My First Year in University

I stayed on the beach that entire first day, soaking up the Florida sun, my body responding immediately and browning up with the help of some oil. My sunglasses helped as I took in all the hot bodies on the beach, both girls and guys. Many girls with thongs riding up their asses, and guys with short trunk style suits that I could tell whether they were cut or not. I was hard the entire day, watching guys walk by as I was on my stomach so my erection was pressed into the sand. When I flipped onto my back, I had to relax just to keep my cock at bay.

The water was beautiful, and there were enough people around to hang out with, that Aaron’s inability to lay still didn’t bother me. I think they were scoring some weed or something by the looks of them late in the afternoon. Aaron was all giddy and dazed, which only made him hotter in my eyes as his dopey-ness seemed to increase his desire to hang out with me.

He spent the late afternoon laying beside me on his towel next to mine, giving me the chance to study his mostly naked body behind my sunglasses. I counted freckles on his legs, sizing up the width of his thigh next to mine. Or the path of his veins, from the top of his foot up the side of his leg. Or the pattern of small freckles on his abs that almost looked like a constellation from the night sky.

So when those fucking girls showed up again to ask for his help with something, the effects of the weed still in place, he disappeared with them quickly without a thought to even look back at me.

I had a late dinner with Adam and a couple others at one of the close-by fast food joints, and by the time the sun was all the way in, we were in our room wondering where Aaron and Greg were as we contemplated the night scene.

“Do you wanna go check out the bars?” Adam finally said, sitting in front of the TV aimlessly flipping channels.

I looked at him, sitting in his shorts and tee shirt from dinner, looking rather attractive without any effort. Adam was a good looking guy, a lot beefier than when we first arrived on campus in September in a good way. He had started working out at the athletic center after he commented on how I was developing and had put on a few extra pounds of solid muscle and was getting bulkier himself. He still had a boyish looking face, but in that jock-ish way like me. Except I still looked way younger.

I shrugged. “Should we wait for the guys?” I pointed a thumb to their bed as Adam’s eyes rolled.

“They’re probably fucking those girls.” Adam gave me a grin, thinking that would make me smile too.

I didn’t, just looked down and thought about Aaron’s cock in someone else.

“Then let’s wander!” I shouted and grabbed the hotel key card.

Adam shut the TV off and followed me out the door, both of us looking like two university jocks on the prowl in our shorts and tees flip flops and young faces.

The night was perfect, not too hot and not too cool, allowing us to wander up and down the area, taking in all the hotels along the strip that were full of like minded individuals. There were a few clubs scattered throughout, some with lines, others with signs about wet t-shirt contests, and all of them loud with club music blaring. This was quite the scene.

“Do you have fake ID?” Adam suddenly said leaning over closer to my face.

I gave him a look. “Like anyone would believe I was 21.”

He laughed out loud and patted my broad shoulders. “Well from the neck down they would but it’s that cute little baby face that gets you in trouble!” He grabbed my chin and gave me a wag, causing me to smile for the first time. His hand on my face stirred something in me and I caught his glare. His brown eyes lingered for a bit with a little sparkle to them, before his boyish grin widened. “Just messing with you bro.” He punched my shoulder lightly and then pushed me away, taking a few steps in front of me. I checked out his ass, his high bubble jock butt displayed perfectly in those shorts and I found myself staring.

I was getting so desperate I was checking out my roommate!

I caught up to him and we roamed the rest of the strip for the next couple hours, getting some Cokes so at least we had something to drink in our hands, even though it wasn’t alcoholic. In Canada we could drink at 19, but here in Florida you had to be 21. Our university bars let under-agers in with a stamp or something, but we were discovering not many places here did that. If you weren’t 21, you didn’t get in.

We made our way back to the hotel and found a group sitting out by the beach, or rather they spotted us and yelled at us to join them. It was Brad that was waving his arms and telling us to come.

“It’s the little jockboy!” He said, holding up his can of Coke. He sounded drunk, even though he was holding a pop. Adam and I slowly walked over, recognizing most of the bodies as members from our tour. Aaron was not there, nor was Greg.

Brad held out his can and pointed at mine.

“You need a top up?” He asked, making me look into my can as he reached down and pulled a brown paper bag up from the sand beside them. He pulled a bottle of rye out, and took the top off.

At last, I thought, something to calm my nerves! I held out my can and Adam followed suit as he added the liquor to our Cokes.

I took a sip and just about gagged, realizing how strong this was. In fifteen minutes I was feeling it.

“Have you seen Aaron or Greg tonight?” I finally asked Brad, leaning in over the loud talking around us.

Brad shook his head and leaned back into me, his breath smelling like the rye from the bottle. “Nah, I think they took off with Mandy and Lisa somewhere earlier.”

I think Mandy was the one from this morning, but I couldn’t figure out their names just yet. I didn’t say anything, just stared out to the beach.

His arm came around my shoulders and he pulled me into him. “It’s okay, you can hang with us.”

I put a hand on his chest, surprised at how hard it felt and pushed myself away from him. The drink was making me dizzy after being in the sun all day, and I decided I needed to lay down.

I stood up carefully as Brad watched me closely, taking a long sip from his can. I did a double take, catching Brad’s eyes on me and he looked away quickly. I nodded to Adam that I was heading back, and he joined me. As I got far enough away from the group and was almost to our hotel room door, I looked back at the group and noticed Brad was still watching me. I smiled to myself, knowing that at least someone was interested.

Aaron and Greg had not been back to the room since Adam and I left, that was clear. I wasn’t sure if I was mad, or jealous, or both. But I did get into bed angrily, shucking my shorts and shirt and hoping into the sheets as Adam disappeared into the bathroom. I gave my cock a scratch, and turned sideways, facing the door and away from the bathroom and turned the lights off. I was already asleep before Adam even got into bed.

It was still dark when I heard the door opening, and saw the shadowy figures of Aaron and Greg stumble in. They were trying to be quiet, and were giggling softly as they crept in. I watched Aaron flop down on the bed, Greg moving beside him and laying down directly beside him. Rather closely I noted in the darkness. Their lack of movement forced me back into slumber, until the morning.

The next day it rained, non stop. Too rainy to be on the beach, too wet to walk around much, we were stuck in our rooms watching TV for the most part, until the rain sort of stopped and we ended up wandering around the strip shopping. This time it was just the four of us, me hanging back with Aaron mostly as Adam and Greg shopped for shirts and necklaces.

“You gonna tell me where you were yesterday?” I finally asked, when Aaron and I were alone in the back of a shop.

Aaron looked at me with a slight frown, but then rolled his eyes. “Just hanging out bro. Relax.”

I held my tongue, ignoring his sudden turn of the back to me. I didn’t want to push it, but didn’t want to let it go either. I ran my hand over a lime green Salty Dog shirt and looked at Aaron’s big back in his muscle shirt, letting my eyes trail down to his perfect ass. My insides flipped, picturing him naked. And the last thing I said to him as he was fucking me deep.

I love you.

Aaron of course didn’t say it back. Other than he knew that I did.

He glanced back at me, giving me a little sexy smile and letting his eyes hold my gaze for a moment as he walked around a rack of clothes. He pulled out a pair of shorts and held them up. “Should I try these on?” He asked with a bigger grin.

They were a pair of plain black ones, nothing special. I shrugged and looked up at him. “If you want.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the back of the shop quickly, to the small hallway with the changerooms. There was no one back there and he kept his grip on me the entire way until he was pulling me into the changeroom with him.

He shut the door and pushed me against the wall and pressed his body into mine, kissing me hard and quietly. I tried not to make a sound as I grinded my body up against his, desperate for the feel of him. I could feel his cock hardening against me as we kissed, my hands moving up to his neck to hold him as his cupped my ass.

“Suck my cock for me.” He whispered, backing up and opening his shorts, shoving them to the floor around his running shoes. He had a pair of grey Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs on that were skin tight, his thick cock hard and to the left. I sunk to my ass in front of him with the aid of his hands on my shoulders and pulled his cock out, engulfing it in my mouth right there against the wall of the small dressing room.

Aaron leaned over me, letting his head rest on the wall as he held my head and shoved that cock all the way down my throat. I heard him exhale slowly as that sweet tasting dick of his filled my throat and made me almost gag. I grabbed the base and started to work on it, knowing how risky this was, but wanting him all the same.

I did love Aaron. And I couldn’t get enough of him even though he was treating me like shit on this trip. My hands gripped his ass cheeks as he started to fuck my face, holding my head against his hips as he gently pumped into my throat.

I went into cock sucking mode, hungry for him, desperate for his load. My hand started to rotate, squeezing the base of his cock as my mouth moved up and down his fat shaft. I could hear his breathing increase, and I knew he was on the verge.

“I’m gonna cum bro.” He whispered, holding my face in both his hands and bucked into my throat. My head banged against the wall a couple times but I took it, wanting him to explode down my throat. I grabbed his heavy balls and squeezed, as if to milk out his juice.

I felt his ass flex and his body tensed as the first wave of warm liquid flooded into me. I let out a low growl as I sucked it back, grabbing his dick to suck that salty sweetness out of him. He shivered at my movement, continuing to spill his seed into me. I gulped it all down until he started to soften and slowed his breath down.

He gently pulled back, not wanting to let his cock out of my warm mouth. He gave me a big smile and licked his lips, bending down to pull his shorts back up as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slowly stood up.

Aaron brought a finger and thumb to my chin and held my face up to his lips, lightly kissing me and trying not to make a sound.

“Just until I can fuck this ass again.” He whispered into my ear, grabbing my ass and squeezing my right cheek.

Then he opened the changeroom door and pushed me out gently, following behind me. No one was around, and we seemed to have gone unnoticed. Even Greg and Adam were still at the front of the store looking at more necklaces. Greg had one in his hand, a white and beige beaded one that he was tempted to buy.

Aaron ignored me for the rest of the outing, until we were back to our room after dinner and beers were being passed around. He joined me on my bed, as Adam and Greg stood in the doorway, talking to others outside.

“I’m fucking you tonight.” Aaron leaned over, stretching his leg wide and letting it touch mine as we sat together on the bed.

“Oh really?” I said, noting the gathering of the cling on girls now entering our room. Aaron immediately got up and joined them at the door.

I sat on the bed for a few minutes, sucking back beer, watching Aaron flirt.Fuck you, I thought, and grabbed another beer and brushed past them all, stepping out into the still night air. I downed my beer rather quickly, walking down alone to the beach. I kicked off my flip flops and picked them up, strolling down the sand until I heard my name being called. I tossed my can into the nearby garbage can and squinted to see who was running after me.

“Wait up!” I could hear the familiar voice calling. I recognized the bulky figure of Brad, holding his own flip flops in one hand a couple of beers attached to the plastic ring in the other as he jogged towards me. “Where you going dude?” he said, slightly puffing as he caught up to me.

“Just needed a walk.” I sounded like a spoiled child, almost huffing myself at being so pissed off at Aaron.

“Mind if I tag along. My roommates are already plastered and making out with some chicks they just met so I figured I needed a walk too.” He gave me a little chuckle and a winning smile. Brad was a good looking guy, and as I stared down at his feet in the sand, and his thick legs, I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to have him join me. He did after all seem to like me. I glanced over at our room which I could still see from this spot on the beach, our door still open and the gaggle of girls hovering around our door and thought I could be in the same predicament as Brad soon enough, with all of my roommates making out with someone.

“Sure.”

“Want one?” He asked, pulling a can from the plastic and handing it to me. I took it and clicked it open, the sudden spray of it surprising us. “Fuck! Sorry!” Brad laughed, taking a step back to avoid the mist. I now smelled like beer.

I slurped the top, quickly downing as much as I could fast as it dripped over the can and onto my fingers. Brad eyes me with amusement as he gingerly opened another one, holding it back.

“Must have been from all that running I did to catch up.” He giggled and we started to walk away from our hotel along the deserted strip.

It was very dark as we passed in between hotels, the occasional gatherings of people at the edge of properties. Most hotels were side by side, but there was the occasional empty lot in some spots between crowds. I couldn’t believe how many people were out, but mostly closer to the hotels than on the beach. It had been such a rainy day that most chose to drink or party at the clubs.

Brad rattled on about nothing in particular, and I was glad for the company to take my mind off things. And as I walked with him farther and farther away, and the third beer hit me, I noticed how hunky Brad was. He didn’t seem the smartest, and had a bit of a dopey sound to his voice, but that just made him even more attractive the longer I was with him, like he was some dumb jock I suddenly wanted to conquer.

I finished my beer and started to look around for a garbage can when I noticed we hit a stretch in between two properties. One was a seedy looking hotel, much like ours. The one on the far side was obviously a club of some sorts as loud music pumped our way. Both buildings were only one story, and loud in their own right. The hotel had a large crowd out front as we passed it, and I could see groups of partiers in the parking lot of the club. But in between there was a stretch of a narrow unused property, housing a run down empty hotel that was covered in trees and big bins for garbage. It was dark, and spooky looking in between the two lit up buildings on each side.

Brad pointed to the one large garbage bin closest to the beach and took my can from me and jogged over to toss them in. I watched him run, the outline of his thick round calves visible as he trotted to it. He was only about 60 feet from me, and I noticed him pause for a minute, and look to the right of the bin before he crept up towards it and peered around the side. I could see him turn back towards me, and wave me over silently.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards him, seeing him sort of bent over, peering around the side of the bin that was hidden from the ocean side. As I drew near, he turned to me and pressed a finger to his lips, indicating to me that I needed to be quiet, and waved me over in a hurried motion.

I sort of jogged then, wondering what the hell he wanted me to see, the two empty cans now at his feet in the sand as he looked around the bin again. I noticed his left hand was tugging at his shorts as he bent over.

“What…?” I whispered.

“Check that out.” He whispered and pointed to the side of the bin.

He backed up out of my way so I could assume the spot he was in, Brad holding his own crotch as he did. I sort of gave him a look as he looked back at me with a wicked grin and my eyes turned to the soft sounds I could now hear as I stepped up to the corner. The sounds of grunts.

My eyes peered around the corner and I saw three figures, one standing up straight with a hand on the side of the bin, and two others kneeling down in front with their backs to me. The figure standing was a tall man, and the outline of him looked impressive. The two on the ground at his legs were obviously performing an oral job for him.

I turned back to Brad who was rubbing his crotch. He gave me a smile and nodded for me to keep looking. “Can you see them?” He whispered, coming up beside me to sneak a look with me.

I turned back to study the shapes on their knees. One figure had a baseball cap on turned backwards, and it was unmistakably a jock. The shape beside him was built similarly, broad shoulders, short hair, and undeniably another male.

“It’s all guys.” I said out loud, feeling my cock growing in my shorts. It was like being at the spa, watching guys sucking dick. But this was outside, in between two properties in a deserted lot by the beach in Florida, and it suddenly made me very, very horny.

Brad put a hand on my back as he leaned over me. “Yeah it is. Fuckin’ hot.” He whispered back. His hand felt large on the space just below my shoulder blade as he peered around, his right hand now tugging at his crotch with more pressure.

I couldn’t make out much, but from the movements of the guys on their knees, they were both attacking what looked like to be a sizeable dick. My eyes moved up to the recipient, who looked much bigger and thicker in stature than the two horny guys on the ground. It looked like he had a shaved head as the outline of the moon shone down on him. His shoulders were wide, and I could make out the round mounds squared off from his thick looking neck. He was still clothed, wearing what looked like a black t-shirt.

“Wanna join in?” Brad whispered beside me, causing me to jump a bit.

I stood up and took a step back, eyeing him cautiously. “Do you?” I asked back.

Brad was rubbing his cock through his shorts and smiled at me. “What do you think?”

I felt my pulse quicken as I watched his meaty hand pulling at his bulge. He took a step around the bin, coming into their sightline for sure but kept looking at me.

“Come on.” He whispered, opening up his shorts and reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock. It was no monster by any means, a nice average sized cut cock, but it was thick, like a fat little can. My eyes went to it and watched his fist grab it, covering it completely so all I could see was the tip as he started to pull on it. “I do this all the time at the prison.” He winked at me and started walking towards the guys, out of my sight.

“Brad!?” I whispered back, moving to the side again to peer around. Brad was walking slowly towards the trio, sliding along the side of the bin carefully, inching towards them until I noticed the bald guy’s head look up and over at him. I stayed put, wondering what they would do. Brad kept walking and the bald guy’s head lowered again. I saw the two guys on the ground stand up suddenly, as if he told them something, but no one ran off. Instead, they watched Brad approach stroking his fat cock.

Confident Brad walked right up to them, his shorts being held up by one hand as he held his cock in the other, moving right beside the big guy. I saw the two guys in front nod, and then they both sank to their knees, one going back down on the hulking figure while the other went in front of Brad.

That bastard, I thought to myself, pulling at my cock. I couldn’t tell if Brad was looking at me, but it looked like his head was in my direction. I thought of Aaron suddenly, getting sucked off. And him plowing my mouth full of his cum earlier today. And his words echoed in my head: It’s Spring Break.

I stepped out of the side of the bin and walked towards the group, keeping my cock in my shorts as I did. I could hear their grunts more clearly as I neared them, watching Brad as a smile registered on his face when he saw me coming.

“Friend of mine.” I heard Brad say to the guys sucking dick. As I drew closer, I could see the big guy standing next to Brad, a few inches taller than Brad and thicker in a brutish, more muscular way. He was a black guy, with light brown skin and fucking hot as hell. He had on a tight black tee which he held up with one hand exposing his stomach, a solid flat looking set of abs as a head bobbed up and down on his pole. The guy sucking him was the one with the baseball cap on backwards, a hot looking white jock, clean shaven and preppy looking. The guy beside him was a carbon copy, totally boy next door sort of guys that looked to be about twenty.

“You want some dick too?” I heard the gruff voice of the black brute suddenly say as he looked at me. He looked mean, tough, and clearly enjoying the attention as both guys on their knees moved towards his cock. The one on Brad kept going back to it, and when the ball cap guy finally pulled off, I could see the size and girth of it and let out a little groan. Compared to Brad’s beside it, it was a fucking monster cock.

Brad grinned at me and held his cock out as he waited for the two guys to come off the monster cock beside him. “Come on Brian. I know you want it.”

As if in a daze I moved to Brad and took his cock from him, feeling my fist try to close around that fat little prick and knelt down. I had no problem taking it all the way down, but the width certainly stretched my mouth as I swallowed his already spit lubed cock.

Brad groaned and grabbed my head, letting out a loud grunt as he started to fuck my face. “About fuckin’ time.” He muttered above me as I widened my lips and took it. He jackhammered me much to the delight of the man standing beside him as I heard his gravelly voice.

“There’s a hungry little boy.” I could feel a third hand grip my hair as Brad drilled my face, only to be pushed off it and pulled into that monster cock. “Want a taste of this one?”

This guy’s cock wasn’t as thick as Brad’s, but it was still pretty wide, and definitely longer. I stared at it, noting the colour next to my hand. I was already tanned, but this cock was just a bit darker and looked juicy as hell. I dove on it all at once.I gagged, before I relaxed and went back to it, feeling this strong man’s hand on my head holding me in place. The two other guys were close beside me, one holding this monster cock’s nutsack, while the other guy had his tongue out trying to get at it as pumped in an out of my mouth.

I was making little gagging sounds but taking it deep, Brad’s voice over top of me egging me on.

“Fuck yeah, swallow that big dick Brian!” He groaned as baseball cap guy’s face moved beside me. His tongue came out in a groan, and he started to lick the parts that were exposed as my head moved up and down, until his mouth was on mine at the tip and we were making out around that fat black cock.

“Fuck yeah, look at them go.” Big brute announced above us, grabbing both our heads and smashing them together, moving his cock sideways out of the way to watch us kiss. Baseball cap guy grabbed my head and opened his mouth wide, kissing me deep, grunting as he did as the big brute moved his hips sideways to slap my face with his big dick before the other jock took hold of it and swallowed it.

I came off the kiss dizzy, looking at the jock for a brief second, his blue eyes locked on mine for that moment before I felt that monster dick at my lips again and the brute was grabbing my head to feed it to me once more.

“Suck it buddy.” He growled, prying my lips open with a finger as he slid into me again. Both guys came at each side, mouths open and licking what they could. I thought I was hungry for cock, but these guys were just as needy. I sucked that big dick like a pro, until I could hear the sounds intensifying and a large hand grabbed his own cock and started jerking in front of my face. All three of us continued to lick what we could as it hovered in front of our faces, both guys coming at my open mouth to tongue duel with me as the sounds of the brute above us rose.

“Fuck yeah!” Baseball cap grunted, and sucked the head of that big cock around the brute’s big fingers, making us each do the same until he started bucking.

“Here you go boys!” He growled, and pointed his cock directly at my face in a loud grunt. The first shot went directly down my cheek as the two guys dove to the side of his cock, tongues out and trying to suck what they could as cum flew out in all directions. I felt the other jock beside me lick my face clean as I was forced onto the head of his cock once again. The big brute seemed to enjoy my mouth the most as he held my face onto his dick, shuddering out a bit more directly for me to enjoy. He pulled out, and the baseball cap jock was back at my mouth, his tongue searching quickly in me for mine as we made out something fierce.

He pulled off and I could see Brad standing above me jerking his cock, staring at me intently. The big brute stepped back and tucked his cock in his pants. “Alright you two, you can go in now.” He mumbled and turned to see Brad pulling at his cock.

The two jocks stood up and wiped their faces as I stretched upwards too. The big brute looked down at me with a raised eyebrow and a wicked grin. Fuck he is hot, I thought to myself, taking in his muscles in his shirt, the wide shoulders, the massive biceps. He was definitely a mean looking guy and I suddenly hesitated in front of him.

“I’ll let you in too pretty boy if you want to come?” He pointed his thumb backwards, towards the base pumping club behind us as the two jocks adjusted their clothes. “You suck a mean dick. Guaranteed entrance.” He winked at me and smiled, softening his features somewhat. He certainly didn’t look the type that wanted guys to suck his dick.

“We’re not done yet.” I heard Brad say as he roughly grabbed my shoulder and pushed me into the side of the bin. “I want to fuck this beautiful ass.” He mumbled, reaching around me from behind to undo my shorts and free my cock at last.

“Sweet…”I heard the deep voice of the brute say. I could feel Brad behind me as my ass was exposed to the night air, his fat dick pressing against my leg as he tugged at my shorts to get them past my round bubble butt.

“I need to fuck this ass.” Brad whispered in my ear.

I turned back to see the three guys standing there watching me, and I felt like I was on display again at the spa. I leaned forward and stuck my ass out, opening my fingers wide as I pressed my hands onto the metal bin.

“Looks like he wants it.” The big brute groaned as the two jocks pulled their dicks out.

“Holy shit.” The baseball capped jock said as he started to jerk wildly, watching me.

Brad simply shoved his spit covered cock into my cheeks, finding my willing hole right away as if he had done this before and slammed into me. The width got me as he stretched me open wide, but his hips were on me fast as the length seemed to only penetrate my entrance.

I pushed back against him as if I was expected more, and groaned with the feeling of the thickness in me once again. I suddenly missed Aaron’s cock, and how that big dick could punch so far deep into me. I glanced back at the big brute and wished it was his big dick I was taking instead.

But Brad knew what he was doing, and as he swiveled his hips, I let out a satisfying roar as he ignited something. I gasped, and looked at him with my mouth hanging open. “Holy fuck!” I yelled a little too loudly.

Brad just grinned and masterfully started to fuck me, sending shock waves through me with his skill. He didn’t have the longest dick, but fuck man, could he use it!

I was a moaning bitch the entire time Brad fucked me. He tried to cover my mouth at times with his hand as he plowed me from behind. Only then did I hear the grunts from the two jocks beating their meat as they watched the show. Brad was rough, putting his meaty body to true form as he fucked me hard. He didn’t make any sounds, other than trying to shush me as he drilled me a new ass.

I heard one loud grunt and a series of “fuck yeahs” from behind me as I figured one jock shot his load, quickly followed by another louder growl and more verbal encouragement, until I heard the big brute’s deep voice directly beside me and his big hand grabbed my hair and pulled me backwards.

“Come on buddy, fill his fucking ass!” He growled at Brad, peering down at me, watching me enjoying Brad’s thickness.

Brad let out a little whimper, and then slowed his pace right down in a long steady stroke. “Oh fuck!” He moaned behind me and I felt his body start to shake as the big brute held my head up.

“Fuck yeah!” The big brute said loud as he looked at Brad finishing unloading, stopping his rhythm completely and shaking out his cum into me in body convulsions. Then the big brute opened my mouth with his two fingers and leaned over me and spit into me.

I moaned, and swallowed his saliva happily, eyeing him like a hungry dog.

“You’re a hot little fucker. If I hadn’t already spilled, I’d be digging into that sweet ass myself.” He spit into my open mouth again and then slapped my cheek lightly and stepped back to the other panting jocks. “Come on you two fags. Let’s go.”

I turned around to see the three strangers walking towards the club as Brad backed out of me. My ass unclenched and released that fat dick unwillingly, and I let out a little gasp as I watched Brad pull up his shorts.

Fuck what a stud! I thought to myself surprisingly. Why the hell wasn’t he fucking me earlier this week?!

I stretched my body up and pulled my shorts back up over my ass, still staring at Brad as he adjusted his shorts and straightened his shirt, wiping his forehead with this palm and then looking at me.

“Fuckin’ hot Brian.” He grinned at me.

I was speechless. Brad wasn’t my typical conquest, and when I saw the length of his dick, I wasn’t overly impressed. But after that, I wanted more.

Fuck Aaron, I thought to myself as I watched the big brute’s outline disappear to the side of the empty lot followed by the two jocks. There’s a lot more to discover down here in Daytona Beach.