A gay story: Alex's Adventures Ch. 02: Dean Chapter 2 – Dean
My mind was still reeling as I pulled up to 4 Peaks in the blistering Arizona sun. This morning was nowhere near the morning I thought I was going to have. Reconnecting with Marco at the pool, his perfect smile still flickering through my mind. Jack’s fierce pounding, some of the best sex I’ve had all summer. Then Jack’s frat brother, Tyler, barging in on us naked and making out, and the fear in Jack’s eyes as Tyler called him a fag and slammed the door. This morning was way too much to deal with. I really needed a drink.
“Hey Alex! Get your ass over here!” I was suddenly snapped back to reality as I heard Thomas calling me from the patio. I quickly locked up my scooter under the shade of a scraggly-looking tree and jumped the fence to the patio. They were sitting under the shade of a large umbrella, a row of which were spaced out down the length of the patio draping the whole thing in shade. Sprayers filled the air with a mist of water, trying desperately to cool off in the smothering summer heat; combined with the shade, the patio was pleasant to sit at and dish some tea.
“Hey ladies!” I called to my friends Adam and Thomas as I threw my bag down by a chair and grabbed a seat. Adam smiled, his dimples showing on his tan, round face, topped with sun bleached spiky brunette hair. He looked great in his t-shirt-turned-tank-top, you could see his muscular body, with a furry happy trail, through the large sleeve holes on the side of his shirt. Although he wasn’t in the best shape, Adam was fit and carried an air that he was tougher and scrappier than he looked. He was stockier than I was, where I had a lean, long swimmer build, Adam was thicker, not from fat but from build and muscle. He wasn’t necessarily straight-acting, at first glance you wouldn’t think he was gay, but after 5 minutes you would know, most likely because he made a comment about sucking dick or fucking some dude raw.
Thomas turned to me and reported, “Your mimosa is on it’s way girl, the server wouldn’t bring it till she saw your ID. But I told her to have it ready.” Thomas, or as I lovingly refer to him, Big Gay Thomas, is well over 6 feet tall and big and gayer than gay. He is the joy of my life, a big burst of positive energy, that verges every so often on neurotic stress, but it still pumps you up and gets you ready to tackle any problem. Thomas’ big build is balanced by his larger smile, rosy cheeks and short cropped hair that is always impeccably styled, even in the grosses of summer heats. His face is constantly dappled in beads of sweat, which is an amazing feat in the arid desert where water evaporates in a heartbeat. Everything about Thomas is large, from his hands to his feet, but somehow he moves through the world with grace, as if he is the center of the universe and everything revolves around him and he doesn’t even know it.
As if sensing my weird state of mind, Thomas looked at me as I sat down, “Now, I normally expect some snarky comment about where the hell is my alcohol, but you haven’t even noticed. What’s going on.”
I shook my head, “You wouldn’t believe the morning I’ve had. It’s going to be a crazy semester.” I explained to them how Jack invited me over this morning for a hook-up, at which point Adam hi-fived me and got a starved look on his face when I detailed Jack’s new “swole” body. Thomas laughed out loud when I told them about our sickening fraternity-talk banter, (“No, he did NOT. ‘Sex with hot twink swimmers’! That’s so cheesy!”). When I got to the part when his frat brother, Tyler, stormed in the room, Adam and Thomas grabbed hands and looked at each other like they were in a horror movie and then squealed with delight when I told them I pulled Jack in and kissed him while his Brother looked in. Their excitement waned when I explained Tyler’s reaction, how he called us fags and then ran out of the room (Thomas exaggerated an eye roll at that part) and how Jack pushed me away and chased after Tyler to set the record straight. When I finally finished, Adam looked at me and spoke first.
“And I thought I had a fun hook-up story to tell,” He began, but seeing my vulnerable expression changed his tune quickly. “That sucks, man. What the fuck. That is insane.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s so crazy, and weird. Like, this is stuff that happens on the CW, not in real life. And to me? What the fuck.”
“God, this is why I don’t date straight guys, it is way too much drama,” said Thomas, “Like, who had time for that? I came out of the closet so I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit.”
“Girl, shut up. The guys you date have more drama than all of our hook-ups. Combined,” said Adam as he took a drink from his Bloody Mary, “Remember that guy who tried to get you to poop on him?”
“How long are you going to keep bringing up Phil? That was freshman year. And hey, everyone’s got kinks. You’re one to talk, Mr. Sadomasochist.”
“That’s SIR Sadomasochist to you. And at least my kinks don’t spread Ebola.”
“Ladies, calm down!” I interjected, “We can fight over who dates crazier guys later, but for now, what am I doing to do about Jack? And where the FUCK is my mimosa?”
Thomas craned his neck and looked around, “You know, I don’t see our waitress. You can try the bar. Maybe get two while you’re there.”
“Good idea,” I said, getting up. “And while I’m gone, you two can think about my Jack problem. I’ll need solutions when I get back.”
I stood up and grabbed my wallet out of my bag and made my way to the bar. The place was starting to fill up, but most people wanted to be on the patio or inside next to the big open windows, so the bar area wasn’t packed yet. I found an open spot at the end of the bar and squeezed my way in. I leaned over the bar and looked down to see if I could get the bartender’s attention.
The bartender was hot as fuck. He was shorter than me, with a full head of brown hair that was gelled up in a crazy-but-way-too-precise-bed-head look. His dark green eyes darted from glass to glass as he expertly poured two Bloody Mary’s before him. He worked swiftly, his large arms straining under his tight black 4 Peaks Brewing shirt as he grabbed ingredients from around the bar as if he knew instinctively where they were without looking. He was wearing jeans, which must suck in this heat, but I didn’t mind, because they hugged his ass and large thighs perfectly. He was built with a good amount of muscle that pushed his tight shirt to the limits. I was transfixed as he walked towards me and asked, “What can I get you.”
I was confused for a second, caught off guard by his deep voice and baby face, “Um… yeah, two mimosas please.”
“Getting one for your girl?” He replied as he pulled two flutes from the rack above him.
“Naw, they’re both for me,” I said as I watched him smoothly set the glasses down and grab a bottle of champagne from the cooler without even looking.
“So, girl trouble then?” He asked as looked into at me as he perfectly poured the champagne into the glasses.
“No. Boy trouble,” I said, holding his eye contact. At this reply his expert hand jerked and spilled champagne onto the bar and the bartender frantically started cleaning it up. I started getting angry, yeah this douche was cute, but he gets creeped out by a gay guy? What a jerk.
He stopped talking after that and quickly, cleaned up the mess, and finished my drinks. He looked as if he was still trying to recover as I handed him my card. He came back quickly, holding out the receipt and reading from it, an old server’s trick.
“Here you are, Mr. Taylor, have a great day.”
“Thanks,” I muttered as I signed and grabbed my drinks, not wanting to prolong my interaction with this douche any longer.
I made my way back to our table and noticed there was another mimosa sitting at my spot. I placed my other two drinks on the table and sat down.
“The server was sorry she was taking so long and went ahead and brought you the mimosa,” Thomas said. “And I went ahead and ordered some artichoke dip, I figured you could use some carbs after your morning.”
“Thanks Boo. So what do ya’ll think I should do about Jack?”
“Fuck him,” was Adam’s immediate response.
“Isn’t that why I’m in this whole mess?” I deadpanned back at him.
“Well yes. But you should just let him go. He’s the one that freaked out on you. He’s insecure and a self hating homo.”
“I’m supposed to just let him go? No. I’m partly to blame for this, for him getting outed like -”
“Adam’s right,” Thomas said, cutting me off. “And you’re not to blame at all. He’s the closeted guy who invited you over to his FRAT HOUSE to get pounded. If you ask me, he wanted to be caught.”
“You think so?” I asked and Adam and Thomas both nodded in agreement. “Well regardless I don’t want him to go through this alone. Like, you both remember what it was like coming out. It sucks.”
Thomas grabbed his mimosa and leaned back in his chair, “Speak for yourself. I’ve been out since I was 11. You can’t hide fabulous. Plus growing up in Cali it was paradise for a young queen.”
I glared at him from over the rim of my glass, “Well that’s empathetic. Glad to know you care.”
“You only care because he’s hot and fucks you good,” Adam chimed in. I looked at him hurt and he continued, “don’t give me that face. You know it’s true. If he was any one of your other tricks you wouldn’t give a fuck.”
I tried to argue but the reality was Adam was right. I did care more because it was Jack and the way he acted this morning was so different than before: intimate and caring. It was weird, I never considered Jack more than a hookup. We weren’t friends, just fuck buddies. But somehow that changed this morning. I couldn’t admit that to Adam and Thomas, I was still trying to figure out what the hell I was feeling. So instead of saying anything I just sat back and chugged the rest of my mimosa and started on the next one.
Adam smiled, knowing he won the argument, “So I think you should just let him go. He’ll reach out when he’s ready.”
“Yeah. You don’t need to do anything and there’s nothing you can do. Just let him get through this. You showing up or reaching out will just make the sitch worse. He knows you’ll be there for him, and will reach out when he’s ready. You can’t rush this stuff,” said Thomas
“Fine,” I said, “I guess you guys are right. There isn’t really anything I can do right now anyway, and he did basically tell me to fuck off. I just don’t want to lose him.”
“Lose him? Don’t worry about that, school is starting soon, and there will be plenty of guys to rebound with,” said Adam.
“Rebound-” I started to protest, but Thomas cut me off before I could finish.
“That reminds me of the real reason I called you here today! School’s starting, and as you know, I’m co-chair of the Coalition this year, and I’m going to need your help next week. Passport to ASU is on Wednesday, and the welcome reception will be on Thursday. I’ll need help working the table at Passport, and it’ll be good to have you both at the reception.”
Thomas was more telling us than asking, like this had already been decided. And, I guess it had. Adam and I had been helping Thomas out with the coalition for years, in fact the three of us first met at the Coalition kick off reception 2 years ago, when we were just freshmen. The Coalition is short for the LGBTQQIA2SA Coalition at Arizona State. The social justice warriors kept adding so many letters and names to the group, that it is now just referred to as The Coalition. It is a collection of gay groups on campus, including a campus chapter of the HRC, a couple of political groups, transgender support groups, and even a gay frat and lesbian sorority.
“So, you’ll be buying us drinks as BS West Wednesday night right?” Adam asked, only a little sarcastically.
“Like you would really miss a chance to hit on all the incoming freshmen.” Thomas shot back, “You’ll be there anyway, I just might be asking you to help out.”
“Fine,” Adam conceded, “What time, and what will we be doing?”
As Thomas started to respond, my phone vibrated and a new notification from Instagram appeared. I picked up my phone and held my finger down on the sensor to unlock it. I had a new friend request.
It was from the douchebag at the bar. His name was Dean.
I clicked open Insta and pulled up his profile. He was hot. His pictures included him chugging beer with a bunch of scantily clad girls, spring break beach shots showing off his six pack abs and charming smile, and one with him standing naked on top of the mountain that overlooks ASU, his bare white bubble butt looking delicious dominating the ASU campus. On a whim, I followed back.
I hadn’t noticed but Thomas had stopped talking while I scrolled through Dean’s pics. Suddenly, Thomas’ fingers were in my face snapping, “Are you even paying attention? And why the fuck do you have that shit-eating grin on your face?”
“Was totally listening – you want us to help out at the reception, fine.” I said, locking my phone and putting in the table.
“And that shit eating grin?” Thomas pressed.
“Nothing, just something funny on reddit.” As I replied, Adam snapped up my phone from the table. I didn’t grab for it, knowing it was locked. Adam held his finger to the sensor and I saw facebook pop-up. “What the fuck, Adam?”
“I programmed my fingerprint into your phone on our trip to LA, I figured it would come in handy” He said, scrolling through Dean’s pictures. “Who the hell is Dean?”
“The douche from the bar,” I nodded at the restaurant, “He must have got my name from the credit card.”
Insta chirped, and a message popped up. “Give me my fucking phone back.” Now I was getting pissed, and a little worried. I grabbed for my phone, but Adam pulled it away.
“Dean says ‘hi’ and he wants to know how your boy troubles are going.” Adam looked at me, “Boy Troubles? You were there for like a minute did you tell him your life story?”
Thomas reached over and grabs the phone, “Oh fuck, Dean is hot. He’s so short and stocky,” Thomas started typing a reply.
“What the fuck are you saying to him?” By now Adam and Thomas are nose to nose looking at my phone.
“No, don’t type that,” Adam said, “No. Wait -” the phone chirped, a short pause while they read, and then laughter filled the patio.
“What the fuck is going on,” I snapped and stood up and grabbed my phone my of their hands, bringing their game to an end. I pulled insta up to see the damage they did.
“You have a date this afternoon,” Thomas laughed, “He gets off at 5.”
“And by date, he means fuck,” Adam chimed in.
“What the fuck, I can’t this afternoon, I have too much going on.”
“This will be good, it’ll take your mind off of Jack. Plus this Dean guy is hot.”
“Then why don’t you fuck him?” I dead-eyed at Adam, still pissed at the mess they got me into.
“I would love to, but he wants your slut ass for some reason.” Adam reached down and took a sip of his drink, then his eyes lit up. “Unless…”
“Oh Jesus,” Thomas rolled his eyes, ‘What the fuck are you thinking?”
“We could both go.”
“WHAT?” I almost coughed up my mimosa. “No.”
“Just hear me out! You show up with me, he’ll be surprised, but will roll with it. We both go in, I flirt him up, and before you know it I’ll be fucking his ghost-white ass while you play candy crush or what ever. And when I’m done we can bounce.”
“That sounds horrible. Why the hell would I do that? Waste my afternoon in some asshole’s living room?”
“Have him over to your place!”
“With Kim there? No, this is stupid.”
“Come to my place then. I’ll even DD tonight and buy your drinks at BS. We can hang by the pool till he comes over. I even have margs.” Adam was pulling out all the stops.
My phone chirped again, and a message from Dean popped up: “What the plan, bro?”
I looked over at Thomas, who threw his hands in the air saying “Don’t look at me.”
“Come on, Dean is hot and needs to be fucked.”
“Fine, but you better not get drunk tonight like the last time you DD’d.”
“Promise.”
I flicked at my phone and responded, “I’m going to be at my friend’s pool this afternoon, but you should come over.”
Dean responded almost immediately, “Will it be worth it?”
I typed back, “Fuck yeah it will.”
—-
The heat was radiating off the pool deck as I pulled myself out of the luke-warm water. The water dripped down my face, down my neck, and across my fit torso. I brushed it off, feeling it evaporate almost instantly in the thirsty desert afternoon. I ran my hands over my body, feeling my aching muscles, which were still recovering from this morning’s swim. As my hands reached my tight maroon speedo, my thoughts turned turned to Jack, and to the hot fuck we enjoyed this morning. I was getting hard again remembering his stud body, his throbbing cock, the way he held me close as we came down from our post orgasm high. I felt my dick twitch in my swim suit when I heard Adam calling me, pulling me from my trance.
“Where the fuck is Dean at?”
“Hold on, let me check,” I said as I tiptoed across the hot concrete to our chairs. I pulled my phone out and sure enough there was a message from Dean.
“Hey bro, I’m about to be off. You still at the pool?”
Adam had come out of the pool with me and was making his way towards me. Adam looked hot in his super gay trunks. They were black and silver, themed like a football team with a blocky “69” written over his left thigh. Across his junk was a tie that criss-crossed like shoe laces, accentuating his large package. Adam was muscular, but not defined. He had a V that tapered across his waist and disappeared below his tight trunks, but is 6-pack was barely outlined below his thick happy trail. His pecs were round and solid with nipples that begged to be licked. His chest was wide with thick arms that were covered with black hair. He was barely taller than me, but seemed way bigger due to his frame. Adams best asset though, by far, were his legs. Big beefy stalks barely fit into his tiny briefs, forming defined, solid quads and large calves.
“What did he say?”
“He’s about to get off work, still want him to come over?”
“Um, duh.”
I wrote back to Dean that I was still at Adam’s, and we were about to leave the pool, but he should come over when he gets off.
“So, are we really going to pull off a bait-and-switch?” I asked Adam as I grabbed my stuff and started to head back to his apartment. I pulled on my loose-fitting tank top and work out shorts over my speedo.
“You still have dibs, but if you don’t want him, I’ll totally fuck his ass.”
“He’s probably a top.”
“That’s what they all say, but they come around eventually.”
Adam’s apartment was on the 6th floor and overlooked a courtyard with a volleyball court. It was a small 1-bedroom, with a bathroom connected to the living room and bedroom. He had it decorated with classy-gay furniture, most likely expensed on his dad’s credit card. There was a flat screen TV flanked by a plush leather chair and a dark leather sectional with a chaise lounger and large framed mirror that hung above it, making the small space seem much larger than it was. I threw my stuff on the kitchen counter and then tossed myself down on his couch, exhausted from drinking all day and being in the sun.
“What the fuck am I going to do about Jack?” I said as my mind traced, for the millionth time, our hot fuck followed by his frat brother walking in on us.
“Fucking forget him,” Adam said as he poured himself another marg and sat down at my feet. He flicked on the TV and re-runs of the Real Housewives of Atlanta came on. “You can’t do anything about that right now. Plus you already have a rebound chasing after you if you just let it.”
“Dean is all yours. I don’t need more drama today.”
“Whatever you say. Your trash is another gay’s treasure. And I am not afraid to catch your rejects.” Adam stood up and stretched, “I’m going to jump in the shower to rinse off, you can join if you want.” Adam joked at me.
“Been there, done that. Have fun, I’ll hang out here with Kim and Nene.” Adam disappeared into his room, leaving the door suspiciously open. I heard the shower turn on, and my phone chirped. Dean was on his way.
—-
“Hey bro, what’s up?”
Dean was standing at the gate to Adam’s complex. He was still wearing his tight jeans and shirt that he wore to work. He was shorter than me, but by barely an inch. His hair was thick and black, with tight dimples flanking his round cheeks and face. His green eyes shown bright in the desert sun as he brushed his hair out of his face, he smiled nervously, as I pushed open the gate.
“Not too much, we’re just hanging out. The pool got too hot, so we’re up at his apartment drinking and watching TV.”
“Oh cool,” Dean replied, he seemed to be getting more nervous. “You got the game on?”
I almost laughed at his face, “The game? Nope, there’s a Real Housewives marathon on right now though.”
Dean actually laughed, and I felt some of the tension ease between us, until he spoke, “Fuck man, my girlfriend loves that shit. I didn’t know any guys watched it.”
Girlfriend? Who did this closet case think he was kidding. I hoped Adam was up for this, because I didn’t have the energy put up with Dean the Douche. The silence continued until we got to the elevator. I was getting riled up for some reason, getting angry at Adam for talking me into this, and being pissy at Dean for being a cheating closet homo. But Dean wanted to keep talking as if this was normal for a guy with a girlfriend to be chasing ass that he picked up at the bar.
“So what are you studying?” He asked, I’m sure he could sense my rising frustration.
“Design Management,” I replied, and trying my best not to be a jerk, I continued, “I wanted to do graphic design, but studio was too much with my swimming schedule, and I realized that graphic designers don’t make any money. So I switched. What about you?”
“Kinesiology, I want to go to grad school for physical therapy.”
“Sounds cool,” I replied, not really knowing what to say. The elevator opened and we stepped in, I felt Dean following me, a little too close. I turned around and pressed the button for six; Dean shrank into the corner furthest from me. He was so at home behind the bar, surrounded by people, deftly moving his hands from drink to drink, but somehow in this elevator, alone with me, he was insecure, lost. I didn’t know what to say, I was still annoyed by his girlfriend comment, but also torn by wanting to comfort him. I had to break the tension.
I reached over and grabbed his shoulder, “Why so tense, loosen up Mr. PT.”
He smiled, “Sorry,” he stammered, “I don’t normally do this…”
“Do what? Hang out with gays and watch Real Housewives?”
“N…no, you know what I mean.”
I raised an eyebrow and cracked a smile, rubbing his shoulder, “Relax man, there’s nothing to stress about.” And the door finally opened, Dean actually smiled, and we walked out into the hot Arizona afternoon.
I walked down the hall to Adam’s door and pulled him inside. The cool air of the apartment blasted us as we walked into the kitchen. “Adam, Dean is here.” I called to the bedroom and turned to Dean, “Do you want something to drink?”
“I got this,” Dean lit up as he walked over to Adams bottles of liquor and started going through them, “I’ll make you something special.”
I smiled back. Dean was a cheating jerk, but he was a cute jerk. He looked in his element, going through the liquor, searching the fridge for ingredients. His confidence and bravado started coming back. I got lost in the way his body moved around the kitchen, grabbing glasses, watching him think of recipes, seeing the light bulb go off in his head. He was cute, and I could tell he was trying to impress me, which I didn’t mind at all. I was so lost in Dean that I didn’t hear Adam walk in.
“Hey, I’m Adam. Welcome to my home.”
Adam was standing by his bedroom door, wearing just a towel and still dripping from the shower. Dean looked up from the fridge and was speechless for a second, taking in Adam’s half naked body. I smiled to myself, thinking “What a fucking devil.” I had to hand it to him, he had a plan, and it seemed to be working wonderfully.
“Hey. Dean. Can I make you anything?” Dean finally recovered, but could not keep from blatantly looking Adam up and down. Adam walked into the kitchen and held out his hand, the other holding on to his towel.
“I’ll have what he’s having.” He cocked his head to me, “It looks like you know what you’re doing.”
“Heh, thanks,” Dean said, shaking Adam’s hand, still flustered but slowly regaining his composure. “You have a pretty well stocked bar. Do you have a shaker?”
Adam smiled and walked into the small kitchen. He walked up to Dean and almost pinned him to the side counter as he reached over him and opened the top cabinet.
“It’s right up here, behind you,” Adam said leaning into Dean’s face, getting close, leaving an uncomfortably small distance between the two. I saw Dean lick is his lips as his eyes scanned over Adam’s tan body. He was nervous, off balance. Exactly where Adam wanted him. “Here you are,” Adam said, handing the shaker to Dean. He stood there for a moment longer, letting his presence linger next to his conquest. Then, just when I thought Dean was going to freak out, Adam pulled back and put the shaker on the counter.
“Th-thanks, bro,” Dean stammered as he reached for the shaker. Adam backed away out of the kitchen, still clutching his towel around his waist.
“No problem. I’m going to put on some clothes, be out in a sec.”
Dean kind of just stood there as Adam walked out of the kitchen and into his room. I watched Dean, his bright green eyes bulging, his mouth agape. He was adorable and in over his head. I wasn’t quite sure what was going through his mind, but I could tell this wasn’t his first time with a guy. But I doubt he normally hooked up with out and proud gays, guys not afraid to openly hit on other guys. His type was normally the closeted frat bro, down to fuck, not much else. Like Jack, or like Jack was until this morning.
“What are you making?” I asked, snapping Dean out of his trance. And then it happened, the nervousness of Dean flooded out, channeled into cocktails, he spoke quickly and with surprising authority as he moved around the kitchen.
“It looks like we have everything we need for Old Fashions, but he only has a little bitters. Oh well, I can make that work. And I want to make it a little more summer-y, since it is so fucking hot outside.” He was dancing around the kitchen, grabbing classes, bottles, ice, and raiding the fridge, “So I am going to add some extra lemon and orange juice, and, holy shit, he has mint. I fucking love gays! So, yeah, maybe it won’t be an Old Fashion, just more of a whiskey-juice with mint and soda.”
He grabbed the shaker and started shaking, the loud ice silencing him finally, and he actually seemed to calm down. He lined up three glasses and poured the concoction out, then filled the glasses with ice and a splash of soda water. With ease he peeled an orange and topped each glass with a wedge and a sprig of mint. This guy was going to be good to keep around.
He pushed the glass to me, across the bar and grabbed on. “Cheers,” he said.
I looked at his baby face and caught his green eyes in my gaze, his charm was disarming, and as much of a douchebag he was, he was cute as a nervous puppy thrown into the pen with the big dogs. “Cheers,” I replied, holding his gaze and tapping my glass against his. My cock stirred again in my speedo that I had on under my shorts. Maybe I could give this ass hole a chance.
I heard the door open behind me and turned to see Adam come out. His hair was still wet and messy and he had on a Sun Devil tank top, and black mesh work out shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and you could see his dick rubbing against the thin mesh. He was carrying a small wooden box. I smiled into my drink as I saw “Phase 2” in Adam’s plan begin.
Adam held the freshly rolled joint to his lips, snapped the lighter open, and took a deep hit. He seems to luxuriate in the smoke before exhaling and smiling, handing the joint over to Dean. “My dealer was right, that is some good shit.”
“Thanks for smoking me out bro,” Dean said as he took the joint and took a hit. I could see the tension leave Deans body as he exhaled, he relaxed into the situation, finally allowing himself to get excited about being in Adam’s apartment with two eager gays – well one eager gay and, to be honest, I still wasn’t sure why I even agreed to this. I reached out for the joint Dean was handing me, but before I could take it Adam grabbed it.
“Nah, Alex,” he said, his words coming out slower, through his drying mouth, “Allow me to help,” Adam moved closer on the couch and took a hit, sucking in deep. He put his free hand behind my head and pressed his mouth to mine. His lips were dry and rough, but his movements were sensitive and methodical as he slowly exhaled, passing the smoke into my open mouth. We pulled apart, our eyes holding contact. Adam smiled a sinister grin as I blew the smoke out into his face. He looked charming and sexy in the fog of the pot, a devil in smoke, his face revealing his enthusiasm that his plan was working. I glanced over at Dean, whose mouth was hanging open, eyes full of lust at the two sexy men kissing across from him.
“You want to try?” Adam asked Dean, still leaning intimately close to me. He didn’t wait for an answer as he moved over to Dean. Adam stood over Dean, his crotch inches from Dean’s face, the outline of his hardening cock clearly visible through his mesh shorts. Adam took a hit, and slowly leaned down to Dean’s mouth, pressing his lips against the nervous jock boy. Dean’s whole body tensed as Adam grabbed his head and pushed their lips together, but he didn’t fight back as the smoke moved out from Adam and into him. Dean pulled back an inch and exhaled into Adam’s face, his eyes flickering from Adam’s lips to his eyes to his cock back to his lips.
“That’s some good shit, man,” Dean said looking up at Adam, licking his lips. I could practically see his heart pounding through his skin tight shirt.
“Thanks.” Adam replied cockily, “I only smoke the good shit.” Adam took another hit of the joint and blew the smoke down into his prey’s face, marking his territory. He leaned back and put the roach down on the ashtray, turned back to Dean, and looked deep into Dean’s big puppy dog eyes. “How about we get the real party started?”
In one quick, sensual movement, Adam reached down and pulled off his tank top, exposing his tight, tan body with a thick trail of hair leading down into shorts. I stood in awe at the scene, a dominant queer man standing over his conquest, at stammering, nervous jock boy, who would be a natural leader on the field (or behind a bar), but here in Adam’s poshly decorated apartment, he was nervous and anxious and completely enamored. Dean’s hand shakily reached up to Adam’s exposed torso and gently traced up his muscled stomach. Gaining more and more confidence with every inch, Dean was soon rubbing his hands all over Adam’s body, worshiping his taught waist, his formed pecs, his hard nipples. Dean’s hand found their way around Adam’s body and grabbed a hold of his hard, round bubble butt.
Adam let out a small moan and stepped closer to Dean, shoving his mesh-clad cock into Dean’s baby face. He was in heaven, being worshiped by this jock boy, claiming his new toy, owning his sexuality and his pleasure. Dean dove into Adam’s crotch, rubbing his face into Adam’s cock, taking in deep breaths of Adam’s scent. His hands grabbed onto Adam’s hard ass, and pulled him closer. In a quick flash, Dean reached up to the waistband and pulled down the mesh shorts that separated him from his prize. Adam’s hard cock sprung out and slapped Dean in the face. His cock was 7″ long, and thick like Adam’s large legs.
Dean was no longer hesitating, he was filled with lust and hunger. He jumped onto Adam’s dick, his mouth swallowed the tip, his tongue slurping on the large shaft. His hands grabbed onto Adam’s balls and pulled him closer, while his other hand wrapped around and latched onto Adam’s ass. I watched as Dean tried to deep throat Adam, pushing his mouth all the way down Adam’s cock. Adam put one hand on his hip, and the other grabbed the back of Dean’s head and helped him swallow his cock. Adam looked like a Greek god, standing over his loyal subject, commanding him to pleasure his master. With one hand on his conquest’s head, and his dick deep down the jock boy’s throat, Adam turned to me and motioned me over with his head.
“You want to try some of his mouth? He’s no pro, but he’s eager as hell.”
Dean came up from Adam’s cock, and confused he looked around Adam’s waist at me. He looked like a puppy, given two toys to play with but having the hardest time trying to decide which one would be more fun. I couldn’t say no to those eyes and baby face, besides, watching Adam seduce this jock was hot as hell and had me hard as a rock.
I got up from the couch, and pulled off my tank top and dropped my swim trunks to the floor. I was naked and walked over and stood beside Adam, whose cock stood out from his body and was still inches from Dean’s face. I had forgotten how hot Adam’s cock was, and how hot Adam was when he was aroused. Adam and I had fucked a couple of times before, his thick cock had felt great in my tight ass, and fuck, when Adam was full of passion, he oozed sensuality and sex. He was good looking normally, but naked, standing there with a raging boner, and a cocky grin on his face he was something else entirely: a sex god. When he reached out and placed his hand on my bare ass and pushed my cock to Dean’s mouth, I was no longer in control. Adam somehow commanded me, I was as helpless as Dean.
“Suck his cock, boy,” Adam said as he guided Dean’s head to the tip of my shaft. I shivered as Dean’s tongue flicked out and licked the precum from the top of my slit. Earlier today I would have done anything to avoid being here, but I have to admit, Adam was right, this was fucking hot. “Good boy, now open up,” Adam continued to command, and Dean followed, without question. I pushed my cock down Dean’s open throat, and felt his hot mouth close around my shaft. Dean’s hand came up and grabbed Adam’s cock and started stroking it, Adam moaned in pleasure. I felt Adam’s hand leave my ass and he traced his way up my back to my neck. He grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss.
Adam’s kiss was rough and passionate, full of lust and desire. There was no intimacy here, just a need for control and power. His tongue forced its way into my mouth as he pushed himself closer to me. I felt his hand grab my ass and his fingers started working their way to my hole. My hand traveled to the small of Adam’s back, resting right above the round globes of his ass. I reached around with my other hand and placed it on the back of Dean’s head, guiding him down my cock. Moments later I felt Adam’s hand on mine, helping me manipulate Dean as he sucked me off. Our fingers intertwined on the back of Dean’s head, grabbing his hair and pushing him up and down my shaft. Adam’s mouth never left mine.
Dean’s mouth was going to town on my cock, what he lacked in experience he made up for in exuberance, as he tried again and again to deep throat my dick. I felt Adam’s hand pushing on the back of Dean’s head, trying to force him to swallow my cock, asserting his dominance over Dean. As Dean choked on my dick, I felt Adams’ other hand exploring my ass, his fingers pushing their way to my tight hole. I moaned at the sensations of my dick being sucked and my hole being teased at the same time.
“Yeah,” Adam said, pulling away from our kiss, “you like that don’t you.” I looked into his face, he was full of lust and power, “You like your ass being played with while this boy sucks your cock.”
I didn’t know what to say, I was feeling too much pleasure. Luckily I didn’t have time to respond because Adam grabbed my head and pushed it down to his nipple. Instinctively I started licking and sucking his hard, hairy pec, feeling the tight muscles under my tongue. Adams hand gripped the back of Dean’s hair and pulled him off my cock, and before Dean could take a full breath pushed his mouth down Adams hard shaft.
“That’s right boys, take care of your big top. Suck my cock, worship my body.”
Both Dean and I moaned in response to his commands. I don’t know how it happened, but I was just as helpless as Dean was. Adam had this effect and I naively thought I was immune after years of seeing it in action. But I was wrong, so wrong. I was helpless, lost in the pure sex god that was Adam. And like any god, I knew he needed to be worshiped.
Adam’s hand started pushing my head down his body, but I needed no encouragement. I started kissing and licking my way down his muscled torso, kissing his nipple, down his pec, licking my way across his firm stomach. I stopped at his belly button to kiss down his happy trail and adjust to my knees, and soon I was eye level with Dean, and Adam’s huge erect cock. Dean pulled up and looked at me across the throbbing member. I looked into Dean’s thirsty green eyes, and saw him hungry for more. I licked my lips and saw him do the same, we were two boys wanting the same thing and there it was between us.
Our mouths met on Adam’s cock. Both in tongues licked up and down the throbbing piece of manhood. We heard Adam moan with delight as I moved down to his balls that were heavy and full of cum. Dean went to work on his shaft and I licked and put his sack in my mouth. It was heaven worshiping this cock, and being a part of a team with Dean. I knew we were doing good work when Adam spoke.
“Great job boys. Yeah suck my cock, play with my balls. Take care of your big top, worship my cock. Fuck yeah”
Adams hands were back on our heads, pushing us deeper into his crotch. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off and I was looking into Dean’s face with Adam’s hand controlling his head too. Dean was panting, his lips red from sucking on our cocks. I just noticed that Dean was still fully clothed, and I looked down and saw him rubbing against the giant bulge in his jeans.
“Alex, take off his shirt.” It was as if Adam was reading my mind. I reached over and grabbed at the hem line and pulled up in a fast motion. “STOP.” Adam barked at me. I stopped what I was doing and looked up, confused. “Go slow. Take your time.”
I did as I was told, and Adam kept giving me directions, coaching me as I undressed Dean.
“Slow, trace the ridges of his abs as you lift up. Dean, lean back a little and show off your body. Alex, look into his eyes as you raise his shirt above his nipples.” Adam’s words were hypnotic, I was lost in Dean’s gorgeous body and Adam’s slow, methodical instructions. My hands ran over Dean’s rock hard abs, tracing the indents around defined stomach and up to his hard round nipples. “Lick his tit.”
I did as I was told, I leaned down and put my mouth around Dean’s hard nipple. I heard Dean’s hard inhale as my tongue flicked over his pec, and kissed across his chest. I made my way over his wide chest to his other nipple and heard Alex speak to Dean, “Take off your shirt now, let Alex have access to your body.”
I felt Adam watching as Dean removed his shirt and I continued licking and kissing his hot, muscled body. I caught a whiff of his scent, still sweaty from a hard day’s work at the bar, and I felt my dick tighten as I tasted his manly pecs.
“Put your hand on his head.” I felt Dean’s big hand land on my head.
“Push him down your abs.” I felt pressure moving me down his body.
“Don’t stop kissing.” I didn’t. I kissed every inch of Dean’s body on my way down, savoring his manly taste and the rough feeling of his slightly hairy skin. I was pushed further down, kissing across his belly button, further down to the waist of his jeans.
“Keep going,” the sex god commanded, and Dean pushed my face down to the waist of his jeans. “Now Dean, stand up. Alex, unbutton his pants and take them off. Slowly.” The commands kept coming, and we kept obeying, not wanting to upset our master. Dean stood, and his crotch was now in my face, I reached up and slowly unbuttoned his pants, revealing a pair of tight trunks with a skull and cross bone pattern. I pulled down on the jeans, and had to force the tight pants over his large quads and calves. I pushed one leg at a time until Dean stepped out of them.
“Dean, do you want to stroke my hard cock?” Adam asked.
“Yes,” Dean replied, almost in a whisper.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir?” the question barely escaped Dean’s lips.
“Good boy. Reach over and grab my hard cock. Alex, pull down his underwear.” Adam commanded. I heard him inhale sharply as Dean’s hand reached out and started stroking his cock. I pulled the jock boy’s underwear down, over his round globes and down past his throbbing dick. It sprung up to full attention as I pushed down past his thick legs. “Suck it.”
I did as I was told and took Dean’s hot, big dick in my mouth. As his cock hit my tongue, a switch flipped in my brain, and the cock sucking slut that I am took full control. Gone were my worries about Jack, about school starting in a week, about everything. All that mattered were the two hard cocks in my face belonging to these two studs. I was going to service them, make them cum and make them remember the bottom boy who made them do it.
“Nice slut, suck his cock. You like getting your cock sucked by this thirsty bottom?”
“Fuck yeah, he’s -”
“Fuck yeah, what?” Adam cut Dean off and stared harshly into his eyes.
“Fuck yeah… sir. He’s a good cock sucker.”
“That’s a good boy, treat me with respect.” Adam grabbed Dean’s face with his hand and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. Adams dick hit my face as I sucked on Dean’s cock, I reached up and grabbed it out of Dean’s hands. Dean grabbed Adam and pulled him closer as they made out, pushing both cocks closer to my face.
I went to town.
I grabbed both dicks and started sucking, going back and forth shoving them into my mouth and swapping to the next cock. I stroked the cock I wasn’t deep throating, making sure not to neglect one big top over the other. The men kept kissing, tongues battling it out while their hands grabbed at each other’s toned bodies. I looked up past their big cocks, and admired the two hot studs going at. Their heavy breathing tightened their stomach muscles, showing off their abs, accentuating their hard, round pecs. Adam was still in control, his hand grabbing Dean’s head and pushing Dean’s mouth to his. My cock hardened and twitched as Adam pulled back from Dean and looked down at me with that devilish grin on his face.
“Dean, I want to watch you fuck Alex. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Dean responded eagerly.
“I want to watch you fuck his tight ass. I want to watch you pound the bottom slut’s brains out. I want to see your big cock enter his little ass hole and fuck the shit out him. You better not let me down.”
“I won’t let you down, sir.”
“Good boy,” Adam kissed Dean on the lips, then looked down at me. “Now get on the couch.”
I did as I was told, and sat down on the couch, looking up at the two big tops, Adam standing slightly behind Dean, smiling at me while resting his hands on Dean’s toned sides. Adam pushed Dean over to me, so he was looming over me on the couch. I bit my lower lip and leaned back, lifting my long, tight legs into the air, exposing my ass to Dean’s big cock. Dean knelt down and aimed his dick at my waiting hole. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, pulling my ass up to his waiting, hard cock. Adam appeared beside Dean with a small bottle of lube in his hands. He poured a drop onto his fingers and reached over to Dean’s cock and started stroking.
“Thanks bro -” Dean said and felt Adam’s hand stop abruptly on Dean’s cock. He squeezed. Dean gasped as Adam’s hand tightened around his cock. “What the fuck bro -”
“Sir.”
“What?”
Adam held Dean’s cock, inches away from my waiting hole, he tightened his grip even harder on the throbbing shaft. He reached up and grabbed Dean’s hair and pulled his face close to his. When he spoke, it was slow and deep and quiet. “Let’s get one thing straight here ‘bro’. You are about to fuck this twink swimmer slut because I am letting you. You are going to fuck him because I want to see you stretch his tight hole, and you better not disappoint. You better fuck him good for me. You better put on a show for me. You better pound his tight slut ass. For. ME. You got that bitch?”
Adam held Dean’s face close to his, breathing hard into his face. His hand still gripped tight to Dean’s cock, which I felt twitch against my hole. It seemed light Dean was getting even harder with Adam’s dominance.
Finally, after a few sharp breaths, Dean whimpered “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir. I’m going to fuck this slut for you. I’m going to pound him for you.”
“Good boy, Dean. You’re a good boy. I can’t wait to watch your bitch ass fuck this slutty swimmer. You know you’re going to be his second load today?”
“Wh-what?”
“Yes, bitch. This slut has already taken a load today, and you’re going to be second. You’re going to fuck him till he comes. And then you’re going to cum into his ass. And I’m going to watch as you dump your load into this slut. Are you ready to do that for me?”
“Yes, sir. Please sir.”
With his dominance asserted, Adam continued to lube on Dean’s rock hard member and aim it at my waiting hole. I’m not normally this submissive, but with Adam, I melt into a baby slut waiting to be told what to do. And with Dean in the mix, I knew I was just a hole, a hot slut bottom for the two big tops to dominate. Maybe it was booze, or the pot, or the heat, but I was completely turned on by the situation.
Adam lined Dean’s cock with my hole, and placed his other hand on the small of Dean’s back. “Push in slowly. Take your time.”
Dean’s cock pushed against me, I felt his rock hard head start to enter my tight hole. I looked up to Dean, but found his eyes were fixated on Adam, keeping strong eye contact with the domineering alpha, following his instructions. Dean pushed in further, and I let out a sharp breath as his cock pushed through my ring, entering me inch by inch. Adam still guided Dean’s cock, slowing this movement inside of me. It felt so fucking good having this jock boys hard dick enter my hole. Dean’s body was tense, showing every muscle, his abs tight, his chest rising and falling quickly with his short breaths, his biceps pushing against my legs. His eyes were still locked with Adam’s.
“Good boy, now push in a little further,” Adam commanded as he stepped back, releasing the hold on Dean’s cock. With Adam’s eye contact breaking as he moved away from the fuck, Dean finally glanced down at me. I saw him look down at my hard cock, across my abs and pecs and up to my face. I bit my lip as our eyes made contact, his baby face was scrunched in concentration as he pushed further into me. I felt his dick tense as he pushed in, and I felt him go deeper into my ass.
“Yes boy, just like that. Slow, steady. Look at the slut, look into his eyes, see how much he loves your hard, thick cock.” While Adam wasn’t inside me, he was inside our heads, commanding us. And we obeyed. I don’t know why, but Adam calling me a slut and being used by this jock boy was everything I wanted. And Dean was loving it too.
Dean was now deep inside me, I could feel him getting close to bottoming out, he was filling me up. “Go on, push further, get it all in.” And Dean pushed.I felt his hard cock go deeper and deeper, slowly spreading my ass, pushing against me. I felt his thick member hit my spot, slowly rub past my swollen prostate. I let out a loud moan as he kept steadily entering my hole, “Stop!” ordered Adam, “Hold it there.”
Dean stopped suddenly and looked down at me, my mouth open, moaning at his cock pressing against my button. I met Dean’s large almond shaped eyes and saw him struggling hard not to start fucking my tight hole. He held my legs on his broad, beefy shoulders, the muscles in his body tense, trying their best to hold still as Adam commanded.
“Good boy, Dean,” Dean’s mouth turned into a sloppy smile at Adam’s words of encouragement. “Now, hold it right here. Feel his tight ass on your cock, feel your cock rubbing against this sluts clit.” Dean’s cock tensed and throbbed in my ass as Adam showered him with praise. I couldn’t help but moan in torturous pleasure. Adam walked closer to the two of us, and stood over us, looking down at Dean’s hard dick in my ass, my legs over Dean’s jock shoulders, my tight swimmer’s body drenched in sweat, my breaths short from my prostate being continuously pressed on my Dean’s still cock.
Adam walked behind Dean, and got right behind him. He placed his hands on Dean’s built hips and pressed his body against Dean’s rippling back. Adam’s mouth lined up with Dean’s ear and he whispered, “You’re suck a fucking hot top Dean. You’re such a good jock boy fucking this slut for me. Look at how you make him moan with out even fucking him, you’re dick just hard as a rock in his ass. You like looking down at his slut?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want to fuck him good for me?”
“YES, SIR!”
“Good boy. Now slowly fuck him. Follow my lead,” I saw Adam’s hands grip around Dean’s waist, grabbing right above his round ass, his index finger resting on the perfect v-indent that traced down to his dick. Adam pushed forward with his thumbs, pressing Dean’s hips into my ass, his cock pushing deeper into me. I felt the last inches fill me up. I gasped with pleasure as Adam forced this hot jock boys dick all the way into my ass.
Adam held him in me for a brief moment before reversing and pulling Dean slowly back out of me. I saw Dean’s ass move back and press up against Adam’s raging boner, knowing Adam loved the feeling of Dean’s hot bubble butt pressing against his member. I yelped as the throbbing head of Dean’s dick passed by my button, pushing it up into me. I felt his cock come to a stop a little before he’d leave my hole, and saw Adam reverse course, this time pressing with his hips as well as his hands, making sure his cock was still against Dean’s cheeks.
“Good boy, Dean. You’re doing great. Slowly fuck his slut for me. Slowly feel his hot ass take your big cock.” Dean couldn’t look prouder as Adam whispered those words in his ears. His nipples stood rock hard against his round, jock pecs. His stomach tightened showing his hard abs as he was pushed further into my ass by Adam’s big, rough hands. Dean leaned his head back into Adam’s neck, and Adam turned and started licking Dean’s ears.
It was so fucking hot looking up at these two studs, Adam’s big hands guiding Deans hips in and out of my tight ass. My legs on Dean’s shoulders, Dean’s hands wrapped around my legs, his hot thick body tensing with every thrust into me. Adam started moving him faster, both his hands and his hips pushing and pulling Dean in and out of my hole, rubbing my prostate, sending shivers up my body with every pass. Adams hands left Dean’s hips and started rubbing over his ripped body, across his tight abs, and up to hard nipples. Dean moaned loudly as Adam pulled at his nips and pushed his cock further into my ass with his hips. He was lost in pleasure, a little buzzed and a little high, his cock throbbed as he moved in and out of me.
“Good boy Dean, you’re being such a good bitch.”
“Thank you sir,” Dean replied, lost in Adam’s wicked plan of pleasure.
“Now lean down, and kiss him. Kiss this slut for me.”
And Dean did, he bent down, his strong gaze locked with mine. He lowered my legs to his sides and held them with his strong forearms, and pressed his mouth against mine. He was more tender than expected, with big soft lips that met mine. He slowly pressed his tongue against my lips and pushed them apart, he closed his eyes as he entered my mouth. I heard a click off in the distance, and felt Dean’s dick push deep inside of me. I heard something drop to the floor as I moaned into his mouth feeling his cock force it’s way further into me.
Dean snapped up, “What the fu-” and he was pushed back against me, his face pressing up against me.
“Keep kissing the slut, boy” and I knew what was happening. Adam had picked up the lube and was pressing his hard cock at Dean’s virgin jock hole as he leaned over and kissed me. Dean’s mouth was on mine, open but not kissing. I opened my eyes and saw a panic flash against his face and then he pushed further into me, pressing me down against the couch. Next thing I knew, Dean was tensing up, every fiber of his tight muscles contracted against my body, his cock swelled even bigger in my ass, his breathing stopped. His face scrunched with pain, and he let out a gasp into my mouth. “Good boy, jock bitch. Now, relax. Feel your dom’s cock enter your ass.”
To my surprise, Dean relaxed. He forced his eyes closed and started kissing me again, as if kissing his slut bottom would block out the fact he was now Adam’s bitch. As if kissing me would change the fact he was bottoming for his new dom.
And then he moaned into my mouth. I knew in that instance, Adam had won. His wicked plan had worked. He turned this top jock into his bottom bitch.
Dean relaxed into my mouth and kissed me with passion and fervor. His tongue tangled with mine as he pressed his hard body against my slim physique. His cock was throbbing him my ass, and pressed hard against me as Adam pushed against him. Into him. I could feel Dean’s cock pulsing with pleasure as Adam entered his ass, pushing against him, pushing into me. The three of us all fucking, my legs in the air, sinking into the couch as these two big studs pressed against me. Well, one stud, and one bitch. Fucking their little swimmer slut.
Then Dean was pulled back. I could see Adams fingers gripping his hair, pulling his head up and back, elongating his hot body. Dean’s back was arched as far as it could be, his hips sandwiched between my sexy little ass, and Adam’s big, strong hips.
“Now it’s time. Are you all ready to be fucked?”
“Yes, SIR!” Dean gasped.
And somehow, I too found myself whimpering the words, “yes, sir.”
And then Adam turned into a sex god. He wrapped his large beefy arms around Dean’s muscular torso, leaned in and bit Dean’s earlobe, and started to fuck. His hips moved with strength and determination as he started pounding Dean’s ass. Every thrust sent a shockwave through Dean and into my ass. He started going faster, his hips pounding into Dean, Dean laying into me. Every thrust was felt twice, once inside Dean’s no-longer virgin hole, and again in my slut ass. It felt as if Adam was fucking me though Dean.
Dean was gone in sensation, his hard dick was was moving quickly in and out of me. Adam’s hands were ravaging his body, rubbing over his hard abs, grabbing his pert nipples and tweaking them as he pounded into us. Dean was moaning, louder and louder with every thrust. I was lost in lust looking up at these two studs, their hot bodies pressed against each other, Dean gripped tight in Adam’s embrace, Adam enjoying every inch of his new bitch.
“Sir! I’m going to cum, sir!”
Adam stopped slamming into Dean. “No bitch, you don’t get to cum till you make him cum.” Everything paused for a moment while Dean took this in and gathered his strength not to cum into my ass right there. His body was tense with every muscle in his body constricted, his face tight trying to hold his orgasm in. Slowly he came down and looked into my eyes, my legs still up on his shoulders, my cock hard laying against my abs. He reached down and grabbed my dick in his hand and started stroking, I tilted my head back and moaned into the air. I opened my eyes and saw Dean and Adam reflected in the mirror above my head, Adam’s devilish grin plastered across his face as he held tight to his new jock prize.
“That’s right pretty bitch boy, stroke his slut cock. Get it nice and hard, I know this slut, he’s ready to cum.” And he was right, he did know me, and knew by looking at my hard cock and loaded balls I was ready to explode. “You ready bitch? I want you to fuck him.”
Dean paused for a beat as the realization washed over him. Then he smiled, he knew what this meant. His hips slowly started to move, first deep into me, and then back. Back into Adam’s waiting hard cock. And he moaned as he pressed his rock hard ass into Adam’s hips, and then pushed forward, his cock bottoming out in my ass. Dean was actually enjoying himself, feeling pleasure he never felt before. One huge stud cock up his ass, his cock swallowed by a hot twink bottom, and him, in the middle, being worshiped by this slut, and owned by this dom. And he knew what he had to do.
Dean leaned his head back and turned it to face Adam. He reached back and grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled it to his face. “Oh sir, I’m not going to make him cum. I’m going to make you cum.”
And with that he pushed his face to Adam’s and kissed him hard, holding his lips to his and he started thrusting. He moved his hips back and forth, faster and harder than I thought he could. This bottom-virgin jock had given in to Adam, and was going to please him, and at the same time give me the pounding I deserved. Soon he was slamming into both of us, using us as leverage to push off and slam into the other. His balls smacked against my ass, his ass slammed against Adam’s thighs.
Then he got vocal.
“You like that sir? You like it when I ride your cock? When I fuck you?” Dean asked between stilted breaths. “You like watching me fuck this twink, sir? Look in the mirror sir, and watch me fuck this slut, watch me sir. Watch what my hot jock body can do.”
I leaned back, taking the pounding of a lifetime, and looked into the mirror. I saw Adam’s eyes locked with Dean’s through the mirror as they fucked eachother. Adams’ hands still grabbed Dean’s body, holding him close across his round pecs. Dean’s thick biceps flexed as he held Adam’s face close to his, his hard body elongated showing off every muscle as he gyrated back and forth into my ass and up Adam’s cock.
“You like what you see, sir? Your new bitch bottom taking control? You like the way my ass feels, don’t you sir? What was that?”
“Yes,” hissed Adam as Dean pushed back.
“Yes, what?” Dean asked as he plowed back into my waiting hole.
“Yes, bitch.” Adam said with confidence.
“That’s right sir, I’m your bitch. I’m your jock bitch straight boy who loves taking your cock. You like fucking me? You like being inside me?”
“Yes, bitch.”
“Good, sir.” Dean was going for it now, he was breathing hard and fast, if he was getting tired I couldn’t tell. He was hitting his stride, his rhythm forceful and strong, penetrating my tight ass and getting fucked at the same time. “Cum for me sir, come for your jock bottom, I want to feel your hot seed filling my hole.”
Adam was losing it, I’d never seen him lose control before, but he couldn’t help it. This hot jock had become his, and now his bitch boy was taking over. “I want you to cum in my ass, sir. I NEED you to cum in my ass.” Dean was now pushing slowly into my ass, and thrusting back fast and hard onto Adam. Again. Again. Taking all of his big top’s cock into his ass with every thrust, and bottoming out into me with every slow push.
I was losing it, seeing this hot jock power bottom for Adam, turning the whole endeavor against him, taking control. I reached down and grabbed my cock, starting to stroke it as Dean pushed into my ass. I looked up across Dean’s toned, muscled body, my legs still resting on his bulging forearms.
“I’m going to cum,” I panted, and I heard Dean respond, “Good slut, come for your hot tops.”
And Dean plowed forward one more time, his dick plowed past my prostate sending electricity through my balls and up my cock, and I exploded into the air. Thick shoots of cum shot up, hitting Adam in the face and splashing against Dean’s chest. I kept shooting as Dean kept fucking my hole, pulling out, pushing in, and I heard Adam pant.
“Fuck, bitch. I’m going to cum.”
“Cum inside me, sir. Cum for me.”
And Adam did. I could see in his face an intense orgasm as he shot into Dean’s waiting hole. Adam pushed against Dean, and pushed into me, and I felt it, Dean’s dick finally tensing up and letting go. As Adam came in him, Dean ejected inside of me. I felt him fill me up with his cum, shot after shot aiming down my hole. Dean kept fucking us, deep in me, taking in Adam as they both came. Dean reached his head back and kissed Adam as he kept cumming. I saw him stick out his tongue and lick my cum off of Adam’s face, and then kiss Adam, swapping my cum in their mouths.
After a moment, they both collapsed against me, falling into one sweaty pile. I felt Dean breath out as Adam pulled out of him and sat on the couch. Dean took his cue and slowly left me, leaving me with cum dripping out of my well stretched hole. He plopped on the couch between me and Adam, as if that is where he always belonged. He pulled me into his arms and rested my head on his chest and then leaned into Adam’s sweaty pit and took a deep breath.
“Well, sir, I didn’t cum till he came.” Dean said looking up into Adam’s eyes.
“You did great bitch. Really great.”
“Thank you sir.” And we sat quietly for a minute catching our breaths, our sweaty bodies tangled on the couch. Then Dean stirred, sighed, and started to get up. “Well, boys. It was fun, but I promised the girl I’d take her out tonight. So I gotta get going.”
He got up and found his clothes and got dressed. Adam took a deep breath and stood up, naked and sweaty and sexy as hell.
“Glad you could make it Dean.”
“Me too,” Dean said looking at Adam. He then glanced over to me, still naked and covered in cum and sweat on the couch, “Great to meet you Alex,” and then turned to Adam, grabbed his ass and pulled him into a deep, sexy kiss, “And I’m very glad to meet you, sir.”
“Maybe I’ll see you again, bitch.” Adam smiled between kisses.
“If you’re lucky, sir,” Dean said, pushing a naked Adam away and back down onto the couch. With that, Dean grabbed his keys and wallet and left the apartment.
***Author’s Note***
First, I want to thank everyone who has joined Alex’s Adventures so far, the response has been overwhelming, and I can’t thank you enough for your support and feedback.
Second, please keep that feedback coming. I have written several chapters so far, but I have definitely gone back and edited based on your comments. And while I have the larger story mapped out in my head, the reactions, the comments, and messages are helping me shape it in ways I didn’t expect. So, thank you for your feedback, compliments and criticisms. I truly appreciate it.
Finally, Alex’s Adventures are just beginning, and I’m excited to see where they go. Please let me know what you want to see more of, less of, what is missing. Part of sharing here on Literotica is getting that direct feedback, so let me know and I’ll see about incorporating your ideas into Alex’s next adventure. Thank you!
-Robo