Dylan Jones was a very handsome 18-year-old young man. He had a gym body he'd worked on since His freshman year in high school. His parents were off on vacation, and he was bored and sweating in the heat. Jones was devoted to his body. That day the August summer heat was pushing 100 degrees. Though he had begged his parents to build an in-ground pool they refused.
Their neighbors, two gay guys, had a beautiful pool they rarely used. He checked to see if their cars were in the driveway. He looked over the stone wall to see if there was anyone about. When he decided the coast was clear he climbed over the stone wall. Quickly he stripped naked and jumped into the cool pool.
Homeowners Brett and Chris were lounging around the TV when they heard a splash. Chris moved to the sliding glass door quickly and discovered their neighbor's son, Dylan, had just jumped in without asking permission.
"Let's teach him a lesson." Brett went to the master bedroom sliding doors, where Dylan dropped his cargo shorts, underwear and t-shirt. Dylan was faced away which gave Brett time to open the slider quietly and grab Dylan's clothes. He returned to the living room but not before he held Dylan's white briefs to his nose. The young man's aroma was intoxicating.
As planned Chris loudly opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out into the patio. "What the fuck are you doing, dude?"
Panic spread across Dyaln's youthful face. "I'm ... I'm sorry. I was so hot."
"Get out of out of the pool or I'm calling the police."
Dylan swam to where he'd dropped his clothes and discovered they were gone. He panicked.
"Get out of the pool!"
Cupping his cock and balls he used the pool stairs to exit out of the pool. Buck naked he stood before Brett and Chris trembling. They marched him into their house.
"I'm calling your parents."
"They're on vacation. I ... I'm so sorry. May I have a towel please. My clothes are gone."
Sporting a devilish smile Brett looking the young man up and down said, "You have a nice body, kid."
"I'm not gay." He defended himself. "May I have a towel, please?"
"No! We're going to teach you a lesson boy."
Chris and Brett took him to their guest bedroom and handcuffed him to the headboard naked. "Please let me go."
Brett grabbed Chris and they began making out. Slowly taking off their clothes until they were naked. Both men had rock hard cocks. Their hands explored each other. Chris knelt down and began sucking Brett's large cock.
Mortified, Dylan tried to turn away, but his curiosity got the better of him. As he watched the blowjob. He heard himself say, "Oh no." The two men made love in front of him
"You have a nice body, kid. You work out?"
"Yes." Then added, "I'm not gay."
While Brett towel dried the young man Chris stated in a seductive voice. "You have a nice ass too, kid."
"I'm not gay. I'm sorry. I was so hot. The water looked so cool."
"Yes ... you are hot!"
Chris used his professor voice, "You're going to do exactly what we say or we're going to call the police."
"Look don't call the cops. I'll do whatever you want."
With a wicked smile, Brett responded. "Anything?"
Dylan became aware of his own cock at this time. He started getting a boner. "Oh, God." He whispered. "No! Please. Not now." he said to himself. His own body betraying him.
Chris noticed first. "You're getting a hard-on, kid. So, what's with the ... "I'm not gay"
"Just bullshit!" Brett spit out!
At a loss for words Dylan dropped his head down in abject shame. "I'll do anything gay, just don't call the police."
Brett left the room abruptly. Chris approached their hostage. He bent down and took Dylan's hard cock in his mouth sucking softly at first.
Brett returned with poppers, a fresh towel and a tube of Astro Glide.
"His pre-cum tastes great." Chris announced. "I bet his ass is virgin tight.
"Have you ever been fucked, boy?"
"No. Not yet." Dylan confessed.
Brett smiled. "Have you thought about it?"
"Yes. A lot. Every night. I see images from the locker room. Naked wrestlers my age. A coach who both frightens me and turns me on."
"When you jerk-off what or who are you thinking of ...?"
"My coach. Coach Davis. If he knew I had these gay feeling he'd drop me from the team. Tell my parents and my life would be in ruin."
"What sport?"
"Wrestling."
"Excuse me," Chris abruptly left the room. He grabbed his phone on the way out."
Brett asked smiling. "Have you ever been kissed?"
"No."
Brett leaned over. His lips inches from Dylan's lips. He paused. Dylan's eyes widened. And then he kissed Dylan. Deeply. Passionately. Their tongues intertwined doing a mambo in his mouth. At the same time, Brett grabbed Dylan's raging seven-inch dick and started slowly jerking him off. The passionate kiss ended. Dylan was shaking from the pleasure he did not allow himself to feel or think about before.
"The handcuffs hurt. Please take them off. Please. I won't try to run."
Brett removed the cuffs. Dylan did not bolt. He did not move. His cock wavered like a flag in the wind. Smiling Brett swallowed the young man's pretty cock. Dylan moaned loudly. He began breathing heavy and squirming on the bed. In under three minutes Brett was swallowing the lad's thick white load of cum. The cum of youth. It tasted like manna from heaven.
Brett kissed Dylan on the forehead affectionally. His own cock leaking a lot of pre cum. To his surprise Dylan reached out a finger and scooped up a small amount of precum off of Brett's cockhead and put it in his mouth.
"Yeah, you're not gay." Brett sarcastically stated. "What's your fantasy?"
"I saw a gay porn on the internet where a young guy was pinned down by his football coach and got fucked, really fucked. I jacked off so hard my dick hurt that night."
"That's one hell of a fantasy."
They heard the front door open. Seconds later in walked Chris with Coach Davis. Davis and Chris worked at the same college and they were friends.
"Oh my God!" screeched Dylan. He was shaking.
Coach Davis removed his t-shirt and pulled down his sweats revealing a large cock stuffed into a jockstrap dripping with pre-cum. "I've wanted to fuck you since you tried-out for the wrestling team, Dylan, you hot motherfucker." He took his jock off and covered Dylan's face. Dylan was intoxicated by the aroma of Coach. Naked the Coach laid on top of Dylan and kissed him deeply him. Dylan moaned loudly as their cocks collided.
Chris handed the Coach a tube of Astro Glide. He applied some on his wrestler's butthole and his own dick. Brett gave the poppers to Dylan. Both Chris and Brett jacked each other off watching. Dylan took a hit of poppers. Coach gently entered Dylan's butthole. As the Coaches' fat cock went up Dylan's hole the young swimmer took deep breaths and moaned. Coach increased his speed. "Fuck me, Coach. Fuck me hard! I can take it."
Chris and Brett got on the bed in a sixty-nine position as Dylan started to cum. Coach pounded the young man's hole until he was ready to shoot. He pulled out and then shoved his dripping dick into Dylan's mouth who savored every drop.
The three men took turns nailing's Dylan's sweet hole all night long.
