After my first year away at university, I found myself again on the phone with Todd in the middle of August. Todd: my former catcher for me on my baseball team who joined me in a threesome with the car dealership hulk John. Todd: who I watched dance like an idiot at a bar a few weeks ago with three twinks caressing his muscular body as I left with the bouncer of that bar and his bartender roommate for a full out orgy session of my own with a couple of other guys. Todd: who continued to call me and was becoming my own connection to other hot guys here back home.
Todd: who was becoming more and more comfortable in his own skin as being gay and was trying to get me to do the same.
“So…I saw you talking to that bartender before you left. AND that bouncer? Which one did you go home with?” Todd’s voice boomed through my ear on the phone as I sprawled across my bed.
“Both.” I managed to smirk out. I couldn’t help but squirm and giggle like a girl, recounting how I had more than just the two hunks from the bar the past weekend when I was with Todd, plus another one of their buddies and the older neighbour from upstairs. I was doing alright for someone who had just turned 20.
“I fucked both the guys I was with and I thought I was the slut!” Todd screamed into the phone. “Are you hooking up with any of them again?”
I scrunched my face, not sure if I was tempted enough to return downtown, even though the older guy upstairs Tim was right up my alley. Big, solid, older than me…he told me to call him, and I had his number. And address.
“Cause if you’re not busy this weekend, there’s this party I’m going to that I think you should come along!” Todd teased. “A bit of a high school reunion so to speak.”
Ugh. High School. I was a smaller, skinny kid with a “cute” face in high school. Not that I was much bigger after only one year away, but I was getting there. I was nothing like the other guys who had peaked earlier than me. All the girls thought I was like a little brother to them. I felt I never fit in. If I didn’t play baseball so seriously, I’m sure I would have been picked on a lot more. It was part of the reason why I worked out so hard this past year and finally grew a bit taller and put on some serious muscle. I wasn’t sure who exactly I wanted to see at this high school reunion party.
“Who’s party?” I asked tentatively.
Todd told me it was this girl from our grade, Janine O’Brien, who had always been rather nice to me. I flashed to her dark hair and green eyes, sort of the same size as me, and then to her older brother who was four years older, who had the same dark hair and green eyes. I remember him when I was in grade 9: Jake O’Brien. He was one of the cool athletes in grade 12 that seemed to own the school. He played on our hockey team and looked like he was 25 when he was still only 18. And I think he was the first jock to push me into a locker on like my second day of grade 9.
“Seriously?” I hesitated, unsure if this was something I wanted to do.
“It’s a dual party. Her parents are away so her and her brother are throwing a bash together. All of us from our grade, plus her brother’s friends from his grade and a bunch of others’ they know.” Todd seemed to be getting more and more excited as he talked. “I hear her brother is still friends with Scott…you know, Scott Shaw, the guy from our school that got drafted in the NHL?”
I vaguely remembered him. Blonde with shaggy hockey hair. I didn’t really remember Scott Shaw, but I remembered Jake O’Brien, who also played hockey, and had the biggest, roundest ass….
“Scott’s going to be there. And he’s so fuckin’ hot now.” Todd took a deep breath. “Plus…I know a few guys that are going that would love you, if you know what I mean.”
“Todd!” I rolled my eyes. “You better not be telling anyone.”
“I swear to Lucifer I haven’t said a word about you. But I’ve been doing the circuit you know, catching a few closeted buddies at the spa, or at the clubs, and let’s just say you’d be surprised at how many guys we know who are into dick bro! And their dads too!” He laughed and it made me feel a little bit better about myself. This was the late 90s, and it wasn’t all that common to be flaunting your sexuality around.
It intrigued me and I agreed to go, once he rhymed off a series of people from our grade he knew I would want to see again – some of our baseball teammates plus a bunch of girls that I used to hang around with.
“And trust me: they will ALL want to see how much you’ve changed!” He blurted out before we hung up. “Especially a few of the older guys I’m thinking of.”
I had changed a lot since high school. My first year away I had put on almost 40 pounds now, mostly muscle. I had gone from a 5’3” skinny shrimp to a ripped 5’9” jock, weighing in at 175 pounds of solid smooth muscle. I did look good now, and for some reason I DID want to show off a bit, especially to the older jocks from my high school that I wasn’t going to be pushed around anymore.
Todd offered to drive us, and when he picked me up there were two former classmates of mine in the car already: Erin and Kathleen, who giggled incessantly as soon as they saw me. It was August, so it was hot, and I decided to go with a pair of plaid shorts with flip flops and a tight tee that showed off my pecs underneath an opened collared short sleeve shirt that accentuated my arms. My legs looked pretty darn good as well, as Erin eyed me up and down.
“I think I’m going home with Brian tonight.” She cooed, giving me the flirtiest smile and grabbing my arm as I squished into the backseat. Kathleen was in the front seat and spun around to stare at me as well.
“Holy shit Bri! Did you eat a ton of protein this year at school or what?” Kathleen yelled out, her mouth gaping open as she took me in.
Todd’s eyes flashed at me in the rearview mirror, and I could see him squinting in a smile. “I think Brian’s had his fair share of protein this past year!”
I laughed but I knew the joke went right over their heads. We spent the ride catching up, both girls telling me about their year away as well, and both girls looking exceptionally hot. I found myself staring at Erin’s breasts as Todd’s eyes kept peering back. I then started staring at Todd in his short-sleeve shirt, showing off his rather sizeable biceps. I remembered that night with John and Todd, and how hot I had found Todd. If there was no one of interest at this party tonight, I could see myself going home with Todd. But that thought went quickly away as Todd pulled up near the O’Brien’s house.
They lived in that part of the city, where all the rich white kids lived, in big old houses that had like three floors above ground in a wide, stately looking home. Cars were lined up and down the street, and there were already a ton of 20 to 24 year olds wandering about on the street and heading either to or from their house. Every light was on in the place, and I already started to recognize people as we got out.
I turned my attention back to Todd as he stepped out of the car. He too was wearing clothes that accentuated his fair skinned body. He had a great ass on him, being my baseball catcher and all, with thick thighs and a light dusting of blonde hair on them. I looked at his arms again in his buttoned up collared shirt as he closed the car door. I suddenly wondered why he and I hadn’t really hooked up more this past summer, especially after the threesome I had with him and that car guy John. I watched Todd’s ass walk ahead of me, when someone else caught my eye.
There he was, tall, dark, and handsome: Jake O’Brien, standing there in a pair of cargo shorts and loose hanging golf shirt that showed off a pair of nicely shaped biceps.
Jake O’Brien had matured into this handsome, well-built young man. He had to have been 24 or 25, and looked like a runway model: tall, broad shouldered, thin waist, dark hair that was sort of longish around the top of his head but cut short around the base of his thick neck. And those fucking green eyes of his peered right over at me. He was standing amongst a large group of equally attractive 24 year olds, both men and women, but it was Jake that I was staring at.
I swear he also did a quick glance up and down my body as we walked into his house.
Then his eyes flicked over to Todd and he gave a wicked grin. “Jan!” He bellowed in that deep voice I remembered oh too well. “Todd’s here!” And Jake sort of gave Todd a sly grin and watched Todd step away before his eyes came right back to me.
Janine came out suddenly from the living room off the foyer where Jake was standing with a couple of equally good-looking guys, who also turned and looked at all of us. She rushed over to Todd, Erin and Kathleen screaming wildly as they hugged, and then she turned to me. “Who’s your friend?” She said quickly before she did a double take and then grabbed me. “Shut the fuck up! BRIAN?!”
I nodded, giving a bashful smile, noticing Jake still looking at me frowning. “Yeah, it’s me.”
She grabbed me and hugged me and before I knew I was being dragged around, being shown off to a number of acquaintances from high school who all marveled at my growth spurt. People who never gave me the time of day now wanted to know everything about me. Girls that had never looked twice at me were now overtly flirting. Guys who had been the envy of my eye now looked at me with wonder. I was outshining all the previously popular kids from my grade.
And a few from the older grades as well.
I felt eyes all over me for the first part of the night, from both the guys and girls I knew, and some I didn’t. I spotted a tall, stocky blonde guy staring at me that I couldn’t place right away, and caught Jake looking at me as well a few times. There was a bully from my grade who was sort of squinting at me like he remembered something, but suddenly didn’t look as tough to me as he did the last year of high school.
I broke away from my group after a few drinks and too many stories about my first year in university, at least, the non-sexual ones, and slipped into the kitchen to grab a refill. The party was loud, there were too many rooms, and there were a LOT of attractive people around. Too many to count. Girls were flaunting themselves at me, but I was studying all the guys in the place to be honest.
And when I walked into the kitchen, there was the number one hottie himself, the host, Jake.
I gave a little shy head nod when he did a double take at me, and leaned against the counter of the kitchen with his beer in his hand. “Did I hear my sister say you’re Brian, from her grade?”
I grabbed a cooler from the large bucket on the floor and shook off the melted ice carefully before I stood up tall and grabbed the can opener. “Yeah.” I held out my hand. “Jake right?”
He looked down at me with a look that said ‘cocky’ but somehow made my heart pulsate. He grabbed my hand, swallowing mine up in his soft manly one. “Right. Jan mentioned that Todd said you’d be coming.” Then he pointed a finger and a thumb at me. “Are you the little Brian I shoved in a locker once?”
Fuck me, he remembered. I nodded and shoved a hand in my pocket. “’Fraid so.”
He let his head fall backwards, and I noticed his Adam’s Apple stick out prominently on his long neck. “Fuck me what an asshole I was.” He leveled his gaze back to mine. “I’m so sorry dude.” Then he leaned towards me and draped a heavy large arm around my shoulder. “But look at you, I think you’d be knocking my lights out if I tried it now!” I could smell the beer on his breath, but his green eyes were making me ignore that. “Yo! Simon! C’mere!”
I turned to see the large, stocky blonde figure that was staring at me before turn and move to the doorway of the kitchen, or rather, FILLING UP the doorway of the kitchen. I put the name Simon to the face and recognized him as Simon Williams, a fellow jock from Jake’s grade, another grade 12 student that I had been fearful of, because he was the biggest guy I had ever seen at that time. He was even larger now it seemed to me as he took long strides over and I found myself staring upwards at the 6 foot something hunk coming my way.
He was darkly tanned, and had a clean-shaven face that was showing signs of a scruff from the day, with that long nose of his and square jaw that made all the girls and me as a rather closeted guy swoon for. His head was shaved in a crew cut, and he looked like some wrestler about to enter the ring. But what I couldn’t help staring at was the blonde hairs on his strong forearm and the leather bracelets he had around his thick wrist. He looked downright sexy in his open collared shirt with a crisp white tank top underneath, baggy faded jeans and his big fleshy bare feet on the tiled floor.
“Sup?” He boomed out, stepping right up to Jake and slapping a hand on his shoulder as Jake leaned on me still.
With his beer in his hand, Jake pointed at me and looked up to the giant blonde man. “Do you remember Jan’s little friend, Brian?”
Simon squinted at me, and he too gave me the up and down. “No.” he simply said, but his eyes landed on mine and he held my gaze.
If it wasn’t for his size, I’m sure that Simon would have been teased himself, just because of his name. But he wasn’t someone you messed around with. He suddenly reminded me of Stefan, the large bearded football player from school, but blonde, and something inside my body twitched as Simon continued to stare at me with an interesting gaze.
“The little guy we shoved in the locker?” Jake looked back and forth between us. “We called him small fry?”
Simon’s eyes lit up at this. “No shit!” He gave a half grin, the right side of his mouth curling up a bit as he gave me an up and down gaze, taking a little longer on my legs. “Jesus, you’re no small fry anymore. Mind you, I’m sure I could still bend you in half.”
His choice of words seemed to cause a slight flutter in my tummy, especially when his eyes came back up to mine and he grinned at me. I stared back as I heard Jake laughing near my ear, noting how blue Simon’s eyes were. Very blue against his tanned chiseled face.
“He’s one of Todd’s friends.” Jake said and took a swig of beer.
Simon’s eyes widened even more and his grin widened, showing off his white teeth against his blonde tanned skin. “No shit.” He put the bottle of his beer up to his full lips and held my gaze as he took a swig. “Good to know.”
And then there was a bigger disruption just outside the kitchen, where people started hooting and hollering. Simon looked over his broad shoulder and then back at Jake. “Looks like Shaw’s here.”
Jake let out a louder hoot, and called out Scott’s name. And the guy from our high school that was drafted into the NHL a couple years ago appeared: Scott Shaw. He stepped into the kitchen flanked by a bunch of screaming girls and adoring male fans. He still looked every bit the hockey player, with his ‘hockey hair’ as I called it, shaggy on the top and a bit longer around his neck. He looked definitely thicker and sort of rougher which suited him. He had a slight bruise on his cheek, and a scar on his chin, but his blonde looks still had all the charm. He was only about 5’11 or so, but solid and wide, and looked every bit the bruiser he was. Todd was right: he was hotter now.
“SHAW!” Jake and Simon both chanted as Jake let go of me and they embraced their buddy. I tried to slip out, but had to endure another round of “guess who this is” to Scott Shaw. I didn’t know much about hockey, being a baseball player and fan, so I didn’t even know what team he got drafted too, nor did I care. I wanted to say one of the New York ones, but was afraid to sound stupid, so I just stared at his body. Especially the thick blonde-haired legs in his stretched-out shorts, and the grapefruit sized biceps as he flipped his hair off his forehead. As I stared at him, I suddenly cared a bit more about hockey.
Scott Shaw didn’t remember me at all, but then again, I wasn’t surprised. Again, Jake mentioned to Scott that I knew Todd, and Scott seemed to take a more direct look at me. I seemed to be stuck in the kitchen at this point as more and more people came in. I saw Todd at one point crowding in to see Scott, with some other guy I recognized from our grade. I could see Todd talking into the guy’s ear, and then they both looked over at me.
I was a bit more surprised when Jake wrapped his muscular arm around my neck again and pulled me into a conspiratorial chat with Scott.
“Did you bring any party favours?” Jake grinned, grabbing Scott’s neck with his other hand, bringing the three of our heads closer together.
Scott nodded and reached into his shorts pocket and produced a couple of joints. “Get me away from this crowd and we can light these puppies up.”
Jake looked up and gave a head nod to Simon.
“What about you? What have you got for me?” Scott asked.
Jake just smiled at him, and then looked at me for a moment before he turned back to Scott. “What do you think?”
Scott looked at me and just nodded. “Nice,” was all he said.
I had no idea what they were talking about or what they were referring to, but Jake finally let go of my neck and pulled his arm away and then motioned to Simon who took a few steps back towards us.
“You want in on this, or do you have other sights?” Jake looked back over at Scott who was slipping the joints back into his pocket and then the two of them looked at me again. I just glanced between them and shoved my hands in my shorts and waited.
Simon gave that sly grin again at me and then looked at Jake. “Oh I’m fuckin’ in.” Then he reached out a big hand to Jake who took it and their arms burst out, bulging biceps in their shirts that I couldn’t help but look at.
“Then let’s get this party started.” Jake put his arm around me again and told me not to tell his sister if I wanted to be a part of this special party favour. “Be a good boy now, and don’t say a fuckin’ word. Ever. Find Todd and bring him along.” He gave my shoulder a squeeze and told me to meet them upstairs in ten minutes, in the attic. And to not tell anyone.
I quickly checked my watch, and grabbed another cooler as I saw Jake hand out two beers each to Simon and Scott. Scott was definitely the centre of attention as people congratulated him, and I squeezed past them to figure out my plan of escape.
I rejoined Erin and Kathleen in the living room, and kept my eye on the staircase, watching for either Jake or Scott, figuring I would notice whenever Simon moved as he seemed to be a head taller than everyone else.
“I saw you talking with Jake and Simon.” Erin whispered into my ear. “They’re so hot.”
I felt myself nodding, and suddenly looked back at Erin but she hadn’t noticed. “Have you seen Todd?”
She shook her head, and pointed to the kitchen. “I saw him in the kitchen with Troy. They were looking for you!”
TROY! I thought to myself. That was the guy I saw Todd with. Troy Jenkins, the bully from our grade that used to pick on me relentlessly, calling me shrimp, and smurf, and every other short joke name he could think of in his stupid little brain. He was still a solid, hot looking muscular guy. I heard he went off to play football somewhere. I wondered what in the world Todd was doing talking to him.
I was about to ask Erin about Troy when I saw Jake go up the stairs, giving a quick glance over his shoulder, and then stopping midway to say something to someone as he spun around to fully look. He caught my eye and gave a flick of his head and I excused myself from the girls and the others quickly, forgetting about Todd and Troy, and maneuvered my way through the crowd.
Janine was on her way down the stairs and stopped me as I reached the stairs, grabbing my arm. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah…Jake wanted to show me something.” She didn’t even flinch, just nodded and continued on as I went as fast as I could up the stairs, turning left like Jake said and going down the long hallway to the end.
Jake was standing at the doorway, leaning against it, twirling the joint in his hand when I rounded the corner. He quickly stood up straight, me noting his bare feet and lean, muscular legs in his shorts suddenly, and he smiled. “Up here dude. Where’s Todd?”
I shrugged and shook my head. He gave a sort of disappointed look but opened the door and I went past him, hearing him close and lock the door behind him as he followed me up the stairs into a loft area. It was dimly lit, with an expansive area with couches and chairs and slanted ceilings.
Surprisingly, Simon and Scott were already up here, sitting off in the far distance by the one window in a pair of wing back chairs with a small table in the middle of them. If you weren’t looking for them, you would have thought the room was empty. They were already giggling and hushed each other as we appeared.
“Shit man,” Simon’s baritone voice echoed, “’bout time. Where’s Todd?” I heard him take a puff before I looked at him, that familiar sound of sucking in air and then the smell of it hit me. He was sitting back, his open collared shirt now gone and draped over the chair, leaving him in just his white tank top. I stared at the roundness of his big shoulders, the slant of his muscled traps, and the size of his big biceps as he sat there. He was fucking ripped. His bare feet were crossed at the ankles showing me the pink soles of the bottom of his wide feet, the frayed hems of his faded jeans hanging down. I simply shrugged, giving him the indication I had no idea where Todd was. He grinned at me as we walked towards them. “Looks like we’ll have to share then.”
“Jesus open the fucking window.” Jake ordered, walking past them and shoving the window open beside them. I looked down again at Scott’s very muscular blonde-haired legs and bare feet, no shoes on now, and then back over at Simon. Simon’s pecs were massive under his tank, his two perfectly placed nipples poking out through the material. He had a slight gut that rounded up as he sat there. But it was his arms that were now on display as he sat there, suddenly holding up the joint, the leather bracelets making his wrist look wide.
He held the joint between his thick finger and thumb to Scott, smiling at me with those very blue eyes of his looking rather sexy against his golden tan. He looked so large compared to me and Scott sitting beside him. Scott was a bit shorter than the other two, me guessing not even 6 feet, but he was broad shouldered and solid from what I could tell in his loose fitting collared shirt. Jake pulled up a chair and pointed to another off to the side for me to pull over and proceeded to light the second joint as Simon and Scott shared theirs.
“Brian can’t find Todd. And don’t tell my sister!” Jake pointed a finger at me as he pulled my chair right up beside Simon’s. Simon’s big hand patted the seat.
“Have a seat small fry.” Simon sat up a bit and I watched his feet grip the carpet.
I plopped down on the chair, realizing how close the four of us were sitting together suddenly, my knees super close to Simon’s big jean-covered leg and Jake’s lightly hairy lean one. I looked across at Scott Shaw, his shaggy hair slightly askew as he took the joint from Simon’s big fingers and took a puff. I was just astounded I was sitting here with a couple of former bullies and a professional hockey player, in an attic, smoking weed.
“I need this.” Scott suddenly said, taking the joint from Simon’s big hand.
Jake lit the one he had up and took a puff, and then turned it to me. I tried to take it from him without touching his long fingers, but there didn’t seem to be a spot so I sort of tried to grab it from him without it being too awkward. Jake watched me, letting out his breath as last, giving me a little grin as our fingers brushed against each other.
“I bet you do. Just relax bro. Door’s locked. No one’s coming in. It’s just us now.” He put a big hand on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze as I took my first hit.
We stayed up there for a solid fifteen or so minutes at least, me listening to them talk about stuff. I was quiet, taking my turn puffing, until we finished the joints we were sharing. Scott was leaning back, a big dopey smile on his face. Simon was still leaning forward, his forearms resting on his jeans, his leg dangerously close to my smooth looking muscled thigh. Jake’s legs were open, one in between mine sort of, as he too leaned forward on his chair.
Then they all got quiet as Simon and Scott finished their joint, and Jake and I finished the one we were sharing, and we sort of looked at one another for a moment as I felt the effects start to take over.
Scott sat up and pulled out another one.
“I think I’m ready for my party favour.” Scott said with a grin and smiled at me. “I’m going to go find Todd.” He punched Simon’s shoulder. “C’mon. Be back in a jiff.”
My head was already spinning a bit as the other two smiled at me, Simon giving me a quick wink as he brushed past me.
“Hurry back. I’m gonna show Bri here how to shotgun it.” Jake grinned at me, holding the rolled joint up in front of me like I was supposed to know what that meant.
“You’re sure about this, right Jake?” Scott asked at the top of the stairs, suddenly serious, giving Jake a frowned look.
But Jake was all smiles, turning away from Scott and looking back at me. “Yeah. I’m totally sure. We can do this without Todd if you can’t find him.”
Simon moved suddenly closer to me again and dropped a big hand onto my shoulder and squeezed. “Don’t get too high just yet. Save some for me.” He gave me a heavy pat and then followed Scott down the stairs.
Jake pulled his chair towards me a bit, and his one leg moved right in between my open legs. He put the joint between his full lips and I suddenly became mesmerized by the actions of his fingers lighting the joint. I watched the way his veins moved on his hand, and the way his eyes squinted shut for a moment. I stared at his biceps now flexed as he flicked the lighter. I realized everyone was gone and it was very quiet, with just Jake and I now alone in the attic.
“You ever shotgunned before?” Jake asked me quietly, leaning closer to me.
“Don’t think so.” I said nervously, suddenly wondering what the hell it was. I noticed Jake’s other arm resting on his left leg, his body now suddenly close to me, the way his arm hair draped over his forearm so perfectly. I looked up and noticed that those very green eyes of his were staring at me.
Then Jake got the joint lit, coughing suddenly as he held it between his fingers. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I breathed in the scent of the joint along with the light soapy smell of this former high school hunk fantasy of mine. “Here’s what you do. I take a hit, and you just open your mouth a bit and let me blow it right into you.” He sat back up straight, moving his butt to the edge of his chair to get closer to me, as if this was the most natural thing to do.
Jake took a long puff and breathed in the hit, and I wiggled to the end of the chair as Jake leaned even closer towards me. And then he reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me so close to his face as if he was going in for a kiss. My eyes widened but then Jake stopped abruptly just as our noses came together. Jake was inches from my mouth so I opened my mouth slightly and Jake leaned in and began to blow the smoke into my very near lips.
Ever so slowly, Jake blew the hit out directly into my parted lips, the smoke travelling from Jake’s mouth right into mine as I tried not to breathe in too fast. Our eyes were open, Jake’s green eyes staring directly into mine. His lips so dangerously close to mine I felt my cock swell.
My heart was pounding as I waited to see if anything else was going to happen, this jock so close to making out with me but only blowing smoke into my mouths in what I can only describe as such an erotic moment. After what seemed like a slow-motion scene in a movie, Jake leaned back and let go of my neck.
“Breathe it back buddy.” Jake said after letting out the rest. I could feel the heat in my throat as I did, coughing a bit and leaning back in embarrassment as Jake laughed, letting his upper body fall back into the chair, his legs now swaying back and forth as he stared at me.
“Wow.” Was all I could muster as he stared at me.
“Not bad for your first time. Let’s go again, but this time breathe it back and hold it, then blow it back into my mouth. Like a little swap of smoke. Got it?” Jake raised an eyebrow and sat up again, not waiting for me to agree.
Jake arranged himself again, as did I moving to the edge of my chair. This time though Jake’s hand went to my leg as maneuvered our bodies even closer, our legs now entwined practically, moving in between me even closer than the last time. I watched him take a long drag and then we moved in towards each other once again. My heart was thumping in my chest and my dick was still hard in my shorts as Jake’s green eyes came closer to my icy blue ones. His perfect looking nose was suddenly moving in, and I parted my lips slightly as I saw Jake’s full ones come ever so close to mine.
I froze as his nose actually touched mine more this time around, and I felt his bottom lip brush up against mine as he began to blow smoke into my mouth. I breathed in slowly, feeling it entering my mouth, the warmth of the hit overcoming me, my head spinning. Jake’s eyes were open wide, so close to mine as he continued, his nose practically rubbing against mine as he blew the last of it into my mouth. But he didn’t move back, and I felt his bottom lip again brush mine. I tried very hard not to shake as I was this close to kissing this hunky jock.
I held the smoke in my mouth like a pro, and then just as I started to feel I needed to breathe out, I felt his hand on the back of my neck and my face was pulled forward.
And Jake’s mouth was right there, his full lips parted, ready for me to let go. As I did, he breathed in, his hand still on my neck, and I felt his lips touch mine.
On my last breath, his fingers tightened on the back of my neck and he pulled me closer still, forcing our lips to now totally touch, before they were covering my mouth completely. His lips crushed into mine, and he breathed in from my mouth, our lips sealed, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hand held me in place.
I heard Jake give a low moan as my tongue found his and we were in a full on smokey kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before Jake released me and he sat back with a big grin on his face.
“There we go. Shotgun.” Jake said softly, not leaning back this time, leaving his hand on my leg, moving his fingers ever so slightly along my bare skin.
I sat completely still, feeling the effects, coughing a bit again and looking at him.
“You like that?” Jake asked quietly.
Before I could answer, I saw him grin and lean forward to me again. He pulled my head towards his, but this time there was no smoke, there was no slow-motion. It was just Jake’s scruffy tanned face coming at me.
His lips opened and I heard another slight groan from his throat as we hungrily kissed. I forgot about where I was, and where the other two went, and just let his tongue invade my mouth free from smoke and weed, and tasted him. I got into it, really kissing him back when I felt his hand grab mine and he pulled me forward, placing my hand onto his crotch, letting me feel how hard he was for me as we made out.
I was in shock as I opened my eyes and saw those green ones staring back at me, before his lips left mine and he leaned back. My hand stayed where it was, feeling the outline of his dick in his shorts, grabbing at the rod now distinctly apparent as his fingers and thumbs worked around me to undo his shorts.
“Go ahead. I know you want it.” He whispered, reaching into his shorts and pulling out his cock. I looked down, my hand momentarily off as I saw the dark hair around a thick looking cut cock. He grabbed it and pushed it upward, showing me his piece, proud of the meat between his legs. I heard myself groan as I reached for it, feeling the heat of it and hearing him moan as I slowly let my hand squeeze it.
The dizziness in my head made it feel like the room was spinning. I had just made out with Jake O’Brien and was now holding his cock. In his house. In his attic.
“Go on. Suck it.” He purred at me, pushing his shorts down a bit off his hips as I gripped his cock. He didn’t have to tell me twice, and I leaned over the head and went down on him like the pro I had become.
He groaned loudly, arching a bit and forcing it all the way up into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat right away and forcing a gag reflex. I grabbed the base of his thick cock and repositioned myself, taking it down my throat better and worked my hand around his shaft.
“Holy fuck!” He moaned as I went nuts on it. I saw his hands grip the sides of his chair as he let me suck it, as I worked it noisily, as I tasted the former high school jock’s dick, hungrily working it to make him cum.
I could care less if Scott and Simon returned. I wanted to make Jake explode. I wanted to taste this hot jock’s load.
“Oh my fuckin’ god!” He moaned and started to squirm. I wasn’t going to stop. I wasn’t going to let him decide he didn’t want this. I was going to make him cum fast.
His body started to shake a bit, and he was moving in his chair as if he was fighting the sensations. But my mouth never left his cock. His grip around my neck tightened as he held my head on his dick. I opened my eyes to make sure this was real, and Jake’s eyes were opened too, watching me, his lips slightly parted as he breathed out heavily.
“You’re gonna make me shoot.” He panted, and I didn’t stop. His grip tightened even more and I heard him grunt. His feet left the floor and he pulled me down on his cock completely, stuffing it straight down my throat, making me almost gag again. I relaxed, and then heard him groan. “Oh FUUUUCCCK!”
And Jake O’Brien’s cum began to flood my gut, spilling from his dick and oozing straight down my throat. I grabbed the base and twisted, sucking it all down, making sure every drop of him was filling me up as he convulsed at my touch. Spasms and sounds filled the attic as I kept my mouth locked on his cock like a vice grip, not letting a single ounce of his liquid to escape.
And then I sucked his cock straight up to the tip, letting it leave my lips, staring at the perfectly shaped head to make sure there wasn’t any left as I gave a satisfying smack of my lips and swallowed down the salty taste of Jake O’Brien.
“FUCK!” He yelled again, flopping backwards on the chair, grabbing his deflating cock and giving it a shake, staring at me with those green eyes. “Your mouth is hotter than any girl I’ve ever had. Even better than fuckin’ Todd!”
Todd? I thought quickly, before Jake jumped up and stuffed his cock back into his shorts.
“Don’t move.” He pointed at me and flew past me quickly, heading to the stairs. He practically ran down them and out the door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving me alone in the attic.
I sat back in my chair and wiped my mouth, savouring the tase of the hot jock for a few minutes before I heard the door open and the lumbering sounds of footsteps on the stairs.
I quickly turned to see Scott and Simon appearing up the stairs, Scott leading the way as Simon ambled up behind him.
“Jake said my party favour was ready now.” Scott said, moving towards me. “You won’t tell anyone right?”
I shook my head as I watched him move up to me, stand directly in front of me and sort of present his crotch in front of my face. He leaned down, and like Jake, took my hand and placed it on his hard cock trapped in his shorts.
“Since we couldn’t find Todd, I guess you’re the only party favour we got right now.” He put his hands on his hips as I began to massage the outline of his shaft, feeling it growing as he stood there. “Jake just said you’re a pretty sweet cocksucker. Prove it.” He grinned down at me and moved his fingers over the button and zipper of his shorts.
I was practically panting, but then I turned sideways to see Simon’s hands working on his own jeans, pulling out his white cock compared to his golden tanned skin. In a flash, Scott was holding out his own erection in his hand in front of me, as Simon whipped his out completely too, a fat, thick cut cock in his hand, moving closer to me.
“Alright small fry, let’s see if what we hear is true.” Simon said in a throaty voice and moved Scott aside, waving a juicy looking beer can sized cock at me. He stepped completely out of his jeans and white underwear, and put a powerfully large leg on the side of my chair and moved his hips towards my face. On instinct, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his cock.
I gagged at first, realizing just how thick Simon was, the same blonde hairs on his arm now at my nose above his rod. I could see Scott was undoing his shorts, and then he stood up, and shoved his shorts down over his fantastic legs. I grabbed Simon’s shaft, my fingers barely making it around the thickness of it, and started to suck it all the way down, burying my nose into the sweet smell of Simon Williams, thankful it wasn’t a huge length. I worked on Simon’s tasty cock, seeing the other cock being waved near my face as the NHL stud waited his turn.
What the fuck did Jake or Todd tell them?
Scott stepped forward and slapped the side of my face with his cock, and I grabbed it and pulled it to my mouth, letting Simon’s fall out. My lips parted like a hungry boy and I swallowed it easily, Scott’s not being as thick as his buddy, but he made up for it in length, a good size for challenging my deep throating skills. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’ve had, but it was still a good size. I heard a “Yeah” from beside me as Simon continued to stroke his cock in his meaty hand, watching me suck off Scott Shaw.
I eyed Scott’s cock as I worked on it, seeing the extra foreskin on it, knowing the one beside me was bigger and fatter. But this was one from a professional hockey league. And I wondered how often he was able to get his cock sucked in the NHL. I reached out and grabbed Simon’s fatter and larger cock, stroking it as he waited his turn to be sucked off as well.
I couldn’t believe I was on my knees in front of these two studs. Jake’s was definitely the longest in length, but Simon’s was the thickest. Every time I looked up at the two of them standing over me, it was Simon who was always staring down at me. He had lifted his white tank top up, revealing a smooth stomach that had a sexy looking bellybutton, two hard bubbled pecs, his large hands resting on them as he stared down at me, the leather bracelets dangling from his white-haired strong forearm. Scott had an arm around Simon, but he was looking upwards, staring at the ceiling, holding his own shirt up over his stomach. Scott’s dick tasted salty, but Simon’s was all man smelling with a sensitive head that made him shiver every time I popped it out of my mouth.
Then Simon leaned over and tugged at my collared shirt, peeling it off me as I shifted between cocks. Each hand of mine was on a cock as my mouth now shifted between the two. I felt Simon’s big hands pull at my fitted tee, lifting it from my waist and tugging it all the way up my body and over my head, forcing me to release all the cocks from my hands and mouth momentarily.
I went right back to them, taking in Simon’s cock in my mouth as his hand went to my back.
“Jesus, you’re hard and smooth.” He moaned over me, letting his hand glide up and down my back, until he was bent over me, both hands now feeling every bump of my body. Scott moved in closer so I could jerk his cock as I sucked on Simon’s. Then Simon pulled back, and Scott stepped in, taking my head in his hands and fed me his dick. “I’d love to fuck this ass.” I heard Simon’s deep voice suddenly say.
“Yeah? Seriously?” I heard Scott say just as quickly as he grabbed my head and started to really fuck my throat. “Oh fuck. That’d be hot!” He groaned, really pumping his cock down my throat.
I grabbed his legs and held on as he face-fucked me, forgetting all about Simon’s cock and where he was as Scott assaulted my mouth.
“FUCK!” He suddenly groaned out loudly and told me he was gonna cum.
I gagged as the first blast hit the back of my throat and I squeezed his massive thighs. I heard Simon roar behind me somewhere as Scott’s body rocked back and forth, filling my mouth with his sour load until he pulled out, leaving me choking and gasping for air, swallowing down the rest of his cream and placing my hands down on the ground.
“Go stand at the door. It’s my turn.” Simon said moving in front of me, not giving me much of a break as I watched his muscular legs and bare feet step in front of me. He grabbed my hair and held his hard dick out for me to attack again. I swallowed as I saw it face to face, and opened my mouth to suck some more.
I heard Scott’s movements, saw him grab his shorts from the corner of my eye and heard him getting dressed as Simon rocked his hips back and forth, his cock moving in and out of my mouth as his grip lightened and he played with my hair.
“Make sure no one comes up till I’m done.” He muttered, his legs bent a bit as he fed me. I heard Scott bound down the stairs and the door open and close.
And then Simon pulled out and bent down to me, grabbing my chin in his big hand. “Now it’s just you and me small fry.” He grinned, and then pulled me into his face and kissed me hard.
I was stunned, thinking this large hunk wouldn’t be into making out. But he stunned me even more when he moved around behind me and I felt his hands reach around me and grab my plaid shorts and undo them.
I froze on my hands and knees, looking back over my shoulder as I hoped Simon was going to do what he said he was going to do as he yanked my shorts down over my jock ass and pushed them to my knees. I lifted each leg as he worked them free, until I was completely naked in front of the hunk.
Two big hands then slapped my ass and squeezed. “Nice fuckin’ ass small fry.” Simon moaned behind me, giving me another sudden slap and squeeze. I could feel his fingers kneading my cheeks, and then that scruffy face was between them, and that thick tongue I had in my mouth moments before was now licking my hole.
I moaned, turning over my shoulder to see his large naked smooth body behind me, his blue eyes looking up at me as he rimmed my ass with a grin. I let my head hang down momentarily, enjoying the taste still of Scott’s cum.
Simon gave my ass another whelp before his tongue stopped working in my ass. “Fuckin’ right I’m going to fuck this ass.” He moaned before he spit into my hole and then shoved his tongue back into me.
I reached down and grabbed my own cock, slowly pulling on it as Simon began to finger and tongue my hole, until he was satisfied that I was ready.
After swallowing two loads, I was more than ready.
I felt the one large leg of Simon beside me. I turned over my shoulder again and watched his pecs flex as he lined that fat cock into my ass. He was surprisingly gentle as he pushed his way in, and I put my head down and could see his one foot pressed onto the floor. Simon’s hands grabbed my waist and he waited, letting out a low growl as I adjusted.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my hand on my own cock and stroking it as I felt myself opening up wide for this stud.
“Come on dude, let me in.” Simon’s big hand was on my shoulder as I moaned loudly as Simon pushed forward. I tried not to make any more sounds, worried that they might here me at the bottom of the stairs as I felt Simon’s pubes hit my backside, knowing he was all the way inside me now.
He started to fuck me hard as I planted my hands firmly on the floor. I braced myself, taking the pounding from behind by the massive tanned hunk. Until it suddenly stopped, and Simon withdrew.
“C’mere.” Simon said as he moved to the chair Jake had sat in and plopped his big naked body down, holding up his cock, waving it at me with a smile. “I want you to ride me.”
I barely had time to think as I stared at the muscled hunk sitting there, his big cock sticking straight up waiting for me. I moved fast, straddling him, positioning myself over his legs as I felt his hands caress my ass and gently hold me as I squatted back down on his cock. His blue eyes stared at me with a slight smile on his face as I felt him invade me once again, his ass shifting on the chair to make sure he was in a good position. He kept his hands on my backside and I grabbed his strong, wide shoulders.
“That’s it small fry. Fuckin’ ride my cock.” He grunted, helping me begin to move on him.
I gritted my teeth and glared down at him as I began to bounce. Simon’s big hand was suddenly on my face as he watched me. And then he grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me down to his face, kissing me hard as he stuffed his cock upwards into me. I felt my body tense as he fucked me like that, holding me by the face, kissing me as his feet pushed into the floor and he pounded me.
It was a fast, bunny like fuck from Simon, his lower half doing all the work as he held me in place.
Simon held my face, kissing me as he fucked me relentlessly. For such a large young stud, he was rather passionate. Simon stopped kissing me and watched me, his eyes wide, staring into mine, letting out a series of yeah! and fuckin’ hot! as he fucked me. I grabbed hold of his thick wrists, feeling the leather bracelets and white hairs on him and just held on, taking it. But then he released my face and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his body and he moved to get up.
I gasped, feeling his cock plunge even farther into me as he stood up with me impaled on his cock. Like a pro, he slid his arms under my legs and hoisted me up, his cock slipping out momentarily before he grabbed it with one hand and reinserted himself, holding me under my knees, and secured his stance.
I leaned into his body, feeling the power of him as he slowly moved me up and down, fucking me standing up. I felt used as this giant of a stud fucked me like this mercilessly. I closed my eyes and gripped his solid body, biting into the skin at my lips, moaning as he moved my body up and down on his cock.
I let my head roll back and I looked up at Simon’s face, to see him looking at me. He smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. I moaned into him, feeling his tongue slowly explore my mouth until he pulled back and then smiled at me.
He stopped moving and focused on the kiss, and then slowly turned me around and lifted me right off his cock and set me down on the floor. “Alright, on your back small fry. I wanna look at you when I nut in you.”
I watched Simon’s large body moving toward me as I laid down on the floor. He stepped in between me, and grabbed my legs and pushed them open with his thighs as he lined up his cock, smacking it against my leg a couple times before he let a large drop of saliva fall onto his thick cock. With a grin, he grabbed one leg and then pushed himself back into me, moving the other leg onto his massive shoulder.
He crawled in between me, moving his mouth to mine and kissed me as he slid into me. I moaned, because it felt so good, the width of his cock stretching me nicely but the length not digging into me like before. Slowly he started, moving in and almost out of me, driving me wild as he stopped kissing me to stare at me.
“I’m not pulling out. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you.” He whispered into my ear as he lifted my shoulders off the floor and slid his arms underneath me. I felt my body merging with his, his enormous one covering me completely, our legs entwined, my arms around his waist, my feet locked at the ankles around his ass as he slowly pumped his cock deep into me.
I groaned, feeling his hot breath on my neck as his pacing increased.
“I’m getting close.” He panted, and I pressed my body up against his, shoving my cock into his stomach, feeling the grinding against me, sending the signals to my brain that I was ready to cum too.
“Me too.” I whispered back, running my hand over his skull, feeling the hardness of his head and the short crew cut style hair flicking off my fingers as my other hand slid down to his beefy fuzzy ass working into me. He was pushing his cock so hard into me his ass clenched, and I could feel the muscles in it. I groaned again, pressing myself so hard against him I could feel the rise of my jizz in my dick. He was going to fuck the cum out of me.
“Yeah! You want it?” He grunted into my ear, licking it suddenly before he devoured it, moving his mouth sideways to find my open mouth. I moaned as we kissed, I gripped him so tight that I worked my cock against him, sending me past the point of no return.
I started to shake and groan and felt the first wave of my juice erupted from my cock between us as he grunted out his load into my ass. He kept kissing me, grinding his sweaty body on mine, filling my hole with his cum as mine spilled out of my dick. I was lost in him, feeling every muscle on his glistening body as he worked his orgasm to completion, pushing himself up on his hands, leaving my mouth and letting out a loud grunt as he gave a final thrust into me, holding his hips against me, proving to me that he didn’t need the biggest dick in the world to make me feel amazing.
I held onto his ass, staring up at his thick neck, the veins sticking out as his blue eyes found mine and he smiled down at me. “You’re fuckin’ hot small fry.”
I let my hands run up his sweaty back to his shoulders, then down the gigantic arms of his, feeling the white hairs on his arm before I gripped the large hands near my body. “So are you.” I let my head fall back on the floor as he backed up, pulling his cock out of me fast, making me wince at the feeling of emptiness as he did. I watched his legs work as he stood up, using a big hand to squeeze his cock and give it a shake.
I put a hand on my chest and tried to catch my breath when I heard the door to the attic open and Jake’s voice holler up.
“You guys alright?”
I shot upwards into a sitting position and looked up at Simon who was stepping into his underwear. “Yeah. Fine.”
Simon then reached a large hand down over me and I grabbed it to allow him to pull myself up. I saw him look around quickly, before he reached down and held out his tank top. “Here. Use this.” He started to pat my back, spinning me around to wipe up any cum I still had on me with it, before he handed it to me. I quickly patted the inside of my thighs as he slipped on his collared shirt, leaving it open, his smooth muscled torso now on display as he moved to his jeans and got himself dressed.
I could hear Jake talking at the bottom of the stairs to someone as I watched Simon step into his jeans, his big bare feet poking through at the end, mesmerizing me for a moment before I too started to get dressed. I turned to Simon and held out his tank top to him.
“Keep it.” He said, and started to button up his shirt over his beautiful body.
I didn’t know what to do with the tank, so I set it down as I finished getting dressed, and eventually shoved it into my shorts pocket.
Jake’s head appeared at the stairs. “I was worried you weren’t going to be able to take us all since you couldn’t find Todd.” Jake grinned up at us. I tried not to look too disheveled and just smiled back, shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh he took it alright.” Simon grunted, flopping down on the one chair as Jake leaned on the half wall on the stairs. I wondered just what Todd had set up, and where he disappeared to when Simon kept talking.
“He’s probably getting his big ass fucked by someone else.” Simon said, rubbing his chin, the sound of the stubble audible to me against his big fingers.
I thought of Todd, getting fucked, and almost shook my head. I didn’t think Todd was into that. “So you know about Todd?” I asked tentatively to Jake.
It was Simon that laughed. “Fuck yeah. Todd’s a hungry little slut. Has been for years. Said he had a little buddy that was equally hungry, but we didn’t believe him.” Simon winked at me again. “But I believe him now.”
Jake leaned his chin on his arms on the wall and stared over at me, his eyes now redder than ever. “He’s been sucking my dick for a few years now. Took a while for him to give up his ass. But he’s got one hot ass.”
“Small fry’s is better.” Simon said, leaning forward, those arms resting on his thighs.
“Did you fuck him?” Jake asked, lifting his chin from his forearm and giving an open mouth gaze to Simon.
Simon nodded. “Sure did. What can I say? I like smaller guys.” Simon was staring at me again, full on, those blue eyes boring into me.
I stood there, unsure of what to do, or picturing Todd taking it all, when I turned to look back at Jake. “Did you find Todd?”
Jake shook his head. “Nope. Scott’s still hunting. Why? You want some more cock?” He took a few more steps up the stairs and leaned again on the wall, folding his arms over his chest. “I know a few more guys that would love a blow job from that hot mouth.”
Simon shot him a look. “Leave him alone. He’s had enough, haven’t you?”
I gave a small shrug and grinned at Simon.
Simon grinned back. “Cause if you want more I can have another go at you.”
“Woa, easy bro.” Jake suddenly said.
Simon gave Jake a frown but didn’t move. “Easy Jake. He can take it. He took it pretty good already. I bet he’s up for more.”
Simon sort of rubbed his jeans with his hands as he stared at me. Then he turned back to Jake. “But if you want to go find Todd, be my guest. Leave this one all to me then.”
I gave a snort and sat down in my chair beside Simon, who leaned forward again and put a hand on my leg and slid his hand downward to the inside, giving it a friendly pat before leaving it there. “Fuck Todd. I’ll take small fry here again any time. Smooth like a woman, but takes it like a man!”
I turned to face Simon, who was smiling at me with a sudden stupid look, his own blue eyes now obviously high, slightly puffy and red, as he grinned at me.
Simon’s boys were swimming inside my guts. Jake’s load was down my throat. And so was NHL’s Scott Shaw. This could turn out to be the best end of the summer I would ever have.
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