Derek
I could hear multiple voices from the other room as I was sequestered away in the bedroom, naked and nervous. I could here deep voices and laughter emanating from the hallway. I’m sure my new guests joked about what was about to happen.
I had been through this before with Jason and Dalton and there have been a few other 3-ways that Derek set up in the last few months since Dalton first fucked me. A few trysts here and there who Jason either found online or we found together at a club. Jason really liked to watch me get railed so it wasn’t so much a 3-way as it was a 2-way with a voyeur. Sometimes it was humiliating which Jason loved to see. But no matter how I felt, Jason always got off on it and all I cared about was making him happy. If Jason liked it, so did I. Besides, the guy he picked was always hot and sometimes he was married on the DL. I don’t know why but Jason has a thing for married guys. He says there are no strings attached and they are usually more masculine than a trick from a gay bar. Doesn’t matter. They are always hot as fuck. Luckily, we have the same tastes.
I reached over to the bedside drawer and took out a fresh bottle of poppers. If what I think was about to happen did happened, I was going to need them. I also pulled out another bottle of lube and set it beside me on the bed. I lay on my back with my knees up waiting for the inevitable to happen. I felt sexy knowing these guys were going to be turned on by using me. I had shaved my body in the shower. I was smooth as silk and the definition in my legs was incredible. I reached down and caressed my thighs and inched down to my rock-hard ass. My hole was freshly shaved, and I could feel the coolness in the air make my hole pucker.
I reached down and I couldn’t help myself as my fingers found my hole and I slowly pushed in a digit and then two. I was so tight yet slick with Dalton’s last load, so my fingers went in easily. It was still a snug fit. I got three fingers in, and I started to pump them in and out of my muscle hole with slow, long strokes. It felt so good. I can only imagine what it looked like for a guy my size finger-banging himself like a slut that was about to be overrun with cock. I was going at it full-throttle when the door opened. Dalton had his buddies in tow, and I was caught red-handed. No pun intended.
Dalton laughed out loud. “Bro, seriously? You couldn’t even wait? Slut.”
A tall, blonde-haired guy with a backward ball cap on and a t-shirt two sizes two small moved past Jason and took a step towards the bed. I took out my fingers, put my legs down and sat up.
The guy stopped and his jaw gaped. “Dalton, bro!” the new guy said excitedly and in awe. He was really attractive, looked to be younger, college age. He looked like he played football by his build. The ball cap was sexy as it gave him a frat boy, jock vibe. His body was jacked. “YOU fuck HIM?” he asked obviously questioning the contrast between our body sizes and sexual roles.
“Yep. Mine for the week,” Dalton replied, way too cocky.
Another guy followed and peered over Dalton’s shoulder. He was a light skinned black guy in a tank top that showed off is immense biceps. “What? No way, bro. Look at the size of him. Shouldn’t he be fucking you?” he laughed. He looked at me. “You ain’t no fag. You bi? Married?” he asked me.
I looked at Dalton and then responded. “No, I’m gay. I mean I dated women in college but I’m only into dudes.”
Dalton looked at me with intense eyes. “Gay? What are you?” he questioned me but really wanted to humiliate me.
I quietly repeated that I was gay.
“Wrong,” he corrected me. “What are you? You know the answer.”
I remembered now what he called me. I looked down and then in a quiet, almost whisper I said, “Bitch.”
“A what? I can’t hear you,” Dalton scolded as he cupped his hand around his ear.
I decided that I couldn’t deny what I was, and I should just own it. It was obvious to these guys what I was, and it did no good to deny it. I was getting off knowing these guys would only get hornier by hearing a guy who looks like me admitting to what I am to them. I sat up straight, looked up and with a defiant expression, I looked at the black guy and said again, louder, “I’m his bitch.” There, I had admitted it to total strangers. There was no other place to go from here but to full-on slut. What the hell. “Bro, I’m so tight, I’ll break your dick off inside my pussy.” Dalton beamed with Pride. “So, who the fuck is first?”
The two newcomers looked stunned and were silent for a second before turning to each other, fist-bumped, and told Dalton what a stud he was for finding a guy like me.
Dalton smiled at me like a proud dad. “Good girl,” he said, demeaning me. He knew I hated it when he called me a girl. It was the only reason he ever did it. “Well, you heard the bitch. Let’s fuck.”
I sat back and lifted my sculpted legs into the air spreading them wide as I could. Peering between them I asked them again, “Who’s first?”
The two jocks started to undress. Dalton called into the other room. “Rod! Get in here, dude.”
In walked a dude that looked like he was carved from rock. He took my breath away. Tattoos covered his tan arms. He was half Asian with thick, jet-black hair and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. His body was no joke. His clothes were way too tight, and he was hot as fuck! He was shorter, around 5’10 to my 6’4.
“Fuck off, dude. I was taking a piss...” He froze in place when he saw me. “Whoa! What the fuck is this shit? Where the fuck did this bitch come from?” He stared at me like he had never seen a man before. He looked hypnotized. It was a strange reaction I’d never seen before.
Dalton gave him a smug look. “He’s Jason’s bitch.”
Rod thought for a second. “Little Jason? Short, fucking built, and hot as fuck Jason from the gym?”
“The one and only. I’m babysitting his bitch while he’s out of town.”
“Sweet.” Rod smirked at me and then asked, “Jason won’t get pissed if we all wreck him?”
“Naw,” Dalton said waving it off. “Who gives a shit?” he shrugged. “He’s mine for one week. If I want to whore him out to my best bud and his boys than that’s what I’m going to do. I already loosened him up for you, bro.”
Rod walked over and got on the bed. He reached over and ran his hand down my hamstring to my ass and squeezed. “Fucking smooth,” he said. He looked at Dalton and said, “Before anyone goes in, bro, I need to eat that pussy.”
Dalton pointed at the black guy, “Chris, you hold up his right leg, Troy you hold up the other while Rod eats some pussy.” Well at least now I know their names. Chris was the black guy, Troy was the white guy, and Rod was the stud with exotic, sexy as fuck, good looks.
“Do it, Rod. Make it quick man. The boys are waiting.” Dalton said nodding at the two studs approaching from either side of me.
Rod dived in headfirst and slurped away at my hole. I could feel the rough of his stubble of his chin as his tongue drilled into my ass. I could feel him sucking on my hole and his warm breath. I moaned out loud and squeezed my hole close and opened it again.
Rod came up and looked at me. “Fuck this pussy is tight! You’re gonna make me give up women,” Rod said. Then he shook his head. “What am I saying,” he chuckled. “I love pussy too much.”
“I dunno, bro. You also like muscle pussy too much, bro. I know you too well,” laughed Dalton.
Rod stopped rimming and looked back. “You’re right. I do love to eat out a hot dude’s pussy.” He looked at me. “You are so fucking beautiful, bro,” he said seductively. The he smacked me on the ass and said, “Come on, bros, someone get inside this bitch,” Rod ordered.
Troy wasted no time getting between my legs, aimed his bone at my hole and slowly pushed in up to the hilt.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So fuckin good,” I moaned.
“Mmmm, fuck yeah,” Troy moaned with his eyes closed, taking in the tightness around his cock. “Bro, you’re so tight. Makes me want to nut inside you so hard, baby.”
All I could do was continue to moan. I reached down and took a hit of poppers. I let the rush fill my head and now I was ready to rock. I wanted it harder. “Come on, bro, stop teasing me. I’m the bitch here, not you. Pound me out!” I growled.
Troy’s eyes got stern. “You calling me a bitch? Fuck you, pussy faggot! You want your pussy pregnant. Fuck yeah!”
He began to really just start pounding hard. The force of his fuck slowly pushed me back a few inches each time until my head was touching the headboard.
Rod had moved up to my head, turned my head to face him and I ate his cock. I was getting fucked from both ends and it was exhilarating.
There was a lot of high fiving and fist bumping going on above my head. Lots of fuck talk and it was degrading, all directed towards me. I loved it.
“Switch,” said Dalton.
Troy looked at him annoyed. “Naw, bro. I’m not done with his pussy.”
“You’ll get more chances, stud,” said Dalton. “I want to see Rod fuck him.”
Troy pulled out and switched places with Rod. “Your turn bro. You’re gonna love this cunt, dude. You won’t want to go back to women again after having this golden pussy.”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I could use a regular DL pussy like this.” Rod entered me with a jolt, not as slow as Troy had. His girth was twice that of Troy’s. It brought tears to my eyes as I sucked on Dalton’s cock like a baby bottle.
“Here babe, take your medicine,” Dalton said as he opened the poppers and eased them down under my nose. I took a huge whiff and once again the rush hit me hard and I wanted fucked. I wanted fucked hard and that’s what I told Rod to do.
“Fuck!” I yelled out. I put my hands on Rod’s hard chest. “Don’t waste space in my pussy. Fill it the fuck up!”
“Don’t worry. You’re getting fucked.” He looked down at me and shook his head in disbelief. “You’re so hot, dude,” he said as he rubbed my chest while he plowed my ass.
Rod shook his head and thought, “Damn, I can not believe how beautiful this guy is. I can’t believe he’s a fucking bottom. Shit, looking at him almost makes me question my sexuality.”
Chris and Troy were laughing and whispering fuck talk to Rod as he was fucking me within an inch of my life. I took both my hands and grabbed onto both of their cocks and started jacking them off while getting spit roasted.
“Oh fuck that feels good,” cooed Troy.
Rod put my legs up onto his shoulders and slowly leaned forward and down to my face. He began chewing on my ear and planting short kisses on my neck. “Good girl. Gonna get you pregnant. You want that? Want me to knock you up, baby?”
I spit out Dalton’s cock. Rod’s fuck talk was getting me so hot. “Fuck yes, motherfucker. Get me pregnant. Wanna have your baby.” I didn’t care how ridiculous the words coming out of my mouth were. I wanted this dude to do whatever he wanted to me and for as long as he wanted. I just wanted all four studs to breed me. I wanted to know there were four loads in my gut. The fact they were treating me like they would a female whore made me what it even more. They were truly being themselves, no pretending, no labels. They saw me as just another hole. They thought my hole was better than any female pussy and my narcissistic, insecure part of my brain held onto that and wanted more. I took another hit of poppers before going back to Dalton’s cock.
By now I looked up and watched Chris and Troy. They had their hands around each other’s shoulders. They were watching me get give up my holes, and then they looked at each other intensely. It was such a penetrating stare. Their eyes were locked on each other’s. I could see there was something else there, something they were afraid to act on. They inched closer, but, then stopped for a few seconds. But then Chris slowly reached out, put his hand behind Troy’s head and pulled him towards him. Troy resisted, looking at his buddy almost terrified. Chris pulled him forward again. This time Troy resisted but not as much. Chris frowned and looked at Troy with determination in his face.
“Troy,” said Chris, “I don’t care how gay this is, I got to do this.”
He pulled Troy’s face to his own and put his lips on him. “Dude.” Once again, Troy backed off looking confused. He looked at Chris and then to Rod who was also watching them while he fucked me.
Rod rolled his eyes and nodded to him. “Bro, why the fuck are you looking at me?. Jesus Christ, just kiss him. Get it out of your fucking systems.”
Both guys flinched at the comment. Troy looked back to Chris, pulled Chris’s head towards him, and stopped halfway. “Fucker, if you tell anyone about this and I mean anyone, I will fucking kill you.” He pulled Chris the rest of the way to him, and they started to make out like animals. They were ravaging each other’s mouths while their hands went crazy feeling up the other’s muscular, ripped bodies. White hands touching black skin, the contrast was beautiful. Troy’s hand reached down and replaced mine that was stroking Chris’s black cock.
Rod scoffed, “I knew you two fags were gay for each other,” laughed Rod. “Shit, I’m surprised you haven’t fucked by now.” If they heard him, they didn’t acknowledge it, they were too occupied with each other. They acted like they were finally indulging in something both had wanted for a long time.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, bro,” Chris said to Troy as they kissed. The sentence was muffled from trying to talk and kiss at the same time.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” replied Troy. “You have no idea.”
I was a real slut; I knew that now. Getting fucked at both ends while jacking off a dude; you can't get any sluttier than that. Well, maybe I can because Rod is about to cum. Rod reeled back taking my legs with him. He sat straight up on his knees and with a mighty roar he unleashed his sperm into my upturned ass.
"Take my fuck, you fucking slut! Oh My God, take my fuck!" His body tensed, his muscles flexed, his face turned red while sweat dripped off his body onto mine.
Breathing heavily, he released my legs and then fell on to me. He looked up at me and then laid his head back down and sighed. I could feel his chest heaving against mine. I heard him say, “We’re doing that again, baby. We’re doing that a lot.” I ran my hands along his muscled back. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then I combed my fingers through his thick, raven-black hair. Damn, he was so attractive. I was disappointed when he rolled off of me and sat up.
Dalton moved up to Rod, cupped his face, and placed his forehead against Rod's forehead. "You were fucking amazing as usual, Rod. Fucking beautiful. You're a fucking stud bro; you know that right?"
Rod put his arms around Dalton's neck. "Fuck yeah bro. You never disappoint hooking us up with hot pussy. You're the best gay buddy a straight dude could have.” He paused and gave him a devilish grin. “You do know that someday I’m gonna nut inside you. I ain’t even gay and I really want to,” he whispered.
"You think so, huh?” Dalton said with a smile.
“Oh I know so, pretty boy.” Their noses were touching. “It’s only a matter of time,” he whispered.
Dalton smirked. “I’ll say that you’re the ONLY dude who I would even consider it. But you may have to take me by force,” he said, his tone was devious and taunting. “If you can.”
Their heads tilted, their lips almost touching. “Pretty boy, I could be inside you before you even knew what hit you.”
“Promise?” Dalton whispered before they gently kissed. But just one kiss.
Rod broke away and slapped my quad. "Roll over cunt. It’s Chris’s turn now."
I rolled over onto my stomach. Chris mounted me and promptly began pumping my ass full of big black cock. He must have weighed 220-pounds of muscle because he was so heavy, and his thrusting made my bounce up and down on the bed. He kept telling me how tight I was, how hot my body was. He didn't last long, maybe five-minutes and then I felt his load rip though my gut.
Troy wasted no time tagging in again and entering me roughly through my puffy, red hole. Rod was laying at the foot of the bed with his head propped up on a pillow watching me get railed while Dalton lay next to him, resting his head on Rod's massive, smooth chest, both watching me, stroking, and egging Troy on with dirty, nasty, fuck talk.
“Look at the guy take cock,” Rod said to Dalton quietly under the moans and groans.
“Right?” Dalton said. “It just seems like it shouldn’t be happening, but it is.”
“He’s just fucking perfect.” Rod grazed his fingertips along Dalton’s chest. “Like, too perfect. His body is insane. His voice is so deep. Not your typical fag. It’s like watching Superman get fucked.”
Dalton chuckled. “Dude is a whore. Jason is one lucky fucker.”
“I can see Jason as an alpha. From what I’ve seen at the gym, he just moves like one.”
“Derek was an alpha from what I hear from Jason. He saw something in Derek that brought out his sub side. Derek is your typical golden boy. He played football, prom king, popular, and fucked a lot of pussy. He had shit just handed to him all his life. I think he needed to lose control. Once he did, he liked it. He liked it too much.”
Rod smiled. “And Jason whores him out. Bro, if I were with Jason, I wouldn’t let a dude like Derek out of my fucking sight, much less whore him out. I get jealous.”
“It works for them. I say good for them, as long as I get to benefit from it, which I do.”
Rod was silent for a minute. “I want Derek. I want him hard.”
Dalton looked up at Rod. “Thought you were straight?”
Rod shook his head. “For this dude, I’d go gay.”
Dalton laughed. “Right,” he said doubtfully.
“I’m not fucking kidding. I’d fucking marry him. He’s fucking perfect. He’s the type I would be with if I were a fag. I’d go gay for him.” He paused. “He’s fucking turning me, bro. He is fucking turning me.”
Dalton felt a tinge of jealousy bubble up. “Huh? Turning you? You just met him, and you already want to switch teams? You never thought about going gay for me?” Dalton always had a thing for Rod. They were friends but had never had sex as they were both tops. The next best thing was to have sex together with other dudes. The fact that Rod wanted to bone him did turn Dalton on. He wasn’t lying when he said Rod would be the only dude he would even consider bottoming for.
Rod kept staring at me getting fucked. “I want to fuck you; I don’t want to date you. We’re too similar,” he said to Dalton. “And you’re a top, and trying to control you would be like herding fucking cats. I have to be the one in control. You’re fucking hot and all, but Derek, he’s fucking special.” He paused. “God damn, we’d look so hot together.”
Dalton frowned because the two would look incredibly hot together. He scoffed. “Rude,” he mumbled.
Troy pulled out after about five minutes and spun me around onto my back again. He lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders and entered me again. He looked into my eyes as I felt his ass swing up and down, pummeling my ass. His boulder-like shoulders holding up my huge calves and his biceps flexing in tune with his chest muscles as he continued to ram in and out. Damn, he was a hot dude. But out of all the dudes using me right now, Rod was the hottest. His attitude, his alpha mentality, his straight boy vibes; it was so attractive to me. He reminded me of Jason.
I noticed Chris lingering behind Troy. He put his hand on Troy's back and began stroking his buddies muscular back and then slowly down to Troy's ass. I could tell Chris was mesmerized by the hard muscles of his best friend’s back. Troy was fucking me with gusto when all a sudden, he stopped.
"What..." was all he said.
Troy looked back and saw the top of Chris’s head and also felt Chris’s tongue on his hole. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “What the hell.” He closed his eyes and moaned.
I snickered. “Feels good, doesn’t it.”
Troy looked down and gave me the most confused look. He couldn’t decide if he liked it or felt violated. But then he let out a moan. “Fuuck, bro,” he said looking back.
Chris clamped his hands onto Troy’s glutes as he dug in farther with his tongue. It looked like he was trying to burrow his way in. Troy’s face was a mask of ecstasy and his eyes rolled back, and he moaned some more. I gave him a couple of gentle pats on the cheek. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.
“Is this what it feels like?” he asked in a whisper.
“Every single time, bro.”
“Jesus Christ,” he said.
“Eat him out, Chris. Eat that ass,” Rod said from the foot of the bed.
“Your boy is eating you out, dude,” I said like I was coaching Troy through it. “He’s eating you out like he does when he’s with a girl, bro. You never knew he could eat pussy like that, did you?”
“Fuck,” Troy hissed. “It feels so good. I never knew.”
I grinned. “Don’t worry. It gets better.”
Troy looked back again. “Eat that fucking ass, Chris. Eat me out.”
Troy started to fuck me again but slower this time. He was trying to get the best of two worlds; fucking ass and getting eaten out.
Chris was feasting on his best friend’s hole. It was something he’d always wanted to do. Every day he would stare at Troy’s bubble butt. That high and tight muscle ass was begging to attention. He could have sworn Troy had a black man’s ass. He jacked off many times thinking about what he would do with Troy’s hole. Chris pulled away from Chris’s ass. He was watching the white boy dicking me and he couldn't help it anymore. Troy's fine bubble butt was flexing, heaving in and out and it made Chris so fucking horny.
Troy was disappointed when he felt Chris pull away. But he turned his attention to me and started pounding again. But then he stopped again. “Ugh,” he grunted. His eyes were huge, and he looked at me like he was going to scream. But he didn’t. Chris had slid his middle finger into Troy’s hole.
Troy turned back to Troy. “Chris! What the...” He was cut off because Chris had began to gently fuck his finger through the tight hole.
“Shh,” Chris said. “Just keep fucking him.”
Troy’s expression when he looked at me was one of confusion and pleasure. He grunted and groaned as he tried to fuck me.
Rod smirked watching the two guys become more open and adventurous. He wanted to see where this would go. Rod knew the two studs had always had a thing for each other but were too scared to do anything about it.
“Those two fags,” Rod whispered to Dalton. “They wanna fuck so bad.”
“Why haven’t they?” Dalton asked as he watched.
“Because they’re pussies. Too worried about what I would think. They think I give a shit what they do with each other. Why the hell do they think I hang with them?”
“Why do you hang with them?” Dalton asked.
Rod snorted a laugh. “They’re hot as fuck and that makes me look good to be seen with them. Second, they’re hot as fuck.” Dalton chuckled. “Third, they like to fuck dudes. Forth, I introduced them and when they met, they all but boned up, so I knew they would eventually turn into a thing. They’ve been flirting and avoiding at the same time forever. And last, I want to watch them fuck. And... I know Troy is just a little bitch pretending to be a top. Perfect for Chris who is a true alpha, and he needs a white boy like Troy.”
“You got it all figured out.”
“Fuck yeah, I do. Now, watch this.” Rod decided to show Dalton he was right. "Don’t let Chris distract you, Troy. Just go with it. Keep fucking that pussy while Chris plays with yours.”
Troy looked at Rod hesitantly. I could tell he was thinking hard. But then he started to fuck me again but now he had added additional gasps where they were none before. For the first time in his life, Troy was getting fingered by a dude while fucking another one. Chris had a big smile on his cocky face as he added a second finger and really started to bang the hell out of Troy's ass.
"Oh my god bro, your ass is so tight,” Chris whispered. “Your ass feels so amazing."
Troy raised his head, his eyes were closed as he moaned, "Oh my god.” He looked down at me and I nodded my agreement.
“I know, right?” I said. “Feels good?”
He moaned, “Fuck dude. It feels so good.” He swallowed hard. “Bro, am I a fag?”
“Does it matter? Who cares. You said it feels good.”
“Fuck me, it feels so good.”
Chris grinned. He loved hearing the jacked-up jock moan with a finger in his ass. "Yeah?” he said with a devious grin. “How bout I find your nut?"
With a huge jolt forward Troy's face became beet red, his mouth flew open, but no sound came out. He looked straight forward and then yelled as loud as he could. "FUUCCKK!"
"I think I found it,” Chris said, his voice low and sexy.
With that mighty howl, Troy came the biggest load of the night. He slammed down on top of me, spewing gallons of spooge into my hole. I was surprised when his mouth found mine and I swallowed his tongue down my throat while Chris continued to finger bang his best friend. Troy came back up on all fours and pushed his ass back on Chris’s probing fingers.
Finally, Chris pulled his fingers out. Troy came up on his knees and turned to face Chris. "Dude, what the fuck was that?" he asked Chris. It was hard to tell if he was angry or confused. “Why did you do that?”
"Because I knew you would like it." said Chris as a matter of fact, a big grin on his face.
Troy’s looked a little embarrassed. “Just caught me off guard that's all,” he mumbled.
Chris pushed Troy back onto the bed. He climbed on top of Troy and kissed him.
"Next time I'll warn you,” Chris teased.
"Next time?” Troy asked with apprehension. “What next time?"
“Trust me. There will be a next time,” replied Christ. He was speaking smoothly like he was seducing Troy. “I’m gonna get inside you, bro.”
Troy looked up at him. “We need to talk about this.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Chris kissed him again. “Be a good boy for me.”
“I... uh...” Troy was flabbergasted that things had just escalated to much. What started out as experimenting a couple years ago with Rod and Chris had suddenly shifted to Chris revealing his plans for him. Troy always thought of himself as an aggressive alpha, but something inside of him clicked on when Chris showed his dominance. Maybe he was more of a Derek and not a Rod like the thought he was.
“Be a good boy,” Chris reiterated. Troy clammed up.
Dalton interrupted them. "Alright you queers, quit being such girl's and let's let the fag rest for awhile. He's gonna need it."
He was right. I was exhausted. Rod and Dalton got up and went into the kitchen to get some water. I got up and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower and get refreshed. I went up to the sink and looked into the mirror. I saw a handsome, beautiful specimen of a man who had just been gang banged by four hot muscle studs and I was happy. I was actually happy about what just happened. They all wanted me. I wanted them but they all wanted me more, and they had me. What else could a narcissist like me want? I had no choice in the matter anyway. Four, confident, masculine guys, three of which were bi or whatever, but they all wanted me. Troy and Chris got off on me so much they actually were going gay for each other. If I had that effect on men, straight men at that, who knows what I could do.
I took a quick shower, cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth. I was drying my hair when I heard moaning and thrashing around in the bedroom. I opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack. To my surprise there was Chris laying on the bed with Troy bouncing up and down on Chris's cock. He was riding Chris like a pro. Chris's hands were all over Troy's torso and back, feeling the man’s tight, taught muscles.
"Come on, boy. Ride that big black cock. Come on, you can do it. Ride it harder."
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I never...knew. I never fucking knew..." moaned Troy.
"It's ok dude. You get to have this whenever you want. You can ride my big black dick whenever. It's all for you, bro,” Chris said with a smirk.
“Fuck, Chris,” he moaned. “Love your cock inside me.”
Chris grinned. “You love my cock inside your pussy, don’t you.”
Troy smirked. He knew this was where things were going with Chris. “Yeah. You feel so good in my fucking pussy.” He fell forward and made out with Chris.
“You want this all the time, white boy?” Chris growled.
Troy nodded. “Oh fuck yes, dude.”
“You gonna be a good boy?”
“I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”
Chris pounded up into Troy’s ass. “Good boy.”
“Can’t fucking believe this,” Troy said with his words in between grunts. “You’re gonna make my cum, Chris. Your cock is making me cum!”
Troy sat down hard and shot his load all over Chris’s muscular chest. "There you go boy. There you go. Good boy,” Chris said. And with that, Chris swung his legs off the side of the bed with Troy still on top of him. He lifted Troy off the ground and stood. Troy wrapped his legs around Chris’s waist. Chris thrust him hard against the wall and fucked up into him. Chris’s muscular, jacked body was folded in half against the wall, his arms wrapped around Chris’s neck as they made out.
“The fuck is going on in here?,” Rod said coming into the room with Dalton following.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Dalton when he saw the two guys fucking. He looked at me with disbelief. I just shrugged and kept watching the black and white studs rutting against the wall.
“Finally!” Rod said. “About time your homos fucked.”
Troy was too busy yelling out swear words with each thrust Chris gave him to hear anything. It was like we didn’t exist.
“Where’s my phone,” Rod said as he looked around for his jeans. He found them, pulled out his phone and started videoing. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed.
Dalton laughed. “Bro, you filming this? Send me a copy.”
Rod smirked. “No problem, pretty boy.” He moved around the room shooting the two dudes from every angle. The whole time he had a shit-eating grin on his face. His cock was hard too. He stroked it with one hand as he filmed with the other.
“You should send one to me and Jason too,” I interjected.
“You like that big black cock?” Rod said to Troy.
The response was, “Fucking big black cock in my pussy.”
Chris was grunting as he fucked. His muscles were pumped as he held up his two-hundred-pound best friend. The scene was beyond erotic. Two, big, muscled studs fucking against a wall. It was spank-bank material for years.
Dalton stepped over to me and put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. He couldn’t reach my shoulders or else he would have. He fondled my growing cock.
“How are you, babe? You ready for more? You want what he’s getting?” he asked gesturing to Troy.
I licked my lips. “Hell yeah.”
“Good girl,” he said to me. Why he kept calling me a girl was weird to me. At the same time, it was hot even though I didn’t know if he had ever even been with a woman. I think it made him feel more masculine. Gay dudes always had something to prove when it came to masculinity.
Suddenly, Chris turned around. He and Troy went down on the bed; Chris deposited his load into the newly fucked ass of his best friend.
“Oh my God!” Chris bellowed as he shot another load inside Troy. Troy watched in awe, the face of the black stud who had just seeded him.
“I fuckin love you, Chris,” he said out of breath.
Chris grinned. “I know, dude. I love you too.” He kissed him and whispered. “Good boy.”
Rod put down his phone. “Alright, boys. Let’s get these two bitches side by side. Dalton, go head and take Derek. Chris, sorry brother but move aside. I’m gonna knock up your boyfriend.”
Chris actually had a look of hesitation. He looked down at Troy who tried to discreetly shake his head no in speechless pleading with his eyes. Chris saw that look. He looked back to Rod. “Dude I don’t think...”
“I said move aside,” Rod said forcefully. “If it wasn’t for me, you two fags would never had met. You owe me and so does this bitch,” he said pointing at Troy.
Chris looked down at Troy and he shrugged an apology. “Ok,” he said quietly as he moved aside for Rod. Troy looked at Chris, upset with his lack of courage to keep Rod from fucking him.
He mouthed, “Dude?” to Chris. Chris looked meekly at him, shook his head and only shrugged.
Rod moved between Troy’s legs. “Lift em up, bitch.” Troy hesitated until Rod grabbed his ankles and threw them up on his shoulders.
“Rod, dude, please,” Troy pleaded.
Rod shook his head. “Don’t even try,” he said back.
“But I just got fucked for the first time a few minutes ago.”
“Good. Means you’ll know what to expect.” Rob aimed his cock at Troy’s hole. Chris stood next to him. He looked down at Troy with sympathetic eyes. Rod pushed in.
Troy’s ass came off the bed as he screamed out. “FUUUUUCK! OH SHIT!”
Chris put his hand on Rod’s shoulder, but Rod shook him off. “Fuck off, Chris,” he said sternly. “You started this. You can’t stop it.”
Rod slid all the way in. Troy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He started whimpering. His fists clenched the sheets. “Fuck,” he whimpered. “Hurts.” He looked up at Chris. “Chris,” he whispered.
“Shh, just let him in, babe,” Chris said sweetly. Troy shook his head, a tear coming to his eye. Chris knew it was time to assert himself. “BE A GOOD BOY,” he said firmly.
Troy slowly nodded his head. He tried to relax. He pushed out of his hole and felt Rod settle in. Rod smiled. “Fuck yeah. Tight hole.”
Troy’s eyes widened. He felt full. He looked up at the man inside of him and blew out a breath of air. He had to admit, Rod was fucking gorgeous and if any one other than Chris was going to fuck him, it was going to be Rod.
Rod started to fuck him with nice, even strokes. Troy adjusted and began feeling better. Chris came down to the bed and leaned down and kissed Troy.
“You’re such a good boy.” Chris looked up at Rod who looked like he was king of the world. He looked back at Troy. “Good boy. Take Rod’s cock. You look so hot right now.” Chris reached down and started stroking Troy’s hardening cock. “Feel good, babe?”
Troy nodded his head. He held on tight to Rod’s muscular biceps. Rod grinned down at him. “If I had known you were such a bitch, I would have nailed you earlier.” He sped up his fucking. Troy heard what he said; calling him a bitch. He didn’t like it but knew things had changed now. Soon, Troy began to get into it. His whimpers turned into moans and grunts. He was embarrassed that the other three guys were watching him bitch out to Rod. He was even more embarrassed when he started begging for more.
“Fuck me, Rod. Fuck me,” he said, panting hard.
Rod laughed. “Oh my God, you sound like a slut.” He looked at Chris. “Bro, your boyfriend is a fucking slut.”
Chris didn’t laugh with him. “Dude, don’t call him that,” he said.
Rod guffawed. “Bro, I’ll call him anything I fucking want.” And just to show Chris that he was in control, he looked at Dalton. “You want a go at him?” Chris’s face went slack jaw.
“Fuck yeah I do!” Dalton exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted a crack at the muscle pussy.”
“No,” Chris said.
Rod smirked down at Chris. To add insult to injury, Rod clenched his jaw, slammed into Troy and shot a load.
Troy looked at Chris. “Fuck. So hot.” But Chris gave him a scowl.
Rod pulled out of Troy. “Your boyfriend has a hot ass, bro,” he said to Chris. Rod moved to me. I automatically laid down next to Troy and lifted my legs. Dalton moved between Troy’s legs.
“Come on, dude!” Chris said to Dalton with irritation. “Give him a break.”
Troy was trying to get his breath back.
“It’s ok, Chris. Just let him do it,” Troy told him. “It’s gonna happen whether you like it or not.”
Chris folded his arms over his chest and pouted. “Fucking hate this,” Chris muttered.
Troy pointed at Dalton. “And you. You fucking go easy. I’ve seen you wreck dudes before. And remember, I’m bigger than you, fucking Smurf.”
Dalton laughed. “Bitch, you ain’t shit anymore.”
“Dalton...” Chris said as a warning.
“Fuck off,” Dalton responded. “I’ll go easy... at first.” He lifted Troy’s legs and started to slide in. Troy closed his eyes, concentrating on relaxing.
“Here.” Chris handed Troy a bottle of poppers. “This will help.”
“I’m fine,” Troy said.
Chris held the bottle out to him again. “Be a good boy and do it.”
Like a hypnotic suggestion, Troy sniffed the poppers. He felt the warn high wash over him. He was relaxing and feeling euphoric. “Oh God.” He looked up at Dalton. “Go on. Let’s get this done.”
“Good girl,” Dalton said and started pounding. Troy did NOT like being called a girl but at that moment, he didn’t care.
Chris watched his boy hunker down and take the cock like a man. He had to admit, Troy looked hot getting fucked. He didn’t like them being so rough with him on Troy’s first time, but he knew it would happen. Rod was Rod, and he was going to have what he wanted. Looked like he would be sharing his new boyfriend with Rod from now on, and who knows who else.
Chris heard a yelp. Rod had penetrated me. Now, two bitches were laying side by side as two other hunks fucked us within an inch of our lives. Rod had Troy and I make out while we got fucked. Dalton took video of it.
Needless to say, before the end of the day I was fucked a bunch more times. The two alphas, Rod and Dalton, spewed nasty fuck talk about what was going to happen for the rest of the week. I wasn't going to be able to fucking walk by the time Jason got home. Fuck, I forgot about Jason. Goes to show you what happens to a slut when he gets what he needs. And Troy was in for a real awakening.
Finally, by late evening everyone had left except for Rod. He laid down behind me and put his arms around me. “Hey big man,” he whispered into my ear and lay down tiny kisses on my neck. I felt good in his muscular arms.
“Hey, dude,” I said with a smile.
“I wanted some alone time with you.”
“Well, you got it.”
He hugged me tighter. “You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered. I thought it odd he would talk to another man like that because he sounded so sincere.
“So are you,” I whispered back.
“I could stay like this forever.”
“Thought you were straight?” I asked.
“You make me seriously reconsider my life choices.”
I turned my head back. “What?”
“Seriously. I could turn for you.”
“I find that hard to believe. You don’t just TURN gay.”
“I could. I would,” he said sincerely.
“Dude, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just coming down off a sex high.” I laughed him off.
“Nah, Derek. I always said if I were gay, I would want a dude just like you. And here you are.”
“You met me like six hours ago... at a gang-bang. That’s nuts.”
“It is what it is.”
I snorted a laugh. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah. So?”
I rolled my eyes. “Rod, you’re not going gay. You’re just into dominating dudes who are bigger than you. If anything, I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re bisexual. No total straight dude fucks guys like you.”
I felt his body relax and loosen his grip. “Maybe so, but this is different,” Rod said confidently. “Obviously, I like to fuck dudes. I like to dominate. It’s a real rush for me. Call me bi or whatever. But with you, it’s different.”
“What? You dominated the fuck out of me today. All day,” I said skeptically.
“I know that’s how it started. But you like it that way, and I like it that way. It’s perfect. Does Jason dominate you?”
“Yeah. That’s how we got together.”
“Do you love him?”
I turned to him again. “Yeah.”
“Does he love you?”
“Yeah. He says he does.”
Rod was quiet for a few seconds. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I would never share you like he does. Like Dalton did today with Jason’s blessing. I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
I turned my body towards him. “Did you ever consider the fact that I LIKE it when he does that. He likes to watch, and I like being watched. It’s one of the things we like about each other. He can have sex with whomever he wants because I get off on hearing about his hook ups. And the same with him. I tell him about my hook ups.”
“So, that’s the way it is,” he said as a statement. “I see.”
“You just watched me put our for four dudes today. You didn’t seem to mind.”
Rod thought about it. “No. I didn’t. But then, I’m not your husband.”
“Husband? Neither is Jason.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. I’d have put a ring on your finger so fast. I deserve you. He doesn’t.”
I laughed. “You DERSERVE me? That’s so arrogant, dude. How do you figure that?”
“It’s called confidence and high self-esteem. I work hard for what I have. If you don’t work for it, you don’t deserve it.”
“Jason didn’t work for it? Is that what you’re saying?”
He scoffed. “No. Like I said, he hasn’t proposed or anything. He doesn’t even know what he has.”
I felt very flattered. “Dude, you thought you were straight or whatever up until today? This is insane. You would marry me right away, huh? A dude. You would marry a dude?”
“You’re damn right I would.” He nodded his head vigorously when he said it.
“And you think since I’m not married to Jason that we would never get married?”
“No. From what I hear about Jason, he’s too selfish.”
I laughed. “Dude, I don’t know if you know this, but you seem selfish.”
“No. I just know what I want. When I get it, I take care of it.”
I studied his handsome face. His jet-black hair was messy from all the sweaty sex, but he still looked amazing. He had such a unique look to his face, the biracial beauty that people like him had. The difference between him and Jason was that Jason was more about ownership where Rod was more about protection. That’s a big difference. Truth is, I didn’t know if Jason was the type to settle down. In fact, it was hard to picture. But with Rod, through all the cocky exterior, the toxic masculinity, the control freak, I could picture him being the type to settle down and take care of his partner.
I rolled back over onto my side facing away from him. I spooned back in front of him. “You’re just confused. You just think you’re into me.”
“Hey. Don’t tell me how I feel.” He sounded truly offended.
“Rod... wait, what is Rod short for?” I asked totally off topic. I didn’t like his name. He didn’t look like a Rod.
“Roderick. Why?”
I liked Roderick. It sounded less ‘fratboy.’ I ignored the question. “Roderick, I’m not telling you how you feel. I’m telling you... you’re not in love with me, dude.”
“I just said NOT to tell me how I feel. You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all.”
“EXACTLY. I don’t know you. We just met. And you don’t know me. You’re going solely off my looks and the sex. How do you know I’m not a complete fucking asshole?”
“I just know,” he said sounding more and more irritated.
“Oh ok. You just know,” I said mockingly. “Fuck off,” I said chuckling.
I felt him inch up closer to me. His cock pressing in between my glutes. He wrapped his arms around my chest. I felt kisses on my shoulder. I smiled. I clenched my glutes.
“I like it when you argue with me,” he said into my ear.
“Why is that?”
“Never had a girlfriend argue with me.” He added more kisses.
“I’m not a girl.” I said it firmly. “And you’re not my boyfriend.”
“But I want to be.” God, his voice was so sexy, so smooth, so masculine. I felt his cock nudge closer.
“It’s not gonna happen,” I said playfully. “You’re straight.”
“Would a straight guy do this?” I gasped as I felt him slide his cock into my hole.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Would a straight guy do this?” He turned my head back and made out with me while he fucked me slowly and gently.
“I’ve had straight guys fuck me before.” I said it just to taunt him. I was taunting but not lying. Since I met Jason, he had hooked us up with supposed straight guys. Guys who were on the DL who dreamed of fucking a guy like me.
Then he pulled out of me. He turned me onto my back. He crawled between my legs and spread them apart with his knees. He hooked his arms around the back of my knees and pushed them up and forward a little bit. He looked down into my eyes and I could see his soul. He slowly inserted himself into me. He lowered his head and gently kissed me. His lips covered mine. I felt his tongue inside my mouth. Earlier, he had been aggressive with his kisses but right now, it was slow and passionate. His cock was making slow, long strokes. I wrapped my arms around him.
“Would a straight guy make love to you?” he said warmly as he eased in and out of me. I’d never been fucked like this before. It had always been hard and fast. Never soft and romantic. I wrapped my arms around his neck while we kissed.
“Roderick,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’d make love to you like this every night.”
He made me feel warm inside. Jason was good sex but not like this. This was good and satisfying. Is this what a woman feels like when a guy is making love them; when a guy had feelings for them?
“Roderick,” I said again.
“I like it when you call me that.”
“I love the way you’re fucking me.”
“It could be like this all the time.”
I lay there looking up at his incredibly handsome face. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and then traced his square jaw. “God, you’re so handsome.”
“We would look so good together. You and me. Side by side. People would be so fucking jealous of us.”
“You would honestly change your whole life for me? Like, come out of the closet so to speak?”
He moved smoothly through me. “Anything for you.”
He reached around and stroked my cock. He had me close. “I’m going to cum inside of you, Derek.”
That made me shoot. Then I felt him unload inside me. It was an afterglow I had never had before.
He kissed my neck and then slid out of me. I rolled onto my back.
“Oh boy,” I said with my arm resting on my forehead.
“Can I stay over?” he asked.
I looked at him. “No.”
He looked at me like he couldn’t believe his ears. “Why not?”
“Because. This is my boyfriend’s apartment. It would be disrespectful.”
“But you just had a gang bang in it.”
“I know but that was sanctioned by Jason. This is not.”
He sighed. “Derek, come on.”
“Roderick, no. I’m not budging on this.”
Rod huffed and got out of bed. He stomped around the room finding his clothes. He turned his back to me, and I watched him squeeze himself into his clothes. It was a sight to behold.
“Roderick, don’t be mad, dude.”
He turned to me and shook his head. He headed for the bedroom door. “I hope you know that I’ve never talked like this to anyone, not even a woman. It’s serious shit, Derek.”
“Go home. Take some time and think about things. I bet you won’t feel like this in 24 hours.”
He scowled at me. “Fuck you. You don’t know me.” And then he left.
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