Gym Bag

“Shit,” Brenner hissed. He looked around desperately. “Bro, did you bring my gym bag, the black one?

“Yeah. It’s there next to the bathroom door,” Ryan said gesturing to a bag on the floor.

“Cool,” replied Brenner in relief. He moved to the bag and picked it up and unzipped it. “That would’ve sucked, bro. Its got our shoes in it.”

“Oh shit.  Yeah that would have sucked to forget those. My red ones are inside, right?”

“Yep. I got you, bro.”

Ryan laughed, shaking his head.

Brenner asked, “What’s so funny?”

“That you keep two pairs of high-heels in your gym bag,” Ryan told him.

“Where else am I gonna keep them?”

“Just don’t forget and bring the wrong bag to the gym,” Ryan teased.

“Trust me, I only made that mistake once,” Brenner said laughing. Ryan laughed too and stripped down.

The two best friends started emptying their suitcases on to the large bed. Each one had the same outfit but a different color. Tonight, Ryan was going to be wearing red and Brenner white. They each slid on their satin panties over their muscular quads and boulder sized asses. Brenner handed him a pair of red nylon thigh-high stockings with a matching red lace garter belt.

“Thanks, bro,” said Ryan as he took the stockings.

“Those are the seamed ones. I know you like those,” Brenner said.

“Sweet.”

Brenner began to put on his white lace garter belt.

“Bro, I may have to get a bigger corset. My chest is too big.” Brenner heard Ryan and turned to look at him. Ryan was standing in front of a wall mirror struggling with his red corset, trying to tie it tight in the back. Ryan got the corset when he was five-pounds of muscle lighter. He was already stacked but he kept getting bigger the more he trained. Football season had just ended so he was still in the prime of conditioning. Luckily, his waist was tiny, his chest however, was huge.

Brenner rolled his eyes and stepped behind him and took the ribbons from him. “I told you that would happen,” he said with a tight yank.

Ryan let out a grunt as he felt the corset tighten around his torso. “I know, I know, but I’m not gonna stop working out.”

Brenner finished tying off the bow. “You better not. That’s why these dudes like us. You’re hot as fuck, bro. All jacked and shit,” Brenner said patting his buddy on the ass. He put his hands on Ryan’s shoulders and gave them a deep squeeze, then he rested his chin on Ryan’s massive shoulder and smiled at him through the mirror.

“Just trying to keep up with you, dude,” said Ryan, winking while looking at his best friend in the reflection of the wall mirror.

Brenner wrapped his arms around Ryan’s tight waist. “Bro, we are smoking hot pussy. Dudes want to fuck us. And we have our pick. There’s no end of hot dudes that want to fuck muscle sissies like us.”

Ryan nodded. “Damn, bro, muscle sissies... still not used to that phrase.” The two were football players surrounded by toxic masculinity at ever turn, every day. Hearing the term for the first time made both of them uncomfortable. Brenner had learned to deal. Ryan took a little longer.

Brenner shrugged. “It’s what we are bro.”

“I know but most dudes don’t want to fuck muscle sissies. Dudes into us are special breed,” he said sounding disappointed. “But fuck if I don’t I like it.”

Brenner snickered. “You didn’t even know you liked it until we met Mitch. I like it just as much as you do but, you know, you don’t have to dress like a muscle sissy to get fucked, bro. Don’t get addicted to the money. Start putting out more for free.”

“I do put out for free,” Ryan replied defensively. “I get dick.

Brenner guffawed. “Trust me, I know you get dick. Your bedroom is next to mine.”

“Right, and you’re quiet as a freaking mouse when you have a dude over,” Ryan said sarcastically.

“Shut up.” Brenner sat down on the bed and pulled on his white, shiny, nylon thigh-highs. He took his white lace and satin corset and wrapped it around his waist. “Hey, help me with this,” he said to Ryan

Ryan tied him into the tight corset until it was snug. Brenner took in a breath. “Damn, this fucker is tight. Hard to breathe sometimes. Especially when the dude has me fucking folded in half.”

“Yeah, mine too but bro, looks so sexy as fuck. You’re such a hot piece of ass, bro,” Ryan said to him as he turned his buddy around to face him. He put his hands on Brenner’s waist and pulled him close until their cocks were touching. “I love doing this shit with you.”

“Me too. When ever I get that text from Mitch, my dick gets hard. Just thinking about you and me, getting dressed up like bitches together, getting fucked, gets me wired. It’s so nice to get a chance to not have to be super masculine day in and day out. It’s nice to let out some fem.”

“No shit. The money’s not bad either. But you know what? I would do this without getting paid.”

Brenner nodded. “Bro, me too. Even if it’s just with you and Mitch.”

“Mmm,” Ryan cooed as he went in for a kiss. They made out softly, feeling each other’s hard, muscled bodies contrasted with the silky delicates they were wearing.

“Ryan, don’t,” Brenner said pulling away. “You know what’ll happen if we start fucking around before a party.”

“I know,” Ryan replied in a cute whimper. “But you’re so hot, Bren. Can’t help it. Especially, when you’re wearing your lace. We’re pre-lubed..” he said in a tempting voice.

“Bro, you think I don’t want to attack you when you’re wearing it too? Fuck. I’m holding back. But we got to get going before something happens. We both need to be fresh.”

“Buzz kill,” Ryan said grinning. “Guess we can’t go in there with our pussies full of cum.”

“Here,” Brenner said handing his buddy a tube of red lipstick. “And don’t slap a ton on. Less is more.”

“Bro, I know how to put on lipstick. It’s just gonna end up on their dicks anyway,” Ryan said taking the tube. “We doing eye liner?” he asked as he leaned into the mirror and stretched his lips tight to apply the lipstick.

“Yep.” They applied their make up and slicked their thick hair back. Their masculine features were softened. It was hard to feminize two men with square jaws and stuble, but then, Mitch didn’t want them passing.

Brenner’s cell buzzed. He looked at it and then put it down. “He’s ready for us.”

“Sweet! Come on you big, jacked sissy. Time to get our pussies pounded.” Ryan slapped him on the shoulder as they exited the bedroom.

 

Mitch waited for his boys to get dressed. He gathered together a group of men who appreciated two talented college athletes who liked to get fucked and also needed the money to pay for school.

When he first hooked up with the college boys on Grinder, it was supposed to be a pump-and-dump situation. They both wanted fucked at the same time. They liked threesomes but they liked to share a top. But when they saw Mitch for the first time, the two boys were pleasantly surprised. He looked even better than his online pictures. They didn’t realize how handsome and built Mitch was for an older dude. Granted, Mitch was only ten years older, but to a 19-year-old, everyone over 28 is old. And when Mitch saw them for the first time, he thought he won the lottery. The two athletes were so masculine looking and acting. They were built with hard, ripped muscle. They had faces that were carved from granite. He would have never known if he saw them in public that they were gay, let alone raging bottoms. They ended up having regular hook ups and they all three got along great. Mitch started inviting them to parties and they started hanging out more without having sex. He knew that the boys didn’t have a ton of money so, being wealthy, Mitch paid for things, gave them money if they needed it. They didn’t seem to take advantage of him though. He wanted to take care of them, make sure they didn’t have to stress about money while being full time students.

He introduced them to roleplay, and they took to it quickly. They found out they liked it and could live out fantasies that they didn’t think they could while playing college ball and acting straight. They roleplayed a bunch of different scenarios like ‘coach and football player’, bad cop, military, they really loved cosplay sex in authentic looking superhero costumes, even dad/son incest. But what really got them was the fem boy scene. Mitch always had a fetish for feminizing masculine men. He wasn’t sure they would be into it, but the two boys were up for anything. Mitch was surprised at how much they liked it. They were hesitant at first, being out of their comfort zones. He first introduced them to wearing panties which they loved because, to them, it was like wearing sexy speedos. From there Mitch added things like stockings and garters. The boys thought it was funny at first, making fun of each other dressed in women’s lingerie. But then they started to like it. They liked the idea of dropping the hardcore masculinity and just giving themselves over to Mitch and being used like slutty women. The high-heels were a learning curve for the boys. Their big muscular bodies were hard to balance in 4-inch stilettos.

When Mitch told some of his gay friends about the two, they were eager to meet the boys. He started bringing the two around to dinner parties, pool parties and events. The football players were nervous meeting more gay men as they didn’t want to jeopardize their football careers. It was risky enough just hooking up on Grinder with random guys. They both were good enough to be drafted into the NFL if they kept working hard.  The two friends also loved attention, and these gay men heaped on compliments.

Mitch let it slip to his friends that the two boys were also sissies, well, a few wanted to see it for themselves. These men had no problem at all feminizing masculine men.

The first time he asked the boys to meet these men as fem boys, they were hesitant. Brenner flat out said no, he being the more insecure of the two. He was uber masculine and didn’t want other men to see him like that. Ryan was ok with it as long as the men were attractive. So, Mitch offered to pay them both handsomely. He knew Brenner responded well to money. Brenner relented and said yes.

The two best friends dressed up and met the small group of four men. Brenner and Ryan were surprised at how much these men were into muscle sissies. It put the boys as ease, and they could be themselves in front of other guys besides Mitch. That night they ended up getting used and treated like whores, and they loved it. They made some good dough too. Soon, Mitch started hiring them out for private parties as sexy waiters, or strippers, any kind of sexy character. The French maid outfits were the boy’s favorite costumes. They both were making a ton of money, and they loved doing it. For two guys who had to be around toxically masculine dudes every day, all day, it was a well-deserved respite from that environment. They wanted to kick back, relax, and get fucked. And they wanted to feel like bitches when they did it. They wanted real men to fuck them but not treat the boys like men. They wanted to be treated like slutty whores.

 

 

The two college athletes entered the large living room side by side, holding hands. They strutted as they walked. Each wearing 4” stiletto heels that matched the color of their outfits. Two powerfully built athletes wearing corsets, panties and stockings walking toward you on stiletto heels was enough to turn straight men gay. They were feminine and intimidating at the same time. When they walked in, the room stopped and was quiet. They counted only 4 men, 5 including Mitch, and they were hot dudes too. Mitch had good taste in men.

“Girls,” Mitch said to the two fem boys. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, sir,” Brenner replied.

“Look at all the hot guys bro,” Ryan looked around the room and said to Brenner in a flirty, playful tone.

Brenner smirked. “Yeah, I know,” he said looking around. “Which one do you want to bust in your pussy first?” he asked Ryan.

“Boys, first one is lady’s choice,” added Mitch announced to the men in the room. “Take your pick, girls,” he said to the fem boys.

Brenner saw a man standing by the fireplace holding a beer unlike all the others who were drinking cocktails. The man stood out because he was rugged with a scruff on his jaw, his hair was brown and shaggy just below the ear. He was wearing a tight henley that clung to his chest muscles and a flannel shirt on top that was unbuttoned. The sleeves were pulled up revealing thick forearms corded with muscle. He wore tight, faded blue jeans and square-toed cowboy boots. Brenner was 99% sure the man drove a truck or owned a horse. The man gave Brenner eye contact when he took a sip of his beer. He didn’t smile or smirk. He just held the gaze with a menacing look on his serious face. The man’s eyes flitted up and down Brenner’s jacked body. Brenner nodded to him. The man nodded once and took another drink.

Ryan scanned the group of older men. He was impressed at how Mitch knew so many attractive older men who had nice bodies. He saw a couple of wedding rings and Mitch told them some of the attendees were married to women. Ryan liked having his pick although by the end of the night, he knew he would have sex with all of them. A man caught his eye as well. He was an athletically built man, very handsome with short dark hair that seemed to be starting to recede. Ryan guessed him to be early 30s. He was wearing an Underarmour polo that fit snug on his biceps and chest. He wore a pair of form fitting golf pants and a nice pair of athletic causal shoes. The man screamed jock or ex jock or football coach or something. All Ryan knew was that the man reminded him of his high school football coach. Ryan smirked at him, and he winked back.

“I think I have spotted my first pussy splitter for the night,” Brenner said to his buddy.

“Me too,” replied Ryan as he nodded to his coach lookalike. “But don’t worry,” he said to the other four. “You’ll all get your chance. Remember, lady’s choice.”

Brenner let go of Ryan’s hand. Ryan gestured with a curled finger for the coach to approach him. The man put down his drink and gave his fellow partiers a cocky smirk. “Sorry boys, the ladies love me.”

Ryan waited at the door of the room. The man approached and gallantly took Ryan’s hand. “Hello, Coach,” Ryan said to him with a sexy bite of his bottom lip.

“Well, hello, sweetheart,” he replied as he wasted no time wrapping his arms around the kid and feeling the hard body. He grabbed a handful of muscle ass and growled, “Fucking fat muscle pussy.”

“Yeah, you like that fat ass. Let’s go into the bedroom and you can load me up.”

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Lead the way.”

 

 

Brenner stood and watched his man at the fireplace. The man didn’t move, just continued to drink and stare. Usually, dudes swarmed to Brenner, so he was confused as to why this man wasn’t. Fine. I’ll go. And he approached the man at the fireplace.

“Hey,” Brenner said confidently and almost too manly, overcompensating.

The man took a drink again from his bottle. “Hey,” was all he said,.

Brenner waited for more, but all was quiet with lots of intense staring. “Lady’s choice,” he said. “I choose you,” he said with confidence again.

The man sneered. “Yeah, I got that. What makes you think I want you?” he muttered which made Brenner flinch.

Brenner frowned. “Bro, you’re here. What did you come here for? What, would you rather have my buddy?”

The man scoffed. “No. I don’t want him,” he said sternly.

“Ok...” said Brenner confused. The man was quiet, but his eyes roamed over the fem boy’s body.

“You play ball?” the man finally asked.

Brenner raised an eyebrow. “Yeah,” he replied nervously. He wondered if the man recognized him.  Brenner took in the man’s ruggedly handsome features. He looked like a cross between a fashion model and a redneck cowboy. Both were sexy. “I don’t know what that has to do with anything.”

The man snickered. “You play football, and you dress like this?” he asked condescendingly. “Tell me why.”

Instantly, Brenner felt humiliated at the question. He looked around and then back at the handsome man. “Why? I like it.”

“Why?”

Brenner shrugged his shoulders. “I like the way it makes me feel.”

“And how does it make you feel?”

“Sexy.”

“Slutty?”

Brenner thought for a second. Of course, it did but he had never admitted it to another man unless it was during sex. “Yeah. Sexy and slutty.”

“Like a whore,” the man stated.

Brenner raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Like a whore. I mean, you did pay to be here. Where do you think that money’s going?”

“I know what I paid for,” he said straight forward. “You’re a big boy. Solid, nice ass. I bet you can take a pounding.”

Brenner smirked. “No complaints yet.”

“Huh,” the man snickered again. “Big fucking football player,” he muttered. “Dressing up in whore lingerie for dick.”

Brenner was starting to get mad. What was this guy’s problem. “That’s the point of this party, bro.”

“Yeah, I know,” the man said. “I just didn’t think you were for real when Mitch told me about you.”

“You didn’t think I was a football player or that I was a sissy?” asked Brenner seriously.

“The answer is football player. Definitely, football player. Never seen a sissy who was actually a ball player. I played ball in college. Never met someone like you.”

“Ok, well, here I am. Do you have a problem with me being a football player and being a sissy?”

“Nope, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t a fucking faggot who pretends to be a jock. Lots of you boys do that. You all are jacked but few can pass for straight.”

“Ok, so?”

“So, you’re the real deal. I already knew that. Just wanted to see what you’d say if I challenged you. I googled you before I came.”

Brenner looked perturbed. “Mitch told you who I was?”

“Not exactly, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. You’ve got good stats. You could go pro.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Pro football player fem boy. Now that’s a unique situation. Better hope no one finds out.”

Brenner smiled but was suspicious. He also liked the man’s alpha, no bullshit vibe. “Glad I chose you.”

“You didn’t choose me,” the man said with a smirk. “I chose you.”

Brenner snickered. “How is that?”

“The second your faggot sissy ass walked into the room I chose you. Fuck these other guys,” he said nonchalantly. “So for you to think you chose me, well, that’s fucking adorable, princess.”

Brenner was taken aback at how confident and alpha this man was. To be degraded but yet complimented at the same time was something that had never happened to Brenner. This was a man’s man. This was a man who knew how to treat a man like a lady.

“Huh,” Brenner grunted. “So, do you want me or not?”

“A huge, jacked up, hot as fuck football player with a deep voice who has a hungry pussy and knows she’s a fucking sissy cunt... and I can have a beer with him in public and no one would suspect.... fuck yeah, I want you.”

Brenner swallowed hard. Fuck, this guy knows me to the fucking core. Who the fuck is this guy?

“Ok, that took a while to figure out,” Brenner said sarcastically. “Follow me to the bedroom?”  Brenner asked holding out his big hand. “Unless you want to fuck me right here.” He was being half serious.

The man took his hand and clasped it hard. “No, princess. You follow me,” he said as he gave a yank on Brenner’s arm and pulled him out of the room.

They walked past a grinning Mitch. “What did i tell you, Gage?” Finally, Brenner knew the man’s name.

Gage gave him a fist bump. “Shouldn’t have doubted you.” He started to pull Brenner away and then stopped. “Oh, and Mitch, don’t expect to see this bitch for the rest of the night.”

Mitch flinched. “Ok, but the other guys are going to be pissed.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Refund those fuckers. I’ll pay for all of them.”

Mitch nodded. “Ok, deal.”

“Come on, princess,” Gage said as he pulled Brenner down the hall with Brenner trying to keep up in his high heels.

“Dude, hold up. I can’t walk that fast in these things.”

Gage stopped and gave him an annoyed look before reaching down, grabbing Brenner around the waist and hoisting him up and over Gage’s shoulder.

“Whoa!” Brenner yelped. “Fuck yeah!”

Gage slapped him on the ass. “Carry my girl over the threshold.”

 

 

Ryan never found out the coach’s name, so he just kept calling him that. Coach wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist. He grabbed two handfuls of ass and lifted the football player. Ryan wrapped his heeled feet around Coach’s waist, and they made out. Coach held up the jacked-up athlete and walked him around the room and over to the bed where he laid Ryan down onto his back.

He lifted Ryan’s legs and pushed forward. “God, what a fucking beautiful pussy,” Coach said before diving down between Ryan’s cheeks. Coach moved the panties to the side and stuck his tongue into the waiting hole.

Ryan arched his back and moaned. “Fuck yeah, Coach! FUCK, eat my pussy!” The coach slapped him on his upturned ass as he continued to feast on his hole. Ryan had been eaten out before, but this guy was a pro. Ryan moaned and groaned. He wrapped his arms around each of his legs and spread them wide, the spikes of his heels pointing to the ceiling. Wearing the corset and being folded made it hard to breath but he liked the way he was being taken by the muscular man.

Coach’s face came up and he looked at Ryan. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re pussy is so fucking delicious.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Ryan said breathlessly.

“Fuck. You sure you’re a ball player?” the Coach asked with a grin.

Ryan grinned back. “Yeah, bro. Running back. Best you ever saw.”

“Fuck yes!” the man exclaimed. “Fucking stacked football fem boy. You’re fucking beautiful.”

Ryan broke character again and lifted his fist. Coach fist bumped him. “Fuck yeah, Coach. You like your players jacked up and fem?”

The coach nodded. “Hard to find. Especially when they look like you and your girlfriend.”

“We like men like you. You’re hard to find.”

“You’re so fucking sexy. I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart,” he said as he sat up and undid his pants. He pushed them down revealing a beautiful, thick cock.

“Fuck yes, Coach. Get inside this pussy.” Ryan spread his legs wide and grabbed his own ankles. “Put it in, Coach. Put it in my football pussy.”

The coach fisted his cock, put the head to Ryan’s hole and slid inside the pre-lubed hole. Ryan was smart enough to also loosen himself up before going downstairs earlier. Sometimes these guys were relentless when they penetrated. He wanted to be ready.

“Fuuuuck yes, Coach. Cram my pussy,” Ryan cooed, his eyes closed, his mouth open.

Coach threw his head back as he sank in. “Oh my god, sweetheart! Such a tight, warm pussy.”

“Don’t stop. Go all the way in.”

“Fuck. I love your cunt.”

Ryan spread his legs farther out. He was very flexible for his size. He visualized watching the scene from behind, his stacked body and powerful legs in the air while the gorgeous man’s has flexed with every thrust.

“God damn, bro,” Ryan grunted. “Big DILF dick.”

“Your pussy is to much better than my wife’s,” Coach told him with a serious face.

Ryan liked it when he was compared to a dude’s wife. And he knew the other men usually loved doing it. “I’m your fucking wife tonight, Coach. I’ll have your fucking babies.”

Coach’s eyes closed and he had a look of ecstasy on his face. “Fuck, yes. You know just what to say.”

“I know what I’m doing. Keep fucking me. Knock me up.”

 

 

Gage tossed Brenner down onto the bed. Brenner was in awe of Gage’s strength as the football player outweighed the man by at least 15-20 pounds.

“Bro! Do you know how much I weigh?” Brenner asked in surprise.

Gage peeled off his shirt revealing a tan, ripped torso with a light dusting of hair on his chest, and a deep six-pack. “Two-ten.”

“Two-fifteen,” Brenner corrected him.

“Is that all?” Gage replied a little too cocky.

“Is that all? Bro, I’m 5% body fat. It’s all muscle. How much do you weigh.”

“One-ninety, princes. More or less. I may not be as big as you, but I guarantee you, I’m just as strong.”

That gave Brenner a twitch in his stomach. That turned him on. A man with smaller musculature being able to toss him around like he weighed nothing.

“Damn,” Brenner mumbled. “Hot.”

Gage kicked off his boots and pushed down his tight jeans. Brenner’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Gage’s cock. It was thick like a Red Bull can. And it had to be at least 9 inches long. It flopped up to full mast and Brenner’s hole buzzed. It was the biggest he’d ever seen.

“Bro, that looks like a Louisville Slugger. I don’t know if I can take that,” Brenner said nervously.

Gage took Brenner’s hand and pulled him to the side of the bed until Brenner was sitting, his heels on the floor. “You can take it. You’re a big girl. We’ll just need to stretch out your pussy.”

Brenner scoffed. “No, bro. That would be like shoving a beer can up my ass.”

“It’s not going in your ass, princess. It’s going in your pussy.”

Brenner gave him a frightened look. “No, seriously, bro.”

Gage was fisting the huge cock, skimming it back and forth. He grabbed a handful of Brenner’s hair and squeezed. “Seriously,” Gage snarled. “It’s going in your fucking pussy.” Then he yanked Brenner’s head forward with one hand, his other hand jammed his cock into the boy’s mouth. “Be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock.”

Brenner had been treated rough before, but this was crazy. Gage took control and fucked Brenner’s face. Gage took no prisoners as he jammed the kid’s face back and forth on his cock. Brenner gaged and choked. He tried to open his throat and breathe through his nose as much as he could.

“Suck my cock, you fucking football faggot,” Gage growled as he face fucked Brenner.

One funny thing going through Brenner’s mind wasn’t that he was being mouth-raped, it was that Gage was messing up his hair and Brenner was mad because he had styled it perfectly.

“I want to see lipstick all over my cock!” Gage snarled. Brenner suddenly was upset now that his lipstick was probably messed up too.

“Oh god, it’s so fucking hot,” Brenner exclaimed, “Fucking jacked up football player getting lipstick on my cock. FUCKING FAGGOT!” he screamed out. Brenner knew he was about to cum but then Gage yanked his cock out of Brenner’s mouth.

“Fuck!” Gage yelled. “I’m not cumming in your faggot mouth. Get back on the bed.” Gage grabbed the big football player under the armpits and pushed him back onto the bed. “Spread your whore legs,” he said. Brenner did as he was told, and Gage immediately rubbed his fingers around the edge of the hole. He then put his own finger in his mouth, got it wet and returned it to Brenner’s hole and pushed in. Brenner dug his heels into the bed and raised his ass as he felt the big finger penetrate.

“AGHHHH! Oh my god,” Brenner screeched. “Bro! Slow!”

Gage ignored him. He began fucking his finger in and out. Brenner fisted the sheets, “Gage... slower.” Gage stuck a second finger in and resumed. “GAGE! Dude!” Brenner gasped.

“Shut the fuck up, fag boy,” Gage said, concentrating on Brenner’s hole.

Brenner was going to have to try and stay calm and breathe. He made squealing noises deep in his throat. When he felt Gage curl his fingers and snag his prostate, Brenner screamed out his pleasure.

“Good girl,” Gage whispered to him. “That’s my girl.”

“Fuuuuuck,” Brenner moaned. “My pussy...bro...”

“Your pussy, baby girl,” Gage cooed, “it’s so warm inside.”

“Finger me, daddy,” Brenner said. Surprised at himself for saying the word ‘daddy’ voluntarily.

“Good girl, baby.”

For a good ten minutes, Gage fingered Brenner with multiple fingers until he thought the kid was good and ready. He sat up, lifted Brenner’s powerful legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward. He looked Brenner straight in the eyes, a look of determination on his handsome face, never breaking the gaze he slowly slid down inside the football player’s ass. Brenner couldn’t believe how easy it was going in. It was so big, and Brenner felt so full. He swore he felt it in his gut.

Brenner grunted and then closed his eyes.

“Open,” Gage demanded.

Brenner opened and Gage was eye to eye, nose to nose. “I want to see your pretty eyes when I’m inside of you.” Brenner just nodded. “How does it feel?” he whispered.

“So good,” Brenner whispered back.

“Are you my slutty girl?” Gage asked him as he began to fuck slowly.

Brenner squirmed from the huge cock moving inside of him. “Yes, sir. I’m your slutty girl.”

“Are you my pussy princess pretending to be a big, strong football jock?”

“Yes, Sir,” Brenner nodded.

“I love big football player boys who like to cunt for me,” Gage said to him and then raised himself up into a push up position and slammed himself hard into Brenner’s hole.

Brenner gasped and screamed out. Gage did it again. Brenner put his hands on Gage’s muscular chest and pushed up. “STOP! BRO! STOP!”

“Not gonna happen, faggot,” Gage snapped and continued his slam-fuck.

Brenner struggled but he was also folded in half, his knees near his chest. “AGH! FUCKER!” he yelled out again, slapping his hands against Gage’s chest.

“You’re a big, tough, football player, princess. You can take it. You’ve taken harder. Mitch told me you have.”

“Your cock is fucking big!”

“And you’re pussy is sucking it right up.” Gage pulled back and resumed a more normal fuck. He wrapped his arms around Brenner’s stockinged thighs and hugged them together. He put both of the kid’s ankles on his right shoulder which slightly twisted Brenner’s torso. Brenner immediately felt relief from brutal slamming. This was better. This was more comfortable.

“Bro, that’s more like it,” Brenner said between grunts.

“Your pussy feel better now, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir.”

 

The coach fucked the sissy football player in every position there was. But they both had a favorite and that was bent over in front of the mirror, Ryan’s hands flat against he wall on either side, coach standing behind him and fucking him hard, loud slaps reverberating throughout the room. He watched himself, his ripped shoulders showing every cord of muscle, his thick neck flushed red, and that color was also in his face. His face was bright red, his teeth clenched, his hair sweaty. He looked up at the reflection and was in awe of the gorgeous athlete holding his waist with a tight grip, his muscles slick with sweat, fucking the kid with gusto. Ryan loved to watch himself get fucked. He loved looking at himself in general, but seeing a hot dude inside of him was the ultimate turn on.

For the second time, the coach came inside of the boy. Ryan reveled in the feeling of warm muscular cum in his gut. Muscle DNA was addictive for him. Sure, he could take cock like a pro but taking it from a fellow muscle head, that was different. Ryan couldn’t get enough of it.

Coach pulled out of Ryan and backed away, wiping his forehead off with his forearm. “God damn it, kid!” He exclaimed with a slap on Ryan’s hard ass. It was the first time that night the man referred to Ryan as a ‘bro.’ “That’s magic pussy.”

Ryan stumbled over to the bed and sat down. He winced as he did and said, “Bro, I think you wrecked my magic pussy.”

“Damn right I did. You are one fucking sexy, kinky motherfucker,” Coach said sitting in a chair trying to catch his breath. “It’s so fucking random that two dudes who look like you and your buddy are into this fem boy shit. It’s fucking hard to find dudes like you. I’ve dressed guys up before, but they didn’t get into it as much as you do.”

“Since we’re taking a break, I’ve got to ask you. Are you a real coach?” Ryan asked him.

The man sat there with a smirk but quiet for a few seconds. “High school football and wrestling.”

“I knew it! There’s no way a dude like you wasn’t a coach or something. You look like my high school football coach.”

“Oh yeah? I look like your old coach? Must be pretty hot,” he said teasing.

Ryan nodded. “Bro, you have no idea. Oh my god, he’s so fucking hot.”

“If you went to high school in this state, I might know him,” Coach said.

“I doubt it. It’s a small town out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Up north?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like me, huh?”

“So much.”

Coach grinned and asked, “It isn’t McKillip is it?”

Ryan’s face went white. His jaw dropped. “You know him?”

“Yeah. We played ball together in college. I heard he took a teaching job. I lost track.”

“Small fucking world.”

“What do you think he’d say if he saw you like this?” Coach asked him.

Ryan stopped and thought about it. “Don’t know. Probably hate it. He’s a hard ass. Alpha all the way.”

“Yeah? Would he call you a faggot? Say your were fucked up?”

Ryan shrugged. “Yeah, he probably would. I can’t imagine too many dudes like him would approve this. Well, besides you.”

“More for me then,” Coach said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t it be hot if he walked in right now, saw you on your back, those whore legs in the air, high heels, and you moaning like a little bitch while I plow your pussy?”

Ryan swallowed hard. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I’d love that shit.”

“Did he fuck you back then?”

“Oh hell yeah. I was his fuck boy senior year,” Ryan said proudly. “He took my cherry.”

“He always was a fucking perv,” Coach laughed. “You take it like a good boy?” he asked, his voice becoming low and sultry. He moved from the chair to the bed and sat down next to the sissy stud.

“Yes, Sir. I was a good boy.”

“Now, you take it like good girl, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m a good girl.”

Coach kissed him while running his hand up Ryan’s corset to his nipples that poked out over the top of it. Coach tweaked them. “Fucking sexy girl.”

“Are you going to fuck me again, Coach?”

“Of course, I am, sweetheart. I don’t think we’ve conceived yet.”

 

Brenner could feel cum dribbling out of his hole every time Gage pulled out.

“How’s your pussy, princess?” Gage asked him in a sexy low tone.

Brenner smiled up at him. “Filled.”

“Good girl. I’ll let you rest up. I’m not done with you yet.”

Brenner was surprised. “Again?”

“Again. You have a problem?” Gage asked him irritated.

“I’ve never gone this long with one guy is all. It’s been a few hours. My pussy is wrecked.”

“You need to get used to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“.I plan on seeing you a lot.”

“You do?”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight. It took me years to find a dude like you. You never let someone like you go.”

Brenner didn’t quite know what to say. He just let Gage have his way. Besides, Gage was the best fuck of his life. Why not keep hooking up with him?

They fucked for the rest of the night until Brenner fell asleep in Gage’s muscular arms.

The next morning, the two friends showered and changed into regular clothes. They emerged from their rooms looking completely different than they did last night, jeans, t-shirts and ball caps were the attire for the day.

One of the men who stayed the night after the party gave them a whistle. “Holy fuck, look at you two. Who the fuck would believe YOU two were a couple of slut fem boys?”

Gage walked around the corner and saw Brenner. “Look at you,” he said approvingly. “My big stud football player looking all butch and shit.”

“This is how we usually look,” Brenner said.

“It’s hot as fuck, princess.”

Ryan laughed at him and said, “Come on, princess. We have to get going.”

They left Mitch’s house. Brenner had Gage’s digits and Ryan had a few from the other men. They got in Brenner’s jeep and headed back to their apartment near campus.

“How was he?” Ryan asked him.

Brenner smiled. “Really fucking good, bro. Really fucking good.”

“Me too. So, did he just plow your pussy all night?”

“Yeah. All night. He’s intense. He was rough most of the time, but then he made love to me at the end.”

Ryan nodded. “Yeah I got that a couple times last night.”

“Did you fuck all of those dudes?”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Ryan replied with utter confidence. “Bro, my pussy is so sore.”

“It should be. Jesus Christ, bro. You fucking put out,” Brenner said with a fist bump to his buddy.

“I do my best,” Ryan said with a grin. “So, that Gage guy gave you his digits?”

“Yeah. Wants to hook up tomorrow night. He wants to be a regular fuck.”

“You good with that?”

“For now. I mean, why not. He’s cocky, arrogant, aggressive. What more do I want?”

“Score, bro.”

“Shit. I forgot the gym bag,” Brenner said pounding his palm against the steering wheel.