Turning Chase

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Chapter 11

Chase Huxley sat on the steps outside the local retirement home, feeling all out of sorts. A full week had passed since his return from training camp in San Antonio. He had been looking forward to spending the next two days in Houston with his stepdad. Around the same time as when he planned the camping trip, Ryan had also booked a hotel room for him and Chase to spend a weekend cheering on the  Houston Astros at their home stadium. As with the camping trip, Ryan had planned for the Houston trip to help Chase get over the recent breakup with his ex, Sara.

But this morning, Ryan said he was feeling under the weather, and that Chase should see if any of his buddies could go with him instead. Chase felt unusually disappointed at this, primarily because he was worried that his previous rendezvous with his stepdad during their camping trip might have permanently ruined their father-son relationship.

The day immediately following their night of passionate love-making, things felt surprisingly normal, traveling to the airport and flying back to Austin. Both men were able to act as if nothing happened and spent the day chatting about sports and joking around. When Chase left for the long snapping camp in San Antonio, he felt somewhat confident that there would be minimal awkwardness between them. But now, with his stepdad bailing on their overnight Houston trip despite seeming healthy all week, Chase was paranoid that their romp in the mountains was the underlying cause. He worried that Ryan wouldn’t ever want to spend alone time with him again. 

Adding to these worries was the fact that Ryan seemed restless, irritable, and distracted all week – totally unlike his usual self. Chase asked Brad if he’d been like this the week prior too, but his stepbrother said he hadn’t. “Nah, bro. He was fine all last week. It was really like the day before you got home from San Antonio that he’s been acting like he has a stick up his ass…I dunno, dude, he can PMS all he wants, I’m just gonna stay out of the house as much as I can.” To Chase (who didn’t realize that Ryan’s funk was actually due to the situation with Vanders) this confirmed that having sex with his stepdad had ruined their once-happy household. 

These thoughts put Chase in an anxious, over-emotional state all day as he volunteered at the local retirement home. He’d been volunteering at this place for the past 5 years, starting out back when he was 13 and needed community service hours for National Junior Honor Society. Over the years, he’d become close with a few of the residents. On this particular day, one of those residents was telling Chase about her struggle with arthritis; how, recently she’d been in so much pain that she could barely get out of bed. She was saying that she now questioned everyday how she was going to find strength to make it to the next day. 

This pushed Chase over the edge, and at the end of his shift, he just sat outside on the steps by the parking and started crying. His athletic body hunched over and his muscled chest heaved as he let out stifled sobs. This was a rare sight. Chase always wanted to be more like Ryan and Brad; those two alpha males in his life seemed to breeze through any obstacle in front of them and rarely, if ever, cried in front of Chase. But Chase always had a sensitive personality, and was always more delicate than his older stepbrother. Today, he had lacked the energy to suppress his natural proclivities. 

Suddenly, Chase felt a hand over his shoulder. He looked over and a saw a tall, friendly figure hovering over him. Lorenzo was 6’5” and athletically built. He sat down on the steps next to the embarrassed jock, noticing that the weeping teen wore an Astros t-shirt. Chase quickly wiped his eyes and did his best to stabilize his breathing. Lorenzo squeezed Chase’s shoulder in a firm, comforting way and said, “Look man, I get it. We’re all sad the Orioles trounced us yesterday, but I got a feeling we’ve got good odds goin’ up against the Angels this weekend.”

Chase smiled, weakly, “Ha, thanks man. Appreciate the positivity.” Chase was thankful for Lorenzo’s tact, but he couldn’t find much energy in him to joke around too much at the moment. Chase looked over at the young man sitting next to him and noticed his handsome, friendly face – tan skin, smooth features, and curly black hair. Lorenzo asked, “tough day for you?”

“Yeah man, just a lot of bullshit going on right now.” Gradually, Lorenzo began starting a conversation with Chase. Chase avoided talking about the entire situation with Ryan (for obvious reasons) but did mention his disappointment at the last minute cancellation of the Houston trip as well as his sadness for the retirement home resident’s struggle with arthritis. Lorenzo was 28, a decade older than Chase, and he shared some relatable experiences, which helped comfort the boy. 

Chase had become mildly acquainted with Lorenzo earlier in the summer when the man started volunteering at the senior home. Chase and Brad had also played pickup basketball with him on a few occasions. Lorenzo was a baller. He managed to outplay everyone, even Brad, on each occasion, earning Chase’s admiration and Brad’s respect. But besides playing basketball and volunteering alongside him, Chase had never really spoken much to the handsome 28-year-old.

Lorenzo also shared a bit of his back story with Chase. His dad was Dominican while his mom was Venezuelan; they met while both attending at UT where he was an MBA student while she was studying for her M.D. They married after graduating and raised Lorenzo and his brother in the same neighborhood Chase was now living in. Lorenzo spent his entire childhood in Texas and moved to NYC at age 16 to study applied mathematics at Columbia University.

He completed his bachelors in only 3 years, at age 19, before briefly heading back to Texas start a PhD at UT. He dropped out of the PhD program early in order to work as an investment banker for one year, before jumping to join Blackstone as private equity analyst. During that time, his both parents passed away in a plane crash. Lorenzo refrained from telling Chase that his parents left both him and his brother with around $10 million each. Lorenzo invested that money wisely in some top tech stocks, Bitcoin, and a small-cap cryptocurrency called TRIAS. He’d been wise about selling most of his cryptocurrency portfolio in 2021, and now held a cool $90 million net worth.

As the two men sat on the steps and chatted for about an hour, Lorenzo relayed his entire backstory to Chase, minus the part about his wealth. Chase enjoyed talking to this man. He was friendly, open, and seemed gentle-spirited. And hearing about his parents’ untimely passing helped Chase contextualize his own problems, which strangely helped him feel better.

Chase felt a comforting kinship with the man beside him as they sat in silence for a brief moment. Then Lorenzo said, “Man, it’s too warm to sit out here like this. Imma cool off with some ice cream. You wanna tag along?” Chase took the offer up and the two drove over to an ice cream shop a few blocks away. Lorenzo ordered a large mango smoothie, while Chase got two scoops of chocolate ice cream on a sugar cone, a rare deviation from his strict athlete’s diet. Lorenzo paid for the both of them. He took out his phone to make a contactless payment.

Lorenzo’s phonecase was covered in stickers, and Chase noticed one of them depicted a Charizard breathing fire into the air. He asked, “Bro, you into Pokemon?” Lorenzo handed Chase a napkin for his cone and replied, “Yeah, man, Pokemon slaps.” Chase was a bit surprised and impressed at this. He was secretly a major fan himself, having played the games and watched the TV show since he was a kid, but he’d never talked about it with his friends, who mainly all stereotypical jocks. 

They sat at a counter facing the window and chatted about the game for a while. At one point Lorenzo teased that Chase probably got off on Pokemon hentai or something, making the cute teen blush. He retorted, “Fuck off, man, I don’t swing like that. If anything I bet you’re the kinkster between us.” Lorenzo grinned slyly, then replied with a straight face, “Yeah, actually I am kinda kinky, I’ll own that.” Chase laughed, assuming it was a joke.

As he did so, he accidentally bumped an uncovered cup of coca cola with his elbow, spilling some on his shirt sleeve. In his surprise, he dropped his cone, which landed on his chest and slid down his t-shirt, leaving a long brown stain. Lorenzo rushed over with napkins to help clean the spill. Chase was embarrassed – this was the clumsiest thing that the normally-athletic rugby jock remembered ever doing recently.

After cleaning up, Lorenzo noticed the large stains covering Chase’s shirt. “Man, you look like you’ve been out painting houses. Here, take that off…” Lorenzo was wearing solid black t-shirt, with a black wifebeater underneath. He pulled off his own t-shirt to hand to Chase, revealing his muscular, thick arms.

“Dude, I can’t take that from you, I’ll just change when I get home.”

“Bro, quit being such a priss, this was from a pack of like 6 shirts I got at Target, just take it.” Chase obliged and pulled his stained shirt over his head. Lorenzo couldn’t help but stare as he admired Chase’s taut 6 pack abs and perfectly shaped pecs. He averted his gaze right before Chase noticed.

Chase looked cute in Lorenzo’s oversized shirt, which hung halfway down Chase’s thighs.  “Thanks, man, I’ll wash this and return it to you my next shift at the center.”

“Yeah, whenever, and no probs if you forget.” Lorenzo held the door open for them to exit the ice cream shop. 

As they each drove home in their own separate cars, Chase got the idea that he should’ve asked if Lorenzo would have wanted to see the Astros game with him tomorrow. He really enjoyed chatting with the man, who gave him a warm and fuzzy feeling he’d not experienced with anyone before. But it was too late, and Chase never asked him for his number or socials – he didn’t even know his last name. Oh well, Chase thought, I’ll ask him the next time we bump into each other.

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Chase and Brad walked out of Minute Maid Park feeling elated. The Astros had just crushed the Angels, and with Jose Altuve fully back from injury, it looked like their favorite team might even have a shot at making the playoffs if they carried this momentum forward. In the wake of Ryan’s cancellation, Chase had texted out feelers to some of his wrestling buddies but nobody could make it on such short notice; so, Brad offered to take his little bro instead. 

It was swampy in Houston, so both boys showered off right when they got back to their hotel room. Just as Chase finished shampooing, he felt Brad sneak up behind him and pinch his ass. Brad then ran his hands up and down Chase’s torso as he kissed his neck from behind. “You looked so fucking cute all day wearing that jersey…I kept thinking ‘bout dragging you to the restroom and blowing a load over your face…” Chase’s cock instantly hardened.

Brad took some bodywash and began rubbing Chase’s cock and balls, despite the fact that they were already cleaned. His own cock was rising and he lodged it between Chase’s plump ass cheeks, teasing his hole. The night before, Chase had shaved his entire body clean, knowing his stepbro preferred that. Brad appreciated this, “such a good little girl, always keeping yourself nice and smooth for Daddy.” After a minute of fondling Chase’s junk, he tapped his ass and told the boy to towel off. 

Brad rinsed his own body off using only water - no soap or shampoo. He knew about the power that his natural musk had over Chase and didn’t want to completely sanitize it away. When the shower stopped, Chase was dry but hadn’t put his clothes back on, hoping that Brad might decide to fuck him right then and there. But he saw his older stepbrother put his gym clothes on and he followed suit, understanding they were still heading to the gym as planned.

The hotel gym was nice – Ryan had booked a rather luxurious place for them. Only a few other people shared the space this afternoon, so the boys could easily get their workout in. They were training back and legs today. As the boys took turns each doing a few sets of 20 pullups towards the end of their workout, they noticed a dude on the chest press machine furtively glancing at them.

Chase and Brad were both very used to getting ogled and didn’t mind showing off for their admirers. Normally, they would have barely paid attention to the onlooker, but this time, the face seemed familiar. It was Dustin McDonald. The boy had attended the same high school as them and was a varsity diver. Dustin was two years above Chase and one below Brad. He somewhat knew Chase because they’d been in the same Spanish class two years in a row. Dustin never met Brad, but like everyone, he knew exactly who he was – the star quarterback whom everyone worshiped and wanted to get in bed with. 

Between sets, Chase spoke softly, “Bro, that’s Dustin Mc-something – do you remember him from high school?” 

Brad squinted his eyes, “You talking ‘bout the dude who keeps staring at my junk? Nah, never seen him before, but I’d prolly let him suck my dick if I’m being honest.”

 Chase glanced over at Dustin, catching his eye for a split second and causing the diver to quickly cast his head downward. He could see what Brad meant. The dude looked like Jack Laugher. Had a cute face, tight body, and soft blonde hair. Chase looked back at Brad, “Yeah, well I think he’s got a crush on you…” Chase noticed a familiar glint in his stepbro’s eyes.

Brad whispered, “Follow me, bro.” He slowly sauntered over to the chest machine, walking straight towards Dustin will looking straight ahead. As he got close, he grinned warmly and asked, “Hey boss, mind if we rotate with you on this machine.”

Dustin, stammering a bit replied, “Oh, uh, sure man…actually, I’m pretty much finished up, why don’t you just like take it…I’ll, uh, here, let me wipe it down for you.”

“Hey man, don’t sweat it, I saw you only like just got started on this thing. Come on, let’s just switch off. Chase here and I are cool.” 

Chase walked over as well and greeted his acquaintance. The three bros chatted while switching off doing chest presses. They keep the machine at the same weight Dustin was using, but both easily did way more reps than him. Chase was confused at first why they were doing chest presses, given today was back day, but he quickly caught on to Brad’s thinking. 

Chase and Dustin were both wearing t-shirts while Brad wore a fitted muscle tank that showed off his dense chest hair and thick arms. Though he wasn’t even exerting himself that hard, pit stains were beginning to form on Dustin’s cotton tee – caused by his sexual arousal and nervousness at being around two of the sexiest jocks from his old high school. As Brad bantered away, he’d casually flex in the mirror; ostensibly to check himself out, but actually to show off for Dustin. 

He steered the conversation towards sex. Hearing that Dustin vacationed in Brazil recently and suspecting he was gay, Brad asked, “Yo, how were the dudes there? I hear Brazilian guys tend to pretty sexy…and hung too…”

Dustin replied, “I mean, I’m not fully sure since I only hooked up with one guy there, but yeah, he was pretty hot…” 

Brad casually scratched his crotch and asked, “Yeah? Was he as hot as me, you’d say?” 

Dustin didn’t know how to respond. He was so taken aback and yet aroused by the straightforwardness of the question. So instead he just laughed nervously then went to pump out a final set of chest presses. 

As soon as Dustin completed his last rep, he felt Brad’s hands reach around his pecs and squeeze them. As Brad massaged the diver’s firm chest, he said, “Good work, bro. Your chest’s got a nice pump now.”

“Thanks bro, haha.”

Brad looked over at Dustin’s bulge – a hard erection was clearly showing through his gray sweatpants. “Same with your cock.” 

Chase was watching this unfold and noticed Dustin’s face turn crimson. Then Brad said, “Don’t worry ‘bout it man. Just look at Chase, he’s got fuckin hard-on now too.” Chase’s cheeks now matched Dustin’s.

Brad pulled his hands off Dustin. “Chase and I are gonna head back to our room now to…relax a bit…wanna join us?”

Dustin couldn’t believe what was happening. The two hottest guys from this high school were inviting him up to their hotel room?! He was so excited he lost all inhibition. “Sure, I’d love to…but I’ll need like half an hour to clean up first if that’s okay.”

“No prob. We’re in room 811, you can message Chase if the door’s locked for some reason. Also…if you have a douche on you, you should use it.”

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Brad and Chase were both naked on the hotel sofa, making out slowly but passionately. Their hands ran over each other’s hard muscles, exploring every nook and crevice. They’d been tangled up for 25 minutes, expending all their will power to restrain themselves from taking things further before Dustin arrived. They heard him someone knock on the door and announce himself.

“Come on in, buddy! Door’s propped open, right?”

Dustin walked in, wearing the same sweatpants before plus a new, clean tank top. The two stepbrothers were still wrapped up in each other, kissing and fondling each other. Dustin’s jaw dropped at the beautiful sight. He could hardly believe his luck at being invited into their room.

Brad gradually pulled himself up and walked towards one of the queen beds in the room. He plopped himself down on his back and rested his hands behind his neck. “Chase, why don’t you show Dustin some love…I wanna just sit back and watch for a bit.” Chase obediently stood up and brought his naked body an inch away from the nervous Dustin.

He rested a hand on Dustin’s neck and planted a soft kiss on the cute diver’s collarbone. He then grabbed Dustin’s hand and guided it to his perfect bubble butt. “You like this?”

The toned diver replied, “Fuck yeah…you’re so sexy…this is amazing.” Chase kissed Dustin gently. Dustin reciprocated, then gradually kissed Chase more and more forcefully. Brad lightly stroked his cock, enjoying the scene before him. 

He lied, “Man, my chest is kinda tired from those presses…maybe you both could show my pecs some love.” Chase and Dustin broke their kiss both looked over with lust in their eyes. Within seconds, Brad was moaning in his deep, burly voice as both his nipples got flicked and caressed by warm tongues. He put his hands back up behind his head, enjoying having two sluts service him at the same time.

Then, without even asking, Dustin pulled up and brought his nose to Brad’s armpit. The 20-year-old football star hadn’t applied deodorant after his shower and Dustin couldn’t resist the intoxicating scent. Brad chuckled, “Damn, buddy, you’re even sluttier than my boy Chase over here. Worshiping my pit without even asking for permission…” Chase copied the older boy and began licking his stepbro’s lightly-damp pit. Brad groaned, “Fuckkkkk…you girls are frickin’ nasty…you know Imma need to punish you for this later…”

The dirty talk was driving Dustin crazy, and he was beginning to moan like a girl. He noticed Brad’s beautiful 9-inch cock and inched himself towards the foot of the bed until his face rubbed against Brad’s dick. “May…may I suck on it…?”

Brad smiled. He thought about saying no and torturing the guy a bit, but decided against it. “Just cause you asked so nicely…sure, why not?” He then pulled Chase off his pit and brought him up for a kiss. He loved it when he could smell himself on his little bro’s face. It always made him feel like he marked the boy as his property.

The stepbrothers kissed lovingly for a couple moments as Dustin pigged out on Brad’s girthy manhood. Brad used one hand to push the diver’s head down, making him choke on the 9 inch destroyer. Despite having more experience, Dustin wasn’t as skilled at deepthroating compared to Chase. He coughed and sputtered and pulled off. Brad grabbed the slut’s hair, “what’s the matter, can’t handle my size? Get down and lick my balls.”

As Dustin worshiped Brad’s big, hairy balls, Chase bent down and started sucking Brad’s cock hungrily. He’d been wanting this for half an hour, having had to wait for Dustin to come join them before Brad would let him touch his dick. He slobbered all over the thick rod, then swallowed it, letting his throat relax around the head.

“Oh shittt this feels good…I could definitely get used to this…two fags worshipping my junk while I sit back and enjoy…”

Brad couldn’t let them pleasure his cock and balls too long – he knew Chase was capable of sucking a load out of him in no time. He ordered Dustin to lay in the middle of the bed on his back. Brad placed a pillow under the slutty diver’s hips and lifted his legs up by the ankles. By Brad’s command, Chase lubed up his brother’s cock as well as Dustin’s entrance.

“Good boy…now come lick my hole, little bro.” Brad rubbed his cock gently along Dustin’s sphincter, teasing the horny diver. As he did so, Chase kissed each of Brad’s buttcheeks before licking at the crack. It was an awkward angle, but the wrestling jock tried his best. The tip of Brad’s cock slipped in.

“Ugh, oh my gawd!!! Fuck, you’re so big, man!” Dustin squeezed a pillow tight with one hand and used the other to pull the sheets up to his mouth, biting into the fabric. Brad ignored the writhing boy and slowly inserted his dick inch by inch until he nearly bottomed out. Dustin was clearly an experienced bottom and managed to keep his hole relaxed the entire time, though his eyes had rolled behind their lids and he writhed and whimpered like a bitch. 

Brad let go of Dustin’s ankles and leaned his body forward almost as if to give him a kiss. As the diver expectantly pursed his lips out, he was instead greeted by a wad of spit. “Swallow it,” Brad ordered. As Dustin obeyed, Brad launched another wad of spit onto his forehead. “You like that, slut?” Dustin nodded his head. 

Brad began thrusting slowly and rhythmically into his new bitch. At this new angle, Chase could more easily tongue his stepbrother’s hole. Still, it was difficult to give a rimjob to a man who was constantly thrusting his hips. Soon Chase discovered the best way to do this was to press his face tight against his brother’s ass and hold on tight, almost like gluing himself to the alpha male’s butt.

Brad fucked Dustin slowly for several minutes, wanting to keep his pace slow, so that Chase could continue rimming him. It felt amazing. All of Brad’s nerve endings sparked and he wished he could pound away at his new bitch as hard as he could. Dustin moaned as he stroked his cock, “Oh Brad, you’re so sexy…mmmhm, you’re gonna make me cum soon, Daddy.” Brad quickly grabbed his bitch’s wrists, pulled them off his cock and pinned them to the bed, hard.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ cum, you little whore. You hear me? No cumming without your new daddy’s permission…. Come on! Tell me, ‘Yes, Sir.’” Dustin felt frustrated as the hot wave of pleasure that was just building up in his body died down again. Nevertheless, he said, “Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, daddy, I promise I won’t try to cum again until you tell me to.”

“You better not, or Imma make you regret it.” Brad pulled his cock out. “Now get off this bed for a sec…Chase, lay on your back just like how Dustin was and then lube up your little cock.” Dustin looked on as the younger stepbrother obediently followed orders. He was unsure what was going to happen.

Then, Dustin felt a hard smack on his ass, causing him to jump and yelp. “Ride him, bitch.” Then Brad pushed Dustin onto the bed, causing him to fall forward over Chase. He crawled up over Chase’s body and lined his cock up with the 18-year-old boy’s average-sized dick. He lowered himself down, and it slid in easily, given that his asshole was already stretched by Brad’s bigger, thicker meat.

Dustin clenched his hole against Chase’s 6-inch cock, making the boy groan in pleasure. Dustin loved looking at the rugby and wrestling star while riding him. The boy was so cute and handsome, and he had a sexy innocence about him. Chase was so horny that he began thrusting his own hips up and down to get further into Dustin’s hole.

Brad watched the two boys fuck for a minute, then walked over to the head of the bed. He kneeled over Chase’s head and let his dick flop. “Clean my dick, bro.” Normally, Chase might’ve been repulsed at the thought of tasting a cock that had just been up another man’s ass. But he was so enthralled with getting ridden for the first time that he didn’t care too much. Chase stuck out his tongue and began licking Brad’s shaft while Dustin bounced up and down on his Chase’s own cock. 

Brad tilted his body and shoved his cock into his weaker, younger brother’s mouth. “Yeeeahhhh, budddddyyyy. That’s a good little bitch right there…come on, lick my alpha cock clean…you like tasting another dude’s ass juices on your daddy’s cock?” In actuality, there was basically no taste at all, since Dustin had thoroughly cleaned himself beforehand; but Brad enjoyed adding to his little bro’s humiliation. As Dustin listened to the verbal domination, he felt more and more attracted to Brad, loving how the alpha stud completely owned his younger brother.

“How’s Chase’s cock feel compared to mine?”

Dustin wasn’t sure what to say. It felt way smaller than Brad’s, but he didn’t want to be mean. So he replied, “It feels good. I like riding a compact dick…”

Brad laughed. “Bro, quit playin’. ‘Compact dick’?! What fuck does that even mean? You know Chase’s doesn’t do for you…his little tiny dicklet compared to mine…”

Dustin realized what was going on and decided to play along. “You’re right, Daddy. He can’t satisfy me like you do…I feel empty without your big fat cock stuffing me.” 

Chase felt completely humiliated but hornier than ever. He didn’t understand why the verbal degradation turned him on, but he couldn’t fight it. It felt so good being dominated like this by his older brother.

Brad pulled out of Chase’s mouth and gave him an approving pat on the cheek. He moved himself until he was behind Dustin back, and then began tweaking the diver’s nipple and rubbing his firm, toned chest. He felt the boy slow down and shiver a bit. He gently bit Dustin neck and then whispered, “You know what’s gonna happen next, don’t you?” Before Dustin could reply, Brad covered the diver’s mouth with his hand to muffle him. “Yeahhhh, boiiiii, you definitely know what I’m about to do….now just relax and let it happen.”

He gently pushed Dustin down and ordered the athletic, college-aged diver to make out with Chase. As the two boys kissed, Brad pressed his head against Dustin’s entrance. With Chase’s cock already in there, the hole wouldn’t budge. Instead, Brad stook his middle finger in and held it here. He then began wiggling it around a bit, making both Chase and Dustin moan into each other’s hungry mouths.

By now, Chase was an expert at kissing and could make out with another man for hours. Brad got two fingers in. And eventually, three. Dustin felt more stretched than ever before and whimpered like a bitch. Chase kissed and licked the moaning diver’s neck as he squealed. Brad took his fingers out and firmly pressed the head of his dick in. Finally, it popped in. Dustin grunted loudly and scrunched his face.

Brad reached for the poppers he’d set at the corner of the bed, uncapped it, and held it to Dustin’s nose. The sexy college student immediately inhaled deeply in one nostril, followed by the other. Within seconds, his head was spinning. His skin turned hot as he opened his mouth, letting Chase expertly rub their tongues together. Brad maintained pressure, slipping his cock further and further, then holding it still to allow the stretched hole to adjust.

Brad wrapped his arm around Dustin’s neck and pulled him up a little. “How do you like your first time getting DP’d? Come on now and ride our dicks like a good girl.” 

Dustin began to slowly grind himself back and forth, and up and down. Chase moaned, “Ahh…fuck…you’re so gosh dang tight, dude…” Chase licked his fingertips, then used them to pleasure Dustin’s nipples.

Brad loved the feeling of his cock getting squeezed tight against Chase’s. “You like that, Dustin? You like being a dirty whore for two brothers?”

“Uhh…yes sir…fufufuckk…I’ve never been stretched this far before…yeah I love it…I FUCKING LOVE YOUR COCKS!!!” The sounds of Dustin debasing himself super turned Brad on. The 20-year-old quarterback started choking the younger diver’s neck. 

Dustin loved being used. “Yeah choke me Daddy…use your little boy whore, make me your cunt….I wanna be your cumdump…”

“You hear that, Chase? This little whore from your Spanish class wants to be our cumdump. You thought he was just a normal, every day jock but turns out he’s a another pathertic cock whore begging for my cum…”

This set Dustin over the edge. He jacked his cock furiously and shot a huge load that completely coated Chase’s face and chest. Chase also came, sending his hot load deep inside Dustin’s fuckchute, only to slowly drip back down and coat both of the cocks inside it.

Brad let Dustin slide off the two cocks impaling him and then collapse over Chase. He admired the sight of the two more-submissive men collapsed over each other; it made Brad feel powerful, like he’d just conquered them both. He walked to the head of his bed and put his cock by Chase and Dustin’s lips. They both began licking his cock clean, working as a team.

This set Brad off. He started jacking his cock, and within twenty seconds, he roared and a fountain of cum exploded onto both boys’ faces. Brad took his phone to get a snap of the two jocks drenched in his alpha cum, then walked to the bathroom. As Brad showered off, Dustin and Chase licked each other’s faces clean.

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At around 10pm, Chase lay in one of the hotel beds wrapped in Brad’s strong, comforting arms. As he rested in his stepbrother’s embrace, the 18-year-old jock felt all his worries and problems melt away. It was the safest and warmest feeling.

Brad began lightly stroking Chase’s hair. The college jock typically wasn’t much of a cuddler, usually sending girls and gays on their way after fucking their brains out. But he enjoyed being close to the stepbrother and basking in the kinship they’d developed over many years. Also, Chase felt so innocent and vulnerable in his arms, like a golden retriever puppy that he needed to protect. Laying here with Chase snuggled against him made him feel masculine and powerful. 

He leaned in to lightly kiss along Chase’s forehead and temples. “I love you, bro. Had so much fun with you this summer. Gonna miss having you around when I return to school next week.” 

Chase tangled his hands through Brad’s chest hair and whispered, “I love you too, man. This was the best summer I’ve had in years…probably since that summer we all went to Hawaii and Disneyland.”

“Dude, that was so long ago I barely remember it…” Brad paused for a second, then said, “Hey, I’m sorry if I was too rough on you lately…with the fucking and the Sara thing…I know I’m a real asshole sometimes.” 

“Yeah, you were kind of a bitch going behind my back with Sara, honestly…” Chase smiled, knowing that, deep down, he had stopped caring for Sara as soon as Brad took his virginity and showed him how much more he preferred men to women. But he wanted to see how his brother would react. “Pretty much ruined my life, bro…”

For a split second, Brad felt a pang in his chest, reminded that he’d hurt his baby bro. But he quickly detected the jest in Chase’s tone and gave him noogie. “Shut up, you little rascal. You know taking my cock up your ass was the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Chase kissed Brad’s shoulder. “Yeah. It kinda was.”

Shortly thereafter, Brad began to doze off. Chase lay awake, listening to the slow rhythm of his older brother’s deep breathing. He knew it was likely their last night sleeping together before Brad had to return to campus for football training camp. He reflected on the past few months.

He could hardly believe that just a few months ago, at the start of summer, he was a wholesome virgin dating a blonde Christian girl. His fantasies of one day marrying his high school sweetheart, losing his virginity on his wedding night, and giving up wrestling to follow his puppy love to LSU now seemed so silly and far off.

He recalled the day Brad popped his cherry after they took turns taking nude pics of each other; how gentle Brad had been in initially penetrating him but how roughly he later pounded him into the dirt by the garden shed. He wouldn’t have wanted to get his cherry popped any other way.

He thought about how hot and taboo it felt to get cucked on his anniversary, double fucking the former object of his infatuation (Sara) with the new focus of his lust (Brad). How quickly his infatuation switched from one person to another after Brad took his virginity! It was as though Sara was Rosaline and Brad was Juliet…if Juliet was a hulking 6’4” D1 football player with a six-pack.

Chase’s thoughts turned to the fateful night in the mountains where he fucked another man for the first time – his stepdad, Ryan. That was the most romantic lovemaking he’d ever experienced, and he’d masturbated thinking about it many times. He was still anxious over how strangely Ryan was acting at home; but laying here with Brad, Chase felt a sense of optimism and belief that things would indeed return to normal soon.

And of course, he remembered the officer in San Antonio, who threw him an intense, humiliating fuck that he perversely enjoyed and fantasized about nearly every day since it happened. 

All of a sudden, Chase noticed his phone screen light up. An Instagram notification. It was a message from Lorenzo, the man who comforted him two days ago. 

He read the message: “Hey man, it was great chatting with you the other day. Wanted to say dw about the shirt – I’ve got plenty. If you ever wanted to return the favor, maybe you and/or your Dad could teach me to play tennis next week?”

Chase smiled. He liked Lorenzo. The man gave him such a warm, fuzzy feeling. Chase decided he’d respond in the morning. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, thinking about how, in just a couple of weeks, he would be back at high school starting his senior year.

He had become a submissive jock slut this summer, but once school started again, he’d return to being the star athlete that all the students high-fived in the hallways – that guy everyone wanted to be, the man everyone wanted to get fucked by. He was sort of looking forward to the return to normal. Very soon, Chase would be saying goodbye to his days of being another man’s cum dump…or so he thought...

The end.

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Thanks everyone for reading this story and following to completion the story of Chase’s wild, crazy summer! I super enjoyed receiving all the lovely comments and emails from you and hope you’ve enjoyed reading my work. 

I’m planning on likely writing a sequel to this story, focusing on Chase’s last year of high school. But I’ve noticed my passion for writing has waned a little bit in recent days, so I may take a break from writing for a short while (or not, who knows?).

I was also toying around of publishing a short story recounting one of my own true, sexual experiences (with key details changed, of course). Still debating on whether to go through with this, as I’m still a bit wary about sharing too much about myself.

I’ll keep you apprised of any future developments through my Twitter: @ChaseHuxley6 .

Finally, if you enjoyed this story, please leave a comment (or email/DM) sharing your favorite sex scene or moment from Turning Chase! I’d love to have this info as I plan out the potential sequel. 

Cheers!

C.H.