Brooklyn Nights

Joey checked out his massive chest after an intense bench press session with his friend Paul. “Fuck yeah bro. Look at these fucking massive pecs.” At 6’2, a whopping 210 lbs., and a gorgeous muscular yet beefy body, Joey was a sight worth looking at. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him - much to Joey’s amusement.

But what he wanted the most was a powerful cock. Nothing drove him insane like a dominant top who knew how to put Joey in his place. He flexed his 20” biceps and posed with Paul, who also gave a double arm pose with his bro.

The smell of man musk and iron permeated the gym where the two college bros were training at. Joey and Paul have been friends since Junior year in high school and Paul was one of the few people who was aware of his friend’s sexuality - just not his position. It was assumed that Joey is, and will always be, the top. Joey also had another kink: getting fucked by smaller yet hung men. Geeks, twinks, toned athletes, underclassmen, fem boys...as long as they were fit, hot, and had a donkey dick, Joey surrendered his prize possession: his massive bubble ass.

Just as the two boys were finishing up their set, they heard a familiar voice “care to teach me?” It was Steven - Paul’s kid brother. Steven turned 18 last week, and was an athletic stud for his age. 5’10, 160 pounds, toned arms, beefy hairy legs, and the confidence of a high school athlete to match. “You bitches done already?” he said sarcastically. Paul pushed his brother away “listen dumb faggot just meet us by the car in 20 minutes. We’re gonna shower and dip.” Joey smirked and shot a grin at Steve “hey Stevo!” He knew Steve hated being called that. Always has. And he made sure to joke with his best friend’s little brother - they were practically family, after all!

As the two studs left for the showers, Joey couldn’t help but feel as if someone was staring at his massive round ass.

Nah.

“So bro, ready for tonight?” Joey asked Paul. “I know you’ve been talking to Ashley for weeks now, and I think this party is a great way to get to her.” Paul chuckled “yeah man. I’m definitely excited. Sorry she didn’t have any friends you’d enjoy, though.” Joey gave him a knowing glance and added that the type of guys he liked didn’t go to jock and frat parties. However, Paul eventually did tell Joey that Steve would be joining them since he’s holding this as blackmail. While both men were 21, Joey was living with them and Paul & Steven’s parents didn’t want Paul to “be a bad influence.” Which, ironically, Steven milked this to the fullest degree by bringing over his little wrestling team friends over for a few drinks and a smoke.

Later that night, the party was raging. Deep house and EDM blasted from the speakers as people were drinking. Smoking. Laughing. Generally having a good time. Paul and Ashley were hitting it off, and some of Steve’s friends were talking to sorority pledges. Joey was mingling and talking to people here and there. Joey knew people but the reality was he wasn’t in the party mood. He went upstairs to his bedroom and there he saw Steve standing in the balcony looking down at the city. The warm Spring air was welcoming as Joey came outside to talk to the younger man.

“What are you doing in my room?”

“Just figured I’d come here to think. Plus...my room is downstairs”

“Thought you’d be so into this”

“Me? Haha. No. My buds are. Chasing college pussy.”

“I’m surprised you’re not chasing some sorority pussy yourself”

“I can say the same about you”

Joey was stunned. He looked down at Steve, and there was a long, creeping pause. The city noise can be heard but it was just background now. For a moment, each man knew what was going on but did not want to acknowledge it.

As he heard some noise downstairs, Joey couldn’t imagine what was happening. He never could believe Steven of all people was gay but...then again...he was the same way.

The older stud blushed and changed the subject. “Hey, why Don’t I get us a few drinks?” Steve nodded and they headed back downstairs for the party. No one noticed their absence but there was a rowdy group of frat boys expressing their macho behavior. A push up contest. Joey smirked. Half of these guys are more drunk than he is, this will be easy.

He cheerfully got a couple of beers and gave one to Steven before chugging his. “ALRIGHT, BOYS, LETS DO IT!!!” There was a loud cheer as five strapping hunks did push-ups. After about seventeen, two gave up. After twenty-four, another. It was just Joey and another frat stud, Mark.

“44......45......46.....” Mark’s arm trembled, but be pushed on. “...47-“ and just like that, Mark fell. Joey finished two more push-ups but was then feeling uneasy. He plopped down on the floor and turned on his back. “Dude.....” he told Steve. “I don’t feel so good, bro”. Steve’s eyes widened and led Joey to his room.

The sound of the electronic music was fading as Joey was guided to his bed by Steve, and he was laying on the bed. Moments later Joey was laying, a bit tipsy with Steven - he thought how he gets when he’s drunk. Horny.

He looked over at Steven. Steven told the stud to take off his clothes. Joey obeyed and as he took off his shoes, socks, and lastly shirt, he saw the silhouette of Steven from the inside of his shirt. The dim light casting a faint outline.

Only to find Steven stripped save for his black socks and a jockstrap. His hoodie and sweatpants were on the floor.

“Nice jock collection you got there” Steven joked. Joey saw his middle drawer opened, the jockstraps and poppers being exposed to the smaller man. But then Joey looked down and saw that meaty bulge. His eyes darted back up and he stammered as he placed the two cold cans of beer on the nightstand, as Steve grabbed the bottle of lube.

“I knew you were a bottom bitch. No one works their ass that much.”

As Steve pulled down Joey’s sweatpants and underwear, he smacked his ass and spread his thick cheeks apart. “Fuck, boy. That’s a beautiful tight hole.” Before Joey could say anything, Steven was face first in his asshole, devouring his ass and prepping the bigger stud for his cock. After a few pleasurable minutes, Joey heard the familiar sound of clothing being pulled down, and he felt a heavy tapping meat on his hole. Looking back, Joey saw a massive cock pointing at him - his jaw dropped. It could not have been bigger than 9” and 6” thick. Big hanging balls nestled perfectly at the end of this stud’s horse cock.

Fuck!! This kid has one of the bi-

Joey didn’t even finish that sentence before Steve walked over and shoved it down his throat. He began to mercilessly fuck Joey’s throat, pushing deeper and deeper. The twink was manhandling the big strong jock, making the jock lube the cock that was going in his hole. As Steve pulled out, he firmly squeezed the older jock’s shoulders. “Fuck. So strong” Steve teased.

Joey felt two warm hands grip his hips and felt the wet, massive cockhead push against his tight hole. Joey was biting his knuckle until Steve pushed in and it began to feel amazing. Joey loved the feeling of getting broken in. “G-gah!” he was able to say in a whimper as the all too familiar sound of cock entering a warm, tight hole could be heard. “Please...Fuck. Please....go slow on me...” Joey pleaded as Steve began to pick up the pace. But it fell on deaf ears. He felt two hands squeeze his pecs instead, gripping his full chest as leverage as Stevo began to ram his massive cock deeper inside of the bigger stud. Joey could feel his eyes roll back and mouth water as his tight ass was getting stretched and his prostate was getting repeatedly punched.

The muscular stud buried his face in the sheets and began to moan louder. Muffled..as the heavy techno music blared downstairs. “They’re too drunk to notice we’re gone..” Steve sneered down at Joey, who was drunk with getting a massive dick. FUCK. He thought. This kid is better than the lays I normally get. Thinking of the typical muscle jocks on Grindr who just flex and expect Joey to service them. “Muscle4muscle”.

No. This kid who Joey overlooked as a twink was giving him one of the best dicks he’s ever had. “FUCK YEAH BRO! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME LIKE A-“ before he could even finish the sentence, Stevo smacked his ass and rammed even harder. Joey’s eyes rolled back and his toes curled. “Bro, I fucking love muscle pussy”.

FUCK!!! Joey thought. This kid loves degrading me. Joey was normally a cocky, “alpha” and “type A” guy. Normally. But behind closed doors he loved being degraded. Being made into an object. Being treated as a piece of meat to get used and abused. A muscle toy. And that’s exactly what Stevo was using him like.

Joey felt the smaller stud’s body tremble. His cock stiffened and as soon as he connected his hips with Joey’s bubble ass, Joey felt the familiar tremble of a younger man about to bust his nut. “FUUUUUCKKKKK” Stevo pulled Joey’s hair, and Joey’s face was red with sweat, a bit of drool dripping from the left side of his mouth from the dick trance.

“That’s it, boy...gimme all that milk”. Joey was eager and loved nothing more than getting bred. He wanted this young stud to wreck his pussy. After a few minutes of Steve being balls deep in Joey, and literally knocking on his second hole’s puckered entrance, Steve pulled out. A rush of cool air can be felt as he pulled out. Joey shuddered a bit but moved so both men can cuddle. The younger stud was athletic and had an amazing physique.

“You know....” Steve said with a smirk, “I know that my big bro is busy on Wednesdays....”

A grin shot on Joey’s face. He used to tolerate this cocky little shit. But now...this cocky boy was his Sir.

“Fuck yah”

“Suck my dick. Taste that ass on my dick”

Joey grinned wider. “With pleasure.”

by Frank

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