Do Me A Favor

Ramsey and Tate met up with their buddy Graham Jenkins that night. To say the least, it was awkward for Tate and Ramsey. Especially, Ramsey now knowing that Jenkin’s dad was fucking Tate. Jenkins noticed there was some kind of weirdness going on with his buddies. He figured it was a personal conflict between the two guys. He didn’t ask though. Bro-code was you don’t ask about that kind of stuff unless one of them brings it up: no talking about feelings with your buds.

At one point, Jenkins left the table to go to the men’s room. Tate took the opportunity to confront Ramsey on his behavior.

“Dude, what is wrong with you?” he asked Ramsey.

“What? What’d I do?” Ramsey answered defensively.

“You’re acting weird, dude. You’re being all quiet and you’re not engaging. That’s not like you. At all.”

Ramsey looked at him, silent for a few seconds and then broke it down.

“I can’t help it, man. Every time I look at Jenkins, I keep picturing his dad boning you. It’s freaking me out that his kid is sitting across the table from me.”

“Just stop picturing it and move on. He’s getting suspicious something is up,” Tate warned him.

“Ugh, how can you be so…normal around him?”

Tate looked at him in slight disbelief as he asked in a hushed voice, “You better get used to it if you’re going to get in on this action.”

“I know! I just didn’t think I would react this way when I was hanging out with him. It’s a little weird. He looks so much like his dad too,” Ramsey said kind of lustfully like he was glad he looked like his dad.”

Tate rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I know. Every time I look in his dad’s eyes when he’s boning me, I see Graham. They even have the same voice.”

Ramsey chuckled. “Dude, that’s kinda hot.”

Tate was silent for a second as he thought back to all the times that he was with Hayden one on one. He did keep seeing Jenkins’s eyes and his mouth, his nose, his jaw. Hayden was just an older version of Jenkins.

“Ok, maybe on a subconscious level, I have thought about what it would be like to hook up with Jenkins,” Tate admitted hesitantly.

“He’s a hot guy. Of course, you have,” Ramsey pointed out. “You’re a hot gay dude into other hot dudes. I mean, you got good taste,” he teased as he pointed to himself.

“Shut up, idiot,” Tate laughed with a punch to Ramsey’s shoulder.

Tate gave him a serious look and warned him, “Look, Rams, I’ve learned to deal with it and now you need to too. He’s not going to find out.”

Ramsey rolled his eyes defiantly. Seeing this made Tate nervous. “Take this seriously, Rams. I swear to god, sometimes I want to punch you in the throat,” Tate said shaking his head.

Ramsey chuckled and sneered, “You wish, pretty boy.”

Tate ignored the taunt and jabbed his finger into Ramsey’s big chest. “Don’t fuck this up for us. Act normal.”

“Dude, I’m not an idiot. I’m not telling anyone anything. Stop being a little bitch.”

“I thought I was your bitch,” Tate said with a sarcastic growl.

Ramsey put his arm around Tate, pulled him close and messed up his hair. “You are, you jacked up cocksucker.”

Jenkins returned seeing the strangely affectionate exchange. He sat down and the two guys abruptly ended their heated conversation which made him even more suspicious.

“You guys need to get a room?” Jenkins chuckled trying to lighten the situation.

The other two looked at each other and laughed nervously before Tate said, “Shut up. Just messing around.”

Jenkins tilted his head with suspicious eyes, “Huh, ok. Whatever,” he said with a shrug and then called out, “Another round, boys?”

Tate perked up, “You bet, I’ll get this one.”

Jenkins knew something was up with those two. It was like they were keeping something from him. They had been spending a lot more time together, more than usual.

He thought to himself, wouldn’t surprise me if they were queer with each other. Then he brushed it off as absurd. Like that would ever happen.

A couple of days later, Tate was on his back and his muscular calves resting on the shoulders of one of his best friend’s dad.

“God damn, boy. You are so fucking tight. I fucking love your ass,” Hayden told Tate as he pounded down into the tight athlete’s ass.

Tate was holding to Graham’s hard biceps, taking in the sinewing muscle and power of the older man. “Squats,” he replied between grunts. “Lots of squats.”

“Well, don’t ever stop doing them. God, so good,” Hayden panted. “I just want to…POUND…the FUCK…out of YOU!” he growled loudly, as he slammed down hard with each emphasis.

Tate’s eyes all most bugged out as he felt the onslaught happening in his ass. God, he loved it when Hayden became aggressive. It made Tate feel the sexiest guy on the planet and his body was built for pleasuring men like Hayden. He was proud of himself that he could take anything Hayden or Ramsey could dish out. It meant he was a strong motherfucker, had stamina and endurance. Those same skills he needed on the field transferred to the bedroom. It was almost more satisfying to be fucked than it was to play ball. He felt more of a man knowing the two studs were trying to inflict incredible punishment on his body, but he could handle it. And handle it like a man.

The two grunted and groaned as the two men continued to fuck. Tate couldn’t help but be in awe of this beautiful father of two above him. He was so masculine, powerful and strong. He loved that Hayden had the strength to throw his thick muscle around the bed while fucking him in every position. All Tate wanted to do was use his own body to get the man off, pleasure him. At one point, Tate looked up and watched Hayden’s stern, focused face as he fucked him, and he saw flashes of Graham Jenkins. It gave him a surge like when he sniffed from the bottle of poppers on the bedside table.

Hayden looked down at the handsome, gorgeous guy under him who was easily taking his hard pounding. He couldn’t believe he scored one of the hottest guys he’d ever met. He’s known of Tate for a while through Graham. Seen pictures of Tate on Graham’s Instagram along with his other hotter than hot buddy, Ramsey. He marveled at Tate’s body, the hard smooth muscle, the model-like face, the poster boy for a college frat boy jock. Tate had swagger and he was cocky and masculine and now, that same kid is on his back, legs up like a bitch, taking his cock like a pro. The fact that Tate was one of his son’s best friends wasn’t an issue for him. He felt guilty at first but after a couple times inside Tate’s ass, the way the young muscular stud reacted to getting fucked, was enough to make him forget about Graham.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Hayden shot his huge load inside Tate’s tight hole. Tate quickly followed, shooting his thick cream all over his own abs and chest, a small drop landed on his chin.

Hayden leaned forward, Tate’s legs sliding down and wrapped themselves around Hayden’s trim waist. Hayden kissed the younger man which Tate gladly accepted. Hayden broke away and licked the cum off Tate’s square jaw and then fed it to him, both of them tasting Tate’s sweet, thick cum. Hayden lay flat on Tate’s chest and nuzzled his neck. He loved the after-sex cool down. It was more intimate, and he liked that.

Tate caught his breath, lay quietly under the muscular body and stroked Hayden’s muscular back. He thought now was as good a time as ever to bring up Ramsey.

“Hey, remember I told you I was hooking up with one of my buddies?” Tate asked him as he looked up at the ceiling. Loving the feel of Hayden’s chin stubble brushing against his neck.

Hayden replied in a muffled tone, “Uh huh.”

“Well, I know we talked about this, and you seemed pretty open to it. Do you want to do a three-way with him?” Tate asked nervously, hoping he would say yes.

Hayden’s head popped up. “You told him about me?”

Tate nodded his head with an expression that instantly asked for forgiveness.

Hayden pushed up and hovered over Tate. “I thought we talked about you NOT telling anyone. Especially, anyone from the frat,” Hayden said with slight anger in his voice. “I’m assuming it’s some kid from the frat. Fucking horny bastards,” he said as a throw away comment.

“I know you told me that, but this guy is different. You can trust him. I swear.”

“Jesus, Tate. I can’t believe you would fucking tell anyone,” Hayden said with disappointment. “I got a fucking wife, and my kid is one of your best…”

“It’s Ramsey,” Tate blurted out, interrupting Hayden’s rant.

Hayden froze and perked up. “Ramsey?” he asked. Tate nodded. “RAMSEY?” Hayden repeated in shock. “Ramsey fucking Dresden has been fucking you all this time?”

“Yes! Ramsey fucking Dresden has been fucking me all this time!” Tate repeated, confirming the older man’s question.

Hayden grinned. “You should have led with that! Shit. How long?” Hayden asked with shock on his face.

“A couple of months. When you went MIA, I needed a fill up. I had just came out to Ramsey and he was more than ok with it. We’re close, like brothers. I asked him to fuck me, and he said yes. I guess he likes it.”

“Christ, who wouldn’t like fucking your stellar ass? It’s a fucking masterpiece.”

Tate looked surprised. “You’re cool with letting him in on this?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Hell, yes! That kid is fucking sex on legs! He’s almost as hot as you. I can’t believe it. There’s two of you. Two fucking hot frat boys to fuck with.”

Tate looked relieved and it made him hard. “Thank fucking god you’re cool with it. I told him about you, and he can’t stop talking about it.”

“Wait, Ramsey bottoms?”

“I’m the only guy he fucks around with. He’s a total top.”

“So, two tops and one bottom?”

“Well, he kind of thinks you’re fucking hot and he likes how dominate you seem, and he says he wouldn’t mind if you fucked him.”

Hayden just about lost it. He sat up, grabbed onto Tate’s legs and brought them up to his shoulders and looked down at him. “Boy, you just made me the happiest man on the fucking planet. I can’t believe this. I’m going to fuck that hot boy into the floor. FUCK!”

Tate looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Calm down, cowboy,” he told him. He had a hint of jealousy in his voice. “You’re going to be fucking both of us. You found ME first.”

“Of course, Tate. You’ll always be my fuck boy.” And with that, he slid his cock into Tate without warning. Tate tensed up and fisted the sheets beside him.

“Hayden! Jesus fuck! How about warning a guy first!” he said in obvious discomfort.

Hayden started to fuck him fast and hard. “Sorry not sorry,” was all he said as he pummeled that jock ass under him.

The thought of fucking Ramsey put Hayden into overdrive, and he couldn’t help but stick his cock into the nearest hole. He had to fuck, and he had to cum inside. His heart was racing, and his muscles swelled as he fucked the kid as hard as he ever has.

Tate took the onslaught but admitted it was starting to become a little much. He could only take so much more and then he was going to have to tap out.

“Hayden! Hayden, stop! Slow down. You’re killing me, dude!” Tate pleaded.

Hayden looked like he was in a trance, he didn’t hear the kid begging for mercy. He just pushed Tate’s knees down to his ears and thrust down into the ass. Only he didn’t see Tate, he only saw Ramsey and he imagined it was him begging him to stop. Hayden assumed the kid was straight and off limits, but now that he knew differently, the man was in a mission to conquer and own the not so straight jock. Ramsey was actually his target that night at the BBQ but Tate was the one that bit.

Finally, Tate reached up and slapped Hayden across the face. “Hey! Snap out of it, asshole!”

Hayden flinched and woke up from his trance. He looked down a little shocked that he had just been hit. He liked it when Tate showed his alpha side. He liked it so much that he blew his load in that ass a second time.

Tate was pissed as he got up to leave. Hayden apologized and told him it wouldn’t happen again. He gave the kid a long kiss and Tate couldn’t help but succumb to his charms.

“When are we doing this with Ramsey?” Hayden asked.

“ASAP,” Tate answered.

“Nice. Good boy.”

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