Dude, You Had My Cock In Your Mouth!
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The following story is fictional. As such, it is not based on any real events, people, places, or fraternity chapters. My stories contain graphic sexual content, violence, offensive language, and sex with minors--none of which I condone. You must be eighteen and located where it’s legal to read such stories.
In real life, be respectful of others and never engage in anything even vaguely non-consensual. Use protection and don’t take party drugs.
Thank you for reading.
author – eli on[email protected]
Characters
- Bradley van der Meer
Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, light brown hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 4”; 200 lbs.
University Senior; President – Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Starting QB – University Football team - Jon Swenson
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, neck-length, light blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5’ 10”; 160 lbs.
University Sophomore; Treasurer – PIΚΕ Social Cmte; High School Football QB & Baseball - Kevin Striklin
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, medium length, black hair – shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6’ 2”; 170 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member – PIΚΕ; High School Football & Wrestling - Taylor Harris
Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 2”; 185 lbs; Striking resemblance – young Tom Brady
University Senior; Vice President – PIΚΕ; RB – University Football team - Todd Dreyer
Caucasian; Age 21; Curly blonde hair; 6’ 2”; Blue eyes; 175 lbs.
University Senior; Member – PIΚΕ; Rower – University team - Colin Miller
African-American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 4”; 200 lbs.
University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball - Matt Jensen
Caucasian; Age 20; Short, white-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 1”; 170 lbs.
University Junior; Secretary – PIΚΕ; Wrestler – University Wrestling team - Luke Jost
Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, brown hair; 6’ 2”; Brown eyes; 170lbs.
University Senior; Treasurer – PIΚΕ; Football (Sidelined) University team - Ryan Cook
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, light auburn hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 0”; 160 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member – Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE); High School Football & Baseball - Dylan d'Abaco
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair – shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6’ 0”; 170 lbs.; Olive completion (Italian)
University Sophomore; Member – TKE; Rugby – University team - Chase James
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark blonde hair; Light gray-green eyes; 6’ 1”; 175 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member – TKE; Rugby – University team; Boarding School Rugby - Mason Alexander
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, brown hair; Brown eyes; 5’ 11”; 160 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member – PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball - Chris Flynn
Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Gray eyes; 6’ 1”; 165 lbs.
University Sophomore; Member – PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball - Tyler Harmon
Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6’ 2”; 175 lbs.
High School Football (RB) & Baseball - Dave Lembi
Caucasian; Age 20; Straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 1”; 170 lbs.
High School Football & Baseball - Tyrese Lundsford
Biracial (Black/White); Age 22; Wide mohawk w/ long, tight, bouncy curls; Brown eyes; 6’ 3”; 225 lbs.
University Senior; Vice President – Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas); TE – University Football team - Darnell Ramsey
African-American; Age 21; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 5”; 210 lbs.
University Senior; President – Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas) - Deshawn Davis
African-American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 3”; 190 lbs.
University Junior; Active – Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas) - Trevon Whiteley
African-American; Age 20; Short, black hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 6”; 215 lbs.
University Junior; Active – Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas) - Jonah Erickson
Caucasian; Age 18; Curly, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5’ 11”; 155 lbs.
University Freshman; High School Basketball & Baseball - Officer Trey Douglas
African-American; Age 23; Short-fade, black hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 3”; 190 lbs. Lives with one of his baby-mommas with whom he has one child and another on the way. Has another baby-momma with whom he has one child.
Rookie police officer on City Police Dept. - Officer Akihiro Takahashi
Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 0”; 165 lbs. Married, with two children.
Rookie police officer on City Police Dept. - Officer Justin O’Hare
Irish-American descent; 23; Crew-cut, medium red hair; Pale blue eyes; 6’ 2”; 175 lbs. Married to Kristi and expecting their first child.
Rookie police officer on City Police Dept. - Jeff Sorenson
Caucasian; 33; Slicked-back, blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5’ 11”; 160 lbs. Married, with a two-year old girl and a 5-year-old boy.
Attorney at the law firm representing the business interests of Kevin Striklin’s father - Wade Johansen
Caucasian; 31; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs and a thick, 5” beard; Dark brown eyes; 6’ 4”; 215 lbs.; Heavily muscled. Married and divorced three times, with (at least) five children (of which he’s aware).
Convicted felon: Aggravated rape, Statutory rape, Armed robbery, Possession and sale of Class 2 and 3 drugs - Brendan Penner
Caucasian; 22; Straight, light-brown hair; Brown eyes; 6’ 5”; 200 lbs.
University Senior; WR – University Football team - Trent Lockridge
Caucasian; 21; Blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 4”; 190 lbs.
University Junior; Backup QB – University Football team - Zach Lembi
Caucasian; 18; Long, light-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6’ 0”; 165 lbs.
University Freshman; Pledge – Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); High School Football & Baseball; Younger brother of Dave Lembi (from Jon Swenson’s hometown) - Logan Johansen
Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6’ 3”; 200 lbs.; Heavily muscled.
University Freshman; Pledge – Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Wrestler – University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen
Why Jon Shouldn’t Drink
Jon Swenson was a Sophomore at a large, Midwestern, State university and also an Active of a popular fraternity on campus, PIΚΕ, having gone through a year of pledge hell his Freshman year. With the frat having a considerable number of popular university athletes as Actives, Jon felt pumped he’d made it and proud to be a PIΚΕ. While Jon had played varsity football and baseball in high school—a rather small high school, he wasn’t quite of the caliber for collegiate sports, but he was cool with that, wanting to focus on his studies anyway. Like most studs, Jon had a girlfriend, Tess, an Active of Kappa Kappa Gamma, who he’d met his Freshman year, and like many jocks, he was exceptionally handsome, muscled, and broad shouldered, working out almost daily. Of Swedish descent, Jon stood 5’ 11”, weighed 160 lbs., and had an angular, almost ‘beautiful’, Nordic face—flawless and smooth in its complexion. In addition, the he had neck-length, light blonde hair and beautiful, deep blue eyes. Jon, however, seemed almost oblivious to his masculine beauty and dismissed the girls throwing themselves at him as just being ‘silly’. Besides, he already had a hot babe, Tess, and Jon loved her tits, not getting enough of them. As you can imagine, though, Tess found these girls extremely annoying, and although she recognized Jon paid little attention to them, they were a source of friction between Jon and Tess. Being a cool-under-pressure, quiet sort of dude, Jon rode the Tess ‘rollercoaster’ with great patience …and, of course, he rode her in other ways as well. While he could have chosen to live in the PIΚΕ house, Jon had ambitions for Law School and realized the frat house would be too distracting. Instead, he lived—for the lack of a better description—in a large boarding house for college boys, owned by an old lady, named Mrs. Hays, and sweetly located a mere half-block from the university’s center. The old lady had her private apartments downstairs, where there was also a separate, common kitchen for the tenants. The boys—28 in total—lived in private rooms on the two, upper stories, sharing three, common bathrooms in addition to the kitchen. Jon’s room was on the second floor at the end of the hall overlooking the roof on the front porch.
In January, on the first Saturday night following Christmas break, PIΚΕ traditionally threw a big, ‘welcome back’ party. It was subzero, and Tess had come down with the flu. Jon stayed with her until around 10 p.m. when she tired of him and insisted he go to the party. The frat was several blocks away, so having walked there in the snow and freezing weather, Jon was anxious to get some alcohol in his system—to feel his toes and fingers again. He hung with his bros—Kevin Striklin, Mason Alexander, and Chris Flynn, laughing, joking, drinking … and, of course, hitting on and getting hit on by several, hot sorority girls throughout the night. It should be noted, however, that Jon did not ‘hit on’ these girls; he took his relationship with Tess seriously—if, for any reason, to avoid her wrath the following day. The blonde Adonis did his best to push the girls hanging on his arms and around his neck onto his bros, who certainly had no qualms with fidelity. Kevin was always seemed to be the first to score at these events, but Chris was surely a close ‘second’. Like Jon, both were jocks and flawlessly handsome in their own rights. Where Kevin and Chris differed were ‘scores per night’, with Kevin having dimples and charisma for days.
The President of the frat was the popular quarterback for the university’s football team, Bradley van der Meer, a Senior, graduating in May and most likely headed to the Pros. At 6' 4", weighing 200 lbs., Brad had all-American good-looks, with blue eyes and light brown hair that shone golden in the sun. Of course, he was a demigod, with broad shoulders, muscles, and abs that made most girls (and their mothers) wet their panties at the mere mention of his name … and Brad knew it, having an arrogant, sometimes hateful personality—eager to exploit anyone to advance his own interests. Nevertheless, he was popular with dudes for his athletic abilities and with babes and MILFs for his exceptional looks and sexual prowess.
Brad currently dated Anne, a Senior and Active in Kappa Kappa Gamma, who was there at the party that night. Prior to the party, however, the two had a ‘blow out’ fight in Brad’s room upstairs as a result of well-founded rumors regarding Brad having sex with a Tri-Delt girl. (The rumors were, in fact, true.) During the party, Brad and Anne maintained a ‘cool-calm’ between themselves, meaning they were civil, feigning nothing was wrong to others. At one point around 2:00 a.m., Jon found himself alone, sitting in an armchair in the living room, nursing a drink—his friends gradually having found their respective ‘scores’ and abandoning him. He was just about to call it a night, trying to get his courage up to face the subzero walk home, when a drunken Anne plopped down in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Brad had gone to the restroom some time ago, leaving her waiting. Jon’s eyes were the size of silver dollars, wondering how to get her out of his lap before Brad returned, but Anne wasn’t making things easy. It was a ‘damned if you do – damned if you don’t’ situation. Jon didn’t want to risk offending her, fearing she might run to Brad, telling him some story, yet, by no means did Jon want to get caught with Anne in his lap—never mind the fact that several people were witnessing the situation then. With Anne literally mauling him, running her fingers through his hair, kissing and licking his neck, and whispering how sexy she thought he was and with Jon being physically weakened a bit by the booze and Anne being a dead weight on top of him, you could say Jon was pretty much fucked. Anne kissed his face, missing his lips only because Jon saw it coming and turned his face quickly. While her arms were wrapped around his neck, Jon held onto her, instinctively thinking she might fall off. Naturally, Brad returned right about that time, and a fight between Brad and Anne kicked-off in high gear, culminating in Brad carrying her outside, dropping her in the snow, and effectively sending her home in the freezing cold without even her coat.
By the time Brad came back inside the PIΚΕ house, Jon was coming out of the cloakroom and heading for the backdoor through the living room, having not even taken the time to put on his coat yet. Brad, however, was having none of it. In his eyes, he’d been humiliated, but there were still a couple of unattached, hot chicks at the party yet, so Brad didn’t want to appear too ‘uncool’. Being 6’ 4” to Jon’s 5’ 11” and being the university’s quarterback after all, Brad picked Jon up in his arms like a bag of flour and carried him to the sofa, where he plopped down with Jon in his lap. He whispered in Jon’s ear, “You like fucking around with my whores, try this on, bitch.” In front of everyone—to humiliate Jon—Brad began mauling the Sophomore—referring to him in feminine terms. With one big hand firmly grabbing Jon by his long, blonde hair, Brad asked the 18 or so present in the room, “Isn’t she a hot babe??” eliciting pales of laughter, and with his other big hand, Brad cupped Jon’s pec, adding, “Nice tits too!!” Then Brad began his mauling onslaught, kissing and licking Jon’s neck and tonguing his ear, before pushing him off his lap and holding Jon’s face flat against his crotch while humping it. “O-o-o-o, dudes!! She’s hot for it!!!” One of Brad’s friends, Luke Jost, grabbed Jon by the hips and feigned fucking his hard, round ass—of which he’d been well-endowed by God. Jon was humiliated—doubly so, feeling both Seniors’ very large, very hard, jeans-covered cocks—and, being fair-skinned, he blushed crimson in shame.
Everyone still there in the living room laughed at Jon’s expense, except one (hot) Kappa girl, who—after a few minutes—felt sorry for the blonde jock and told Brad and Luke to knock it off. Seeing an unattached, hot babe, Luke quickly dropped Jon’s hips and moved-in on the girl. Brad leaned forward, grabbed Jon under the arms, and hoisted him onto the sofa next to him, draping his heavily-muscled arm around Jon’s neck. “It’s all good!” Brad told the onlookers. “Anytime she wants to suck my big, ole cock, she’s entirely welcome!” Jon tried pushing himself off the sofa, but Brad’s strong forearm pulled up against his neck, holding him down.
With people returning to their conversations, Brad ordered a pledge to bring he and Jon a couple of drinks, “And pledge! Make them strong! You bring me pussy drinks, and you’ll be wearing them on your face!”
Jon tried begging off, saying, “Thanks, Brad, but I’m awfully tired, and…”
Brad cut him off. “Shut up. You are going nowhere. We are going to drink and talk about cunts—Anne’s and yours. Were you planning on making out and having some lesbian sex later?? …you with your pretty blonde hair?” Brad laughed.
“Brad, it wasn’t what it looked like,” but once again, the arrogant quarterback cut him off.
“So tell me ‘how it was’, Jon-Jon …because from my perspective, walking up behind you two, all I saw was a mass of long, brown hair, long, blonde hair and your hands all over my bitch. So please, enlighten me, buddy. Has she been fucking you on the side??”
The pledge brought them their drinks, and Brad turned his venom on the Freshman. “These had better be strong, cunt! Get your fuckin’ face between Jon’s legs until I decide if they are!” Defeated, the pledge sank to his knees between Jon’s legs, laying his face on the blonde jock’s crotch, while Brad tasted first his drink, then Jon’s, handing Jon the stronger of the two. Jon felt the pledge’s hot breath on top on his crotch, and his cock hardened. Talking into Jon’s crotch, the pledge asked if he could return to his girlfriend, but having lost his own that night, Brad was in no mood to humor. “Shut the fuck up and keep your goddamned face on top of that cunt until I tell you otherwise!! Fuckin’ maggot!!” The boy rested his arms over Jon’s thighs and continued mouthing hot breaths onto Jon’s hard cock. Brad grabbed the maggot’s hands and placed them on Jon’s ripped abs. “There,” he said to Jon, maybe that’ll take your attention off other bro’s girlfriends, huh??” Then Brad grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of the pledge’s head and rubbed his face into Jon’s crotch. Amazingly, the pledge said nothing, but Jon felt his hands ever-so-slightly flex and squeeze his abs.
With Brad’s strong arm around his neck again, Jon felt trapped. “This is so unnecessary, Brad.”
“Shut the fuck up! I’ll tell you what’s fuckin’ necessary or not.” To anyone glancing over, it actually looked like friendly conversation between two frat bros…including the pledge face-down in another’s lap. “Now, while the pledge is tonguing your cunt, tell me how long you’ve been fuckin’ Anne behind my back. Because I’ll tell you right now, the bitch is cold, but she was acting pretty goddamned familiar with you a while ago!” Brad laughed, adding, “…a lot hotter with you than she’s been with me! So tell me…I’ve got to know…have you been fucking her with her cunt full of my cum??”
Jon felt the pledge subtly squeeze his abs as the boy’s saliva seeped through the crotch of his jeans. Jon wanted to push the kid off, but he had Brad hanging on him, staring at him in the eyes with his icy glare a mere 4” away. The kid was so distracting, and Jon was grateful for the music playing when he felt the pledge moan into his crotch and press his face harder against Jon’s cock. ‘What the fuck is going on??’ Jon thought. “Look, Brad, Anne was drunk. She wasn’t thinking. For all I know, she might have thought I was you, when she fell on top of me. I was holding her to keep her from falling off and hurting herself. It’s all a big, drunken misunderstanding, don’t you see??”
“You should have let her fall off and break her neck, the stupid cunt. Who needs them? Drink up! Cheers! Here’s to cunts!” Brad finally smiled and rubbed Jon’s chest with the hand of the heavy arm wrapped around his neck, and the two PIΚΕ bros drank …and drank. Brad warmed up and began talking about his chances at the Pros in a couple of months; he was a little nervous but overall confident.
The pledge’s hands slid off Jon’s abs and around his waist, dropping down under his big glutes, squeezing them and pressing his face harder into his crotch, and Jon felt the vibration of his moans against his throbbing cock. Jon was convinced his jeans were sopped—not only where the kid’s open mouth lay but also above his heavily leaking cock, and again, Jon was thankful for the music and the fact he’d worn dark jeans. Kevin and Chris used to tease Jon he let off sex pheromones, as they got hard just standing near him sometimes, but Jon was certain they said this just to see his pale complexion burn crimson. The pledge’s hands were digging down between his buttocks when Brad suddenly looked down and pushed the kid backwards onto the floor, ordering him to bring them two more strong drinks. The Freshman jock’s face reflected a dazed, bewildered expression, seeming not to know who or where he was for a moment. “I s-a-i-d, go get us two more drinks, you stupid maggot!!! And make them stronger, cunt!!!” Still confused, the pledge scrambled to his feet to fetch the drinks.
There were less than ten dudes left in the living room, including Brad and Jon, by the time the maggot brought the next round of drinks. All these dudes—some PIΚΕs and some unknowns—had struck-out for the night. Fortunately for the pledge, Brad dismissed the young jock, and he went in search of his girlfriend, who’d gone home—bored from other dudes hitting on her. Too bad for her, because her boyfriend’s cock had never been harder!
Half-way through their third round of drinks—drinks Brad had concocted, the quarterback had to hold Jon upright on the sofa using his arm around Jon’s neck, as he held the glass to Jon’s lips, coaxing him to drink more of the foul-tasting mixture. By the time they’d finished, it was nearly 3 a.m., and most of the bros had made their way up to rooms (a fair number with pussy in tow), gone home, or passed out in the common areas. Indeed, two dudes were passed out in armchairs across the room. Jon’s head was spinning, he felt abnormally warm, and he was unable to speak, and he was in no condition to walk home, which suited Brad just fine.
The four, main officers of the frat—the President, Vice President, Secretary, and Treasurer—were all afforded the luxury of having single rooms. Of 137 PIΚΕ actives and pledges—the largest frat on campus—fully 100 of these boys were housed in the huge, old mansion and its two wings, added in the 1980s. Brad hoisted Jon off the sofa and hauled him up the main staircase—two flights to his third-floor, private room at the end of the hall in the original part of the mansion facing the street—all the time whispering “Whoa, buddy!” and “I gotcha, dude.”
Coming from a wealthy, Chicago family, Brad’s room was well-furnished, having a sofa, big screen TV, large desk, and queen-sized bed, among other furnishings. Brad hauled Jon over to the sofa then went across the room, turning a lamp on a dim setting. He dug some coke from its hiding place, threw some porn in his Blu-ray, and turned the TV on, minus its volume. Brad pulled a side table around, setup a line of coke, grabbed Jon by his hair, and held one side of his nose, ordering him to snort. Now, in addition to the GHB and Ecstasy with which Brad had spiked his drink, Jon had cocaine coursing through his system. Brad put the side table back, stripped Jon of his shirt, sat down, and pulled the blonde boy into his lap—Brad’s hands and lips seemingly everywhere at once on Jon. Brad nosed his way through the long, thick blonde hair, tonguing Jon’s ear, whispering, “Yeah, you fixed it so I wouldn’t have pussy tonight, but you’ll do just fine, won’t you?”
Due to the GHB, Jon couldn’t speak—his mind flying high with the drugs. As disoriented as he was, there was a part of Jon’s mind telling him he was in danger, but the drugs kept that part of his mind in check. Brad licked and sucked on Jon’s neck, driving Jon crazy. He even went as far as sucking on Jon’s small, flat, pink nipple. Not himself, Jon clutched at the sucking head—his fingers tight in Brad’s light brown hair. Coming back up for air, the quarterback tongued Jon’s ear, purring, “You wanna be my real bro, right? …my best bro, yeah?” At the same time, Brad unbuttoned Jon’s jeans, groping the boy’s cock through his white briefs. “You wanna please me, like everyone else, right? …be my pretty girl tonight? All this pretty blonde hair and that big, round ass of yours… You think I haven’t noticed you before? Fuck…” Brad’s hot mouth abandoned Jon’s ear, falling down over the boy’s small, pink nipple again—licking and sucking. Jon had no strength, having no command over his arms and hands. He was simultaneously turned-on and repulsed—trapped in a shell, unable to say or do anything to stop the strong quarterback
Brad came off the tit and flipped Jon over, and laying him across this lap, Brad pushed Jon’s low-riding Diesel jeans and white briefs up over the boy’s hard, plump, smooth butt. “H-o-l-y fuck!” Brad whispered, stunned and amazed at the sight of Jon’s full, awesome glutes. “Yeah, you’ll do just fine tonight,” Brad confirmed to himself. He flipped Jon back around, propping him upright on the sofa, though due to his condition, Jon slid down a ways, with his bare butt on the edge of the cushion. Then Brad stood, unbuttoning his shirt and jeans, quickly stripping down to a pair of red boxer briefs, before straddling Jon and hooking the front of his briefs under his bull-sized balls. Jon’s face had never been anywhere remotely this near a cock …and what a cock it was!!! It was the by far the biggest cock Jon had ever seen, and the thing was still growing—both in length and width! Even if he weren’t drugged stupid, there was nowhere to move—not with his head pinned as it was against the back cushion. Besides, although a jock, Jon was no match for the 6’ 4”, ripped quarterback. What’s more, the GHB coupled with Brad’s seductive purr was having a weird ‘suggestive’ effect on the blonde Adonis.
Brad grabbed Jon’s hands and rubbed them across his abs, whispering, “You’ve always wanted to be a girl in this position, Jon-Jon, haven’t you? You’ve dreamt of it… how lucky these girls are …getting my stud-cum inside them …forever …getting the chance to please me …to be one with me.” Brad rubbed his huge cock—its head wet and sticky—down Jon’s cheeks, under his cute nose, leaving a glistening trail of sticky goo over the handsome, Nordic face, while three, little green lights strategically placed signaled the recording of the blonde boy’s descent. “Such a pretty, pretty girl you are, Jon-Jon…” Brad ran his fingers through Jon’s long, silky. “Yeah… you wanna be my babe, don’t you? …my special babe… you and me, Jon… you and me—one...” Brad took one of Jon’s hands and pushed its fingers through his thick forest of light brown pubes—their soft luxurious feeling being noted in Jon’s addled mind, and Jon spread his fingers through them. Between the drugs and gravity, Jon’s sweet mouth hung open—his pink lips wet with saliva. Brad pulled Jon’s hands around his hips and onto his own, big, round glutes, leaning forward and smothering Jon’s nose and mouth in his soft, dense bush—humping Jon’s face with his thick shaft and rotating his butt in a circle. “You’re a beautiful babe, Jon… I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time, girl…”
Then Brad felt Jon’s hands squeeze his hard glutes on their own, as a long, wet tongue began lapping circles through his pubes. Brad moaned and ground his pelvis into Jon’s beautiful face. “Oh-h-h, y-e-a-h… that’s it, girl… make l-o-v-e to me,” Brad whispered, encouraging the blonde stud. “You n-e-e-d me more than a-n-y-thing, Jon…” the quarterback moaned.
Finally, Brad leaned back, reached over to the side table, and produced a small, white rock of coke he stuck inside one of Jon’s nostrils. Holding it there, he told Jon to sniff hard, and after a bit of coaxing, Jon snorted the bump. A rush pulsed through Jon’s brain and, combined with the Ecstasy and GHB, Jon felt a hot wave flow over his body. His mind was suddenly on fire. With Brad’s naked form straddling his own, the skin-on-skin contact sent a crazed, hungry, alive feeling through Jon’s brain. He’d regained control of his hands, as they were rubbing up-and-down Brad’s big, muscular thighs. One sensation seemed to stimulate another in the blonde boy’s drugged-up brain. The soft down coating of hair covering the hard thighs fascinated Jon, and he slid his hands around the backs of the hard posts, rubbing, feeling, searching—so different from a girl’s.
“Stick your tongue out, babe… Come on, now, stick that pretty tongue out for me,” Brad coaxed. The effects of the drugs coupled with Brad’s soft, slow, seductive voice helped to make Jon compliant, moldable, and the blonde stud stuck his tongue out toward the huge slab of meat. Fully hard now, Brad’s thick cock measured 13” in length, having a 3” diameter cockhead that glistened in a layer of rich precum. Brad laid the fat head on the warm, wet, outstretched tongue, and, as he did so, a thick bubble of white goo belched from its eye, rolled down, and pooled on Jon’s tongue below. Lifting his cock back from the receptive tongue, a single strand of cum hung in the air, connecting the juicy cockhead to Jon’s wet tongue. “Swallow, girl…” Brad softly cooed, “Y-e-a-h… Take my seed inside you…” Jon withdrew his tongue and rubbed it against the roof of his mouth, tasting the gift before taking it inside his belly. “We’re one now, babe,” Brad whispered.
Without any coaxing or direction, Jon opened his mouth and extended his tongue, wanting more of the rich offering. Of course, this wasn’t Jon, wanting another dude’s cum on his tongue; it was the effect of all the drugs and Brad’s getting inside his head. Due to his exceptional good-looks, Jon had always been a pussy magnet—since Grade School, really. He was totally into girls, having lost his virginity at age 16 to a cheerleader in his class. He was the valedictorian of his graduating class and total jock throughout junior high and high school, playing on the football and baseball teams. In fact, Jon was the quarterback of his high school team beginning his Junior year—he was that good. Like most teenage jocks—and indeed Jon was still as much, being 19—he spent too much time with his 8” cock, fantasizing about the chicks. Of course, there were a few times Jon found himself rubbing the pad of his finger across his smooth, pink rosebud, pressing just the first little bit inside, but this didn’t happen that often. You see, Jon’s beautiful, hard rump attracted attention of both girls and boys, and when he was still an innocent 15-year-old, a Senior member of the football team humiliated the Nordic beauty by pushing his face against the shower wall and finger-fucking his cherry hole in front of several other members of the team—Jon’s grunts keeping time with the long, soapy middle finger rapidly punching in-and-out his surprised orifice. For reasons the blonde jock failed to understand, on rare occasions, Jon found himself knuckle-deep inside his smooth rosebud, recalling that dude, while trying his best to envision a girl—any girl.
Now, extending tongue again, Jon eagerly rolled it around the big cockhead, scooping up a mouthful of its thick goo, savoring its taste a moment, then swallowing—with Brad all-the-time cooing and running his fingers through the jock’s long, blonde hair. “That’s it, pretty girl…s-u-c-k your man’s cock… F-u-c-k, you look so h-o-t with my big cock in your mouth, girl… Oh y-e-a-h, you fuckin’ n-e-e-d my sweet cum, babe…” Jon mouthed the big cockhead, sucking the thick, sticky juice directly from its eye. He cupped and squeezed Brad’s hard glutes, as he took the meat inside his warm, wet mouth, instinctively rubbing its underside with his tongue, coaxing more of its seed to flow. Brad, who’d been guiding this huge meat with one hand while petting Jon’s hair with the other, now gripped the top of the sofa with both hands and began slowly pumping his hips forward and backward, driving three-to-four inches of his giant cock inside Jon’s hungry mouth. “Oh, y-e-a-h, you’re a hungry whore, aren’t you, girl?”
Thanks to the drugs and Brad’s manipulation, Jon had reversed the roles of his experiences and fantasies. In his clouded mind, he was now the ‘girl’…the ‘babe’—just like Brad was saying—and this girl was hungry for the king-sized cock in front of her. The blonde jock-boy rubbed and groped Brad’s butt with one hand, sliding his other hand around front to run his fingers through the soft, dense bush of light brown pubes. A scent filled Jon’s brain, making him feel even higher than he already was. His hand came upon the huge, thick root of the cock, and Jon molded his hand around its warm, silky skin—his fingers far from being able to wrap around it. As he sucked and licked its juicy head, Jon marveled at how much heavier the huge cock felt, compared to his own.
“S-u-c-k that cock, girl… W-i-d-e-r, babe… you can do it…” Brad moaned, picking up speed, punching into the opening of Jon’s throat. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good!” Jon opened as wide as he could, wanting much more of the huge cock inside him. If he’d been all-there, he’d have heard not only Brad moaning, but himself as well—hungry for this cock and its thick, salty nectar—wanting to please the quarterback-god.
‘No gag reflex,’ Brad realized. ‘The bitch has no fucking gag reflex!’ Jon hands rubbed the length of the backs of Brad’s thighs, squeezing his hard glutes and pulling Brad deeper inside. When Brad devised this punishment around 2:30 a.m., he’d only intended to knock Jon down about 400 places for making the moves on Anne (or so Brad firmly believed). He took great pleasure, knowing Jon would be forever secretly humiliated by tonight’s events—that years later, Jon would lay in bed with his wife, secretly knowing he too had sucked cock. ‘After all,’ Brad had imagined earlier, ‘I’ll likely never see this cunt again, after I graduate in May’. The absence of a gag reflex—a rarity, indeed—was, however, a total game-changer. Jon didn’t know it, but he was a natural-born cocksucker, and Brad intended to take advantage of this for the remainder of the semester…at least.
It was not without effort that Jon sucked Brad’s giant cock, though. While tears streamed nonstop down his cheeks, snot ran just as profusely from his nose and around his widely-stretched lips. These fluids mixed with the never-ending supply of precum slipping from the corners of Jon’s lips to form a thick, white, frothy mixture that flowed over his chin, down his neck, and across Jon’s amazing pecs.
Brad pummeled seven inches of cock in-and-out of Jon’s hungry mouth—four inches of which were being exquisitely squeezed by Jon’s warm, spasming throat. ‘No fuckin’ bitch would ever let me do this to her!!’ Brad thrilled to himself, ‘but fags…fags were a whole, other story!!!’ Brad didn’t give a fuck if Jon was straight, bi, or gay: he was just thankful his cameras were on, as he fully-intended to use Jon the rest of the semester! With Jon moaning around his thick shaft and his throat massaging the massive cockhead, Brad felt the moment of no return quickly approaching, and just in time, he yanked his cock from the hungry throat and shot load-after-load across Jon’s handsome, Nordic face. Great globs of white cum splattered across his face and into his long, blonde hair. Ropes of the stuff landed on his forehead, in his left eye, on his nose, over his dimpled cheeks … and, tellingly, into his gaping mouth and onto his outstretched tongue. Brad even ran his cock through Jon’s beautiful long, blonde hair when he finished.
Grabbing a fistful of Jon’s hair, Brad directed the jock-boy in cleaning his cock. “Stick your tongue out, girl…” Brad guided Jon’s handsome face alongside his huge slab of meat. “Lick the cock… That’s it, lick the cock clean, baby… Get all that cum in your pretty mouth and swallow… Get all my babies inside you, girl… Y-e-a-h, that’s it... Oh-h-h-h, f-u-c-k! Lick those balls, bitch!” It couldn’t have played out better for Brad.
Jon couldn’t have told you his name—he was reeling so high from the drugs. Jon was now a compilation of every chick who’d ever sucked his cock (and there were plenty). He was a girl, and in truth, hadn’t he always wondered what it would like on the other end of his cock?? Over the years, hadn’t Jon listened to buddies describe different girls sucking their cocks? …Then later, in the locker room, hadn’t he noticed these same, big cocks and wondered what the girls tasted? Hadn’t he noticed Brady’s big cock—for example—countless times, swinging between his legs in the showers and wondered what Kim tasted when it was in her mouth? Now, though, Jon was Kim …he was Anne …he was Tess…and many more …rolled into a single, cock-hungry whore.
Brad stepped off the sofa, panting—his broad pecs glistening with sweat. “Oh-h-h-h, girl! …you did g-o-o-d, girl …really good…”
After waiting a moment to catch his breath, Brad hoisted Jon up and threw him face-down over the side of the bed, with his hard, pert, round ass right on the edge. Stepping back to take in the sight, once again Brad was stunned by the truly breathtaking vision—the pale, smooth globes so full…and eatable … and Brad’s cock began filling with blood again. It was—by far—the best ass Brad had ever seen—female or male—and he felt his knees weaken, as he dropped to the floor behind the big, hard glutes. Brad grabbed a big globe in each hand and spread them apart, revealing Jon’s smooth, beautiful, pale pink rosebud, hidden in the tight, narrow crevice …and Brad’s face fell forward—his hot, wet mouth open and hungry. No, Brad had never eaten ass—never—but this was no ass: this was the prettiest cunt he’d ever seen, at least that’s what Brad’s brain was telling him …but could it have been Jon’s fault? Remember the pledge who Brad had made keep his face in Jon’s crotch? Remember the Senior on Jon’s high school football team who finger-fucked Jon in the shower? Perhaps—unknown to the handsome, Nordic, stud and to his misfortune—the beautiful, little rosebud between Jon’s smooth, round globes emitted pheromones or a subtle scent of some kind that played with the minds of certain susceptible straight dudes, confusing them—signaling the jock-boy actually had something else between his legs. Whatever the case, Brad held those big, tight globes apart and had half his tongue going in-and-out of Jon’s pink hole, moaning and thinking this was the best pussy he’d ever seen or tasted. Not only did Brad moan, but Jon, too, moaned—loudly—pushing his butt backward on the quarterback’s handsome face, too drugged-up to understand what was happening or why.
The longer Brad’s face spent between Jon’s round glutes, the harder Brad’s cock became, and soon, the quarterback was ready for round two. However, having no finesse or sensitivity whatsoever, the 6’ 4” quarterback punched his long, thick middle finger—without lubrication of any kind—through the little rosebud, shoving it all the way inside. Drugged though he was, Jon’s eyes flew open, and he let out a cry of bloody murder. “Shut the fuck up!” Brad whispered gruffly. “It’s fuckin’ four in the morning!” Of course, Jon didn’t understand what he said…or anything else, for that matter. Eager to fuck, Brad kept his big, middle finger shoved up Jon’s butt and, in fact, tried pushing a second finger inside as well. Jon’s yelling only increased in volume, as his little anus tried stretching around Brad’s thick fingers. Jon even tried pushing himself off the bed, when suddenly one of the boys in the next room pounded on the wall. For a second, time stopped for Brad: he couldn’t get caught like this. Jon’s continued yelling caused Brad to yank his fingers from the little hole, stand, lean over the bed, and grab Jon by his long hair, growling, “Shut. the. fuck. up!”
Brad was beyond angry …and hard. There would have to be another place and time for breeding this cunt, but Brad determined he would, in fact, take it. For now, standing above Jon’s hot, fucking ass, Brad yanked on his awesome 13” cock …and he continued yanking, imagining the incredible fuck Jon’s pussy promised to be, until finally, Brad began firing. The first shot went flying straight up Jon’s nude back—between his broad shoulders and into his blonde hair. Following his broad shoulders downward, Jon’s back gradually narrowed to a small waist, and it was here that Brad pointed his second shot, splattering in the small of the stud’s back. The remaining shots all splattered over Jon’s smooth, beautiful globes—the white cum rolling over them in all directions …with some seeping between tight crevice, running down and across the pale pink rosebud.