Junior year was the best year of my life so far.  Although I continued as treasurer, a job nobody wanted, I was able to move into one of the few single rooms in the fraternity house.  Mine was much less grand than the president's quarters, but at least it had a private bath en suite.  That was a plus for me, not because I had any problem taking showers with the brothers, but because it allowed me to use my douche kit when I felt the need.  Todd, of course, had the presidential suite.  Spence and the new pledge master, Will Bigelow, shared what had been Todd's and my room.

Todd and I remained good friends.  He was busy with his chapter duties, but he'd stop by my room sometimes and we'd have a long talk.  Or he'd invite me up to his room for a beer and conversation.  He was my best friend on campus.  And he was as good as his word.  I was never hassled by anyone about sex.  There may have been rumors around the house about what was going on the previous year between Jake and me, but no one ever said anything to me about it.  

Hank and I continued to get together at his apartment for sex from time to time, and now that I was in a single, I could use my toys as necessary.  I continued to date occasionally, partly because I enjoyed women's company and partly for my reputation.  I even had sex from time to time.  Oh, I should have said that Mel wasn't home that summer between sophomore and junior year, and her mother told me she was pinned to some guy from MIT.

Matt and I exchanged emails about once a month.  He was always very busy, especially during football season because he was playing first string for the Cavaliers, but he was also a bit distant.  I don't know whether our friendship was totally blown by what he and the others did or not.  I'd told him I'd forgiven him for his part in it.  `Oh, well,' I thought.  `He's got his life in Charlottesville, and I've got mine here.  It's probably natural that we'd drift apart.'

As I said, that was a good year.  I knew I wanted to do graduate work and get an MBA, but the more I thought about it, the more I found the academic life attractive.  Maybe after grad school I'd look for a teaching job.  I thought it might be less pressured, less cutthroat than life in the "real" world.

I should mention that I didn't see Kevin Briggs again after that episode with Leo.  I heard he got a job after graduating from Purdue and was working somewhere on the East Coast.  I did see Leo occasionally when I was at home.  Those were always awkward moments.  We'd say hello and ask about each other's parents, but then he seemed as eager as I to move on.

If my junior year had been a halcyon period, senior year was just the opposite.  

I arrived back on campus to start my last year as an undergraduate full of optimism.  I was also pretty horny.  There hadn't been any girls around, or, for that matter, any guys either.  So it was just my hand and my toys.

I had the same room in the Alpha house I'd had the year before.  Spence had moved into the president's suite.  Clark Brown, the new vice president, and a buddy of his, Lee Garrison, were in the room I had shared with Todd sophomore year.

It was just after 8:00 PM about midway through the first week of classes that there was a knock on my door.  I invited whoever it was to come in.  I was at my pc and wanted to save what I was working on, so I hadn't gone to the door.

"Thom Benson.  You and I went through pledging and initiation together.  We've known each other for three years.  And I'd never have guessed you were queer."

I recognized the voice and when I turned, sure enough, it was Spence.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about an interesting email I got from Jake Evans.  He told me some things about you and attached some very interesting pictures."

My stomach sank.  I'd thought all of that was behind me.  And I'd naively thought Jake was being honest when he told Todd he hadn't kept any of the pictures of me.

"Pictures?"

"Yeah.  And I think you know what ones.  Look, I have some things to do.  Why don't you come to my room about 11:00 and we'll talk about them."

It wasn't a request.

When I got there, he pointed toward his computer, where there was a slideshow going.  All of the pictures were of me.  Some of them were stills I was familiar with.  Others were still captures from the videos that I had destroyed the previous spring.  Either Jake had kept copies of them, or he'd taken off a bunch of still shots before giving them to Todd.

"Thom, you really are a slut."

"Spence, I was blackmailed into doing all of that."

"Yeah, right.  Jake says you really liked taking it up the ass, that you couldn't keep quiet whenever he porked you.  He also says you give a great blowjob.  I can't help wondering what you and your good buddy Todd were getting up to all that year.  And last year."

"We didn't.  Todd's straight."

"Yeah, that's what Jake said, too.  But you two did seem to be awfully tight."

"We're good friends, but, as I said, Todd's as straight as they come."  I didn't tell him how often I had wished that weren't so.

"Whatever.  But now I've got the pics.  And I've got you by the balls, don't I?"

I gave him a steely glare.  "Explain that."  If he hadn't been six inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than me, I might have lit into him.  I'm not by nature a violent guy, but I'd really had it by this point.  I'd expected all that shit was behind me, and here it was again.  

"Jake told me ways to use those pictures to make things pretty fucking bad for you, Thom.  Just think of all the people you don't want to see them."

I'd thought about coming out.  That would simplify some things.  But even if I told my parents I was bisexual, I would never want them to see those pictures.  A lot of students, men and women, were out on our campus, and there was a thriving gay/lesbian organization.  It was the really nasty, graphic nature of those pictures that I wouldn't want people to see.  Especially, as Jake had said two years earlier, my major professors at State or the admissions committee at whatever grad school I applied to.

"Spence, we're fraternity brothers.  Doesn't that mean anything to you?  So what if you've been handed some power over me?  That doesn't mean you have to use it."  I reached for something at that point.  "A gentleman wouldn't."

He actually seemed to be thinking about that.  "I've watched you for the last two years.  You seemed to be tight with the chapter officers, first Jake and then Todd.  Everybody likes you.  You look great.  You get top grades.  You just seemed to have it all.  I think if you had wanted to, you could have been living in this room right now as chapter president.  And all that time, you were gay.  Brotherhood?  Nah.  I'm gonna have some fun with you, Benson.  And you can start by taking off your clothes.  I wanna see what sort of cocksucking pussyboy I've got."

"Okay," I said as I pulled off my tee.  "But just so we're clear.  You've got me by the short and curlies, and that's the only reason I'm doing this.  I never knew what a slimy bastard you are.  If the brothers knew what kind of guy you are, you wouldn't be living in this room right now."

He chuckled.  "Drop the khakis, Benson.  If the brothers knew what kind of a slut you are, they'd be lined up outside the door."

As I stepped out of my khakis and bent to unfasten my sandals, Spence was taking off his clothes.  If he wanted to just get a blowjob or fuck me, I didn't know why he'd have to get naked.  I wondered for a moment if he was gay.  That would have been an interesting development.

When he knelt beside his bed and stretched his torso over it, I wondered briefly if he was about to ask me to fuck him.

"I've always wanted somebody to rim me, and no girl has ever been willing to do that.  So, you get the honor.  Oh, and so you won't think I'm a total slob, I took a shower a while ago."

The only person I'd ever rimmed was Hank, and, frankly, I'd enjoyed it.  He had a cute, tight ass, and he was always clean.  Maybe there was some connection between loving to have anything from a finger to a dildo to a dick up my ass and finding other guy's buns attractive.  Whatever it was, I knelt, put a hand on each of his cheeks, and began to lick them.

"Oh, shit! I can't believe you're doing that, but it's nice."

It wasn't that I particularly wanted to make him feel good.  I'd have bitten off his balls if I could have gotten away with it.  But I remembered something a high school teacher used to like to say.  "Anything worth doing is worth doing well."  I thought, "Any ass worth licking is worth licking well."  Besides, even if the ass belonged to a guy I was beginning to hate, it was a nice ass, firm, muscular, and lightly hairy.  

He smelled clean, like shower soap.  As I lapped closer to his crack, I smelled a slight male scent.  There was a bit of curly brown hair in his crack, and that too smelled somewhat of soap and somewhat of man.  As I began to lick up and down his crack, he wiggled his butt and said, "Jesus, I can't believe no one has ever done that to me before!  That's fuckin' unbelievable.  Now, find my hole, buttmuncher."

There was that trash talk again.  I might not have minded what I was doing if I had been doing it voluntarily and he'd been grateful.  I pulled away.

"What the fuck?  Why did you stop?"

"Look, asshole, I'm not doing this because I love you.  But there's no reason for you to be so goddamned insulting about it.  I am a human being.  I'm an Alpha brother, for Christ's sake.  Do you have to call me names?"

"Oh, shut up.  You know you fags love this kind of thing.  Now, lick my butthole, queerboy."

So I licked his hole.  He enjoyed it.  He couldn't keep quiet, seeming to need to call me names while he reveled in what I was doing.  

Finally, he made me stop.  

"Okay.  Get on the bed.  Jake says it's better to use lube.  Hang on.

I climbed on the bed and got into the doggie position.  I didn't want to watch him while he fucked me.  Soon he drizzled some lube onto my crack and rubbed it up and down.  Then I felt the bed shaking gently as he put lube on his cock.  

Pretty sure what was about to happen, I'd used a dildo to loosen up my sphincter after I'd had my shower that evening.  It's a good thing I did, for Spence didn't mess around with foreplay.  As with Jake, this was all about him.  He hit my nut several times, enough to get me hard, but not enough to satisfy me before he came.  

When he was done, he slapped my ass.  "Cool!  It's gonna be handy having you available, Benson.  My own resident pussy.  I'm between women right now, so you'll need to keep your evenings open.  Now, grab your shit and get out.  I'm ready to crash."

When I got back to my room, I got out of my clothes, gargled with mouthwash, and fell into bed, where I grabbed my cock.  I thought what a pity it was a hunk like Spence and I couldn't be lovers instead of master and slave.  I could have made him feel really good, and he could have done the same for me.  That would have been so much better than what had just happened.  Except, of course, that he was such a mean-spirited jerk.

I jacked myself off thinking of Hank.  And Todd.  And Matt.  I wondered if Matty had a boyfriend, whether UVA was expected to have a good football season, where he was planning to go to grad school.  I came all over my belly.  Instead of cleaning it up, I rubbed it into my abs, rolled over, and went to sleep.  It wasn't going to be the kind of year I'd been hoping for.

As time passed, Spence was using me on average about four times a week. Sometimes he just wanted a blowjob.  When that was the case, he'd open the front of his pants and push them and his underwear down to his knees.  He didn't even make me undress.  Most of the time, though, we both got naked because he wanted me to rim him and then he'd fuck me.  Always doggie style.  Always to please him, no matter what I might have wanted.

I had to plan my study schedule and my social life, such as it was, around being available at about 11:00 each night in case Spence wanted me.

Early in November, though, Spence told me I'd now be servicing Clark, the vice president, and Lee, his roommate, whenever they wanted so long as it didn't conflict with my meeting his needs.

The roommates were juniors and I was a senior.  That, along with the fact that this increased the number of guys who knew what was going on, made me angry.  But I didn't see any way out of my problem, so I did what they said.

Clark and Lee liked to do me simultaneously, so I spent a lot of time either on my knees or on my back in their room while one of them fucked my face as the other fucked me at the other end.  Unlike Spence, they didn't say much as they used me.  Strangely, they always took me together.  After about a month, I found out what was going on.  I was on my back with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth.  I opened my eyes at one point to see them leaning over me, kissing.  They were gay?  They were gay!  And they were using me!  I was tempted to bite Lee's cock off, but controlled myself until they were finished.  

"You guys are gay, and you're going along with Spence?  Does he know about you?"

"No, he doesn't know about us.  And you are dead meat if you tell him.  We'll just claim you refused when we asked you to come to our room and that you're lying to keep him from spreading those pics of you around."

I thought seriously about calling their bluff, but decided I didn't dare.  After that, though, they quit asking me to service them.  I don't know whether it was from guilt over dominating a fellow gay guy or fear that I'd rat them out to the brothers.  Whatever the reason, they seemed to lose interest in me.

So I went back to being just Spence's fucktoy and cocksucker until one day a couple of weeks into the second semester when he sent me an email, saying I was to keep the coming Saturday night free.  He said he'd give me the details later.  The implication was that this would be something out of the ordinary.

Spence had taken to calling my phone and simply saying "Come" when he wanted me.  Bastard.  Late Saturday afternoon I got the summons.  When I arrived at his room, he said, "I'm lending you to – and he mentioned the name of our sister sorority – for the evening.  I owe their president a favor.  You are to show up there, casually dressed, at 11:00."

"Wait just a fucking minute," I exploded.

He held up his hand.

"Shut up, Benson.  You know what will happen if you don't do this."

"But everybody will know."

He grinned.  "For all you know, you're gonna get to fuck a bunch of hot women.  You claim you're bisexual, so that should be pretty cool, huh?  And how would that hurt your reputation on campus?"

I hadn't thought of that.

"Besides, I think it's only gonna be the officers involved with you tonight."

Somehow the thought of being the sex toy of four sexy sorority women didn't sound too bad.  I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep it up, but I was willing to learn.  And if word of that got out, well, as Spencer had said, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Not knowing what to expect, but being pretty sure it would involve sex, I shaved, showered, and cleaned myself out inside that evening.

When I showed up at the sorority house on the stroke of 11:00, I was met at the door by Beth, their president.  We'd met before.  In fact I'd seen her at quite a few parties.  She was a hot-looking redhead with green eyes.  

"Hi, handsome.  The other officers and I are having a party downstairs.  The sisters have been told to stay away.  Come on.  We've been looking forward to this.  You're the entertainment."  She put her hand on my butt and shoved me toward the stairs.

In the basement party room, three other equally sexy women were sitting around in comfortable chairs.  There was a fire in the big stone fireplace.  The chairs were arranged around a fairly large area covered with wrestling mats.  Beth introduced me to her fellow officers.  One of them took my coat.  I was asked to sit down.  They all had drinks, and I was offered one.  In fact, I was handed a gin and tonic and a blue pill.  I'd never taken one before, but I recognized it as Viagra.  They told me to swallow it.  And they said the highball would help me relax.  

As I sipped my drink, they asked me questions.  First things like where was I from, had I played sports in high school, what my major was, and things like that.  Then one of then, I think her name was Alyssa, asked me, "Thom, is it true that you like to take cock up your ass?"

I nearly choked on my drink.  I suppose I should have been expecting it, since Spence was either behind all of this or at least involved in it.

"What gave you that idea?"

Beth said, "According to Spence you love it.  That's why he's `loaned' you to us.  We find that fascinating.  And he promised us that you'd do whatever we tell you to.  You aren't going to disappoint us – and Spence – are you, Thom?" She gave me a brilliant smile.  I'll bet she was used to getting what she wanted with that smile.  

"Um, well, yeah, I guess not."

"Good.  So why don't you finish your drink and then take off your clothes."

I'd been pretty sure this was coming, but I had no idea how embarrassing it would be for me to strip in front of four beautiful and fully-clothed women.  And since they'd asked about my liking to be fucked, I'd figured out that this evening probably wouldn't have anything to do with my fucking them.

They offered me another drink, and I gratefully accepted.  While I was drinking it, though, they told me to sit crossed legged on the mat and play with my nipples.  I flushed with humiliation as I did that, not knowing what was to come.  They all watched me carefully, seemingly fascinated.  When I first undressed, my cock had shriveled and my balls had pulled up tight against my body.  Out of embarrassment, I'm sure.  As I rubbed and tweaked my nips, though, I began to feel a tingling down there.  I didn't want to throw wood.  I'm not sure why, but I didn't.  But I had taken that Viagra, and after very little stimulation to my nipples, it began to grow.

When watching me do that got old, one of them went to a table and came back with a dildo and a bottle of lube.  I knew what was going to happen next.  The dildo, I was relieved to see, was about the size of my own cock, nothing I couldn't cope with.

"We want to see you pleasure yourself with this.  It's got a vibrator in the base.  So get yourself slicked up.  We know how important that is, don't we, girls?"   They all grinned and nodded.  When I had the lube spread liberally on the dildo, I then had to do the really embarrassing part.  I'd lubed up my ass in front of an audience before, but never an audience of women.  

What they had me do was insert the dildo, turn the vibrator to its lowest setting, and then sit on it while I played with my nipples again.

I did as they said, closing my eyes, trying to forget where I was and who was there.  Occasionally I'd reach for the drink they'd put on the mat beside me.  

Their talk turned to how they liked to do just what I was doing, except they used the dildo in their vaginas.  All said they'd never tried it up the ass.  "But then," Alyssa said, "we don't have prostates."

The anal and pectoral stimulation was getting to my cock, which, despite my willing it to stay down, was proudly pointing toward the ceiling.  I wondered if they were going to make me keep that up until I came but soon discovered that wasn't in the plan.

"I think it's time to bring in our other guest," Beth said.  "Trish, would you go get him, please?"

Trish, a tall, dark-haired girl with a great sparkle in her brown eyes, grinned and said she'd be glad to.

She came back leading a blindfolded, naked guy.  Not only was he naked, but he had a hardon.  A big hardon.  A very big hardon, in fact.  And I knew him.  I was a student assistant to one of the accounting profs, and I'd graded this guy's tests in basic accounting the previous semester.  He'd made a B in the course, as I recall.  I'd seen him around the building fairly regularly, and I knew his name was Bruce Carnes.  He was pledging another fraternity.  I'd never talked with him, and I've told you all I knew about him.

Bruce was probably not more than six feet tall, but he obviously was a gym rat.  He probably outweighed me by fifteen pounds, and it was all muscle.  He had great delts and lats.  His shoulders, pecs, and biceps were much bigger than mine.  Under the blindfold, I knew, were pale blue eyes, and he had pale blond, curly hair.  There was a bit of a turn-up at the tip of his nose, and his lips were full and pink.  Surprisingly under the circumstances, he had a bit of a smile on his face.

"Just stand there a minute," Trish said.  Alyssa motioned for me to get up.  "You can take out the dildo now," she said.  She was holding a big plastic food storage bag.  "Drop that in here."

I did, and she took it away.

"Now, gentlemen," Beth said.  "We think it would be instructive and maybe fun to see two hot men get it on.  Since you're both here and you're both hot, you'll do fine.  Bruce, you can take off your blindfold now and meet your lover for the evening."

When he removed the blindfold and saw me, he beamed.  In a surprisingly deep voice, he said, "Oh my fucking gaaahud!  It's Thom Benson!  I've had the screaming hots for you ever since last fall but my gaydar obviously wasn't working.  I'd never have known you're gay.  Come on, stud, let's get it on!"

I was stunned.  The guy looked like a jock and talked like a flamer.  I think I was temporarily paralyzed.  

"Okay, guys," Beth said, trying to stifle a giggle, "here's what we want you to do.  You can start by kissing."

"Oh yummy!" Bruce said, coming for me.  In two long strides he had his arms around me, hands on my ass cheeks, and was ramming his tongue down my throat while our hard cocks rubbed against each other's lower abs.

"Go on, Thom, get into it.  Don't stand there acting like a surprised virgin!" one of the women said.  Well, I was aroused by the Viagra, the teasing I'd done to my nipples, and the anal stimulation provided by the vibrator.  And I was only human.  Here was a hot looking guy (okay so he acted pretty femme) with his cock against my belly and his tongue exploring my mouth.  What was I going to do?  Besides, Spence had said I had to do everything Beth told me.  So I got into the kiss.  And Bruce was a great kisser, better than any guy I'd ever kissed except maybe Hank.  Even then it was a tossup.  The difference, of course, is that I had some fondness for Hank.  He and I were friends.  Not lovers, really, but good friends.  And although this Bruce was a hunky looking guy, his mannerisms would have turned me off.  If I hadn't already been in a slobbery liplock with him.

When he began to hump my belly, Beth said, "Okay, studs.  Cool it a minute."

"Aww, girl," Bruce said, making a pouty face.  "I was really getting into that."

Beth grinned.  "Well, maybe you'll like what we want you to do next.  How about a sixty nine?"

"Oooooh, goody!" Bruce said.  

We stretched out on the mat and went to work on each other.  Bruce was very enthusiastic, and he obviously knew what he was doing.  I soon realized I was getting one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had.  I could have enjoyed it tremendously if I weren't receiving it in front of an audience of women.  Thinking I might study up on exotic poisons I could slip Spence, I tried to focus on sucking Bruce's huge dong, the biggest I'd ever had in my mouth.

We were lying side by side, and I was sort of staring blankly at Bruce's balls.  I realized then that he'd shaved them, along with his cock.  There was a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubes above his cock, but he'd shaved off his treasure trail and part of the pubes.  I heard some of the girls whispering.

Then Beth asked, "Can you do that with one on the bottom and one on top?"

Bruce pulled off and said, "But of course we can, can't we, Thommy?"

I didn't say anything.  I just rolled over on my back.  He got on his hands and knees over me, and we went back to what we'd been doing.  

Just when it began to feel really good and I was beginning to get messages from my groin saying I was going to cum, we were interrupted again.

"Why don't you each scoot up a little and rim each other?"

`My god,' I thought.  `She knows about rimming?  Do straight couples do that?'  For sure no woman I'd ever been with had suggested it.  The only time I'd ever done it voluntarily had been with Hank, and I loved it bigtime when he did it to me.

Bruce and I made the adjustment.  He had a big ass with hard glutes.  When I began to lap at his crack it was obvious he'd showered recently.  He also obviously shaved his crack.  He had no hairs there at all.  

When he went straight for my hole and started tongue fucking me, I lurched.  The feeling was soo good.  I quit circling his rosebud with the tip of my tongue and began to explore his smooth, hot chute.  He'd also cleaned himself out inside.  I was glad I had remembered to do that before leaving the house.

Now, here's the bizarre scene.  Bruce and I are on the floor really getting into eating each other's ass while four hot women watched and, from their comments, were enjoying the show.  Something deep inside me worried that with four women and, worse, Bruce involved, word of this was bound to get out.  But when somebody's chowing down on your butthole, who thinks clearly?  Especially when you've got your tongue up his ass as well.

Things were getting pretty intense when Beth once more called a halt.  Bruce rolled over and sat leaning back on his hands, his legs stretched out, his monster lying on his belly dripping precum.  I sat up with my knees against my chest and folded my arms over them.  My balls were on display to the women that way, but my own dripping cock was partly hidden.  We both looked at Beth to see what was next.

"Okay, Bruce.  We understand that Thom here just loves to take it up the ass.  How'd you like to fuck him?"

"You do?" he asked, looking at me with surprise.  "I'd have figured you for a top."  Then he looked back at Beth.  "I was hoping he'd fuck my brains out, but I can do him if that's what you want."

I was fascinated.  I looked at that huge cock of his, knowing I'd never taken anything that big before, but knowing also that I had to try.

I insisted that, despite the tonguing I'd been getting, Bruce had to use lube on me and on himself.  He obliged by finger fucking me for a while.  He knew exactly what to do to punch the right button, so to speak, and I was on the floor with my butt in the air trying unsuccessfully not to moan with pleasure.  I couldn't help wiggling my butt, too, and the sisters laughed at that.  

Beth ordered me on my back before Bruce entered me, so I obediently rolled over.  Again, Bruce knew how to handle his weapon, and he eased into me slowly and gently.  Occasionally he'd bend down and kiss me.  Not deep, lusty kisses, just little reassurances.  Even though I was a senior and he was a freshman, it occurred to me that he was teaching me things about sex.

When he was fully inside me and had begun to fuck me slowly, his cock touched places I didn't know existed, but it was a fantastic experience.  It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had.  Maybe even better than anything Hank had done to me.  And again I couldn't help vocalizing my feelings.  Soon I was moaning and cursing and telling him to fuck me harder, that he wasn't hurting me.  For a fleeting moment I became aware of the room, how quiet the girls were.  All you could hear when I took breath was Bruce grunting softly and occasionally saying things like "Oh, honey, you've got the sweetest ass.  We've got to do this again!" or "Girl, you're so hot!"

I surprised myself by wrapping my legs around his butt and reaching up to play with the nipples on his perfect pecs.  He liked that.  "Oooh, sweetie, that's nice.  Yeah, play with my tits while I fuck your hot pussy!"

I was tossing my head from side to side, unable to control the feelings this fucker was giving me, when I noticed that two of the girls were rubbing their crotches.  So we were all enjoying the show.  

I don't know how much time passed.  I was so spaced out that it seemed like forever and not long enough.  At some point Bruce reached down and began jacking my cock, which had made quite a pool of precum on my stomach.  It didn't take long after that.  Soon I was spraying cum all over the place, some of it hitting my face, the rest making a trail down my chest to my abs.  

My orgasm triggered Bruce's.  He was still holding on to my cock, which was still hard even after all that cumming.  Without letting go he threw his head back, shouted "Hallelujah!" and came inside me.  From the number of times I felt his cock pulse, he must have dumped a huge load.  When he finished, he collapsed, fell onto me, and began kissing me.  

We were brought back to reality by the applause of our audience of four.  Someone brought us a basin of warm water, a wash cloth, and a couple of towels.  They made us clean each other up.  

After we were dressed, they thanked us and told us we could go.  Beth said to tell Spence that the favor was fully repaid.  Then she surprised me.  "It's a shame you're gay.  You're so cute."

"Beth," I said, "I'm bisexual.  And you're a pretty fabulous-looking woman."

She smiled, almost sadly.  "Sorry, Thom.  Everybody says you're a nice guy, but after watching you and Bruce this evening, I could never, uh, well . . . ."

"I get the picture."

Having been fucked well and truly, as the Brits say, I took a shower when I got back to my room, fell into bed as soon as I was dry, and went to sleep immediately, ignoring the Viagra-induced hardon that lingered with me.

When I woke up the next morning, I began to worry.  Five more people now knew about me.  Not only that I was bi, but about that need I have to get fucked periodically.  Spence promised that the girls would keep it quiet.  Maybe he was right.  But there was also Bruce.  And I didn't think discretion was one of his strong suits.

Whoever it was, somebody must have talked.  Soon I began to get funny looks or silly smirks from friends and acquaintances.  Some of the brothers stayed cool, but some seemed to avoid me.  Other people I knew in my classes and around campus began to look at me differently, too.  Even Hank said he'd heard that I was gay and wanted to know what I'd been doing.  I had to tell him about that evening with Bruce at the sorority.  After all, if he was willing to continue as my fuck buddy, he deserved to know.  

The last straw was when Bruce called me one evening and asked if we could get together.  I told him firmly that I wasn't interested.  He whined a bit, but he never called again.  I still don't know whether he's the one who talked.  Or maybe it was more than one.

Anyway, for the rest of the year, I had the reputation of being gay.  I focused on my classes, became a sort of recluse at the fraternity house, and began thinking of graduate school   Of course I continued to take care of Spence's needs, consoling myself as I did so with thoughts of the perfect, undetectable murder.

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Gay Sex Stories | Amateur Gay Sex presents "Gay Sex Encounters of the Best Kind".

I can remember the first time I saw Mark, my first day of college, my first English class. God he was gorgeous--6'1, 185 lbs. Of solid muscle, brown hair, beautiful big green eyes, killer smile, and a model to boot. There was nothing about this man that wouldn't turn any gay man, or straight woman for that matter, on. I remember my first time meeting him, too, and having the courage to talk to him. If ever a man had given me butterflies in my stomach, this was it.

I was on the university student government, with my own student office, and he mentioned to me that he often got tired between classes, and his roommates were always in his room making noise. So, I suggested that he come to my office, and this is how we got to know each other. Him loafing around on my sofa--we had almost all the same classes--then going walking to class with me. I wasn't able to tell then, and at this point more than a year later still can't tell whether or not he's gay, he seems to be, he acts like he is, and he's not had a girlfriend since I've known him, so I look at those as positive signs.

In any case, as we would walk to class, I did nothing but fantasize about him. This man had the greatest body of any mad I'd ever seen, and here he was, in tight fitting dress pants that showed off his monster cock straining against his boxers and his muscular ass jumping with each step. He mentioned to me once that he leg presses 430 pounds on average, and that sometimes, boxers are hard to find to fit right, and sometimes, the thigh seems snap when he sits down and his legs spread. He also mentioned to me that he enjoyed sex, though he never mentioned with men or women. I was about to find out with which, though.

One night, after knowing Mark for about six months, he said to me, on a Friday afternoon as we were departing campus for the weekend, "Listen, my parents are going to be out of town this weekend, and I hate to sleep at my house alone. Think you can follow me home and sleep over with me?" "Oh, of course Mark, no problem," I said, as I thought to myself, "I am the luckiest gay man on this planet!"

At the least, if nothing happened, I'd get to see him in his boxers as he changed clothes, I thought. So I followed Mark home to a beautiful Victorian home in a wealthy part of town--after all, he did drive a Mercedes--and he looked at me with those big green eyes and said, "My parents don't cook much, there's nothing to eat here. Want to go out." "No, I can cook, why should we go out? Let's go to the supermarket and pick out some fresh pasta, we'll have fun." And so we did that, and upon returning, I made Mark the best Italian meal he'd ever had, and we found a bottle of wine and began to get quite drunk. At that point, Mark removed his tight fitting Armani t-shirt, revealing a body I thought I'd never see. My god he was gorgeous, a six pack, a huge chest, and biceps that were so hard and so firm you could bounce a quarter off of them.

Totally and completely drunk, he looked at me and said, "so, like what you see?" Nearly drooling, I said, "Of course I do, god, you're stunning." Smiling his killer smile, he unzipped his tight fitting shorts and dropped them, revealing a pair of blue and green plaid boxers that were barely enough to support his girth. He sat back down in the easy chair he had just gotten out of. As he sat, his boxers retreated up his legs and his MOUND of a cock pushed forward, nearly snapping the boxers. "Don't worry," he said, "they may not make it, sometimes they just don't." At that point, as I was laying on the couch, he came and sat down next to me. As he did, I curled up to him. I put my arms around his neck with my head leaning on his right shoulder, and I sort of wrapped him up. All of a sudden, he stood up, picking me up barely holding on right off the couch. He spun me around three times and tossed me down onto the couch with incredible force. "Is that how you like it?" he asked, "or do you prefer it gentle?" "ROUGH," I said, "rough as can be."

"How much do you weigh?" he asked. "About 110." "110," he said, "I outweigh you by 75 lbs. I bench 230, leg press 430. I didn't even feel you on my back when I twirled you around just now, I could accidentally tear you in half, are you sure you want it rough?" "ABSOLUTELY!" I responded. With that, he picked me up and carried me with one arm to a different part of the basement, filled with workout equipment, that I'd never seen before. "Pray for yourself," he said with a smile. He placed me on a bench so that I was laying on it, turned away from me, and straddled the bench. Before I could say anything, he was sitting on top of me on the bench, right on my stomach. "Are you really OK?" he asked. "Sure," I muttered, barely able to breathe and able to taste my own liver.. I knew if I was going to die, this is the way I wanted it. I felt as sorry for his boxers as I did for myself--they had to be under a terrible strain with his legs spread on top of me. With that he laid down on top of me, at least his girth was distributed, but then he reached to the sides of me and put his hands on two metal bars. This was a bench press machine. I was under a muscle god who was about to bench press 230. "ONE!" he yelled out. Although it was incredibly painful, it was the greatest experience of my life. I felt every muscle in his back seize like ropes and force that weight straight up.

As I braced for him to start the second press, he said, "Nah, I can't do it, you're too nice of a guy, and you might end up like a pancake." And with that, he sat back up on me and get off.

"Mark that was SO awesome," I said. "Can you get really rough with me, like break me!" "You want me to get rougher with you? Are you sure, I'm really pretty strong, not to boast, but I am," he said, flexing his thighs forward at me. "Please," I pleaded with him. "Well, OK," he responded. He picked me up with a tremendous amount of force, carried me across the room, and threw me down onto the bench of a leg press machine. With that, he straddle the bench, but unlike the last time where he settled down onto me, he crashed down onto my stomach. "UGGG," was all I could say as all the air rushed out of my stomach. "Rough enough?" he laughed.

"Let's see what you can REALLY do," I said. At that point, he began to push his thighs forward, easily pressing the 430 lbs worth of solid steel plates. As he did, I could feel his upper and inner thigh and his hard round ass flex into my stomach. Just as the weights let out a CLANG as they reached the top of the platform, he said, "You're about to get what you asked for." As he said it, he flexed and ground his ass into my stomach. "Jesus Christ," I yelled out, "how powerful are you." "You're about to find out," was the response. I thought for sure I was going to die. As he reached onto the legs of his boxers and pulled them down--explaining the underwear were about to disintegrate on his upper thighs if he didn't, he flexed his entire body. His ass pushed my stomach straight through to my spine until I yelled, "Oh God please, it's so wonderful but I really can't take any more punishment, I'm too small, please please get off!" With that, he climbed off.

"You look flatter than before," he said, winking his beautiful right eye. "Mark," I said, "I want you to use me as a work out tool, to work out all your frustrations with your muscled, manly body on my small little frame. I know I may not make it out in such good shape, but it would be the ultimate sexual experience for me to see your big muscles, flexing, writing, filling with blood and sweat and testosterone, as they crunched me so I could actually feel how powerful they are. Will you do it? "Let me get this straight," he said, "you want me to work out all the aggressions of school and work and life on your 110 lb body? Do you know how much stress I have, you might..." "I know what might happen," I said, "but please." "Well, if you want it this way, and you accept what might happen, that's fine," he said.

With that, he picked me up by the hair, and dragged me off the bench. Hell, I knew he might crunch me into a ball, but so be it, this was going to be great. "I'm going to use my legs as a very very powerful scissor," he said with a laugh. With that, he laid with his right side on the floor and put his left leg up in the air, spreading his boxers as far as they could go. "Lay down between my legs on your back, face up toward the ceiling," he said. I did as I was told. I laid down, my lower back resting on his ample right thigh, facing the ceiling, but if I leaned my head to the right, I could see his ass, and boy was I glad I had chosen to lay that way in a second.. Lightly, he lowered his left thigh onto my stomach, so I was literally like a piece of paper in a scissor. His boxers sort of got rumpled between his legs. Then, all of a sudden, he yelled out, "pray to whatever god it is you pray," and he began to flex his legs closed around my abdomen.

Hopelessly, I tried to flex my little abs against his thighs, but he didn't even notice the resistance. He was literally crushing me, but as I looked to the right, I could see his boxers wedging deeper and deeper into his ass, and the strain that they must be under turned me way on. As my abs basically collapsed, I let out an "UFFFF" as the air ran out of my body. "I felt that," he said with a laugh. I thought he'd stop. But not yet. "I can feel your spine on my inner right thigh, what to do next?" he said. He flexed his inner right thigh and I could hear the cracking, "SNAP!" My little body shuddered. "Don't worry," he said, "I didn't break your spine, came close to it though, but I only crunched a vertebrae or two, you'll be fine, happens all the time in football." "Watch this," he said, and with no effort, seemed to find what muscle on his thighs was on my bladder. I could feel it draining, and my hot wet piss running down my legs.

All of a sudden, he let his vice off of me, slid me out from between his legs, stood up, and said, "I've gotta piss like a racehorse." He straddled my broken body, unbuttoned his boxer fly, and pulled out a SOFT 7.5 inch monster. "Open wide," he said, and as I did, he filled my mouth with the longest, hardest stream of piss I've ever felt-- but I swallowed every drop.

"You know," he said, "it's been a long time since anyone serviced my cock, and I think it needs to be serviced." Unable to move because my back was in so much pain, his cock still hanging out of his boxers, he reached down, picked my head up by the hair, and shoved his cock into my throat. Mercilessly, he slid into down my throat, held my head by my hears, and began pushing me back and forth on his cock.

Then, he got super-hard, let go of my ears, and my body actually hung by his cock, awkwardly, because his cock was in my throat. All of a sudden, I felt his tip quiver deep within me, and as I hung from his cock, he thrust his head back and breathed out, like all his troubles were gone, his beautiful, buff sweaty body gleaming in the light, and every bit of his 9 inches hard cock spraying his hot, sweet jizz into my stomach. With a gleam in his beautiful but menacing green eyes, he said, "Now I'm going to have to finish you off."

Gay Sex Stories | Amateur Gay Sex presents "Hot Gay Sex with Tony - My Brother's Buddy".

A couple of years ago I had the hottest sexual experience of my life while on a camping trip with my brother and his friend Tony. I'm a young gay man, and I've been having sex since I was fifteen. Though I used to be quite a horny fucker and had my fair share of one-night stands, (not
to mention quite a few one-half-hour stands) now that I've matured a bit (I'm twenty-three) I've learned to appreciate quality over quantity. Tony was definitely high quality, the best sex I've ever had.

My older brother was a sophomore in college at the time, living in the dorms. He's a pretty good-looking guy, not that I would ever think of him in "that way." Oh, hell, I admit I've gotten some kicks checking out his bod, and if someone held a gun up to my head and made me have sex with somebody in my family, I'd pick him. We're pretty close, even though he's an asshole sometimes and we've had our fair share of fights.

Now let's get the obligatory description of myself out of the way. I was a junior in high school at the time, perpetually horny and over-sexed. It was my fifth year on the wrestling team, so my body was smooth and firm, fresh young skin stretched taught around developing muscles. I had (and still have) a boyish face, with full lips and a strong jaw; my hair was a relatively short mess of tousled brown hair. Below a soft sprouting of downy public hair, my thick and clean cock propped atop a pair of plump, hairless balls. I had developed into a pretty good-looking kid by that time, if I do say so myself. My most proud asset, though, is my fleshy and substantial ass. The thickness and fullness of it rounds out whatever jeans or pants I wear. I like to wear tight t-shirts that fit snugly around my waste, my ass protruding like a dome from my tight and toned stomach and back.

We had planned this fall camping trip in the summer when we had gone on a family beach vacation. My parents let me skip school that Friday to get an early start on the weekend. I had been eating a Toaster Strudel at the kitchen table early that morning when I heard his car pull into the drive. I was surprised to hear two car doors slam instead of one. My brother opened the door to the kitchen and smiled at me.

"Yo, what up, bro?" He was dressed in the requisite camping gear, flannel shirt, jeans and boots. I got up and gave him a hug, then craned to see who was standing behind him. I caught an eyeful of one of the finest specimens of male flesh I had ever seen. He seemed to be Italian and had a boyish, angular face set off by a long nose, with heavy, arched eyebrows and eyes that were slightly squinted. Totally handsome and hot face. His thick, straight black hair was cut short on the sides and stood up high in the front. He was kind of short, and like my brother was wearing the standard flannel shirt and jeans, his muscular chest and thick legs filled out his clothes, a very masculine and hot body. I tried to catch my breath. My brother gestured to him.

"This is Tony, Mike. Mike, Tony." Tony smiled at me, his cute face turning up into a sly, slightly devilish grin, and held out his average-sized, manly hand.

"How you doin'?" he asked me in a sexy, low voice that bore a slight Brooklyn accent. My heart caught in my throat, I thought I might go speechless. I managed to shake his sexy hand and mumbled, "Hey, nice to meet you." My brother set down some camping gear on the counter and turned to me.

"Tony lives on my floor in the dorms. He wasn't doing anything this weekend, so I invited him to come along with us. Is that cool?" he asked me. Was that cool? My brother didn't have a fucking clue.

"Yeah, that's cool," I said in my best benign voice. Already my mind was racing with all kinds of dirty thoughts and cheap camping fantasies.

"Cool," my brother repeated, then reached over to muss up my hair. I pushed into him playfully. "Man, we're gonna have some fun on this trip, hell's yeah! I gotta go take a piss." With that he climbed the steps and I was left alone with Tony. He broke the ice by asking me about school and we got into a conversation about wrestling, which he had also done in high school. He seemed like a really nice guy. I had a good feeling about the trip.

We got all our shit together and went on our way, three young guys in their prime of life getting away from it all to have a good time. There was a definite good vibe about the trip, and we talked nonstop all the way down. In fact, I found I had a lot in common with Tony. He was such a genuinely nice and likeable guy, and he never talked down to me or treated me like I was stupid because I was younger. Not like my brother did, sometimes. It took us maybe three hours to get up in the mountains, far back from civilization in the wilderness. We found a camping spot near some large rocks in a clearing, and set up camp. Afterwards, we decided to hike along the creek and scope out the territory. We climbed up some pretty high rocks and reached a ledge that had a breathtaking view of the valley. We decided to rest there and eat lunch.

The afternoon sun and the hike had made all of us a little hot, so we took off our shirts and sat on them to eat. This gave me the chance to check out Tony's body a little more, and to my delight it was twice as nice as it had appeared to be under his shirt. He was wearing a gray athletic t-shirt that tightly hugged his biceps and showed off his thick chest and pecs, as well as a flat stomach. I took off my shirt as well, and noticed Tony casually watching me. We smiled at each other.

After lunch Tony surprised me by pulling a joint out of his pocket and asking if anybody wanted to get high. I noticed my brother looking towards me for my reaction. I had suspected that my brother smoked weed, being that I'd found a small pipe in his dorm room when I visited him one weekend. I'd asked him about it and he'd denied it was his. Maybe it had been Tony's, I thought. I was curious to try pot, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure." My brother patted me on the back while Tony fished in his bag for a lighter. "Getting high with my little bro, who would have thunk it? Have you ever smoked before?"

"No," I admitted.
"Alright! A virgin!" my brother exclaimed. Tony laughed to himself and smiled that gorgeous smile. Tony found the lighter. He put the joint between his lips and raised the flame to it. He puffed a few times; staring down at it, then inhaled a large amount of smoke. The joint crackled and burned. He took it from his lips, and exhaled a cloud of thick, sweet-smelling smoke. That sexy smile again.

He passed it to my brother who took a hit, then passed it over to me. With my brother and Tony looking on, I put the joint to my lips and puffed it a couple of times. I inhaled and the smoke hit my lungs sharply. I pulled the joint away and coughed harshly, prompting the two to laugh. This time Tony slapped me on the back and I fell into him slightly, half coughing, half laughing. As the joint went around I got better at relaxing and letting the smoke further into my lungs, and by my last puff I didn't cough at all.

By the time we got all out shit together to continue on our hike I was starting to feel the effect of the drug, the forest looked radiant and lushly green. My brother had started off down the path but Tony was in front of me, struggling with his backpack.

"Hey, buddy," he said to me, "d'ya think you could help me with this thing?" He was having trouble getting his arm through the strap on his back, so I held in out for him as he guided his manly arm into it. My hand brushed against his warm, muscular shoulder. He turned to me.

"Thanks, sexy," he said in that low, mischievous voice. He looked into my eyes and smiled, and I definitely felt something being communicated. Was my brother's hunky friend coming on to me? It couldn't be. Maybe the weed was making me delusional. He set off down the trail and I stared at his thick back and tight ass.

The rest of the hike was like a dream; we all just took our time and enjoyed the scenery. When we got back to the camp we gathered up sticks and built a fire, then settled down around it as the night fell. We cooked dinner over the fire and had a couple beers, telling stories and bullshitting. I felt very happy to be enjoying this camping trip with my brother and his very cool friend. We were all exhausted, so we turned in and I fell asleep immediately.

The next day was also a lot of fun. We set out early to a deep part in the creek where my brother knew we could catch some fish. We fished all morning and afternoon then returned to the camp to cook up our catch for dinner. My brother set to gutting and cleaning them up, and Tony and I decided to head out and gather some more wood for the fire. We ended up walking a good way's away from our camp near along the bank of the creek. Tony stopped and looked out across the stream, stretching his arms above his head and taking a deep breath.

"Sure is beautiful out here, uh?"
"Yeah," I concurred. "I feel so relaxed out here, with nothing else around." Tony agreed, and then turned to look at me.

"You wanna get high?" he asked, giving me that devilish grin. Looking into his incredibly cute face, I couldn't say no. Besides, it was the first time we had really ever been alone together since we'd arrived, I felt like it might be leading somewhere.

"Okay," I said, nodding at him and smiling.

"Cool," he said, sitting down on the bank of the stream and taking out his weed. I sat down beside him, close enough that our thighs were touching. Tony didn't move away, just kept to breaking up his weed. He rolled up the joint, licked it, then put it to his lips and lit it. He exhaled his hit and passed it to me.

"Your brother's pretty cool, man, a real nice dude," he said as I drew in the smoke. I exhaled it, no coughing this time, either.

"Thanks," I said stupidly, not knowing what else to say. "You're pretty cool yourself." He smiled at me and my heart flip-flopped. We passed the joint back and forth silently for a couple of minutes, thick with sexual tension. Our fingers were starting to entwine as we passed it, starting to feel the high creep up on us. The more we smoked the closer our bodies were touching, I could feel our arms and legs touching and it was driving me crazy. Finally, he broke the silence.

"You wanna do a shotgun?"
"What's that?" I asked.
"It saves smoke. I'll take a hit and then I'll pass the hit to you."

"Okay," I said, not really knowing what he was talking about. He took in a huge hit and held it for a minute. Then he looked at me, smiling, and pulled my head to his. He gently held his lips to mine and exhaled. I took the cue and opened my lips against his, breathing in his smoke. When he was done we pulled away from each other, I held it for a minute and then exhaled, blue smoke floating off into the air.

"Now you do it for me." My heart was beating like crazy, crazy with sexual desire for my brother's studly friend. I took a hit off the joint and held it for a minute. We looked at each other, and then moved in towards each other. We pressed our lips together, a little more urgently this time, and I felt his soft lips start to move against mine as I exhaled the smoke into his lungs. I lost it. I sucked on his lips and he sucked harder, our tongues met and before you know it we were lost in a hot French kiss. I finished exhaling and pulled back to catch my breath. He exhaled the smoke into the air and turned back to look at me. There was no denying it now. We moved towards each other and started making out, electricity passing between us. I was lost in the moment, my body surging with excitement and desire. We pressed our bodies closer together putting our arms around each other and devouring each other's mouths. I moved my hand down his thick muscular back and grabbed onto his ass. He moaned and shoved his crotch into mine; I could feel his hard-on grind against mine. He kissed down my face and sucked on my neck, pulling up my shirt. His thick hands moved up my smooth body, grabbing my pecs and tweaking my nipples. It felt incredible. He moved his face to my chest and started licking and sucking at my pecs and nipples. I thought I might cum just from the excitement of it. He came back up and we continued to make out, hands running everywhere trying to devour each other. We ground our cocks into each other, feeling the heat. My cock was wet with pre-cum and hard as a fucking rock, feeling his thick sausage press into it. I had to taste him.

I reached for the bottom of his tucked-in shirt and ripped it out from his pants. I moved down his body and licked his hard, flat stomach, making my way up to his thick and sculpted chest. His chest had a small amount of hair on it, surrounding fat, quarter-size nipples. I took them into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned and ran his hand through my hair, down my back towards my ass. I licked at grabbed at his muscular chest, then slid down his body towards the top of his jeans. Tentatively at first, I moved my hand toward the bulging crotch of his jeans, and then I pressed my hand into it. Tony gasped and moaned. I could feel its hard thickness, poking upwards towards the top of his jeans; I rubbed my hand down its length. It seemed huge and ridiculously thick. I unbuttoned the top of his jeans while he looked down at me in anticipation. His treasure trail ran down his tanned, tight stomach into a pair of tight gray underwear, a wet spot forming near where the large head of his cock rested. I took his jeans all the way off and rested in between his hot, hairy thighs. I couldn't believe it, this gorgeous stud was mine to devour. I moved my face up to his underwear and felt the heat of his crotch, running my nose and lips over his balls and up along his shaft. I peeled the underwear back to reveal the thickest piece of man-meat I had ever seen. It was fat and smooth and uncut, his cockhead poking out of his thick foreskin, dripping with precum. I slid his underwear off and got a better look at him. His crotch was pretty hairy, with sexy, man-sized balls hanging below his thick pipe. Tony looked at me.

"C'mon, buddy, do it," he said. I didn't need any further encouragement. I reached down and hefted his meat up, then put my finger up to the head and spread his precum around it. Tony moaned. I slid my hand down the length of his cock, pulling the foreskin back from the head and making him moan again. I leaned down and licked the precum from the head of his cock. Then I put my mouth around the head and slid his hot cock in my mouth and down my throat, massaging the underside with my tongue. Tony gasped and his legs shuddered in excitement. I devoured his meat, sucking it down to the root into the back of my throat. I could feel it pulse and become even harder. I took it out and ran my tongue thickly up its length, sliding my hands up Tony's thighs and onto his stomach. I toyed with his foreskin, putting my tongue under it and running it across his sensitive cock head. I had never seen an uncut cock before, let alone gotten this close to one. This guy couldn't be for real.

I ran my hands down his back and on his ass, raising it up and pushing more of his hot piece past my full lips and down my throat. I sucked his cock for all that it was worth, and felt him getting more and more excited. I reached down and grabbed his balls, lifting them up and rubbing underneath them. There was no going back now. He started to tense up and whispered in that hot voice, thick with sexual excitement, "I'm gonna cum." I continued slurping his fat cock in my mouth, hungry for his load. Grunting and gasping, he his cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth. Tony looked down at me eating his cock, lost in total lust. I felt thick ropes of cream begin shooting out. I swallowed it all greedily, my lips wrapped tightly around his fat hog. Tony fell back onto the grass and closed his eyes, coming back down to earth. I slid his cock out of my mouth, milking it with my fist and swiping the last drops of his cum off the tip with my tongue. Tony breathed deeply and leaned up towards me.

"Shit, you're so fuckin' hot." He pulled my head to his and we started making out again, him tasting his own cum from my mouth. I was, of course, rock hard at this point and leaking pre-cum like crazy. Tony wasted no time in pulling off my jeans and underwear. He threw them off into the grass and climbed in between my thighs, drinking in the sight of my exposed cock and balls. He gave my sizeable hard on a few hard strokes, leaned down and started licking at my balls. He licked up my balls along my cock, I gasped at the sensation. I reached down and ran my hands through his thick hair. He looked up at me and smiled that Joker-ish grin, stroking my cock, and then opened his mouth and ran it down my shaft. His hands massaged my thighs, reaching underneath and grabbing my thick ass cheeks. He reached his thick fingers into the crack of my ass while pistoning my cock down his throat, moving his fingers toward my sensitive asshole. He rubbed his thumb across my tight hole, making me gasp and jerk upward, shoving more of my prick down his velvety throat. He licked down my balls again then lifted them up, licking below them. He raised my legs up off the ground and moved his tongue further down towards my hot pucker. I breathed heavily in anticipation. His hot tongue finally found my asshole and swabbed across it, licking it wetly. I gasped and felt my cock jerk in his hand.

He stroked my cock with his hand as he continued to probe my ass with his tongue, working it into my hole. I relaxed it and his tongue slid in some more, I heard and felt him moan as he ate out my ass. He pushed his hot tongue into my slick asshole and I couldn't take it anymore. With no warning I started to shoot my load out of his pistoning hand. He came up from under me and immediately went down on my cock, swallowing it to the root and drinking my entire copious load. I nearly passed out, entered another dimension. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. As I started to calm down Tony licked the last drops of cum off my deflating cock, moaned sexily and laid his hot body on top of me.

"Well, this is kind of a surprise," I offered. We laughed and made out a little bit more.
"We'd better get back to your brother, eh?" Tony said.
"Yeah, I'll bet he's wondering where we are." Reluctantly, we got up and started putting our pants back on. We watched each other the whole time, him smiling that incredibly sexy smile at me. When we were all dressed and composed, he walked toward me and pulled my body towards him.

"I can't believe what a hot little fucker you are, we're gonna have some fun on this trip."

"What about my brother?" I wondered.
"We'll just have to be careful. We can wait till he's sleepingtonight then go take a walk." My heart beat faster. I sure as hell was going to have a fun time on this trip. We started making out again and soon our cocks were hard and throbbing for each other again.

"Oh, man, I can't stand it. I want you so bad," Tony said. I broke away from him and tried to regain my composure.

"We better take it easy, we gotta get back to camp," I said.
"Yeah, we better." We started gathering up wood, bumping into each other and grabbing each other every chance we got. When we got back to camp my brother was all finished and was stoking the fire.

"What the hell took you fuckers so long? This fire's about to die out! What were you two doin' out there, pulling your puds?"

Little did he know...