A gay adult story: Frat Boy's Discovery by neXXen ,
A spoiled, privileged college student discovers the sexual world that exists beyond his narrow limitations when he dogsits for his wealthy neighbors.
It was the summer after his freshman year at college. Luke Delacroix was back in his well-to-do suburban neighborhood; the kind of area where people believe in the American Dream and complain about their property taxes. Streets were lined with towering trees, forming an emerald ceiling, well maintained pools waited behind pristine fences, and there were spacious lawns that absolutely nobody used. Sitting in the middle of one such lawn, was a large white house. The owners would say that they were middle class, but the manicured lawn and 3 car garage both spoke of wealth. Inside the the marble-covered kitchen of his gigantic house just past noon, dressed in a tank (Suns Out, Guns Out), and lose hanging athletic shorts hinted at an ass you actually could bounce a quarter off, was Luke Delacoix. He had a nice jaw, plump full lips, and huge brown eyes framed by eyelashes that would make a drag queen jealous. To quote an ex of his: he was a douche, but he was a hot douche and you had to respect that. Luke grabbed an apple from a bowl on the countertop and bit into it as he spoke to his friend Darren on his phone, pressed lazily to his ear.
“No man I swear to god.” He said in between bites. “Pussy like you wouldn’t believe. One chick even asked me to do her in the ass.”
“No way man no fucking way. Do you know how long I had to beg Jenny for that shit?” Darren said.
Luke snickered. “Nice one. But no man, I’m telling you college is the fucking best. I got plastered like every fucking day and the girls just love me. It fucking sucks being back here. Everyone here is either a fucking townie or they’re older than be my mom.”
“Its a fucking shame you’re such a gay little fag then man, you’ll have send them my way.” Daren laughed.
“Shut up man! You’re just jealous cause you gotta listen to Jenny talk about her feelings and stuff.” He shot back. “How’s it feel being whipped?”
“Man you don’t even know.“ Darren groaned.
“She been a real bitc-“ Luke stopped and stepped out on to the deck, shutting the sliding door behind him as his mother, a plump, cheerful woman with greying curls walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries. “Nah man- I need to get my dick wet- Its been almost a week.”
“What about Alexa?” Daren said. “She always had it bad for you. I bet you could at least get her to suck you off.”
“God, then I’d have to stick my dick in her busted-ass mouth. I don’t need fucking twisted teeth on my-“ Luke’s mother rapped on the glass door and gestured at him.
Luke sighed “Listen, man I gotta go. Talk to you later.”
Luke slipped his phone into his pocket, slid open the glass door, and stepped back into the air conditioned bliss,
“Luke honey, the Moreau’s called. They were wondering if you would be able to house and dog sit starting tomorrow.”
Luke groaned at the prospect of work but then thought it over. The Moreau’s were one of the wealthiest families in the suburb. They lived on the edge of the development, on a plot so big it could have been called an estate. He could make some serious cash doing that. Not that he needed it. But house sitting meant spending all day at their place, for maybe a week or two. Luke’s mom was smothering him at the house. He could get away and relax for a few days without her always getting in the way. Not to mention Ms. Moreau was hot. A fucking trophy wife if there ever was one. Late twenties, great tits, big ass, and perfect smooth skin. Luke had blown his load more times than he could count thinking about Ms. Moreau. He could probably walk away from this with a couple pairs of her panties to jack off into. But it would also mean stepping into the domain of her husband. Luke shivered. Built like an ox- Mr. Moreau was on the board of some corporation and so the kids in the neighborhood just called him Mr. Rich. To tell the truth, Luke was a little frightened of Mr. Moreau. About a year ago, at the country club, where all the most prominent members of the suburb were members, Luke ran into Mr Moreau. Literally ran into him. He practically bounced off the man, landing flat on his ass. From the plush carpet of the hall, Luke said: “What the hell man! Watch where yo-”
Luke fell silent as he met the eyes of the man towering over him. Mr. Moreau slowly scanned him lying on the floor, frozen midway through lifting himself off the carpet. Luke felt picked apart, his every flaw analyzed, his appearance cataloged, until he felt as though he was totally naked on the plush rug of the country club under an impenetrable gaze.
“You’re mistaken.” He said in a low baritone that made Luke’s breath hitch. “You’d better be more careful, boy. Otherwise, you might run into trouble.” With that, Mr. Moreau turned and strode off, looking more like a gladiator going into combat than a businessman heading towards the tennis courts.
Luke didn’t want to be in the guys house, even if he wasn’t there.
But ultimately, the promise of escape from his own house, coupled with the possibility of going through Ms. Moreau’s things won out.
“Yeah, I can do it I guess.” Luke muttered, trying hard not to betray the excitement in his brain or his shorts. “Did they say for how long?”
“They said they should be out of town about two weeks. Is that too long? I know you just go-”
“Nah mom, its perfect.” Without pausing to help his mom with the groceries, Luke turned and bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs, his dick pressing uncomfortably in his shorts until he got to his room.
It was a huge room, with clothes strewn everywhere, and a few beleaguered plants straining desperately towards the sunlight slipping through the drawn shades. Luke stumbled around the piles of debris and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor while he stepped out of his shorts and boxers. Luke sat down on his bed and began to stroke his cock rapidly, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. Ms. Moreau and her enormous tits and firm ass came to his mind. He thought of her tits, straining to escape a tight black bra that was a perfect accent to her toned skin. He wanted to push her up against the wall of mirrors in his room, luxuriating in the feel of her silken panties under his fingers, and soft warmth of her ass. He would nip at her collarbone, tracing the line of her bone with his lips until he got to her neck, when he would pull at her throat with his lips, feeling her moans vibrate through his tongue as he would suck at the tender skin of her neck. She would slowly reach behind her and undo the latch to her bra. She would step back, cupping the bra to her chest as the straps slid down her freckled shoulders. Then she would let the bra drop and her tits would be on full display. God, he wanted to see her so badly- he was sure that her nipples would be perfect and tender. Luke could almost taste her breasts as he imagined licking her deep brown nipples.
But even more than that, Luke wanted, Ms. Moreau to sink to her knees, and yank down his shorts revealing his cock. She would glance up, staring Luke in the eye, daring him to say no, and softly wrap her slender fingers around his shaft. She would caress the head with the tips of her fingers, tracing around and then sliding back down to gently tug on his balls. Then, she would lick it from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around its head for what would seem like an eternity. Luke could just imagine the coy look on her face as she would tease him, her tongue dancing across his cock. Just when he couldn’t take it any longer, just as his hands would start to move to the back of her head to force her to take him into her mouth, just then, her beautiful lips would suddenly engulf his cock, taking it all the way into the back of her throat in an instant, staring up at him with her big green eyes. Her head would bob up and down as Luke started to fuck her mouth. Caressing his balls as he stroked, he thought of Ms. Moreau sucking on them, licking them, and moving them in her mouth. She would then take his cock all the way down her throat again, this time gagging on it, as her massive soft tits swayed back and forth. Her head would go up and down on his dick, then take it out of her mouth for a second and lick it all the way from his balls to his head, up the shaft.
He fell on to his back on the bed and kept rubbing his dick. His hand crept down, almost of its own will, between his legs towards his gorgeous ass. Luke’s finger’s traced the outline of his asshole, daring himself to go in. He hesitated. He’d never done anything like this before. But he so wanted this. He wanted Ms. Moreau to do it. His finger began working, pushing against his asshole, probing at his entrance. Luke took a deep breath and plunged his finger into his ass. His back arched, feeling his middle finger pulling at his hole. For a second he just sat there, frozen, as he enjoyed the pleasure and pain that came with it. His body quivered and he bit his lip as he started to move his finger in and out of his ass. Luke’s hand began to move in time, stroking his cock as he fingered himself for the first time. He imagined Ms. Moreau’s delicate finger moving inside him, pulling at the dull ache inside him, her dark hair in disarray as she took him deeper into her mouth He rocked back and forth, trying to impale himself on his finger. But his body couldn’t take all this stimulation, and in an instant he went rigid, shooting a load onto his stomach and chest. He laid there gasping, trying to recover after his most powerful orgasm he’d had.
“I should do that more often.” Luke thought.
Luke felt weariness roll over him and began drifting off to sleep, too tired to bother to clean the sticky cum from his chest.
The next morning Luke woke up to find himself naked, his chest covered in his hardened cum. Blearily he rolled out off bed, his dick stiff with morning wood, and picked at the cum on his chest, flaking a little bit of it off. He turned to throw it on the floor, but hesitated. He’d always wondered what cum tasted like – always wanted to know what it was like for the girls that sucked his dick, and now was his chance to find out. Slowly, he licked it off his finger and swallowed it, tasting its salty flavor as it rolled over his tongue. It was actually kind of delicious, with a tang to it that made him want more. As he strolled to the shower, he wondered what fresh cum would taste like. Probably even better.
Luke slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Glancing at his body in the mirror, Luke grinned and flexed a little. He was a 19 year old hockey player, so of course he looked good- a nice frame, not too wide, and a firm ass with a thick set of thighs. Steam began to fill the room as he looked at himself, absentmindedly playing with his dick He stepped into the shower and began rubbing himself down with soap when a thought occurred to him. Slowly, his slippery fingers traced their way down his chest towards his ass. Leaning one hand against the wall and sticking his ass out , he took deep breath and pressed his finger against his asshole.Unlike the previous night, there was now no resistance Luke nearly collapsed as the lubed finger slipped into his ass and hit his prostate. It felt so damn good. No wonder girls wanted it up the ass if this is what happened. With his other hand he grabbed his rigid cock and started rubbing. His knees trembled as he slowly pumped it in and out and he thought of Ms. Moreau doing this to-
“Shit!” Luke said, yanking his finger out of his ass. “Fuck. I’ve gotta feed the dog.”
Luke stumbled out of the shower and yanked on his shorts, not even bothering to find his boxers. He glanced at the clock as he pulled on tank top. It was almost 1 in the afternoon, and if he didn’t get there quick, the dog would start shitting inside the house. After grabbing some spare clothes and a charging cord, Luke ran down two flights of stairs to the three car garage only to find that all three were gone.
“Fuck!” Luke said. “Why do they all need a fucking car so fucking bad. Luke groaned and grabbed his expensive bicycle as if it were a chore to have a $2000 bike. He pedaled out of the garage, ambling through the obsessively manicured lawns of his subdivision. As he rode, he thought about Ms. Moreau- By the time he was halfway there he was rocking back into the seat. He was grinding his ass against the soft material of his seat, pushing the fabric of his shorts into his tight ass. Every time he went over a bump, the seat pressed on his ass in a way that made his knees weak. He pedaled faster and faster, dodging between cars and the sprays of sprinklers. The thought of Ms. Moreau’s silk panties waiting for him spurred him through red lights. The sooner he got to the house, the sooner he could satisfy his painfully throbbing dick. The suburbs fell away to the countryside and he arrived at the Moreau’s manor. A large gate sealed the land, but Luke just waved the key card that his sister was given when she watched the house last year and the gates parted. He pedaled up the expansive driveway, passing a few well-maintained topiary as the gates crashed shut behind him. The scowled at the green fields that seemed to stretch on forever. He couldn’t even see the neighbor’s land from there.
“Fucking rich people.” Luke said, conveniently forgetting that he himself was a fucking rich person.
After a minute he’d reached the massive front door, leaned his bike up against the side and climbed the massive steps. The door was impressive. Dark oak, at least twice as tall as Luke himself, but he barely had to it push to swing it open after unlocking it. Stepping through the vestibule, Luke drew a sharp, short breath. Wealth gleamed from every crevice of the large front room, with chaise lounges, chandeliers, a fireplace, and twin sets of staircases framing a doorway as they spiraled up. The manor was four floors of wealth and power, with too many rooms to count.
Luke walked into the next room, a banquet hall. A massive table dominated the room. It looked like a marriage of the past and present. There were glittering candelabras and paintings by some major Impressionists, but also sleek flat screen TVs and hidden LED accent lighting in almost every room. He wandered into the lavish kitchen, and opened the fridge. One perk of house sitting for the super rich was that they stocked the fridge well. Grabbing a brownie, he set his ass on the counter and began to eat. He bit into the chocolate and looked around. A massive window showed the gorgeous manicured lawn. There were marble countertops, gleaming faucets, and weirdly enough, chains looping down from the vaulted celling. It was if someone took a fucking castle but only remodeled it below eye level in each room. It was the same when he walked into a sitting room and looked up, boom, chains and hooks. “The Moreau’s seriously need to fire their decorator” Luke thought.
Looking at the cavernous space, a thought suddenly jumped into Luke’s mind. “There’s no one else here.”
He was alone in this massive house and he was uncomfortably hard, harder than he had ever been. He reached into his shorts and grabbed his dick. Luke grinned. He was alone. He was all alone and he could do whatever he wanted. He took a deep breath and after a moment’s hesitation, pulled his blue tank top over his head, to reveal his toned abs and tanned chest. Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and worked them down his legs. His dick sprung free from his shorts and jerked painfully. He left his shorts and tank top pooled on the plush rug beneath him
Luke’s erection throbbed painfully in his hand. “Shit.” He thought. “I don’’t think I’ve ever been this hard”. Luke took a breath and began to wander around the vast estate. Just then, Luke heard the sound of nails on a hard floor, and twisted around catching a glimpse of a massive grey blur that came barreling around the corner and ran into him. Luke was caught off balance by a dog, dragging a leash, crashing into his knees, and fell to the ground. He hit the floor hard, smacking his stomach on the floor. He laid there for a second, stunned, nose pressed against the cold marble floor- his wind knocked out of him, Luke laid on the floor for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then he felt something cold and wet on his ass. He froze. The dog was sniffing towards his ass. The dog’s nose inched closer and closer to his tiny asshole leaving a damp trail on his perfect ass.
Luke jerked away, and scrambled to his knees, but the dog gave a low growl. Luke froze. He knew, in a base, natural part of his brain, that if he moved the dog would attack. So he stayed perfectly still, on all fours on the cold marble floor. Luke held still, his plump ass stuck out until the growling stopped. He took a deep breath and slowly started to move his hand, but almost immediately the dog began to growl again. This thing was huge, taller than he was on all fours. It must have weighed 140 pounds, all rippling muscle and taut sinew. The dogs nose nudged at his ass again and Luke grimaced. He was going to have to wait this one out. He stayed there, tensed as the dog continued its examination.he felt a wet nose prod around his stomach, his groin and then finally his taint. Suddenly, he felt a new sensation: the dog’s tongue on his ass. It scratched at him a little but felt warm and soft as it lapped at his salty, sweaty flesh. Slowly, it made its way closer and closer and Luke bit back a yelp.
The dog’s long tongue reached his small asshole. He’d never felt anything like it. It was electric. He could feel every single stroke of the tongue, and he shook with delight. The dog was lapping away at his musky hole, sending sparks up his spine. Luke gave a small gasp. He could feel it as made its way into the folds and nooks of his ass. Luke trembled and shook. He’d never known his body could feel this good, this alive. But his arms couldn’t take so much ecstasy He collapsed to the ground, leaving his ass pointed up at the dog. He began leaning back into the dog, force more of the tongue onto his ass. He could feel the tongue working its way deeper and deeper into his ass, and he rocked back and forth, his hips trying to shove that tongue into his asshole. Luke moved in sync with the dog, surging back and forth. Sparks danced around likes tender rosebud.The sensations of a long, wet tongue gently caressing his asshole made him quiver with ill contained anticipation. Luke panted as the dog’s tongue sent honest-to-god shivers up his spine. But he couldn’t take it much longer. It was overwhelming! His hips bucked and shook, and his cock trembled. Cum shot out, dripping onto the wooden floor. The dog stopped its ministrations and shoved Luke aside to lap at the white pool on the floor.
Luke sat, stunned that he’d just got one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, from a dog.
“What the fuck is wrong with me.” He thought. “That felt amazing. But what the fuck. What kind of sick fuck has sex with dogs?”
But a relentless thought kept bubbling up. “I don’t care. I want more.”
Luke stared at the dog, eagerly lapping up the pool of his cum. The beast was huge, almost his weight, made of taut muscle. He was powerful. And strong. And that’s when Luke noticed the dog’s dick. It was only half out of its sheath, but it must have been six inches already, mottled pink and grey. Luke caught his breath. Already, veins were visible under the skin, running like river channels along the dog’s dick. He wanted to touch it. He needed to touch it. Luke took a deep breath, and prepared to cross one more bridge.
Slowly, Luke placed a hand on the side of the dog, and very carefully brought his other hand down the dog’s stomach. His mind was screaming at him to stop before he touched the dick, but he knew he had to. He had to know what something so powerful felt like in his hand. He gently brought his hand to the dick and with only a moment’s hesitation, wrapped his willowy fingers around it. Luke let out a small gasp as he realized that his fingers only barely made their way around the dog’s dick, even in its semi hard state. Almost unconsciously, Luke began to move his hand up and down the dog’s dick, relishing the feel of its silky, sweaty skin. The dog’s cock was so hot in his hands, and he relished the feeling of its veins under his fingers. The dog whined and shuffled its feet, but stayed still for the most part. Luke bit his lip as the dog’s dick grew to its full length, reaching nearly a foot in length and six inches around. He couldn’t get his hand fully around the engorged dog’s dick. He’d suddenly become very aware of the fact that he was licking his lips. His mouth suddenly felt empty. He ached to have that long hard dick in between his soft lips. He wanted that warmth deep in his mouth, into his throat, to have it pulsate in his face as he sucked it. He wanted to taste the dog’s warm cum as it spilled down his throat, out the sides of his mouth and dripped down his face.
“It couldn’t hurt to just taste it a little.” He thought. “Just for a second.”
Luke leaned forward onto his knees, his left had placed against the dog’s flank while his right hand stroked up and down its hide. He ducked his head under the dog’s stomach and found himself staring down the length of the shaft. His breathing was very shallowly, and his dick was rapidly returning to painful levels of hardness. Less than an inch from his face, the tip of the dog’s dick waited, already dripping with pre-cum. He could smell the sweat and musk of the dog now.
Luke gently began to gently tug at the dog’s hot prick, savoring it’s silky texture and massive veins that ran down it’s length. As he stroked its length, the cock began to twitch, and a bulbous knot began to swell along the base of it. The dog let out a gentle whine and softly began thrusting his hips forwarded, fucking Luke’s hand. Luke licked his lips, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. His lips met the hot flesh of the dog’s dick, and he moved his lips around the swollen head. The dog gave another soft whine, but became perfectly still. Luke was sure the dog would have been humping madly by this point, but he didn’t question his luck and kept going. He began to bob his head, bringing his lip almost fully off of the cock, feeling the slight pull of the dog’s sticky pre-cum on his lips, then moving back down the length of the cock. it was like nothing he had ever tasted before- the salt of the sweat combined with the heat of the cock made Luke lightheaded as he ran his tongue down the base of the cock to reach the balls.
Ever so gently, Luke took one in his mouth, then another, relishing the way they sat in is mouth and the grunts that he elicited from this powerful creature. Popping the balls from his mouth, Luke cupped the balls in his hand and began to play with them, at the same time, bringing his lips back up to the twitching head of the dog’s cock. Grinning to himself a little at how he was able to make this beast stand still with his mouth and hands, he set himself on taking as much of the cock into him as he could.
Luke took a slow, shaky breath, shifted his legs backwards, and sat up on to his knees, the top of his head brushing agains the dog’s warm belly. With excruciating deliberation, Luke parted his lips as he stared down the enormous, veiny length of the multicolored cock, already wet with his saliva. He turned his head to the side and set to work, this time savoring the velvety texture of the cock as he slid is lips over it, breathing in to apply a slight suction to its enormous girth. Luke had now barely passed the head, but even so, his mouth was already quickly filling with the bulbous head. He pressed forward a few more inches, but found his determination could only get him so far, before the dick hitting the back of his tongue made him almost choke. Luke frowned around the cock in his mouth, and started to pull back. As he tried to pull himself off the cock, the dogs hips bucked as a low growl emanated from its belly, shoving the cock forward into his mouth, rubbing the salty precum across Lukes tongue. The force of the dog’s thrust pushed Luke back, dragging his ass a few inches across the cold marble. From his position staring down the length of it’s truly massive cock, he could see the powerful haunches, as well as hear the low rumble that coursed through it when it grunted. This dog was a beast, and Luke for the first time appreciated that thousands of years of domestication cannot fully remove a wolf’s instincts. So, trapped beneath the beneath the belly of the beast, Luke took a shaky inhale through his nose, and set about his task. He bobbed up and down on the cock, savoring its salty tang. Lukes mouth would only accept so much of the monstrous shaft in it at a time, and so he reached a soft hand up to wrap around the shaft as much as he could, luxuriating it’s heat, and began pumping his hand in time to the gentle rhythm of his mouth. As be bobbed his lips along the cock, building up a rhythm, he could feel the dog, as well controlled as it was, slowly pulse it’s hips forward, forcing the massive prick further down his mouth. There was nothing Luke could do but try and keep up with the pace the dog was setting as it humped his mouth, it’s powerful haunches trembling as its slowly neared completion. Feeling the massive hound begin to shake and quiver, Luke redoubled his efforts, feeling a primal desire to please this beast, to satisfy it’s urges, that nudged him onwards, pushing him beyond his fear into rabid desire. He sucked on the dogs cock with all the force he could muster, putting all his will into pleasuring the massive beasts dick with his tongue as he sucked it as hard as he could. The pulsating rhythm of the cock’s trembling gave him a beat to follow as he grasped the heavy balls of the creature, feeling their weight and power as the dog gave a low wimpier as his soft hands connected with it’s balls. They were heavy and full, each taking up nearly his entire hand on it’s own. Savoring the velvety texture, he began to softly play with them, tugging them as his tongue continued its work along the shaft. As he did so, Luke noticed a strange feature of this creature’s dick: about three quarters of the way down it’s shaft, a definite bulge was formed, swelling out to nearly double the girth of the rest of the cock. Placing his free hand on it, Luke could feel the bulge was as ridged and unyielding as the rest of it.
“What the fuck is that for?” He thought to himself as he ran his fingers up and down, building into a steady rhythm. “Theres no fucking way that could fit inside anything.”
Lukes neck was starting to cramp from the angle he was situate at under the dog’s stomach, and his foot had grown numb from the positioning, but he found himself determined to finish what he started. The dog was beginning to twitch and whimper, shaking under his efforts, but strangely enough, not humping him, or ramming the cock down his throat. Feeling it’s climax near, Luke gave a final lick along the length of the dogs cock, the salt of the dogs sweat and precum mixing as they hit his tongue, and stared down it’s enormous mass one last time before engulfing it in his soft supple mouth once more as he picked up his already frenzied pace that his hands were keeping. The dog’s hip suddenly jerked in a spasm as a milky thick fluid spurted into Luke’s mouth. The salty jism coated his mouth and in a way that made him dick, but also mad him desperate for more. it was too much for him and the gouts of dog cum flowed from his mouth in hot streams that coated his chin and jaw.
Sitting on the floor, his mouth filled with dog jizz, Luke faced a mortifying decision. He could either spit out the hot cum or swallow it. There would be no consequences if he spat it out and wiped it up, but at the back of his mind, he knew it would be a waste to throw a way this proud dog’s hot seed. So with cum leaking from his face and staring down the barrel of its cock, Luke took deep breath through his nose, and swallowed the dog’s cum.
Turning away from his moral dilemma, Luke realized he had to get the dog out of the house- it had been inside for far too long and would need to piss, and he didn’t want it on him. He stood up on shaky legs, and to his surprise the dog let him, perhaps now sated by its climax. Slowly making his way into the next room, Luke opened the back door to the house. He let out a whistle as he pulled open the sliding glass door, and then a grey streak bolted past him. As the dog squatted in the grass, Luke slammed the door shut and saw his reflection in glass. For the first time since he came on the floor, he realized he was naked.
“But who gives a fuck.” He thought “Its not like there’s anyone here to see it.”
In the shadowy recesses of the vaulted ceilings, amid the chains and hooks, a light blinked in response.