halfway hard as we wrestled today, you animal.”

Mark had a cocky-looking walk, but he really was about as quiet as Brett was, yet one more loner in a world of show-off guys. I really had no idea that the two of them even talked very much, but I suppose I was going to be in for one more surprise from Brett: “You fucker. I knew that was why you dropped your headgear on purpose as you headed out.” Then Brett laughed: “Get over here. The bitch is already loaded up.”

Fuck. This was not the way I had ever imagined getting to see Mark’s hard cock. Then Brett paused. “Let’s blindfold the bitch. I swear he’ll service you way better than you ever dreamed your girl could.”