Second Year: Back on Campus

Boy Going Wild

During the first weekend, there were a few hot looking dads that I spotted as we unpacked cars and loaded in the stressed out kids. Most were too focused on their families, and all it did was leave me hornier than ever. For the first three days all I did was carry crap to dorm rooms for nervous students as I eyed some of their hot 40-year-old dads. It only made me reminisce about the owner of O’Toole’s, Mike Gallagher and his porn worthy fuck against his office door. Watching some stocky men just made me realize I needed it again. And I was determined to enjoy this year.

We had many events during that first Frosh Week as we called it, lots of opportunities for new students to get a taste of freedom and let loose. Naturally I found myself in the vicinity of O’Toole’s, and when I knew I wouldn’t be missed any longer, I took my semi-drunk self to the crowded bar. Our team had encouraged our new meat to visit the bar, letting them know it was a place to be and as it turned out, it was. There was a long line to get in, two meaty bouncers at the front of a long line of loud students waiting to get in.

It was already midnight, so I was surprised by the line. But my face lit up when I recognized Cody, the bartender as one of the bouncers at the front. Resuming my cocky personality from the week before, I sauntered up to the front, feeling eyes on my muscular physique on display in my shorts and tight red tee and went right up to Cody.

He frowned down at me as I tapped his shoulder until a glimmer of recognition came over him. “Oh hey there. I know you.” He said with a grin. “You looking to slip in?”

I gave a chin wag to the bar and crossed my arms across my chest, my biceps pushed out under my fists. Cody’s eyes flicked down to them briefly. “Is your boss in there tonight?”

There was a moment of something in his face, and he sort of gave a little chuckle before he took a step to the side and bent down to my ear. “Not anymore. He was but he’s gone to another club for a little more…” He looked around to see if anyone was listening before he continued, “…action.”

Cody stood up tall again and put his own arms across his chest. He had big arms, giving me a rather nice view as I stared up at him wondering exactly what he meant. “Oh yeah? Which club?”

He laughed this time, outright and then turned his body away from the crowd behind him and spoke quietly to me once again. “You probably wouldn’t know it, but I’m sure you’d like it. You should check it out. It’s open all night and you’d probably do very well in there.” He smiled at me and stood up tall again, looking down at me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Is Mike there now?”

He grunted. “Yeah. He just left. I’m meeting him there in about an hour when I’m off. Why? Were you hoping to see his office again?”

I felt my body freeze as he grinned at me. I played dumb, and gave him a look, noticing his eyes were checking out my body. Before I could say anything, Cody continued.

“Look, go check it out. Trust me, I think you’ll enjoy yourself. If you were coming to talk to Mike again in his office, then you’ll definitely want to find him at this place. If he’s not already busy. But make sure you’re ready. It’s not the kind of club I’m sure you’re used to. And if you’re still there when I get there, maybe you’ll bump into me, or I’ll bump into you.” He grinned again, and leaned in to tell me the name and address. He pointed out the direction it was in, thumbing towards the outskirts of the downtown area. I wasn’t too familiar with this area, as this wasn’t my city. But I figured I’d be able to find it with a cab at least.

I gave him a thumbs up and started to move away when I heard him yell back at me.

“I’ll see you there then!” He was still staring at me as I walked away from O’Toole’s and found a cab parked up a bit. It was only a short 5 minute drive, but the area I was in left a little to the imagination. It wasn’t as busy as the area I had just left, and it was somewhat dark and eerie. There was a small red door with the name above it with no flashing lights, no bouncers on the outside, or even any indication it was a club at all. There was a tattoo parlour beside it, and another dark but booming bar on the other side. But no crowd, no indication whatsoever that this was even a bar or a club.

Feeling still confident from the drinks I had earlier, I tried to the door and wandered inside. There was a long black hallway that lead to another red door, with the name of the club plastered on it. As I got closer to that door, I could hear the thumping of music from within. I opened that one and found myself in a square corridor, a window to the left like a movie entrance with a white haired guy with facial piercings and spikey hair on the other side and two huge guys standing at the entrance of next door where I could hear loud music playing on the other side.

White spikey hair guy smiled at me with widened eyes. “Welcome.” He said simply. “First time?”

I had a flashback of the “spa” that I had been taken to back home. But this one seemed a little more frightening, especially with the two big guys at the door. One was massive, a gigantic black man, with a dark beard and dyed blonde hair which really made him stick out. He was wearing a black tank top, that looked like it had been poured over his thick muscular build. A thick silver rope chain hung around his sculpted shoulders, shiny silver rings on a couple fat fingers that rested clasped together at his crotch. Beside him was an equally built, but shorter Asian guy with a stern look. He gave me the once over, his smooth arms folded over his black T-shirt, two massive biceps poking out.

I turned to the window, to the pierced guy waiting for me and nodded. “Is there a cover or something?” Maybe this wasn’t like the spa I had been at before. Maybe this was something else. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I stood there staring at the guy.

“Ten-dollar cover and ID. And I like the university jock look.” He smiled, the piercing on his lip catching my attention.

“Well, I am in university.” I said as I pulled out my wallet to check my status of cash and fumble for my ID. I hesitated to ask any more questions but got a lusty smile from the guy.

“Then you’ll do fine in there. It’s Leather Night so there’s a lot of Daddy’s in there for you University Boy.” He slipped my ID back and pointed to the big guys at the next door.

The black guy blocked the way, giving me an evil stare down as I approached, until he purposely stepped slowly to the side, not making much room for me as the Asian bodybuilder opened the door for me. Neither one of them spoke to me, but I could hear a low grumble from the black guy. I looked up at him as I stepped around him, seeing a cocky grin on his face and he looked down at me. He looked to be a whole foot taller, and double the size of me. I swallowed hard, wondering what was waiting for me on the other side.

“You sure you’re in the right place boy?” The Asian said to me. I turned to look at him, noting how hot he was, if only a few inches bigger than me. I could see the thick veins on his smooth arms and up his neck as he gave me a look, before he licked his lips and gave me a condescending look.

“I think so.” I mumbled, hearing him chuckle behind me.

“Well if you want to be sure, let me know. I’ll put you in the right place.” I looked over my shoulder at him and he grabbed his bulge in his pants, laughing at me with a cocky grin before the door closed and I found myself in the middle of a rather crowded bar area, the loud bass heavy beat thumping into my brain.

I noticed right away the two rather wet looking, mostly naked, young guys dancing on either end of a flashing disco type dance area that wasn’t very big, but was full with half naked bodies. All men. All various sizes and shapes. To the right were high tables and an area with a pool table where a group of jocks were. All of the tables had empty bottles and drinks, and were full. At the far end was the traditional bar area, lined with more guys along the length of the bar as two bartenders worked fast. Several guys floated around the bar area, all of them turning to see me standing there. Many were half dressed, either shirtless, or in tight shorts and black boots, or in full leather. Some were in shirts and ties, loosened around their necks with their sleeves rolled up, some dressed regularly in jeans with big black boots on, or leather shorts and tees like me. I looked again at the dance floor, with all the sweaty bodies gyrating, some men kissing openly, while most danced like they didn’t care who was watching.

It felt good to be in a place like this. I suddenly felt okay, and almost free from all inhibitions as a large guy with a leather harness and a furry chest walked by me, checking me out. He was a stocky looking man, all bearded and bearish, and I couldn’t help but follow his gaze as he passed me, checking out his smooth round ass in his leather chaps.

There were my kind of men all around me, from the built muscled men to the younger university jocks like me. I didn’t recognize a soul, but I was here for one man: Mike Gallagher.

The flashing lights on the dance floor made me study the area a little more closely, taking in the dancers lost in their own movements as guys near them leered at them openly, whistling and calling out to them I suddenly wondered if this was what Mike meant when he said I could make a lot of money dancing at a club he knew. Mike’s words made me look around carefully, but I couldn’t see the hunky married man anywhere.

I turned back to the bar and decided I better get a drink to feel a little more at ease. I noticed beside the bar there was a long hallway that lead further back, with a couple of doors and a sign to the washrooms. As I approached the bar, I could hear grunts and cheers coming from that hallway, even over the music, through a couple of doorless rooms. The first room had its own flashes of light emitting from it, like a movie was playing in it. And I figured the noises coming from that room were from whatever was playing in there.

I was overwhelmed by the music and the scene, making me almost dizzy as I realized I could smell weed.  Who knew there was a place like this here in my university town? If only I had known about this last year.

I moved over to the bar and a bare chested bar tender caught my eyes on him and stepped over to me. He was a youngish guy, 20-something and blonde, both nipples pierced with a severe looking brush cut. He looked like a skinhead, all tough and mean, but his voice didn’t match the look.

“What can I get you stud?” It was almost lispy, with a higher pitch than I expected. I ordered a beer and turned to see many eyes watching me. The leather bear was now at the end of the bar outright staring at me, with his leather harness and chaps, thick hairy arms looking rather powerful, one big black boot resting on the rail underneath the bar top, the dark beard and thick eyebrows painting a rather intense stare at me. Another guy off in the distance was in a shirt and tie, his suit jacket on the chair behind him, his sleeves rolled up, standing in the corner holding a beer bottle and nervously looking at me. He looked fit and trim, and his clean-shaven look reminded me of the lawyer who nailed me in the bathroom back home. I could see the wedding ring on his finger and new why he was nervous.

There were a group of three guys at the pool table, casually eyeing me as well as they played. They looked to be about my age, and probably jocks like me given their stocky athletic builds. I took my beer bottle from the bartender and threw a bill down which he snapped up, and I turned back to the dance area, watching all these men moving. I glanced at the leather man at the other end of the bar who gave me a slow nod before lifting his own beer to his thick lips, tantalizing me by opening his mouth slowly and making a show of bringing the long neck of the bottle to his thick lips, almost grinning at me. I noticed the door at the entrance opening, and another man walked in, wearing a leather cap and jacket, bare chest and hard belly showing in between the open coat. He did a quick scan and then moved directly towards me to the bar.

I slipped sideways, towards the end of the bar near the hallway, and noticed the sounds again coming from that flashing room. It sounded like someone was getting fucked good and hard, and I wondered if it was a porno being shown, or something live. I peered down the hallway, and noticed a stocky guy enter from the opposite side nearer the washroom sign from a closed door. He was wearing a leather vest, undone, showing a thick muscular smooth build underneath. He had a pair of snug fitting jeans that housed a chunky ass. He was clean shaven, with a full head of wavy brown hair. His eyes fixated on me, and a smile spread across his face as he walked directly up to me.

“Hey there.” His smile warmed me as he placed a big hand on my lower back. “Wondering if you’d like to come with me to a private room in the back?”

I grabbed my bottle and moved away from him. “Uh, sorry I just got here….”

He held out his hand for a handshake. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I’m Brent, the owner.” He was a handsome man, in his 40s easily with that hot DILF look, taller than me and had a muscular stocy build. Not gym sculpted muscular, but solid and tough looking. “We saw you come in…” his eyes went upwards as if he was talking without thinking, and paused before he continued, “I mean I can see everyone who enters on my screen in my office, and I have a buddy back there who recognized you.”

I shook his hand as he talked, and suddenly wondered if he meant Mike. My eyes flicked down to the big bulge in his pants, and the bare hunky flesh underneath his leather vest. “Do you mean Mike?” I asked tentatively.

He smiled wider. “Let’s just say he’s waiting for you?” He held my hand in his, and I should’ve felt some concern. Instead, I took a swig from the bottle of beer for more liquid courage and gave Brent another shake of the hand.

"Alright then."

Brent let go of my hand and I started to follow, turning back slightly to see the leather man standing up straight watching me go, his hairy pecs puffed out. He frowned at me, rather disappointed it seemed, as did the nervous suit guy. I also noticed the jocks at the pool table watching, and with a glance at the back door, the Asian guy was also standing there in the open doorway watching me go. For only being in the bar for 5 minutes, it seemed my 19 year old self had caught the attention of a few guys. I suddenly felt scared as Brent led me down the dark hallway to the very end, to a door that was slightly open, a spill of soft light leading me to the crack of the opening. But if Mike was waiting for me, it was well worth the fear and the relief from the preying eyes of the men in the club.

Brent pushed the door open wider, revealing a dim room with a bed in the middle, a sling beside it, a small table and tables off to the side and a series of chains and straps hanging from the walls all around the room. It looked like some sort of dungeon. But my focus wasn’t on the things hanging from the walls, or the bed for that matter. It was the blindfolded muscular man in nothing but a pair of black briefs strapped to the end of the bed, standing facing me at the doorway that caught my attention.

I recognized the moustache, the stubble, the build. His practically naked body was exactly how I pictured it, a fine display of light hair across his massive pecs with two perfectly round pink nipples. A flat stomach, trim waist, and two beefy thighs shoulder width apart tied at the ankles to the bed posts. His arms were straight down, tied at the wrists to the same posts, muscles flexed as if he was straining for release. His dimpled chin was lifted, his straight nose pointing down at me and a sexy grin was apparent. There was a black blindfold across his eyes but I knew that face. It was the owner of the O’Toole’s bar, Mr. Mike Gallagher, in the flesh.

“I heard this was a request you wanted?” Brent said as he shut the door behind him.

I turned to see Brent smiling, folding his beefy arms across his smooth barrel chest. I heard Mike clear his throat.

“Is that Brian?” He pulled at the straps, his veins and biceps popping.

“It is.” I said, licking my lips as I took in the sight of his amazing manly body. He really did look like the porn star Samuel Colt, from head to toe. And my eyes were staring down at his thick bare feet, the lines from his toes leading up to his curvy legs. Here was a man who worked out hard and had the body to show for it.

He turned his face towards me. “Brent saw you come in and when I looked it was such a pleasant surprise. So, here I am, all tied up and ready to be licked just like you said you wanted.”

I could feel my insides flipping. He was right, I did say that to him when I left his office.

“Mind if I watch?” Brent grabbed one of the chairs and moved it to the corner. “After all Mike and I were already in the middle of something when you caught his attention.” He grinned and sat down, spreading his legs and resting one hand on his chin as the other grabbed his bulge.

I didn’t care what Brent did at this point. I wanted to get at Mike, all tied up and waiting to be worshipped as if they had read the fantasies in my mind. This hot married man, mine for the taking. Only a few days ago Mike took me, completely clothed in his office. I didn’t get a chance to enjoy him as he fucked me up against the door as my friends drank and danced in the bar. Here we were, in a different bar, in a different room, but now, I was in control.

I took a long swig of beer as I drank in his body with my eyes, wondering where I would start first. His meaty feet looked like the right place, but his moustached mouth was hanging open begging to be kissed. I took another drink, summoning up the courage to begin, and put the bottle down on the table beside the bed and stepped up to him.

“Yeah go get him boy.” I heard Brent say from the sidelines.

Mike smelled amazing still, that woody scent coming from the middle of his chest, his own musky manly aroma wafting from his pits that were outstretched. I heard him exhale before he took in a deep breath.

“Yeah boy. I can smell you. Have at it.” He leaned forward a bit, breathing in again as I was a mere inches from him. I looked up, studying the little dimple in his chin, seeing the small stubbled hairs on his jaw before I surprised him with a kiss on his thick bottom lip. He groaned, pulling at the restraints and found my mouth with his tongue. I resisted touching him, just enjoyed the sounds and feeling as we kissed rather intensely before I backed off, leaving him open mouthed and begging for more, stretching his neck forward as he blindly waited for my next move. I watched his tongue hang out, a smile on his lips as he laughed.

“Yeah boy. I knew you were a fuckin’ tease.”

I grabbed his pecs firmly, hearing more exhalations from him. He pushed into me, raising his chest as I groped him. He felt so solid, the hairs under my fingers painting the picture of a man in my grasp. I let my hands move over the roundness of his chest, feeling the muscles flexing at my touch, his pecs dancing for me as he let his head bob backwards enjoying my hands on him as he strained in his bound arms. I moved my hands upwards, feeling the caverns of his shoulders and neck, the way the veins protruded, the bumps of his traps and mountainous peaks. He was a thick built man. And I was going to enjoy this.

I let my hands move around to his back, feeling the ripples of muscles along the way to the curve of his round ass. He hissed as my hands went lightly around his rump, the material of the black briefs feeling just as smooth as his back. I knelt down, eyeing the rock-hard erection going sideways in those briefs threatening to bust out. The waistband was off his waist, slightly open, as his thick cock practically protruded from the top. I could see a dark spot where the head was, letting me know he was leaking cum for me already.

I let my hand move gingerly around to the front to feel the hardness of him, making him shake and groan, pushing his hips froward into my hand, pleading with me silently to take it out. But my hands moved downwards, over his massive thighs, feeling the tree trunk legs he had, admiring how solid and thick they felt. Until my hands went down to his feet, over the top, to the end of his toes and he flinched.

“Fuck boy, you’re driving me wild.” He grunted above me. “I can’t remember the last time anyone touched me like this!”

I snorted at this thought, thinking if I was his wife, I’d have him tied to a bed every night to enjoy his body. What a waste to her, I thought as I knelt down even lower, and kissed the top of his foot. My tongue came out and I began to lick each toe, making him squirm, before my tongue started to make its way up his body. I tasted every inch of this man, from every smooth surface to the hairy parts. Travelling up each vein, then over mounds of muscle. I kissed, licked, bit, and growled. I wanted to know every part of him, to taste each area, and to make him shiver in ecstasy as I worshipped his amazing body. He squirmed when I licked his feet, he moaned when I flicked my tongue over his nipples, he growled when I breathed in his pits, and he shivered uncontrollably when I playfully licked his neck.

He was grunting and pulling on the restraints by the time I had my fill, his cock head now peeking out the top of his underwear. At last, I finally made my way back to his midsection, and freed the monster. It fell out, hanging heavily in front of me, rising at the sensation of the cool air and elongating to its full mast. A thick drop of precum was oozing out of him, the dark wet spot apparent on his briefs. Since his legs were tied up I couldn’t slide them down his legs. Instead, I pulled at them hard, stretching the material in my hands and heard the tear begin before I grunted and ripped them right off his body.

“Fuck YES!” He groaned from above, lifting his head to the ceiling, giving me a view of his muscular frame from my kneeling position at his feet.

I looked up at the drop of cum on his cock and licked it quickly, making him pull back in shock, his cock rising even more. He was so hard, and his dick was now pointing straight up, aching to be grabbed, licked, sucked. And like the good boy I felt I was at this young age of almost 20, I was ready.

I opened my mouth and took it in, deep, gagging at how fast I took him, and how thick and hard he was. I went up on my knees and grabbed that thicker base as he grunted over me. Hungrily, I started to suck him like a hungry puppy, working my hand around the shaft and slurping up and down that mighty piece. Just like I had asked, here was this man, all tied up for me to lick and taste all over, ending with his cock in my mouth, sucking him like a wild animal as he grunted and pulled at the restraints.

Until he begged me to stop.

“Please, wait.” He panted over me, trying to pull his hips backwards. The pop sound of his dick leaving my lips filled the room followed by a moan from my own throat.

“Don’t stop now.” Brent pleaded, heavily breathing as his dark eyes started at me. I noticed Brent now, in the corner, madly stroking his own dick. He had a pink looking cock, with a bit of extra skin telling me he was uncut. It looked heavy and long, an impressive piece of meat. His vest was off, leaving his upper body on display, that smooth stocky body, big meaty pecs hanging over a small round hard gut. His pants were at his knees, two thick smooth thighs shining white against his dark pants. “I’m enjoying this.”

Mike moaned. “I need to fuck him. Undo these.” He pulled at the straps. “Please, let me fuck you again. I want to cum in that hot ass!”

I smiled and stood up, seeing Brent sit up a bit more, still fisting his dick.

“Take your clothes off boy.” Brent commanded, giving a nod to me.

“Take my blindfold off first!” Mike begged, his muscles flexing again as he yanked again. “How fucking tight did you tie these?” He asked, turning to the sound of Brent moving in the corner.

Brent just laughed as I stepped up and reached around Mike’s thick skull and found the knot. I couldn’t resist kissing Mike again as my fingers fumbled with the knot, hearing him moan into my throat, his tongue digging into me and flicking about as I successfully undid the blindfold and freed his eyes. He blinked quickly, seeing me and grinning wide.

He groaned, and leaned into me again, kissing me hard, keeping his eyes open as we did to watch me.

“Glad to see you again so soon you fuckin’ stud.” He grunted at me, his voice gravelly and full of lust. “Now you can get out of those clothes. I wanna watch.” His eyes lowered, peering at me under his thick brows and licked his lips.

I took a step back and faced him, ignoring the sounds of Brent tugging on his dick, and kicked off each shoe before peeling off one sock at a time, standing barefoot in front of this married tied up hunk. I lifted my shirt from the bottom, stretching my torso up to reveal the smoothness of my body, peeling the shirt off my head and shucking it to the side. Like a stripper, I flicked open the button of my shorts and did a slow turn, showing off my ass as I undid the zipper before facing Mike again, and slowly began to push them down my tanned muscular legs, leaving my white boxer briefs on. My cock was hard, thick in my underwear, pointing off to the right aching to be freed just like Mike’s. In one quick move, I shoved them down, a slapping sound being heard as my heavy cock smacked upwards against my washboard abs.

I heard both Mike and Brent groan loudly. Mike pulled on the arm restraints, his biceps fully bulged and huge. “Get me out of this so I can fuck you. It’s my turn now!”

I moved around to his left side and bent down, undoing each leg tie slowly. As each limb was freed, he stretched out his body parts, until the last restraint came off and he lunged at me, grabbing me forcefully and kissing me with a renewed passion before he lifted me and tossed me to the bed. I thought he was going to come at me fast, like he did in his office at the bar a few nights ago. But instead, he pushed my legs up, bending me in half and lifted my smooth ass upwards as I laid on my back and buried his face into it, hungrily licking and rimming my hole like a man possessed.

I held my ass up for him, curled up in a ball underneath him with my knees at my ears as he went to town. I heard Brent moaning something from the corner, but Mike’s eyes were looking up at me as his thick tongue moistened my pulsing ass lips.

“You wanna get fucked tonight? Eh?” He asked, giving my ass a full-on tongue bath and prying me open with it. His moustache tickled the sensitive skin around my hole, and I pulled my cheeks apart to give him more access. “FUCK what a sweet tasting ass. You’re in for a fuckin’ treat tonight!”

With that he moved forward with his knees, his big legs beside me and lowered my ass down to meet his cock. I watched him drop a thick dollop of spit onto my puckered ass. He rubbed it with his own cock head and then simply began to shove it inside me.

My head fell back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling as I felt him penetrate me, pushing his bare cock into my throbbing hole. And as he raised himself up, he drove it in, holding my ankles to assist in his entry. I gripped my own ass, holding myself there as he shoved his hips forward, splitting my legs wider sideways until he was all the way in me.

“There we go!” He moved his legs under my ass, wiggling himself into me to make me open wider, pushing down on my legs so I was flattened against the bed. His big chest was pushed together above me, and he looked down at me as he paused for me to relax. “Now you’re just like I wanted: naked in bed to have my way with you.” And he started to fuck me.

I don’t know how long he pounded my hole. I was flipped around by this massive hunk for what seemed like forever. He had started me on my back, but then I was turned sideways, then forced onto my stomach and pulled by the hair as he drilled my ass. My naked body was used by him, but we never left the bed. I almost forgot about Brent until he was standing over top of us, me on my back as Mike fucked me on his knees, pulling my body into him as I flailed about. Brent was now naked, his stocky smooth body looking like a retired football player over me, jerking his cock over my chest as he egged Mike on.

“Yeah fuck his ass Mike. Breed his little cunt deep!” Brent stopped jerking suddenly, and just let his cock bob above me as he watched his friend pound me senseless. Mike moaned out louder, seeing his friend over me and really rammed his cock into me.

I clawed at his back, feeling my ass getting used something fierce as he lowered himself and clutched my body tight. “I’m going to cum in you.” Mike moaned into my neck. His humping increased and I felt him let go, shaking spastically and letting himself flood my tunnel walls. He moaned in my ear, bucking wildly until he was spent, and then unceremoniously pulled himself out and crawled backwards off the bed.

I lay there, feeling my ass gaping and oozing his load, trying to catch my breath, listening to the heavy beat of the house music coming from the other side of the closed door where a bar existed with a slew of men. I didn’t even touch my cock, nor had I exploded just yet. I was too spent, enjoying the sensation of just getting royally fucked by this hot married man, practically drifting away lying on the bed. But the feeling of calm and emptiness only lasted for a moment, as the bed shifted around me.

I opened my eyes and saw the smooth stocky figure of Brent moving between my legs, I felt his hands on my left leg, pulling it towards his chest, spreading my legs open as he lined up his uncut cock into my begging hole.

“No wait….” I started to say but he just pushed in me.

I could see Mike’s muscular hairy body as he paced the bottom of the bed, watching me getting stuffed again already by his friend. Mike’s cock was still thick and hanging in front of him, glistening in the dim light. Brent pulled me up and into his body, his cock punching into me all the way. He turned my lower body sideways, pushing my right leg over and held me down with both hands and rose up on his knees to start to fuck me. I turned to look at his handsome face, now a mix of concentration and lust. It hurt, and I winced in pain as I grabbed his left pec as if to push him away, but instead just clutched it and hung on. He was fucking me fast and furiously, so he wasn’t going to last long.

I felt his fingers dig into my side as he groaned out that he was going to breed my boy cunt. I closed my eyes, feeling my body being rocked hard and slammed deep. I just waited for him to be finished. With one sudden hard thrust into me, he growled loudly and stopped his movements. I opened my eyes to see his meaty chest at my face as he stretched out over me and exploded his load into my used ass. He panted over me, letting his head loll over me, his forehead coming to rest momentarily on my shoulder before he quickly removed himself from me and jumped backwards off the bed.

“Holy fuck that is a hot ass!” He yelled, stomping over to the side and finding a towel from a cupboard against the wall. He tossed it to Mike first, who caught it and used it to wipe his brow first, before his chest and then down his abs to his thick cock. He then tossed it back to Brent who was squeezing his cock, milking out another drop of cum. Brent wiped himself off quickly and then flung the towel at me.

“Here you go boy. Clean yourself up and catch your breath.” It landed on me, and I sat up a bit, feeling weak and sore. I hadn’t even cum yet, and my cock was thick and my balls were full. I watched the two men, one toned, hairy and ripped, the other meaty and thick, smooth and white. I saw Brent move to the desk in the corner and pull out a package. Mike smiled at me and wiped his forehead with his hand.

“You okay?”

I gingerly wiped my body, trying to decide if I was mad that he had let Brent fuck me right after, or if it was hot as I took in the sight of the handsome friend, all smooth and stocky.

“Yeah. That was hot.” I admitted, giving Brent a slight grin as I grabbed my throbbing cock which was still aching for release. “But I need to cum before my balls burst.”

“Not yet. We’re not done with you yet.” Mike said, sitting down on the bed beside me. Then Brent was at my side, snuggling up to me and brought a pinky finger up to my nose.

“Here. Take a sniff.” I froze but couldn’t help but breathe in. I snorted and coughed as the substance went up my nostrils, suddenly scared but Mike was at my face, licking my lips and moaning.

I was surrounded by both big men, Mike holding my chin and trying to kiss me as Brent’s big body curled up behind me. “Yeah stud. Take another hit.” Brent brought his finger up to my nose again and this time when I looked down I could see the white powder before I snorted it in to my other nostril.

“Is that cocaine?” I asked stupidly, grabbing my nose and trying to stop coughing. I felt my head spinning already as this was my first taste of the hard drug.

Still holding my own nose, I watched Brent take a hit, before he poured some for Mike, who snorted it off Brent’s finger like I did. Mike grabbed his nose and squeezed, shutting his eyes and taking it in before he shook his head and opened his eyes wide. Then he grinned, pulled my head into his and kissed me again.

“FUCK!” He yelled out suddenly, giving me a quick little slap on the cheek and jumped off the bed. Brent joined him giggling and stepped back into his pants.

“Now let’s let that sink in and see what else we can do!” Brent stepped into his boots, leaving the room completely shirtless as Mike continued to pace around, barefoot in his pants, his bare torso glistening still from his sweat, watching me lay there unable to move as I waited for the drug to take effect.