A gay story: Chapter 4: The Boat House Rule #4
Show respect and courtesy towards fellow students by listening actively, communicating respectfully, and considering others’ perspectives.
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All I had to do was wait patiently for the boys to come to me. I knew they’d have no choice but to do whatever I wanted to get this photo.
Looking at the polaroid in my hands… well I had to give them props, especially little Isaac — I didn’t know the kid had it in him — the photo was HOT. The kid with perfect coppery skin and black hair, dripped with beads of sweat in the photo, his head leaned against the fit curly-haired boy — pretty sure that one was named Alaister.
Both of their cocks were still way hard in the photo and tipped with excess cum stain; across from them but not blocking the BEST part of the photo, was brown-haired golden eyes, glancing back and meeting the camera with his blazing gaze. And then on his knees, ass out between the three kinky little shits, dripping with outrageous amounts of their inexperienced cream… was my dirty little step brother.
Isaac.
Man he was small, dressed in nothing but his birthday suit. In the photo you could only see his shaved back cut and the frame of his nose, mouth, and eyes. You couldn’t see the front of his stupid — finally growing out! — bowl cut from one of the maids most recently doing his hair. And there? Shocking the hell out of me? An actual fucking sex toy sticking out of the 18-year-olds fat ass. The lines of his pucker were obvious around the flesh of the ass-capper.
I wondered if anyone had pumped my step-bro with their juices before feeding that thing into him.
Knock! Knock! sounded on the door of my private dorm; my partners in crime rolled over in my bed that they were sharing, groaning as they hurried up and slipped into clothing. Looking over my shoulder I watched as Clark’s flaccid cock slluuuurrrrped out of Dom’s gaping ass hole and the mess leaked out all over my sheets.
“Sorry.” Dom smirked, brushing back his bristling army haircut and grinning tiredly at me. His sweaty ebony abs looked great in the dim lighting of just the bedside lamp.
“You’re cleaning that shit up.” I sighed.
It had been kind of cute how they’d fallen asleep curled like that after Clark finished rutting his lover; in an armchair across from them the fourth member of our little ‘team’ — really just buddies who had already been hanging out before we discovered what was going on in the teen’s dorm below — he uncurled from his chair and jumped up to join me at the bedroom door.
Knock! Knock! Came again.
‘Right on time.’ I thought; once Clark and Dom were dressed, I opened the door to my spacious residence and welcomed the newcomers. The light framed two figures waiting in the hallway, my new buddy-bro-step-sibling in his nerdy thick rimmed glasses… and surprisingly one of the guys who hadn’t featured in my little ‘smut shot’ of the group. Both disappointing and a little intriguing.
I’d seen this one around campus sometimes, but even more often I’d noticed him out on the beach: ‘Moss?’ I think the other kids called him. He was nearly the opposite of Isaac, almost double the boy’s height with long arms and even longer legs; his spiked hair was dyed robin-egg blue. Hanging low over his frame he wore a baggy black sweatshirt with dangling string tassels; it reached so far toward his knees that it almost looked like Moss wasn’t wearing any other clothing; when he shifted though I caught sight of the sports shorts beneath. In his right ear he had two silver stud piercings.
“Isaac told me what you did.” Moss challenged; but the photo evidence was already gripped matter-of-factly in my hand.
Something alluring about having fresh meat for our trap. Clark grinned and nudged me in the ribs, eyeballing Moss and nodding approvingly.
Me though? I couldn’t take my eyes off of little Isaac.
“You surprised me tonight, kid.” I told him.
Isaac looked petrified out in the hallway, his quickly thrown on sweatpants and tight brown pullover trembling a little on his small frame. His pink toes were sockless in white flipflops; for a cock-bulging second, I wondered if he still had the anal plug in…
“Please.” He pleaded simply, the little word turning me on so badly my balls hurt.
“Please, what?” I dared him.
“Dallas, please.” Behind those stupid annoying little glasses his spring green eyes widened to their edges, “Dal… you know if you show that photo to your dad, we’ll both get our asses kicked out of here.”
“Maybe I’ll get your pervy friends kicked out too.” I teased, really laying into the guy and then flipping the picture around so he saw exactly how damning my evidence was.
Clearly not liking his friend getting pushed around, Moss moved in front of Isaac — his defensiveness and chest raise, balled up fists and clenched jaw, well… it only made me want to dominate them that much more. So fucking hot… Isaac had chosen really good friends.
“What do you want jerk-face.” Moss growled.
“Come on Dal.” Dom complained over my other shoulder.
“Give us the photo now or our voices are going to wake the counselors.” Out of sight Isaac threatened in his best strong-man voice.
That tone had used to frustrate me back home, especially when his mom, my step-mom, would step in and make me apologize to the little twerp. Even then it had never been aggressive or mean though… I could tell that through all his insecurities and periodic fake bravado, he WANTED to be submissive; little twink liked it.
I wasn’t worried by his threat; by unspoken rule the counselors never checked in on the senior dorms. We were allowed so much liberty, me especially.
“Is this gonna take all night?” Complained my last buddy and fourth of our group — we’d all been roommates together during our freshman year — he was a tall Venezuelan kid with a handsome Spanish accent and coiling strings of long black hair that always smelled like coconut oil. Like Moss here, he had piercings in his ears, little gold ones on both lobes. We all called him ‘Yuse’, full name: Yusmairobis. His parents must have had a terrible sense of humor; he’d lost them both when he was young though, so no figuring out much about his naming.
“Yuse is right.” I agreed, pushing Moss out of my way and heading out of the room.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going!” Moss complained as I brushed past Isaac, glowering down at little step-bro as I did.
“Come follow us and find out.” I ordered over my shoulder.
“Seriously guys.” Clark added in a more understanding voice, “It would be a good idea to shut the hell up and come with us if you ever want that photo.”
Sneaking through the school this late at night? Or early in the morning, whatever you wanted to call it, was one of our favorite past times. We’d grown more bold our junior semester on Abstinere Island and me, the two heart-throbs Dom and Clark, and Yuse had all started exploring the school and the island at insane hours of the night. We’d found a lot of secret places and had a lot of kinky first-time fun; I was proud the tradition of having that kind of fun was clearly living on inside the school. Clutched in my hand was photo evidence of that.
We’d first heard what we thought were sex noises at 2 in the morning, but it had been Clarks genius idea to lower a hand mirror on a stick down through my dorm window and angle it facing into the room below. We’d caught the beginnings of all the hot action and watched clear up until the hairy white kid bust his nut all over my step-brothers fat ass.
“Quick!” I’d shouted to the others at the time, “Grab me my camera!” Knowing I only had a few more glorious minutes to catch the freshmen in the act; bonus points that this would finally give me leverage over little Isaac.
Clark and Dom didn’t join me in my sprint to take the damning polaroid — they had started arguing about something stupid. How Clark had climbed down maybe? into the boys dorm below us, using my window to get there; and how he’d planted something in their room. Either way, when I made it back upstairs with the evidence, they must have made up because they were laying in MY BED and Clark was gripping Dom around the neck and thrusting into him from behind.
Inconsiderate perves.
The stairwells were the quietest route to travel so I led the group around the upper floor and to the most western exit; you had to force the stiff knob to get the door open, but I’d learned that secret long ago. The old mansion, now turned into a school hundreds of years later, revealed a tight spiral wooden staircase with a metal rod through its center all the way up to us on the top floor. Well… there was an attic… but this was the highest you could go without breaking in somewhere.
“I didn’t know this was here.” Moss breathed, sounding impressed rather than frustrated. Dom closed the door quietly behind our little night party.
“There’s so much you guys are going to learn about this school.” I promised.
We started spiraling down.
“I already learned that you’re an ass hole.” Moss stated, “Go ahead and check that one off the list.”
Isaac chuckled, but I wasn’t mad. They had no idea what was coming to them… and even though I was sure they’d both enjoy the hell out of it… it would cement this fact: we were here first and we were in charge.
“Too bad your friend Finn didn’t come.” Clark complained, “Talk about blue balls.”
“Blue balls?” Moss’s voice sounded very concerned like he was catching on, “What exactly are you guys going to do to us?”
We ignored the kid.
I let Isaac brush past in front of me and then I reached out and gripped his left shoulder HARD. “Ow!” He complained.
“Keep walking and don’t make any noise unless I tell you too.” I ordered him.
“You’re kidding about Finn, right?” Dom’s voice sounded farther up the staircase, talking to his boyfriend. That new-student Finn had been a sore spot between them the last week or so, even though nothing had happened between him and Clark. “You… you won’t fuck him without my permission, right baby?” Dom begged.
Clark mumbled a promise, but I’d known the kid for years now and well… Clark would do pretty much whatever turned him on the most. If he was interested in exploring, he’d explore.
This is why dating guys and getting romantic was stupid. It was so annoying how tied down Dom and Clark seemed to be; of course, they were both gayer than gay, so its what they wanted. Me? I’d learned that when there are no women around you may as well try another flavor. Each semester brought new boy holes for me to try, and just because I didn’t love men didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy their greedy little openings. A guy had to fill his needs somewhere.
We reached the bottom floor of the building, the staircase bottoming out in a short hallway with doors to the left and to the right. Taking our group through the door on the left, still pushing Isaac in front of me and ordering him where to walk, we stepped into the cool outside breeze. We were maybe a hundred yards distant from the rocking boat docks with their speed boats, lashed down sea kayaks, and other watercraft.
“It’s been way too long.” Yuse crooned excitedly; his gaze was fixed past the docks clear out to their end and off a narrower wooden platform which led to a black and brown wood ‘house’ out on stilts on top of the water.
“Our old haunt; wow it’s been a long summer break.” The excitement was palpable in Clark’s voice and then he did as I was doing to Isaac, but to Moss’s right shoulder. “Move. Don’t complain and walk.” He bossed the boy; his tone was clipped and sharp.
“But…” Moss began.
“Do you want the entire school to see your friends covering Isaac here in boy batter? Need to see the photo again?” Dom threatened and that shut the surfer boy up.
We hadn’t even reached the place and my boner was so stiff it ached.
The docks rolled and bounced on the waves as we walked across them, their lashings and chains wiggling but holding together in a steady rhythm. The palm fronds hissed in the wind and morning birds were starting to chirrup all over the island. I loved this place.
“Reach into my left pants pocket and grab the keys there.” I ordered Isaac as we reached the solid footing of the stilted boathouse.
Isaac reached his little hand into my pocket.
“Wait.” I ordered, “A little to the left, stay there… awwwww. Those aren’t the keys Isaac, but give it a little rub.”
Through my jeans his fingers rubbed gently against my pent-up ramrod.
“That’s just sick.” Moss complained again; but him talking was clearly the last straw for Dom and Clark because Dom’s belt was already off and Clark easily restrained the slim surfer boy, bringing him to his knees. They were able to get the leather strap between the boy’s mouth and tighten it up to his cheeks. He struggled and wheezed while Isaac frustratingly stopped massaging my dick through the rough fabric.
“They warned you not to talk.” Yuse chuckled.
“We might take it off once we’re inside.” Dom hummed contentedly.
“That is if you’re a good boy.” Clark added.
I glanced over my shoulder, maybe worried they were already taking it too far on the kid, but then Yuse nodded at the obvious chub in Moss’s pants. Interesting… this was making him hard?
“Go ahead and grab the keys.” I ordered Isaac.
He pulled them out and I walked him through unlocking first the deadbolt and then the door lock; the metal boathouse door shrieked without having been oiled in so many months, but the ocean was too loud for the noise to give us away.
Our submissive boys were moved inside of the surprisingly ample-roomed interior and we followed behind them, closing and locking our gorgeous new friends inside. Clark flicked on the light and revealed all the work the four of us had done over the past two years to convert this old tin can.
Our power was drawn from the school and fed to the boathouse through old existing sealed pipes the old mansion owners must have fed through the water and to the boathouse some years before. The lights flickered dimly at first and then got very bright; we’d upped the number of bulbs and replaced them with newer LED versions. Three hanging poles with lightbulb attachments blazed up the room, making it feel warm and revealing all the corners nicely. Also, the angled ceiling had two sets of tree lights we’d woven through old fish nets tacked up above.
The space no longer contained boats or even access to the water. We’d sealed up the boat entrances and installed new planking, insulation, and top flooring through the hole where you could once see water. Cut in the middle of this new flooring we’d installed a little window where you could still look down into the choppy waves — on clear days you might see a turtle or some fish down there. All of the rooms windows had been boarded over and then sanded into a uniform rectangular shape. We’d installed a little bathroom with a closeable door; just a toilet, small bathtub, and sink. That was the only other door beside the entrance.
The rest of the space was filled with inward facing walls of full height mirrors attached side by side. We’d then installed plush home gym turf completely surrounding the center of the room; parked on the turf were our own private workout benches, suspension trainer, barbell, power rack, rowing machine, power bikes, and treadmills. The mirror-free far wall also had hooks and platforms for dumbbells, kettle bells, resistance bands, and towels for drying off after.
“Its good to be home.” Dom was way too quickly out of his shirt and flexing his abs at the newcomers.
“Dad let you build this?” Isaac sounded awed.
“Of course he did; he founded this school. Plus… I may have promised him I’d share the gym with… a few other people.”
“Anyway!” Clark let go of Moss and the surfer boy tumbled over onto his knees in the squishy gym matting, “Welcome to The Boathouse. You tell anyone this exists and we’ll fucking end you.”
“Finn said you were nice.” Isaac glared daggers at my buddy who was grinning with his perfect teeth and starting to tie up his thick auburn topknot.
“Yeah. I am nice. But we don’t bring boys here to be nice to them.” Clark smirked.
“Don’t talk back to my friends, little brother.” I warned Isaac, “Step-mommy isn’t here to stop me from doing. Whatever. I. Want. To. You.”
“Damn Dallas… do you see the way your step-brothers dick is twitching in those sweatpants? I think he wants you to embarrass him.” Yuse flopped onto one of the workout benches and pointed to Isaac’s bulge.
“No.” Isaac protested in a weak shrill voice that sent shivers of anticipation down my spine, “I don’t want anything.”
“That’s not what your dick is saying.” I grinned. And since Moss was already the most vulnerable and not in an easy place to fight what would happen next I pointed at the gagged surfer dude with his light brown tan and added, “Now strip your little buddy for me.”
“What?” Isaac’s lips were dry, eyes trembling. He looked back toward the door, but we’d made sure to lock it and Dom had the keys.
“Strip your little surfer buddy. All of his clothes, boxers too. And then strip yourself down and give me your clothes and his clothes.”
Isaac was slow at first, merely hovering unsure near Moss, but when I wagged the photograph in my hand he sprung to action. Moss struggled against Isaac pulling the baggy sweater off of him, but relented when the smaller boy said, “We have no choice.” Moss had hard nipples the size of quarters and I got turned on by the way Dom and Clark were eyeballing them.
We didn’t take off our things, that step would come later; soon as we saw how Isaac and surfer-bro were responding to the treatment.
Next Isaac pulled down his friends shorts and athletic socks; lastly, he stripped off the black boxers. Currently Moss was flaccid, but I could have sworn he’d been sporting a hard-on before we gagged him.
Moving faster, Isaac lifted his arms and shrugged out of the long-sleeved shirt. Looking so deliciously embarrassed, he dropped the top to the floor and then awkwardly shuffled out of his pants and damp tighty-whities. His hands were clutching over the privates, but Clark barked for him to ‘move them’, and he despondently uncapped his hands to reveal a 4 1/2 inch virginal prick.
I’d seen him wandering the house with his little pecker back home, but never with it hard. Could the kid even cum yet? Oh yeah… guess I had photo evidence that he could.
To my disappointment he didn’t still have the anal plug up his ass. My cock twitched with irritation and rampant desire.
“You were a good boy.” Clark moved forward and slowly unfastened the belt cinched to the back of Moss’s head and electric blue hair which was now all messy.
“Have you guys heard of dominant and submissive?” I asked.
Moss glared rebelliously at Clark in front of him, then massaging his sore jaw he nodded his head at me. Isaac shook his head.
“Well, we’re Dominant — ‘Doms'” I pointed at myself and the three other seniors. “What that means is we’re in charge. For the next hour while we all work out, we tell you what to do… and you do it. You don’t complain. You’re both submissive — Subs. You want to please us, don’t you? You want me to rip up this photo so you and your friends can all go back to playing your kinky games together… right? No shame.”
“No shame?” Moss scoffed.
“Do you want this belt to go back in your mouth sub!” Clark warned, draping the saliva wet band of the belt over the fit surfer’s shoulder.
He shook his head… he also grew noticeably harder between the legs.
Dominic — or Dom as we called him — leaned up from his lazy stretch, his gorgeous six pack rolling with the motion. “If you have any needs you can call us Sir or Sir’s, Master, or by our names. We get to call you whatever the fuck we want. Understood.”
“Understood.” They both answered. Good… they were starting to get it faster and better than the first group of boys we’d brought to this place more than a year back. Yuse grinned stupidly at me and I nodded my shared enjoyment.
More than their compliance turning me on though… the fact that it was little Isaac — my annoying nerdy little step brother — who would be submitting to the four of us tonight.
“If you don’t like something we’re doing, you’re allowed one safe word.” It had to be said, even if I maybe didn’t want to give them an out from the fun, “This is only to be used if you’re in pain or we’re tormenting you past your limit — trust me kids… we’ll be taking it easy on you this first time around.”
“You’re still going to be fucking embarrassed though.” Dom promised them.
Moss and Isaac exchanged nervous glances.
“Go ahead, pick a word.” Clark sighed, glaring at me but knowing this was necessary so that we didn’t get in trouble.
“Canoe?” Isaac suggested stupidly; Moss nodded.
“Come on step-bro, lets separate you from your buddy here.” I hefted Isaac up by his arm, his little tally-wacker bobbing side to side and smacking small frame as he stood. The room was warm with its extra layers of insulation, I doubt he even missed his clothing. “You guys got that one?” I nodded to Clark and Dom, but Dom surprised me by shaking his head and moving toward me and Isaac.
He licked his lips, appreciating the small frame of my step-brother as much as I did; the tight pale shoulder blades, the little tuck of his spine, his impressively jiggly ass cheeks.
“Guess that leaves you and me Yuse.” Clark pulled Moss up by both arms and he and our gorgeous Venezuelan friend towed their sub toward one of the rowing machines.
“Ever lifted weights?” I asked my step-brother, knowing based on his flat stomach that the answer was ‘no’.
An embarrassed head shake; his overgrown bowl cut was frizzed from lack of sleep; arousingly there was dried cum from earlier flaking from the hair around his left ear.
“When I said ‘take off your clothes’ I meant the glasses too.” I plucked them from around his ears and plopped the pair on one of the nearby matte benches. “You can see pretty fine without them, plus they’ll just make it harder for us to see if your suffering badly enough.”
“Come here.” Dom patted a spot between his legs facing the cable machine; when Isaac hesitated, I reminded him that he had to do what we said. His little naked body sat down between Dom’s much thicker thighs, the older guy’s fat black cock pressing up through his shorts and against the virgin ass of my sibling. “Well take it easy, see? The weights are set real low, all you have to do is pull this cord down and lift those plates there.”
Isaac nodded and tried to pull the dangling handle down, but the unexpected pressure lifted him off the seat a little. Dom scooted forward so that Isaacs skinny frame and butt cheeks rested directly on top of him — I felt untamed jealousy with equal amounts of pleasure shift through my groin, watching them.
“I’ve got you. Pull it again.”
Dom held Isaac in place and the boy managed to do a single pull on the machine. He looked so embarrassed and upset when the weights clattered back into place with a bang — but his naked shame and disappointment were clearly working to make the little tip of his stiffy ooze precum.
“That’s right.” Dom praised him, “Sit your ass cheeks down on my cock and give me ten more reps.”
Across from us, Clark and Yose were making a naked Moss expend all his energy on the rowing machine. Whenever the slim naked surfer leaned forward, his 8 inch cock would flail and snap against the padded seat. The intense slapping noise happened the first two times and then he started to moan.
It seemed they’d ordered him to lean forward and tap the seat like that… fucking hot. There were some devious minds among the four of us.
Isaac trembled through the ten reps, his ass lifting and then hitting home over Dom’s one-eyed monster.
“You’re such a good boy.” I praised him; knowing how hard it must be for him to keep pulling those weights down, “Your ass is making Dominic so happy.” I pointed to my friend, realizing that the two of them hadn’t really been introduced… not exactly caring.
Isaac grunted with effort.
“I complimented you.” I leaned forward till I was speaking into his right ear, “Say ‘thank you’.”
“Thank you.” He grunted through a rep.
“Thank you… what?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Use my name… say it like the horny little step-brother I caught you being earlier.”
“Th-Thank you Dallas.”
Man, my dick twitched so badly in my pants at the sound of him struggling through the words; his compliance was overwhelming my brain and I already had way too many ideas of how I could force him to obey me further, make him serve and pleasure the four of us today.
When the set of ten was finished I ordered him up off of Dom’s lap and we moved over to one of the mirrors and the kettlebells placed beside them.
“Pick up the 20lb.” I ordered.
The sight of his trembling eyes, his chest and stomach tightening and running beads of sweat, plus the little sweat smell running down his armpits. He reeked of boy — did this kid ever wash up? But it wasn’t a bad smell. All of him reflected in the mirror as he bent down to lift one of the kettle bells.
“Slower.” I ordered, “Bend and really show us those ass cheeks.”
Isaac bent stiffly, still fighting me a little bit, so I just pushed down on his back with force and that forced him to grunt and be real loose. His ass hole was back to looking tight, almost like it had never had a butt plug filling it earlier.
“Stay bent over like that and spread your legs more.”
“Now.” Dom barked; he was grinning very widely and massaging his balls through the compression shorts. Every now and again the tip of his black pecker poked out the top band of the clothing.
When Isaac spread more I could make out the finer detail of his tight little boy pussy; it was hairless with little wrinkles around the opening. Dried cum also stuck to this part of him, just little patches, but enough to upset me that other boys had been sharing me step-brother. It killed me a little that I was letting Dom enjoy the boy… so long as I took the first ride though…
Noticing what we were doing, Clark and Yose moved their Sub beside ours in front of the mirror. When the boy Moss squatted and spread, his cock dripped a long happy ribbon of spunk all the way down to the floor.
“Don’t mess up our fucking gym.” I barked, “Isaac, lean over and clean up your friends splooge.”
Without complaint he leaned over and licked the wet stain off the dirty floor. Kid was really getting into it.
“Clean off the tip too.” Clark ordered my Sub.
Isaac licked the precum clean from the throbbing purple helmet that was the head of his buddy’s penis.
“What do you say to your Dom?” I demanded Moss.
“Thank you, Sir.” The surfer boy groaned.
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for cleaning me up, Sir.”
We forced them to go back to squatting; Moss squatted the kettle bell perfectly, his hairy ass crack compressing gorgeously while the four of us just eyeballed his hole and touched ourselves through the clothing.
“You’re doing it wrong Sub.” I told Isaac who was struggling with his kettlebell, “Watch Moss in the mirror — you actively pull yourself down while locking your elbows and holding the bell up.”
“Then hold yourself parallel so we can get a good look at that tight hole.” Dom added.
We all grinned at one another, practically drooling over the two boys. They were both beautiful, young, and differently inexperienced. Moss was embarrassed in a quiet tough guy kind of way and the way he rebelled against his Doms… but then was shut down each time? He ended up in a gag again for talking back to Yose, but this time Yose used one of his own long sweaty socks and stuffed it into the surfer’s mouth before tightening a suspension strap over the gag.
They moved Moss through pushups, jumping jacks, deadlifts, all while he was gagged.
“Go ahead and lay there face down on that bench,” Clark ordered, “Since you’ve been such a good boy, Yose and I are going to oil you up and take turns massaging you. Sadly, the gag has to stay in though.”
They laid Moss on one of our specialty-made exercise benches — boy this would be exciting — the look of surprise on his face when laying belly down fit his cock through the hole cut at the middle of the machine and down into the hidden metal tube.
Moss groaned in torment.
“That’s right; its your own personal little chastity cage. Hold still and be a good little boy while I lock the metal around your balls.” Clark fiddled with something at the base of the bench.
It had taken months for that bench to be delivered to campus; it had been even harder for us to sneak it under my father’s nose and into The Boathouse. They locked the naked surfer into place; if he even tried to lift off the bench the restraint would tug way too uncomfortably against his cock and balls. Clark handed Yuse the oil and, stripping down out of their sweaty exercise clothes, they joined Moss in his nakedness.
“Tap the side of the bench twice if you want us to stop.” Clark told the restrained and gagged sub.
As always, Clark and Dom were the best-looking boys of the group — Clark had a fantastic cum-gutter sixpack, almost an 8 pack now, which led down and framed into a perfect v-shape with thick muscular thighs and an intense plush ass. That gigantic hairy cock was framed perfectly in the middle of it all with sparse red hair that was groomed to mid length and happy trailed back up into his naval. I wanted to run my tongue along it…
Yeah. Dude gave me dick envy. Even made me want to be gay a little, if I could only have Clark Crickston for a single night.
Dom caught me eyeballing his boyfriend but I just shrugged… how could you not want that guy either fucking you or getting fucked by you.
The only thing more tempting right now? Our exhausted little Isaac.
While they started slathering oil over the lanky surfer kid, I helped Isaac up from his final pushup. His arms were trembling so badly and he panted at the effort to lift himself. We’d moved through kettlebells to barbell to leg lifts and pullups. The sight of his body dangling from the pullup bar, well, I hadn’t been able to help myself — for every pull up he’d done I’d stood there and let him left his peepee up into my greedy mouth. Kid had LOVED that; I’d tasted his excited precum.
“Can I please get oiled down too Dom? Dallas?” Isaac begged.
“No.” Dom, already shirtless, popped out of his compression shorts and jockstrap, then helped me out of my things, “You’re going to oil US down.” He ordered.
While Isaac went to fetch the second bottle of massage oil like a good little gym rat, I found myself proud of how good he’d done tonight. Maybe he wasn’t as big a brat as I’d originally thought. He kept this up at our private gym, he could get pretty built… maybe a real ladies’ man. His hole would still always be mine though.
I admired my rod in the mirror; it was pale in contrast to the rest of my deep tanned body, edged by the shape of the speedo I’d worn all summer long. I had large balls that HUNG and flapped between my legs — meaning I had to wear some tight jockstraps to keep the fucker in place. Attached to them, my stiffy was a confident 6 1/2 inches, slender and angled in a slight back bend. The boy’s I’d fucked always told me that the bend of my cock was actually perfect for hitting their prostates… I liked knowing that information.
Yeah. I’d probably make some girl a VERY happy wife some day; but who cared that for a little while during my youth I let younger boy holes keep me satisfied? My chest and shoulders were the most built on me, tanned like the rest of me; my hands and feet were rough from all the manual labor I did on campus and back home. Like Isaac, I was pretty slender, I also wore glasses — they just weren’t as thick and blocky and nerdy as Isaac’s glasses were.
My cock was past being ready by the time he returned.
Over on their chastity-bench Clark was sitting ON TOP of his subs back, stretching the boy’s hole and playing with the dick that he’d eventually feed it.
We made Isaac oil up Dominic first; and my step brother was surprisingly attentive and thorough with his application of the oil and the intensity of his massage. “Massage here.” Dom ordered, “this is where I’m really tight.”
Isaac rubbed yet more oil into his hands and began applying it with intense rolling motions into Dom’s groin and all over his cock. His ebony shaft grew another inch or two under the patient ministrations of our sub — it looked so good that I joined Dominic ass cheek to ass cheek on the bench and Isaac knelt before us, now rubbing oil into my crotch as well.
His hands were inexperienced, that much was obvious, but he clearly wanted to please us. Being dominant though, we ordered our little gym rat to go faster or slower, deeper, play with the head a little.
After a while, Dom grew bored with my step-brother — more likely he grew jealous at what Clark was doing to his sub — and wandered over to the bench where Clark had only just started fitting his hug penis inside of Moss. Being way too generous, Clark moved out of the way so that his boyfriend could take a turn. The moans of pain and pleasure were very loud from the surfer, and his knuckles gripping the sides of the bench were white with tension. Yuse was running his naked shaft along one of the surfers cheeks and then across his closed eyelids.
Reflected by the mirrors on all sides, the sight of the four of us with our subs, it almost made me nut.
Dominic leaving… that left me alone with Isaac. At last.
“You ready to ride me step-brother?” I asked him.
He was still massaging oil deep into the skin around my love muscle, being so tender to his new brother and not forgetting to add strength to the massage despite how tired he was. At my words his eyes went bug-eyed, clearly intimidated by the full size of me.
“You’re going to ride me if you want me to rip up the photograph.” I told him and he nodded.
Isaac got up and swung first one pale twig-like leg over me and then the other; his sweaty asshole was already wet with anticipation and my oiled up cock slid along the crack forcing me to bite my tongue against the blissful ecstasy of the feeling. His scared little eyes met mine and I knew that despite his fear, he wanted my cock inside of him just as badly as I did.
“Please.” He breathed, “Please just make it quick.”
“Do you want to feel like a good boy.” He nodded his head and had such a begging little expression with his open mouth and pleading eyes, “I can only make you feel good if you let me fuck you for a while, understand?”
Again, Isaac nodded.
“Its going to hurt at first.”
Nodded again, “Please.” He begged, “Please.”
The angle on the bench made it hard to pop my curved dick up inside my brother’s ass, so I lifted him all the way up and moved us toward the mirrors. His ankles lifted and caught behind my back, holding his body tight against my stomach. I felt the tip of my rod probe his opening as we leaned into the mirror.
“I haven’t ever…” He panted, afraid.
“I know.” And then the tip of my prick slid into place, making him whine out and squirm against me. I held him easily with one hand — the 18-year-old was so light — and shoved my other hand into his mouth for the boy to bite down on. Bending my knees and adjusting I angled more of my pulsing meat popsicle up inside THE tightest hole I’d experienced so far.
It was probably good he’d stretched with that butt plug earlier, or I might have broken him. Reflected in the mirror behind us, my three buddies were taking turns laying on top of Moss and fucking the hell out of the boys insides.
“Good boy not cumming yet.” I looked down at Isaac’s cock approvingly, the smaller shaft of it fitting nicely between my abs. Its tip oozed with precum; he groaned into my hand and whimpered again.
He’d been just down the hall from me many night back at home, but always with his step mother and my father around — there had been so many times I’d heard the little monster fapping away to porn in his bedroom. I’d wanted to go in there and fuck him each and every time.
Now, I finally had him.
Isaacs pucker got used to my girth and he at last lowered his weight all the way onto my shaft, just my hand and my full mast 7 incher holding him strong against the mirror. I grunted as he bottomed out and all of me filled him up; with every moan of his pleasure his anus constricted around me.
“I wanted you so badly.” I admitted, starting to fuck up inside of him and pull back out, forcing him to accept the intruder and get used to my friction. I NEEDED to pound him like I needed some sleep. So. God. Damn. Badly.
Those little boy whimpers he made frustrated the fuck out of me, further increasing my tempo as I held my step-brother and thrust again and again up into him. His little cock bobbed against my chest with the motion.
“You’re such a naughty brother. Fuck. If Mom and Dad ever found out.”
My curved prick probed along his prostate and his sounds went from whines of pain to a deep moan of pleasure; his teeth let up on my knuckles. “Dal…” He gasped, “Dal… I won’t tell them. I won’t tell them ever.”
His naked spine smacked repeatedly against the mirror, those ass cheeks of his snuggly fitting down into my thighs and sticking with our shared sweat. The smell of him was terrible AND stimulating; we’d exercised so much boy sweat out of his fantastic smelling pits; he smelled like such a fucking cum dumpster, like he’d been worked hard but not cleaned yet. Yeah… he was really starting to expand and take me now. I slid easily in and out of him.
I could tell it still hurt him, but that only made me plow his ass harder.
They must have finished up behind us, because I could barely make out the four boys watching us from behind. Watching me fuck my step-brother. Watching me give in to his tight little canal and start to moan as I held him up and thrust four more times in quick succession.
“I’m going to fill you up Isaac.”
He started moaning so loudly I was sure the entire school would hear the sound, his little prick jerking so wildly that I realized the kid must be having a dry orgasm — couldn’t even manage to cum twice in one day, he was SO young and inexperienced.
I filled him. My release was intense and traveled all the way up my cock while in bursts I fucked the cum into my little brother’s hole. The resulting cream pie leaked down the edges of his butt and around my cock, obvious in the mirror’s reflection.
The other boys were giving us exhausted nods of contentment and approval.
“Can I taste it?” Isaac asked in a breathless voice, and cock still buried deep inside of his no-longer virgin hole, I swiped a finger full of my dripping spunk. He sucked it off my finger and groaned with satisfaction.
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Dressed and standing outside The Boathouse, all of us back on the beach and headed through the busy throng of now-awake students, not one of the six of us spoke a word about what we had done. I knew this was once again another secret that wouldn’t travel outside our little deviant sex club.
At the private curved wooden staircase Clark held out the photo and allowed Moss to take it — something about the surfer boy had changed, he hung on Clark and on Dom too… like a little puppy dog. I hadn’t really seen him smile like he was enjoying himself until just after they’d finished using his hole and filling it with three separate loads.
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The same couldn’t was said for Isaac. He was distant from me and quiet; he didn’t complain, but I wasn’t sure he’d ever let me make him my personal fuck toy again.
“When you get back to your dorm, remind ‘new kid’… Finn… that he still owes me. He’ll know what I mean.” Clark said; “Now lets all skip class and go the fuck to sleep.”
We went our separate directions; I waved at Isaac, he grinned back at me.
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