Kept

Aaron entered and looked around. He saw Matt sitting naked on the bed. “Fuck! You’re so fucking hot.” He made his way to the bed.

Matt looked up at him and then to John. He was speechless but turned on. He still couldn’t believe John as making him do this. Aaron pulled his tight polo off revealing a smooth, cut torso. Matt gasped at the beautiful man.

“Fuck,” Matt said quietly.

“Aaron,” John said. “It’s a special day for my fuck-boy. You’re going to fuck him while I watch.”

Aaron grinned. “Really, Mr. Matthews? Fuck, yeah!” He wasted no time opening his dress pants. “Suck my cock, fuck-boy.”

Matt looked at the long hard cock. It wasn’t as thick as John’s, but it was still big. Matt looked at John for approval. John nodded his head. That made John happy when Matt asked for his approval.

“You heard the man, fuck-boy. Suck his dick.” John commanded.

Matt literally leapt forward off the bed and sank his mouth on the cock.

Aaron watched the hunky wrestler swallow his cock whole. “Oh, fuck yeah! Suck my fucking cock, you hot bitch.”

John took a seat on a chair in the corner to settle in and watch the fuck. Matt deep-throated the muscle cock while he played with Aaron’s balls.

Aaron clamped his hands on the sides of Matt’s head and started to face-fuck the athlete. Matt gagged a few times which only spurred Aaron on to go harder.

“Swallow that cock you fucking whore. Fucking muscle whore,” Aaron taunted the boy. He turned to John and said, “He’s a fucking pro, Mr. Matthews.”

“I know,” John replied. “One of the best.”

“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in the lobby,” Aaron growled. “I don’t usually go for hookers, but your sweet muscle ass is begging for cock.”

Matt mumbled around the cock in his mouth.

Aaron looked to John with a grin. “He’s a whore, isn’t he? Gay-for-pay?”

John smiled. He liked the idea that another man thought Matt would have sex for money. He also liked that Aaron thought Matt was straight.

“Yes. I pay top dollar for my whores. Right, Matt? You’re the best they had.”

Matt listened but didn’t respond. He loved the cock he was sucking on too much to care.

“I knew you were a real whore. You come in here a few times a month. Look at you. It’s no wonder. You look like a frat-boy. What dude wouldn’t want your ass?”

Aaron pulled his cock out, bent down. “Open that pretty mouth,” he said to Matt. Matt opened wide and Aaron spit into it.

“Turn around. Get on your knees,” John said. “You favorite position.”

Matt jumped up and spun around and got on his knees. Aaron stepped up behind him and sank his cock into Matt’s hole.

Matt threw his head back and moaned. “Fuuuuuck!”

Aaron threw his head back too. “Fucking Christ! This ass is so fucking tight.”

Matt looked up at John sitting in the chair. “Fuck, dude,” he said to John. “He’s fucking your boy.”

John nodded; his cock almost hurt because the scene was so hot. His fuck-boy was getting boned by a very hot man. His property was being used because John wanted it to happen. He loved every dirty second of it too.

“Aaron, fuck him hard,” John said to Aaron. “I paid good money for that hole.”

Aaron looked up at John and grinned with excitement. “Fuck yeah!” he said as he reached forward, latched onto Matt’s thick shoulders, and slammed into the wrestler’s ass. Matt lurched forward with a lout grunt.

“Shit!” Matt croaked. He continued to utter the word ‘shit’ over and over with every smack into his ass that Aaron made.

“That’s it, fuck-boy,” John said. “Take that cock, whore. You know how to do it,” stroking his cock from the chair.

Matt looked up and locked eyes with John, Matt’s head flopping up and down, grunts and ‘ahs’ spewing from his open mouth. Matt saw the gorgeous, masculine alpha man sitting in the chair, his huge cock fully erect, the married man stroking, his chest rising and falling. Matt saw the hunger and the satisfaction in John’s eyes and realized this is what John wanted. He was doing what John wanted and it made Matt feel warm and happy inside. Matt wanted to please his man, make him proud. He wanted to prove his loyalty to John. He was getting fucked by another man, used for someone else’s pleasure and he loved it.

Aaron stood up and took Matt around the waist and jackhammered the muscular ass. Matt’s eyes bulged; his jaw dropped leaving his mouth gaping open. He still held steady, taking the rough fuck from the hot, muscular man behind him.

Matt looked again at John. “He’s fucking your boy.” Matt’s voice was strained, interspersed with grunts. “Do you like it?” Matt asked. “Do you like watching another man fuck your boy?”

John stood up, stroking his cock, wet with pre-cum. “I do love seeing you get your pussy pounded by another man. Do you like making your man happy?”

“Uh huh,” Matt mumbled. “Anything you want.”

“Good boy,” John said, slapping his cock against Matt’s face. “Suck your man’s cock while Aaron fucks your whore ass.” He pressed his cock into Matt’s mouth.

Matt sucked it down like a hungry child. He had never dreamed being spit-roasted would be this good. He had a beautiful stud fucking his ass and another gorgeous married stud fucking his mouth.

“Oh, shit!” said Aaron, marveling at the hot scene before him. Seeing the masculine jock stud taking cock at both ends was more than he could handle.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Aaron said in rapid succession. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!” He groaned as he ejected his ball-cum into the wrestler’s ass.

John tensed and then did the same. Matt swallowed every drop. He loved the idea of two cocks at one time. He wanted more. He wanted to whore out for more men.

Aaron leaned forward, wrapped his big arm around Matt’s throat and pulled him back, turned Matt’s head and made out with him. John thought it was so sexy. Aaron finally released him and shoved Matt face first into the mattress.

“Great fuck,” he said with a slap on Matt’s ass. He pulled his pants up, buckled the belt, and caught his breath.

“Thanks for your ‘help,’ Aaron,” John said. To make the whole situation even more humiliating for Matt, John opened his wallet, retrieved a one-hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to Aaron. “A little tip for all your hard work.”

Aaron took the bill in shock. “Holy shit. You’re paying ME to have sex with your whore? Fuck yeah, Mr. Matthews. Please let me know if you need anymore help in the future.”

“Or course,” John said as he opened the door for him. “Take care.” Aaron left with a huge smile on his face.

Matt flipped over on his back, panting, and swearing. “Fuck. That was intense.”

“Now do you see?” John asked. “I let a complete stranger come in here, fuck you and breed you, and you did NOTHING to stop it, all because you thought it would make me happy.”

Matt nodded his head in deep contemplation. He did do what John said he did. He wanted to make John proud, and he did.

“Why did you tell him I was a prostitute?” Matt asked.

John shrugged. “Because it turned him on. I liked seeing him use you because he thought you were a whore.”

“Normally, I would say that’s fucked up, but it was also way hot,” Matt smiled his bright white smile. “Gay for pay,” he said with a laugh.

John smiled and said, “Now, go take another shower. I don’t want to smell the stink of another man on my boy.”

Matt stood and wobbled to the bathroom. He turned on the water and closed the shower door.

“And get his jizz out of your ass!” came a yell from outside the bathroom. “I want it clean.”

“Ok,” Matt called out.

The rest of the night was non-stop fucking. No love making, just man-on-man fucking. There was a short nap, John falling asleep still inside of Matt. Eventually, in the middle of the night, Matt was awaken to John’s cock fucking him awake.

In the morning, Matt woke to hear the shower going. He looked at his phone and saw he had an hour before he had to be in class. He again, realized he only had his workout uniform with him. He got out of bed, stretched, and picked up the clothing. He stepped into his jockstrap, pulled it up and then stepped into the spandex singlet and slid it up his muscular quads and over his bulbous ass. He pulled the straps up over his shoulders. He then pulled the tight t-shirt on. He sat down to put on his wrestling shoes when John came out of the shower.

‘Leaving?” John asked while drying his hair.

Matt stopped. “Is that ok?”

“That depends. Do you have some place to be?” John asked.

“Yes. I have class in an hour. I need to go home and change.” Matt stood up in all his muscled glory. The tight clothing vacuum packed to him.

John stood and watched him and shook his head. “God damn it, boy. You are a fucking specimen.”

It was all John could do to not throw the boy against the wall, rip off his clothes and fuck him again. He had every gay man’s fantasy standing before him; a college jock, dressed in his sports uniform, jacked and masculine, and John had just fucked him all night. He wished he could brag about it, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. John couldn’t stop looking at him. The boy had everything John ever wanted in a boy. Matt was so damn handsome.

Matt grinned. “I know,” he said with a cocky smirk.

John rolled eyes at the obvious narcissistic comment from the boy. “Come here,” John said to him.

Matt stepped up to the man. John brought him in for a kiss. John hadn’t wanted to make kissing a regular habit but right now, seeing Matt in his uniform, he couldn’t help himself. John felt the urge to hold on tight to Matt, never let him go. Never let him out of his sight. He wanted to make Matt see that he could have everything John had to offer, but under John’s terms.

John had a sudden surge of affection. He cupped his hands around Matt’s square jaw and pulled back. Quietly, he said, “Matt, you’re my boy.”

Matt stared into the man’s eyes and replied, “Yeah, I’m your fuck-boy”

“No. My BOY,” John reiterated.

Matt studied his face, confused.  “Yeah, Yeah, I’m your boy.”

“Good boy. I’ll see you in a couple weeks?” John said.

Matt nodded his head. “Um, yeah.” He felt a little discombobulated by the sudden affection. “Yeah, of course. Just text me.”

“I will, Matt.”

Matt started to open the door when John said, “Hey, Matt.”

Matt stopped and turned.

“You did good last night. With Aaron. With everything. I’m proud of you.”

Matt nodded. “Thank You, John.” His heart was warm, a sudden burst of happiness knowing John was so proud of him.

Then Matt shut the door, made the walk-of-shame to his car, and went back home to shower and change for class.

John watched Matt from the window as the kid walked to his car. He watched the athlete’s bubble butt bounce up and down as he walked. He was a true stud in every sense of the word.

John’s phone rang. It was his wife.

“Hey, honey.”

“Archer, when do you think you’ll be back?” his wife asked.

“This afternoon.” She didn’t know he was only about thirty-minutes away by car. He lied to her every time he went off to hook up with Matt. She never knew the difference.

“Good. I need you to pick up Brooklyn at school at three o’clock.”

He sighed. Back to the grind, he thought. “Ok, three o’clock.”

“How is your trip?” she asked pleasantly.

He smiled. “It was hard work, but I got it done,” he said with a gleam in his eyes as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“I knew you would. I can’t wait to see my handsome husband,” she flirted.

He frowned but tried to sound genuine. “I’ll see you later, beautiful.”

He ended the call. Looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing only his tight boxer briefs. He took in his sculpted body, ripped abs, and pumped chest. He recalled fucking Matt in the mirror, remembered what he looked like behind Matt, his muscles flush and flexing while the gorgeous wrestler looked back at him in the reflection. John wanted more of that. He wanted Matt. He wanted Matt the way HE wanted Matt. Not this arrogant, defiant jock prick. John’s marriage was a sham, and he was getting sick of playing the trophy husband. That’s what he was to his wife; an exceedingly handsome man with a hot body, a square jaw, and a mind to make money. John looked the part, and his father-in-law loved him like his own son. It was the perfect life, for a straight man.

But John wanted his own trophy boy. He wanted Matt as his trophy boy. He wanted to show him off, make everyone jealous. Take care of him and make love to him for real but Matt had to be genuinely in love with John before that could happen. Frankly, John didn’t think it could actually happen, but no worries. John had a small stable of fuck boys stashed all around the city and the country. He may be able to find one yet.