My Massive Stepbrother
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*Fiction / All characters within this story are 18+. Any resemblance between the characters in the work and real-life individuals is unintentional.*
Chapter 6:
Part 1:
A couple weeks after my sexual romp with Bastian, I quickly came to my senses. Had I lost my mind? He was my mom’s boyfriend. My mom was an innocent bystander in this whole fucked up situation, and I could not do that to her.
“Too late you self sabotaging, home wrecking, slut” my mind spit a venomous slur in the air, and it fell back down and hit me
Every instance Bastian and I bumped into each other in the house, it was a sexually charged moment. Mostly because he set them up.
It was just back to back moments of me catching him fully nude, or him partaking in some sexual act. I would walk into the shared bathroom and find him brushing his teeth with his dick lying on the counter. If it wasn’t that, I’d find him in the kitchen with nothing on. More recently, I walked by his bedroom door, and caught him jerking off. We made eye contact, he smiled, and motioned for me to come in. He knew what he was doing, and to be very honest, it was working.
I couldn’t get away from the image of his cock, from the feeling of his potent load landing on my face. Just remembering the taste of that sweet nectar that I had on my tongue, just turned me on everyday. However the image of my mom sobbing horribly, always ruined my buzz.
My mind was extremely conflicted.
Ultimately, his presence and constant flaunting became overwhelming. To the point that I needed to get away. I immediately called up Court to save me. Her family was always happy to have me over at their house anyways, so without question I was immediately welcomed. The minute she said yes, I grabbed a bag filled it to the brim with clothes, and flew out the door without so much as a goodbye to Bastian.
We were floating in the pool, when I got a text saying, “where the fuck are u?” from Bastian. I yet again, left him on read. I received about, 8 texts through out the week. All encompassing the same energy.
“Court, do you think...it would be okay if I stayed another night?” We were both posted on her chaise lounges
“Oh, you know I don’t mind…” She looked over, “Let me check with Clarke and Joe, I’ll have them stop by the store to grab us some more snacks.”
Clarke and Joe…Clarke and Joe, what could be said about them? They were Court’s older identical twin brothers. Clarke was into wrestling, while Joe was more into bodybuilding. Joe had recently dyed his hair black, while Clarke maintained his blonde curles. Joe had a couple tattoos, he was quote unquote, the bad boy of the two. Clarke however opted for the clean boy next door look. They usually came home from time to time to visit, and offered to house sit while their parents were away in wherever the fuck...
I heard her nails tap away at the phone, then the little sister charm came out to play.
“Hey Clarke…”
“What? Omg No silly!!”
“Look…”
“What do you mean, what do I want?”
“Yeah..”
“No…”
“Look, I’m not asking for a lot…
“Can’t you just…”
“…just go pick up some snacks?”
“Please…?”
“it’s noon and we’re hungryyy”
“Pleaaaaase??”
“Thank youuuu. Love youuuu~~”
She stopped speaking, sighed heavily, and flatly said, “They’re gonna stop by the store to pick up some snacks…maybe dinner.”
“I take it, they’re okay with me still being here?” My eyes were closed this time, the sun was beating down on my skin
“Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh, you’re literally family!!” She brushed my question off and directed her voice in my direction, “Don’t worry, it’s fiiiine..”
I had ran out of clothing, so I was constantly insisting we hang out in the pool so I didn't have to change. So for the past week, we both were floating aimlessly in the pool. After her telling me not to worry, I had received a text from Bastian saying, “He had to step out to fix his transmission.”
“Bingo…” I propped myself up, “I need to run home Court.”
After receiving the text letting me know of Bastian’s departure from the house, I found myself going up the stairs to the main house. My body followed the cold tile to the kitchen, and straight into the double door fridge. While there, the front door swung open, and in came the twins. I peaked my head out from the refrigerator, and found myself making eye contact with a pair of bulging biceps carrying a bunch of bags.
“Clarke...” Joe lifted, the bags, and his muscles rippled wildly from usage,” dude…I told you I could do it..”
“Man….” Clarke came in after, while closing the door. He looked to the left and posed in the mirror, “We always do this in one trip.”
Upon closing the fridge doors, they both turned their heads in my direction.
“Hey pip-squeak” Joe put his hand on my head and tousled my hair, my eyes looked up to see his chest staring back at me. His side tit followed through to a clean shaven pit. A bit of his black & white tattoo was peaking from the shirt.
Their skin was pearly white, with a hue of soft pink. With the obsession of athleticism and working out, they were extremely toned. Their skin was stretched tightly over a musculature system that could make any grown man drool, and the vascular system was even more impressive. The best part about them were their pink nipples that were always prominently erect. The only distinct difference is Joe’s left nip, was surrounded by a tribal tattoo.
They were both wearing different versions of cut off shirts. Clarke had on a cropped top that showed off his the bottom half of his defined abs. Joe, on the other hand, had the sides of his shirt cut off, so his meaty tits were on full display. I could tell that Joe shaved his body hair, while Clarke had some hair on his chest with a full bush under his arm. Both had on loose fitting basket ball shorts. Joe’s were pulled down slightly, showing off his boxers. Clarke’s however, were pulled down slightly, but I couldn’t see a band for his underwear. Just a happy trail that lead into a triangle shape, which looked to be about a week’s worth of growth.
Clarke came over to me pulled me in for a hug. He stood up completely, lifting me off the ground. I always felt the most amount of warmth from his hugs, I felt…protected. Joe cleared his throat, and Clarke put me down immediately.
“What have you and Court been up to all day?” Clarke began putting away the groceries, “Have y’all been by the pool this whole time?” He side stepped to the fridge, which produced a slight swinging movement in his shorts.
“Yeah, we’ve been in and out..” I grabbed a glass and began to fill it with ice, “I actually have to run back to my house for a second to pick up a change of clothes...”
I was immediately greeted with blank stares. The clinking ice was the loudest sound in the kitchen.
The twins looked at each other, then back to me. Clarke crossed his arms and leaned back, “…Grant…is…everything okay?”
“…You’ve been here for the past 2 weeks.” Joe hoisted himself up on the counter, while finishing, “Not to be rude…buuuut…don’t you have a home to stay at?”
Clarke squinted, made a face at Joe, then hit his arm as if to ask him, “what the fuck?”
My face turned bright red, “Yeah!! Everything is great!” The image of Bastian’s cock thrusting in my face entered my mind. “--but you know...It's totally okay! I gotta stay home anyways, and take care of some chores.” Last thing I need is for the twins to think I’m a freak, “Is it okay if I come by to grab my clothes tomorrow? I just need a ride is all.”
They both looked at me, and I could tell they knew something was up. Joe elbowed his brother. Clarke recoiled, and shoved him back.
His eyes met mine, which gave me reassurance, “I can take you over if you want.” He leaned back on the counter, then crossed his legs
“Are you sure??” I looked down at my water, and back up to him. My eyes caught the outline of his flaccid cock as it hung to the left, “I know I asked, but I can walk…it’s no big deal, really.”
Joe pushed his brother again, and Clarke’s bulge shook, “It’s cool,” He stood up, and made his way to the front door, “Court would kill me for making you walk.”
“I’ll let her know that y’all are heading out,” Joe made his way to the back entrance, at the same time he pulled off his shirt, his back muscles were demonic, “Clarke, you’ll be back in like...30-45minutes?”
“If anything J...” Clarke’s hand found my shoulder. Then slid its way down to my lower back to gently escort me out of the door. As we made our way to his black 4 door sedan, my mind couldn't help but focus on the increased pressure from his hand as it stayed firmly planted.
***
Chapter 6:
Part 1:
A couple weeks after my sexual romp with Bastian, I quickly came to my senses. Had I lost my mind? He was my mom’s boyfriend. My mom was an innocent bystander in this whole fucked up situation, and I could not do that to her.
“Too late you self sabotaging, home wrecking, slut” my mind spit a venomous slur in the air, and it fell back down and hit me
Every instance Bastian and I bumped into each other in the house, it was a sexually charged moment. Mostly because he set them up.
It was just back to back moments of me catching him fully nude, or him partaking in some sexual act. I would walk into the shared bathroom and find him brushing his teeth with his dick lying on the counter. If it wasn’t that, I’d find him in the kitchen with nothing on. More recently, I walked by his bedroom door, and caught him jerking off. We made eye contact, he smiled, and motioned for me to come in. He knew what he was doing, and to be very honest, it was working.
I couldn’t get away from the image of his cock, from the feeling of his potent load landing on my face. Just remembering the taste of that sweet nectar that I had on my tongue, just turned me on everyday. However the image of my mom sobbing horribly, always ruined my buzz.
My mind was extremely conflicted.
Ultimately, his presence and constant flaunting became overwhelming. To the point that I needed to get away. I immediately called up Court to save me. Her family was always happy to have me over at their house anyways, so without question I was immediately welcomed. The minute she said yes, I grabbed a bag filled it to the brim with clothes, and flew out the door without so much as a goodbye to Bastian.
We were floating in the pool, when I got a text saying, “where the fuck are u?” from Bastian. I yet again, left him on read. I received about, 8 texts through out the week. All encompassing the same energy.
“Court, do you think...it would be okay if I stayed another night?” We were both posted on her chaise lounges
“Oh, you know I don’t mind…” She looked over, “Let me check with Clarke and Joe, I’ll have them stop by the store to grab us some more snacks.”
Clarke and Joe…Clarke and Joe, what could be said about them? They were Court’s older identical twin brothers. Clarke was into wrestling, while Joe was more into bodybuilding. Joe had recently dyed his hair black, while Clarke maintained his blonde curles. Joe had a couple tattoos, he was quote unquote, the bad boy of the two. Clarke however opted for the clean boy next door look. They usually came home from time to time to visit, and offered to house sit while their parents were away in wherever the fuck...
I heard her nails tap away at the phone, then the little sister charm came out to play.
“Hey Clarke…”
“What? Omg No silly!!”
“Look…”
“What do you mean, what do I want?”
“Yeah..”
“No…”
“Look, I’m not asking for a lot…
“Can’t you just…”
“…just go pick up some snacks?”
“Please…?”
“it’s noon and we’re hungryyy”
“Pleaaaaase??”
“Thank youuuu. Love youuuu~~”
She stopped speaking, sighed heavily, and flatly said, “They’re gonna stop by the store to pick up some snacks…maybe dinner.”
“I take it, they’re okay with me still being here?” My eyes were closed this time, the sun was beating down on my skin
“Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh, you’re literally family!!” She brushed my question off and directed her voice in my direction, “Don’t worry, it’s fiiiine..”
I had ran out of clothing, so I was constantly insisting we hang out in the pool so I didn't have to change. So for the past week, we both were floating aimlessly in the pool. After her telling me not to worry, I had received a text from Bastian saying, “He had to step out to fix his transmission.”
“Bingo…” I propped myself up, “I need to run home Court.”
After receiving the text letting me know of Bastian’s departure from the house, I found myself going up the stairs to the main house. My body followed the cold tile to the kitchen, and straight into the double door fridge. While there, the front door swung open, and in came the twins. I peaked my head out from the refrigerator, and found myself making eye contact with a pair of bulging biceps carrying a bunch of bags.
“Clarke...” Joe lifted, the bags, and his muscles rippled wildly from usage,” dude…I told you I could do it..”
“Man….” Clarke came in after, while closing the door. He looked to the left and posed in the mirror, “We always do this in one trip.”
Upon closing the fridge doors, they both turned their heads in my direction.
“Hey pip-squeak” Joe put his hand on my head and tousled my hair, my eyes looked up to see his chest staring back at me. His side tit followed through to a clean shaven pit. A bit of his black & white tattoo was peaking from the shirt.
Their skin was pearly white, with a hue of soft pink. With the obsession of athleticism and working out, they were extremely toned. Their skin was stretched tightly over a musculature system that could make any grown man drool, and the vascular system was even more impressive. The best part about them were their pink nipples that were always prominently erect. The only distinct difference is Joe’s left nip, was surrounded by a tribal tattoo.
They were both wearing different versions of cut off shirts. Clarke had on a cropped top that showed off his the bottom half of his defined abs. Joe, on the other hand, had the sides of his shirt cut off, so his meaty tits were on full display. I could tell that Joe shaved his body hair, while Clarke had some hair on his chest with a full bush under his arm. Both had on loose fitting basket ball shorts. Joe’s were pulled down slightly, showing off his boxers. Clarke’s however, were pulled down slightly, but I couldn’t see a band for his underwear. Just a happy trail that lead into a triangle shape, which looked to be about a week’s worth of growth.
Clarke came over to me pulled me in for a hug. He stood up completely, lifting me off the ground. I always felt the most amount of warmth from his hugs, I felt…protected. Joe cleared his throat, and Clarke put me down immediately.
“What have you and Court been up to all day?” Clarke began putting away the groceries, “Have y’all been by the pool this whole time?” He side stepped to the fridge, which produced a slight swinging movement in his shorts.
“Yeah, we’ve been in and out..” I grabbed a glass and began to fill it with ice, “I actually have to run back to my house for a second to pick up a change of clothes...”
I was immediately greeted with blank stares. The clinking ice was the loudest sound in the kitchen.
The twins looked at each other, then back to me. Clarke crossed his arms and leaned back, “…Grant…is…everything okay?”
“…You’ve been here for the past 2 weeks.” Joe hoisted himself up on the counter, while finishing, “Not to be rude…buuuut…don’t you have a home to stay at?”
Clarke squinted, made a face at Joe, then hit his arm as if to ask him, “what the fuck?”
My face turned bright red, “Yeah!! Everything is great!” The image of Bastian’s cock thrusting in my face entered my mind. “--but you know...It's totally okay! I gotta stay home anyways, and take care of some chores.” Last thing I need is for the twins to think I’m a freak, “Is it okay if I come by to grab my clothes tomorrow? I just need a ride is all.”
They both looked at me, and I could tell they knew something was up. Joe elbowed his brother. Clarke recoiled, and shoved him back.
His eyes met mine, which gave me reassurance, “I can take you over if you want.” He leaned back on the counter, then crossed his legs
“Are you sure??” I looked down at my water, and back up to him. My eyes caught the outline of his flaccid cock as it hung to the left, “I know I asked, but I can walk…it’s no big deal, really.”
Joe pushed his brother again, and Clarke’s bulge shook, “It’s cool,” He stood up, and made his way to the front door, “Court would kill me for making you walk.”
“I’ll let her know that y’all are heading out,” Joe made his way to the back entrance, at the same time he pulled off his shirt, his back muscles were demonic, “Clarke, you’ll be back in like...30-45minutes?”
“If anything J...” Clarke’s hand found my shoulder. Then slid its way down to my lower back to gently escort me out of the door. As we made our way to his black 4 door sedan, my mind couldn't help but focus on the increased pressure from his hand as it stayed firmly planted.
***
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This is turning into an Agatha Christie whodunit. We have introduced several possible tops, but no indication of who gets to the hole first.
*Fiction / All characters within this story are 18+. Any resemblance between the characters in the work and real-life individuals is unintentional.*
Chapter 6:
Part 2:
*TO GBOYZ*
(9:00am) “Tonight. My place. Old times. Fun.” - B
*TO B-*
(9:05am) “B—my man!!” - M
(9:17am) “
” - E
(9:30am) “Duuude…it’s been forever.” - V
(9:35am) “I was beginning to think we’d never hang out again.” - C
(9:45am) “fina-fuckin-ly!!” - F
*TO GBOYZ*
(10:00am) - “member. “X” driveway.” - B
***
*TO KAT*
(10:15am) Hope you’re having a fun time in Europe!
(10:15am) Grant and I are doing great. He’s coming home tonight. We’re gonna have dinner tonight.
*TO SEBASTIAN*
(10:30am) It’s so been much fun - I miss you both! I’ll be coming home next week.
(10:32am) Awe! I’m so glad you’re both getting along
What are you planning to have for dinner?
*TO KAT*
(11:00am) Oh? I’ll have a surprise for when you come home.
(11:05am) Idk, I’m thinking…beef, maybe pork?
(11:06am) Some type of protein…
Bastian had just woken from a dream, one that would helped him set his plan in motion. After finishing his text with Kat, Grant’s mom, he threw the phone to the side. He was horny…insatiably horny. He hadn’t jerked off since his night with Grant, and he wanted to continue his fun. Grant on the other hand, was avoiding him.
He threw the covers back to reveal his fur covered, lean body. His cock laid on his stomach throbbing from the dream. His hand wrapped itself around the base of his member, and squeezed tightly. It became engorged , and looked even thicker than it normally did. The feeling of his thick piece in his hand drove him insane, to which he then began to pound his meat wildly.
Some pre-cum flew out, hitting him directly in the eye. This brought him back to reality. Which made him realize that he couldn’t finish jerking off, he couldn’t waste the load that he had saved up for 3 weeks. He jumped out of the bed, his body made its way to the bathroom. There, his eyes analyzed his reflection. His beard had grown in, and his hair wild. This wasn’t his normal put together image.
He noticed a bit of pre-cum hanging on his chest hair, his finger caught it just before it fell to an untimely waste. The digit brought the nectar to his mouth, while his tongue savored the flavor of his own seed. Reminding himself of how his soon to be step son wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock.
His hand wrapped around the base of the snake, and milked out another drop of candy, scooping it up, and placing it on his tongue, “Grant…you’re in for a fucking treat tonight…”
The 6’5” giant, went back to his quarters, searching for his phone. He knew he threw it to the side, but for some reason couldn’t find it within the cal king bed. His hands were sliding under the covers, and patting around; but they weren’t producing anything which resembled his phone.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, “Hey old man, can I— “ Javi walked in, and stopped short, not realizing that his father was in the buff, “oh fuck...shit…sorry, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“Hey, no, Jav - don’t worry about it.” His eyes were focused on the bed. His cock was still semi-hard, showcasing a good length to it, “I just woke up, and I’m looking for my phone, I can’t find it”
His eyes looked up, and noticed Javier leaning on the door frame texting. He was in a pair of white briefs that were straining to hold his own piece. His crossed legs pushed a prominent bulge further to the front. Bastian’s eyebrows raised with silent impress. He was an exact replica of him; massively tall, covered in dense black hair, defined pecs, gold necklace, bulging biceps, and defined abs. Without missing a beat in his texting, a hand came down and scratched. Bastian had to admit, even he felt inadequate to the bulge staring at him. Still though, it brought Bastian a huge sense of pride. He produced this.
“Okay, well…can I borrow your keys?” Javi’s eyes didn’t leave his phone , “I’m gonna hang out with some friends tonight, I won’t be back in until tomorrow.”
Bastian’s smiled to himself. It was as if the stars were aligned before him, and wanting this plan to come to fruition.
“Yeah, go ahead. Can you do me a favor though?” Javier looked up from his phone, quickly scanned down, then up. It was always just him and his dad, so he was used to the frat bro nudity. Sometimes though, he would mentally compare their pipes, Javi’s always was bigger. His dad stood in all glory with both hands on his hips, “D’ya mind calling my phone?”
“Sure thing old man“ Javier walked away, while a buzzing sound came from under the bed, prompting Bastian to fall to his knees on the ground. He grabbed his phone, and began texting right away.
*TO CCKSLT*
(12:14PM) I’ve gotta step out and fix my transmission.
(12:16PM) Idk when I’ll be back.
He stood up, walked across the hallway into his soon-to-be stepson’s room, and sat on his bed. He closed his eyes, and imagined Grant sitting on his member. His fist began to pound his cock furiously in excitement, a loud clapping sound of his balls echoed into the hallway.
Bastian’s body quickly gave into the moment of passion. He flipped over and began roughly thrusting his pelvis into Grant’s mattress. Javier’s head sat at the landing of the stairs. Like a deer in headlights, he could see the unwarranted performance unfolding before him down the hall. He felt his face get hot, his stomach churned. He quickly turned, and made his way down the stairs out of the house.
***
The drive over to my house was nice. Clarke and I reminisced about when we were younger, and how he always had to defend me whenever Joe would pick on me.
“Ahhh, Joe’s always been so mean to me,” I was looking out the window, “He’s never really liked me…has he?”
“Ohhh, Joe’s just joking…” he turned onto my street, “he and I have always thought of you as the little brother we never had.”
He slowed down, then turned into my driveway, I looked over at him, “he’s gotta play bad cop…and I have to play good cop” he turned to me, and flashed me a smile, “I gotta protect you from him, it’s the unspoken deal we have.”
The day I was in the car with Bastian, flashed in my head. My stomach dropped, “you know…you guys don’t have to protect me.” My eyes traveled down to his stomach, and then to the bulge that was resting between his legs, “I can protect myself, I’m an adult.”
“Grant…you’re 19…you’re hardly an adult,” he turned the radio down, “Plus, you’re tiny…men look at you, and want to take advantage of your size.”
I put my face down, “ehh I don’t know Clarke, I’m 19…” I continued, “there’s only one guy who I’ve actually done stuff with, and he wants to go further, but I’m just like…”
“So, wait, you’re seeing someone?” his hands rested down onto his crotch, “…how long has this been going on?”
“Well I mean…we’re not exclusive…we’ve just done stuff…” I looked at him, my eyes burrowed into the side of his pec, “I just…I don’t know…I like when we do stuff, but he’s tried to push for more…but I’m confused.”
“Grant…” he stopped, leaned back and slid forward in his seat, the material from his shorts tightened on his thighs, “…a lot of guys, even I, would try—.”
“Wait…” my ear perked up, “…what did you…”
“Nothing.” He looked down, his demeanor completely changed, “aren’t you supposed to be grabbing some clothes?”
“But I heard you…” I turned my body to him, and put my hand on his bicep.
His eyes looked down at his arm, he went to remove my tiny hand, thus revealing a hidden bulge running along is inner thigh, “You didn’t hear shit…now hurry up and grab your shit.”
“But…are you…” my eyes shifting back and forth between him, and the resting bulge, I placed my hands on his knee, “I could have sworn…”
“Drop it. Go inside. Now.” He became visibly annoyed, “grab your shit, and let’s go.” He pushed my hands off, leaned over then, opened the door.
I felt the sting of his dismissal, my body was hanging halfway out of the door, “okay…ummm…so I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
“Cool.” He had his head turned away, “I’ll be here.”
He absolutely did say something, I know I didn’t make this up. He’s always been nice to me, and always did protect me. Why was he acting this way?Did I do something to him?
I found myself at my front door, I turned around to find Clarke was watching me. His eyes were hooded, and piercing through me. I waved, and the gesture was not returned.
This wasn’t normally like him, why was he acting this way? He was always cool, and nice to me, he’s acting like Joe. I made my way into the house, up stairs and towards my bedroom.
“I’m glad I can actually walk in to my home…” my feet continued at a normal pace, and stopped in front of my closed door “…I missed my bed so much…”
I pushed the door open, and my eyes were immediately pulled to my bed. There were clothes laid out; a small pink shirt, cut off shorts, and a pink collar? An envelope with my name on it rested next to the articles.
“Is this…some sick….joke??” My hands opened the envelope, and I began to read, ‘Grant, hope you enjoy the clothes, look out your left window. B-“
My heart stopped, I felt a lump form in my throat. My head turned to the window, my feet carried me across the floor to my destination. I peered down to the pool to see five men, conversing with each other, all lacking clothes. I had been tricked.
“So, how do you like your outfit?” My shoulders dropped, and I turned to see Bastian standing in the doorway, he was wearing some tattered cotton shorts, they were barely hanging onto his hips. The flimsy fabric draped over his soft hanging cock, my mouth watered and my heartbeat increased.
“You know…I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” he started walking towards me, his flaccid cock danced gently in the shorts with each step, “…were you…avoiding me Grant?
“Bastian, what are you doing here?” I panicked, “I thought you were out, getting your car fixed…”
“Well…I got a ride from a friend…” he smiled devilishly, then stepped towards me, and I stepped back, “now…answer the question…” He took another step, I mirrored his.
I felt the wall on my back, I was pushed into a corner. I was trapped…I looked up at my captor. My cock was painfully hard, I was excited, I was confused. “What? No…I wasn’t avoiding you…” my eyes traveled downward to the resting beast in front of me, it wanted me to grab it, “I would never do that.”
Bastian put his arm on the wall, shifting his weight to another foot, the bulged swayed with movement.
“Are you sure….” His eyes looked down on me, “…it kind of felt like you were….”
“Yes, I’m sure Bastian,” my eyes followed up his torso to his nipples that stuck out from the forest of black hair.
“So…who’s the guy you drove in with?” He kneeled down to eye level, his cock slipped out from the shorts
“Who?” I hesitated, “What are you talking about?”
“The guy that’s sitting in my driveway, eye fucking my toys tight ass, that’s who…” His energy became heavy
“He’s…he’s no one,” I looked to the left, “You don’t have to worry about him.”
“Oh? Really?” He sprang up, his cock swung at me, while his shorts covered it back up, “…he doesn’t look like ‘no one.’
“Please…Bastian…don’t.” I felt defeated
“Don’t what…?” He stepped in closer, he was inches away from me, his bulge was practically pushed on my face
“Just…don’t…” my eyes were locked on his torso, I could see the growth pattern of his hair, traveling through the crevices of his lean abs, “please….”
“What?” He stepped back, made his way to the door, “If he’s no one then you don’t mind me talking to—”
“NO!!!” I screamed out and fell to my knees, “Please…don’t involve him…”
“Involve him??” He turned around, made 3 long strides, and kneeled down next to me, his cock hung freely again, “What are you saying? I’m just gonna you know…go introduce myself…”
I looked up to see him smiling. Within seconds he grabbed me, both of his arms were wrapped around my torso. My arms were wrapped around his neck, while my legs tied around his waist. We passionately embraced, our lips were locked, and his tongue explored my mouth. We fell on my bed, he on top of me. I immediately could feel his rock hard member pushing against my clothed hole.
“Please…I just want you in me…” my limbs released him, and he repositioned his body, his cock was out of his shorts pointing directly at me, my hands wrapped around it and squeezed tightly. It was thicker than last time, and his balls were heavy, pre-cum dripped into my palm. My tongue lapped the sweet treat up.
He looked down at me and smiled, “I fucking missed the slut in you Grant,” He got off the bed, “but not now…”
“if you want this to continue…”His feet carried him to my bedroom door, turning him, his raging hard-on swung through the wind, “…get dressed…now.”
***
Chapter 6:
Part 2:
*TO GBOYZ*
(9:00am) “Tonight. My place. Old times. Fun.” - B
*TO B-*
(9:05am) “B—my man!!” - M
(9:17am) “
” - E(9:30am) “Duuude…it’s been forever.” - V
(9:35am) “I was beginning to think we’d never hang out again.” - C
(9:45am) “fina-fuckin-ly!!” - F
*TO GBOYZ*
(10:00am) - “member. “X” driveway.” - B
***
*TO KAT*
(10:15am) Hope you’re having a fun time in Europe!
(10:15am) Grant and I are doing great. He’s coming home tonight. We’re gonna have dinner tonight.
*TO SEBASTIAN*
(10:30am) It’s so been much fun - I miss you both! I’ll be coming home next week.
(10:32am) Awe! I’m so glad you’re both getting along
What are you planning to have for dinner?*TO KAT*
(11:00am) Oh? I’ll have a surprise for when you come home.
(11:05am) Idk, I’m thinking…beef, maybe pork?
(11:06am) Some type of protein…
Bastian had just woken from a dream, one that would helped him set his plan in motion. After finishing his text with Kat, Grant’s mom, he threw the phone to the side. He was horny…insatiably horny. He hadn’t jerked off since his night with Grant, and he wanted to continue his fun. Grant on the other hand, was avoiding him.
He threw the covers back to reveal his fur covered, lean body. His cock laid on his stomach throbbing from the dream. His hand wrapped itself around the base of his member, and squeezed tightly. It became engorged , and looked even thicker than it normally did. The feeling of his thick piece in his hand drove him insane, to which he then began to pound his meat wildly.
Some pre-cum flew out, hitting him directly in the eye. This brought him back to reality. Which made him realize that he couldn’t finish jerking off, he couldn’t waste the load that he had saved up for 3 weeks. He jumped out of the bed, his body made its way to the bathroom. There, his eyes analyzed his reflection. His beard had grown in, and his hair wild. This wasn’t his normal put together image.
He noticed a bit of pre-cum hanging on his chest hair, his finger caught it just before it fell to an untimely waste. The digit brought the nectar to his mouth, while his tongue savored the flavor of his own seed. Reminding himself of how his soon to be step son wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock.
His hand wrapped around the base of the snake, and milked out another drop of candy, scooping it up, and placing it on his tongue, “Grant…you’re in for a fucking treat tonight…”
The 6’5” giant, went back to his quarters, searching for his phone. He knew he threw it to the side, but for some reason couldn’t find it within the cal king bed. His hands were sliding under the covers, and patting around; but they weren’t producing anything which resembled his phone.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, “Hey old man, can I— “ Javi walked in, and stopped short, not realizing that his father was in the buff, “oh fuck...shit…sorry, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“Hey, no, Jav - don’t worry about it.” His eyes were focused on the bed. His cock was still semi-hard, showcasing a good length to it, “I just woke up, and I’m looking for my phone, I can’t find it”
His eyes looked up, and noticed Javier leaning on the door frame texting. He was in a pair of white briefs that were straining to hold his own piece. His crossed legs pushed a prominent bulge further to the front. Bastian’s eyebrows raised with silent impress. He was an exact replica of him; massively tall, covered in dense black hair, defined pecs, gold necklace, bulging biceps, and defined abs. Without missing a beat in his texting, a hand came down and scratched. Bastian had to admit, even he felt inadequate to the bulge staring at him. Still though, it brought Bastian a huge sense of pride. He produced this.
“Okay, well…can I borrow your keys?” Javi’s eyes didn’t leave his phone , “I’m gonna hang out with some friends tonight, I won’t be back in until tomorrow.”
Bastian’s smiled to himself. It was as if the stars were aligned before him, and wanting this plan to come to fruition.
“Yeah, go ahead. Can you do me a favor though?” Javier looked up from his phone, quickly scanned down, then up. It was always just him and his dad, so he was used to the frat bro nudity. Sometimes though, he would mentally compare their pipes, Javi’s always was bigger. His dad stood in all glory with both hands on his hips, “D’ya mind calling my phone?”
“Sure thing old man“ Javier walked away, while a buzzing sound came from under the bed, prompting Bastian to fall to his knees on the ground. He grabbed his phone, and began texting right away.
*TO CCKSLT*
(12:14PM) I’ve gotta step out and fix my transmission.
(12:16PM) Idk when I’ll be back.
He stood up, walked across the hallway into his soon-to-be stepson’s room, and sat on his bed. He closed his eyes, and imagined Grant sitting on his member. His fist began to pound his cock furiously in excitement, a loud clapping sound of his balls echoed into the hallway.
Bastian’s body quickly gave into the moment of passion. He flipped over and began roughly thrusting his pelvis into Grant’s mattress. Javier’s head sat at the landing of the stairs. Like a deer in headlights, he could see the unwarranted performance unfolding before him down the hall. He felt his face get hot, his stomach churned. He quickly turned, and made his way down the stairs out of the house.
***
The drive over to my house was nice. Clarke and I reminisced about when we were younger, and how he always had to defend me whenever Joe would pick on me.
“Ahhh, Joe’s always been so mean to me,” I was looking out the window, “He’s never really liked me…has he?”
“Ohhh, Joe’s just joking…” he turned onto my street, “he and I have always thought of you as the little brother we never had.”
He slowed down, then turned into my driveway, I looked over at him, “he’s gotta play bad cop…and I have to play good cop” he turned to me, and flashed me a smile, “I gotta protect you from him, it’s the unspoken deal we have.”
The day I was in the car with Bastian, flashed in my head. My stomach dropped, “you know…you guys don’t have to protect me.” My eyes traveled down to his stomach, and then to the bulge that was resting between his legs, “I can protect myself, I’m an adult.”
“Grant…you’re 19…you’re hardly an adult,” he turned the radio down, “Plus, you’re tiny…men look at you, and want to take advantage of your size.”
I put my face down, “ehh I don’t know Clarke, I’m 19…” I continued, “there’s only one guy who I’ve actually done stuff with, and he wants to go further, but I’m just like…”
“So, wait, you’re seeing someone?” his hands rested down onto his crotch, “…how long has this been going on?”
“Well I mean…we’re not exclusive…we’ve just done stuff…” I looked at him, my eyes burrowed into the side of his pec, “I just…I don’t know…I like when we do stuff, but he’s tried to push for more…but I’m confused.”
“Grant…” he stopped, leaned back and slid forward in his seat, the material from his shorts tightened on his thighs, “…a lot of guys, even I, would try—.”
“Wait…” my ear perked up, “…what did you…”
“Nothing.” He looked down, his demeanor completely changed, “aren’t you supposed to be grabbing some clothes?”
“But I heard you…” I turned my body to him, and put my hand on his bicep.
His eyes looked down at his arm, he went to remove my tiny hand, thus revealing a hidden bulge running along is inner thigh, “You didn’t hear shit…now hurry up and grab your shit.”
“But…are you…” my eyes shifting back and forth between him, and the resting bulge, I placed my hands on his knee, “I could have sworn…”
“Drop it. Go inside. Now.” He became visibly annoyed, “grab your shit, and let’s go.” He pushed my hands off, leaned over then, opened the door.
I felt the sting of his dismissal, my body was hanging halfway out of the door, “okay…ummm…so I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
“Cool.” He had his head turned away, “I’ll be here.”
He absolutely did say something, I know I didn’t make this up. He’s always been nice to me, and always did protect me. Why was he acting this way?Did I do something to him?
I found myself at my front door, I turned around to find Clarke was watching me. His eyes were hooded, and piercing through me. I waved, and the gesture was not returned.
This wasn’t normally like him, why was he acting this way? He was always cool, and nice to me, he’s acting like Joe. I made my way into the house, up stairs and towards my bedroom.
“I’m glad I can actually walk in to my home…” my feet continued at a normal pace, and stopped in front of my closed door “…I missed my bed so much…”
I pushed the door open, and my eyes were immediately pulled to my bed. There were clothes laid out; a small pink shirt, cut off shorts, and a pink collar? An envelope with my name on it rested next to the articles.
“Is this…some sick….joke??” My hands opened the envelope, and I began to read, ‘Grant, hope you enjoy the clothes, look out your left window. B-“
My heart stopped, I felt a lump form in my throat. My head turned to the window, my feet carried me across the floor to my destination. I peered down to the pool to see five men, conversing with each other, all lacking clothes. I had been tricked.
“So, how do you like your outfit?” My shoulders dropped, and I turned to see Bastian standing in the doorway, he was wearing some tattered cotton shorts, they were barely hanging onto his hips. The flimsy fabric draped over his soft hanging cock, my mouth watered and my heartbeat increased.
“You know…I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” he started walking towards me, his flaccid cock danced gently in the shorts with each step, “…were you…avoiding me Grant?
“Bastian, what are you doing here?” I panicked, “I thought you were out, getting your car fixed…”
“Well…I got a ride from a friend…” he smiled devilishly, then stepped towards me, and I stepped back, “now…answer the question…” He took another step, I mirrored his.
I felt the wall on my back, I was pushed into a corner. I was trapped…I looked up at my captor. My cock was painfully hard, I was excited, I was confused. “What? No…I wasn’t avoiding you…” my eyes traveled downward to the resting beast in front of me, it wanted me to grab it, “I would never do that.”
Bastian put his arm on the wall, shifting his weight to another foot, the bulged swayed with movement.
“Are you sure….” His eyes looked down on me, “…it kind of felt like you were….”
“Yes, I’m sure Bastian,” my eyes followed up his torso to his nipples that stuck out from the forest of black hair.
“So…who’s the guy you drove in with?” He kneeled down to eye level, his cock slipped out from the shorts
“Who?” I hesitated, “What are you talking about?”
“The guy that’s sitting in my driveway, eye fucking my toys tight ass, that’s who…” His energy became heavy
“He’s…he’s no one,” I looked to the left, “You don’t have to worry about him.”
“Oh? Really?” He sprang up, his cock swung at me, while his shorts covered it back up, “…he doesn’t look like ‘no one.’
“Please…Bastian…don’t.” I felt defeated
“Don’t what…?” He stepped in closer, he was inches away from me, his bulge was practically pushed on my face
“Just…don’t…” my eyes were locked on his torso, I could see the growth pattern of his hair, traveling through the crevices of his lean abs, “please….”
“What?” He stepped back, made his way to the door, “If he’s no one then you don’t mind me talking to—”
“NO!!!” I screamed out and fell to my knees, “Please…don’t involve him…”
“Involve him??” He turned around, made 3 long strides, and kneeled down next to me, his cock hung freely again, “What are you saying? I’m just gonna you know…go introduce myself…”
I looked up to see him smiling. Within seconds he grabbed me, both of his arms were wrapped around my torso. My arms were wrapped around his neck, while my legs tied around his waist. We passionately embraced, our lips were locked, and his tongue explored my mouth. We fell on my bed, he on top of me. I immediately could feel his rock hard member pushing against my clothed hole.
“Please…I just want you in me…” my limbs released him, and he repositioned his body, his cock was out of his shorts pointing directly at me, my hands wrapped around it and squeezed tightly. It was thicker than last time, and his balls were heavy, pre-cum dripped into my palm. My tongue lapped the sweet treat up.
He looked down at me and smiled, “I fucking missed the slut in you Grant,” He got off the bed, “but not now…”
“if you want this to continue…”His feet carried him to my bedroom door, turning him, his raging hard-on swung through the wind, “…get dressed…now.”
***
Fuckkkk this is getting good!!*Fiction / All characters within this story are 18+. Any resemblance between the characters in the work and real-life individuals is unintentional.*
Chapter 6:
Part 2:
*TO GBOYZ*
(9:00am) “Tonight. My place. Old times. Fun.” - B
*TO B-*
(9:05am) “B—my man!!” - M
(9:17am) “
(9:30am) “Duuude…it’s been forever.” - V
(9:35am) “I was beginning to think we’d never hang out again.” - C
(9:45am) “fina-fuckin-ly!!” - F
*TO GBOYZ*
(10:00am) - “member. “X” driveway.” - B
***
*TO KAT*
(10:15am) Hope you’re having a fun time in Europe!
(10:15am) Grant and I are doing great. He’s coming home tonight. We’re gonna have dinner tonight.
*TO SEBASTIAN*
(10:30am) It’s so been much fun - I miss you both! I’ll be coming home next week.
(10:32am) Awe! I’m so glad you’re both getting along
*TO KAT*
(11:00am) Oh? I’ll have a surprise for when you come home.
(11:05am) Idk, I’m thinking…beef, maybe pork?
(11:06am) Some type of protein…
Bastian had just woken from a dream, one that would helped him set his plan in motion. After finishing his text with Kat, Grant’s mom, he threw the phone to the side. He was horny…insatiably horny. He hadn’t jerked off since his night with Grant, and he wanted to continue his fun. Grant on the other hand, was avoiding him.
He threw the covers back to reveal his fur covered, lean body. His cock laid on his stomach throbbing from the dream. His hand wrapped itself around the base of his member, and squeezed tightly. It became engorged , and looked even thicker than it normally did. The feeling of his thick piece in his hand drove him insane, to which he then began to pound his meat wildly.
Some pre-cum flew out, hitting him directly in the eye. This brought him back to reality. Which made him realize that he couldn’t finish jerking off, he couldn’t waste the load that he had saved up for 3 weeks. He jumped out of the bed, his body made its way to the bathroom. There, his eyes analyzed his reflection. His beard had grown in, and his hair wild. This wasn’t his normal put together image.
He noticed a bit of pre-cum hanging on his chest hair, his finger caught it just before it fell to an untimely waste. The digit brought the nectar to his mouth, while his tongue savored the flavor of his own seed. Reminding himself of how his soon to be step son wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock.
His hand wrapped around the base of the snake, and milked out another drop of candy, scooping it up, and placing it on his tongue, “Grant…you’re in for a fucking treat tonight…”
The 6’5” giant, went back to his quarters, searching for his phone. He knew he threw it to the side, but for some reason couldn’t find it within the cal king bed. His hands were sliding under the covers, and patting around; but they weren’t producing anything which resembled his phone.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, “Hey old man, can I— “ Javi walked in, and stopped short, not realizing that his father was in the buff, “oh fuck...shit…sorry, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“Hey, no, Jav - don’t worry about it.” His eyes were focused on the bed. His cock was still semi-hard, showcasing a good length to it, “I just woke up, and I’m looking for my phone, I can’t find it”
His eyes looked up, and noticed Javier leaning on the door frame texting. He was in a pair of white briefs that were straining to hold his own piece. His crossed legs pushed a prominent bulge further to the front. Bastian’s eyebrows raised with silent impress. He was an exact replica of him; massively tall, covered in dense black hair, defined pecs, gold necklace, bulging biceps, and defined abs. Without missing a beat in his texting, a hand came down and scratched. Bastian had to admit, even he felt inadequate to the bulge staring at him. Still though, it brought Bastian a huge sense of pride. He produced this.
“Okay, well…can I borrow your keys?” Javi’s eyes didn’t leave his phone , “I’m gonna hang out with some friends tonight, I won’t be back in until tomorrow.”
Bastian’s smiled to himself. It was as if the stars were aligned before him, and wanting this plan to come to fruition.
“Yeah, go ahead. Can you do me a favor though?” Javier looked up from his phone, quickly scanned down, then up. It was always just him and his dad, so he was used to the frat bro nudity. Sometimes though, he would mentally compare their pipes, Javi’s always was bigger. His dad stood in all glory with both hands on his hips, “D’ya mind calling my phone?”
“Sure thing old man“ Javier walked away, while a buzzing sound came from under the bed, prompting Bastian to fall to his knees on the ground. He grabbed his phone, and began texting right away.
*TO CCKSLT*
(12:14PM) I’ve gotta step out and fix my transmission.
(12:16PM) Idk when I’ll be back.
He stood up, walked across the hallway into his soon-to-be stepson’s room, and sat on his bed. He closed his eyes, and imagined Grant sitting on his member. His fist began to pound his cock furiously in excitement, a loud clapping sound of his balls echoed into the hallway.
Bastian’s body quickly gave into the moment of passion. He flipped over and began roughly thrusting his pelvis into Grant’s mattress. Javier’s head sat at the landing of the stairs. Like a deer in headlights, he could see the unwarranted performance unfolding before him down the hall. He felt his face get hot, his stomach churned. He quickly turned, and made his way down the stairs out of the house.
***
The drive over to my house was nice. Clarke and I reminisced about when we were younger, and how he always had to defend me whenever Joe would pick on me.
“Ahhh, Joe’s always been so mean to me,” I was looking out the window, “He’s never really liked me…has he?”
“Ohhh, Joe’s just joking…” he turned onto my street, “he and I have always thought of you as the little brother we never had.”
He slowed down, then turned into my driveway, I looked over at him, “he’s gotta play bad cop…and I have to play good cop” he turned to me, and flashed me a smile, “I gotta protect you from him, it’s the unspoken deal we have.”
The day I was in the car with Bastian, flashed in my head. My stomach dropped, “you know…you guys don’t have to protect me.” My eyes traveled down to his stomach, and then to the bulge that was resting between his legs, “I can protect myself, I’m an adult.”
“Grant…you’re 19…you’re hardly an adult,” he turned the radio down, “Plus, you’re tiny…men look at you, and want to take advantage of your size.”
I put my face down, “ehh I don’t know Clarke, I’m 19…” I continued, “there’s only one guy who I’ve actually done stuff with, and he wants to go further, but I’m just like…”
“So, wait, you’re seeing someone?” his hands rested down onto his crotch, “…how long has this been going on?”
“Well I mean…we’re not exclusive…we’ve just done stuff…” I looked at him, my eyes burrowed into the side of his pec, “I just…I don’t know…I like when we do stuff, but he’s tried to push for more…but I’m confused.”
“Grant…” he stopped, leaned back and slid forward in his seat, the material from his shorts tightened on his thighs, “…a lot of guys, even I, would try—.”
“Wait…” my ear perked up, “…what did you…”
“Nothing.” He looked down, his demeanor completely changed, “aren’t you supposed to be grabbing some clothes?”
“But I heard you…” I turned my body to him, and put my hand on his bicep.
His eyes looked down at his arm, he went to remove my tiny hand, thus revealing a hidden bulge running along is inner thigh, “You didn’t hear shit…now hurry up and grab your shit.”
“But…are you…” my eyes shifting back and forth between him, and the resting bulge, I placed my hands on his knee, “I could have sworn…”
“Drop it. Go inside. Now.” He became visibly annoyed, “grab your shit, and let’s go.” He pushed my hands off, leaned over then, opened the door.
I felt the sting of his dismissal, my body was hanging halfway out of the door, “okay…ummm…so I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
“Cool.” He had his head turned away, “I’ll be here.”
He absolutely did say something, I know I didn’t make this up. He’s always been nice to me, and always did protect me. Why was he acting this way?Did I do something to him?
I found myself at my front door, I turned around to find Clarke was watching me. His eyes were hooded, and piercing through me. I waved, and the gesture was not returned.
This wasn’t normally like him, why was he acting this way? He was always cool, and nice to me, he’s acting like Joe. I made my way into the house, up stairs and towards my bedroom.
“I’m glad I can actually walk in to my home…” my feet continued at a normal pace, and stopped in front of my closed door “…I missed my bed so much…”
I pushed the door open, and my eyes were immediately pulled to my bed. There were clothes laid out; a small pink shirt, cut off shorts, and a pink collar? An envelope with my name on it rested next to the articles.
“Is this…some sick….joke??” My hands opened the envelope, and I began to read, ‘Grant, hope you enjoy the clothes, look out your left window. B-“
My heart stopped, I felt a lump form in my throat. My head turned to the window, my feet carried me across the floor to my destination. I peered down to the pool to see five men, conversing with each other, all lacking clothes. I had been tricked.
“So, how do you like your outfit?” My shoulders dropped, and I turned to see Bastian standing in the doorway, he was wearing some tattered cotton shorts, they were barely hanging onto his hips. The flimsy fabric draped over his soft hanging cock, my mouth watered and my heartbeat increased.
“You know…I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” he started walking towards me, his flaccid cock danced gently in the shorts with each step, “…were you…avoiding me Grant?
“Bastian, what are you doing here?” I panicked, “I thought you were out, getting your car fixed…”
“Well…I got a ride from a friend…” he smiled devilishly, then stepped towards me, and I stepped back, “now…answer the question…” He took another step, I mirrored his.
I felt the wall on my back, I was pushed into a corner. I was trapped…I looked up at my captor. My cock was painfully hard, I was excited, I was confused. “What? No…I wasn’t avoiding you…” my eyes traveled downward to the resting beast in front of me, it wanted me to grab it, “I would never do that.”
Bastian put his arm on the wall, shifting his weight to another foot, the bulged swayed with movement.
“Are you sure….” His eyes looked down on me, “…it kind of felt like you were….”
“Yes, I’m sure Bastian,” my eyes followed up his torso to his nipples that stuck out from the forest of black hair.
“So…who’s the guy you drove in with?” He kneeled down to eye level, his cock slipped out from the shorts
“Who?” I hesitated, “What are you talking about?”
“The guy that’s sitting in my driveway, eye fucking my toys tight ass, that’s who…” His energy became heavy
“He’s…he’s no one,” I looked to the left, “You don’t have to worry about him.”
“Oh? Really?” He sprang up, his cock swung at me, while his shorts covered it back up, “…he doesn’t look like ‘no one.’
“Please…Bastian…don’t.” I felt defeated
“Don’t what…?” He stepped in closer, he was inches away from me, his bulge was practically pushed on my face
“Just…don’t…” my eyes were locked on his torso, I could see the growth pattern of his hair, traveling through the crevices of his lean abs, “please….”
“What?” He stepped back, made his way to the door, “If he’s no one then you don’t mind me talking to—”
“NO!!!” I screamed out and fell to my knees, “Please…don’t involve him…”
“Involve him??” He turned around, made 3 long strides, and kneeled down next to me, his cock hung freely again, “What are you saying? I’m just gonna you know…go introduce myself…”
I looked up to see him smiling. Within seconds he grabbed me, both of his arms were wrapped around my torso. My arms were wrapped around his neck, while my legs tied around his waist. We passionately embraced, our lips were locked, and his tongue explored my mouth. We fell on my bed, he on top of me. I immediately could feel his rock hard member pushing against my clothed hole.
“Please…I just want you in me…” my limbs released him, and he repositioned his body, his cock was out of his shorts pointing directly at me, my hands wrapped around it and squeezed tightly. It was thicker than last time, and his balls were heavy, pre-cum dripped into my palm. My tongue lapped the sweet treat up.
He looked down at me and smiled, “I fucking missed the slut in you Grant,” He got off the bed, “but not now…”
“if you want this to continue…”His feet carried him to my bedroom door, turning him, his raging hard-on swung through the wind, “…get dressed…now.”
***
Girlllllll - Grant really is a slut. Have some self control. He's gonna try and fuck Clarke now too?? And then fuck his step brother after already fucking with his dad? I'm jealous.*Fiction / All characters within this story are 18+. Any resemblance between the characters in the work and real-life individuals is unintentional.*
Chapter 6:
Part 2:
*TO GBOYZ*
(9:00am) “Tonight. My place. Old times. Fun.” - B
*TO B-*
(9:05am) “B—my man!!” - M
(9:17am) “
(9:30am) “Duuude…it’s been forever.” - V
(9:35am) “I was beginning to think we’d never hang out again.” - C
(9:45am) “fina-fuckin-ly!!” - F
*TO GBOYZ*
(10:00am) - “member. “X” driveway.” - B
***
*TO KAT*
(10:15am) Hope you’re having a fun time in Europe!
(10:15am) Grant and I are doing great. He’s coming home tonight. We’re gonna have dinner tonight.
*TO SEBASTIAN*
(10:30am) It’s so been much fun - I miss you both! I’ll be coming home next week.
(10:32am) Awe! I’m so glad you’re both getting along
*TO KAT*
(11:00am) Oh? I’ll have a surprise for when you come home.
(11:05am) Idk, I’m thinking…beef, maybe pork?
(11:06am) Some type of protein…
Bastian had just woken from a dream, one that would helped him set his plan in motion. After finishing his text with Kat, Grant’s mom, he threw the phone to the side. He was horny…insatiably horny. He hadn’t jerked off since his night with Grant, and he wanted to continue his fun. Grant on the other hand, was avoiding him.
He threw the covers back to reveal his fur covered, lean body. His cock laid on his stomach throbbing from the dream. His hand wrapped itself around the base of his member, and squeezed tightly. It became engorged , and looked even thicker than it normally did. The feeling of his thick piece in his hand drove him insane, to which he then began to pound his meat wildly.
Some pre-cum flew out, hitting him directly in the eye. This brought him back to reality. Which made him realize that he couldn’t finish jerking off, he couldn’t waste the load that he had saved up for 3 weeks. He jumped out of the bed, his body made its way to the bathroom. There, his eyes analyzed his reflection. His beard had grown in, and his hair wild. This wasn’t his normal put together image.
He noticed a bit of pre-cum hanging on his chest hair, his finger caught it just before it fell to an untimely waste. The digit brought the nectar to his mouth, while his tongue savored the flavor of his own seed. Reminding himself of how his soon to be step son wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock.
His hand wrapped around the base of the snake, and milked out another drop of candy, scooping it up, and placing it on his tongue, “Grant…you’re in for a fucking treat tonight…”
The 6’5” giant, went back to his quarters, searching for his phone. He knew he threw it to the side, but for some reason couldn’t find it within the cal king bed. His hands were sliding under the covers, and patting around; but they weren’t producing anything which resembled his phone.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, “Hey old man, can I— “ Javi walked in, and stopped short, not realizing that his father was in the buff, “oh fuck...shit…sorry, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“Hey, no, Jav - don’t worry about it.” His eyes were focused on the bed. His cock was still semi-hard, showcasing a good length to it, “I just woke up, and I’m looking for my phone, I can’t find it”
His eyes looked up, and noticed Javier leaning on the door frame texting. He was in a pair of white briefs that were straining to hold his own piece. His crossed legs pushed a prominent bulge further to the front. Bastian’s eyebrows raised with silent impress. He was an exact replica of him; massively tall, covered in dense black hair, defined pecs, gold necklace, bulging biceps, and defined abs. Without missing a beat in his texting, a hand came down and scratched. Bastian had to admit, even he felt inadequate to the bulge staring at him. Still though, it brought Bastian a huge sense of pride. He produced this.
“Okay, well…can I borrow your keys?” Javi’s eyes didn’t leave his phone , “I’m gonna hang out with some friends tonight, I won’t be back in until tomorrow.”
Bastian’s smiled to himself. It was as if the stars were aligned before him, and wanting this plan to come to fruition.
“Yeah, go ahead. Can you do me a favor though?” Javier looked up from his phone, quickly scanned down, then up. It was always just him and his dad, so he was used to the frat bro nudity. Sometimes though, he would mentally compare their pipes, Javi’s always was bigger. His dad stood in all glory with both hands on his hips, “D’ya mind calling my phone?”
“Sure thing old man“ Javier walked away, while a buzzing sound came from under the bed, prompting Bastian to fall to his knees on the ground. He grabbed his phone, and began texting right away.
*TO CCKSLT*
(12:14PM) I’ve gotta step out and fix my transmission.
(12:16PM) Idk when I’ll be back.
He stood up, walked across the hallway into his soon-to-be stepson’s room, and sat on his bed. He closed his eyes, and imagined Grant sitting on his member. His fist began to pound his cock furiously in excitement, a loud clapping sound of his balls echoed into the hallway.
Bastian’s body quickly gave into the moment of passion. He flipped over and began roughly thrusting his pelvis into Grant’s mattress. Javier’s head sat at the landing of the stairs. Like a deer in headlights, he could see the unwarranted performance unfolding before him down the hall. He felt his face get hot, his stomach churned. He quickly turned, and made his way down the stairs out of the house.
***
The drive over to my house was nice. Clarke and I reminisced about when we were younger, and how he always had to defend me whenever Joe would pick on me.
“Ahhh, Joe’s always been so mean to me,” I was looking out the window, “He’s never really liked me…has he?”
“Ohhh, Joe’s just joking…” he turned onto my street, “he and I have always thought of you as the little brother we never had.”
He slowed down, then turned into my driveway, I looked over at him, “he’s gotta play bad cop…and I have to play good cop” he turned to me, and flashed me a smile, “I gotta protect you from him, it’s the unspoken deal we have.”
The day I was in the car with Bastian, flashed in my head. My stomach dropped, “you know…you guys don’t have to protect me.” My eyes traveled down to his stomach, and then to the bulge that was resting between his legs, “I can protect myself, I’m an adult.”
“Grant…you’re 19…you’re hardly an adult,” he turned the radio down, “Plus, you’re tiny…men look at you, and want to take advantage of your size.”
I put my face down, “ehh I don’t know Clarke, I’m 19…” I continued, “there’s only one guy who I’ve actually done stuff with, and he wants to go further, but I’m just like…”
“So, wait, you’re seeing someone?” his hands rested down onto his crotch, “…how long has this been going on?”
“Well I mean…we’re not exclusive…we’ve just done stuff…” I looked at him, my eyes burrowed into the side of his pec, “I just…I don’t know…I like when we do stuff, but he’s tried to push for more…but I’m confused.”
“Grant…” he stopped, leaned back and slid forward in his seat, the material from his shorts tightened on his thighs, “…a lot of guys, even I, would try—.”
“Wait…” my ear perked up, “…what did you…”
“Nothing.” He looked down, his demeanor completely changed, “aren’t you supposed to be grabbing some clothes?”
“But I heard you…” I turned my body to him, and put my hand on his bicep.
His eyes looked down at his arm, he went to remove my tiny hand, thus revealing a hidden bulge running along is inner thigh, “You didn’t hear shit…now hurry up and grab your shit.”
“But…are you…” my eyes shifting back and forth between him, and the resting bulge, I placed my hands on his knee, “I could have sworn…”
“Drop it. Go inside. Now.” He became visibly annoyed, “grab your shit, and let’s go.” He pushed my hands off, leaned over then, opened the door.
I felt the sting of his dismissal, my body was hanging halfway out of the door, “okay…ummm…so I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
“Cool.” He had his head turned away, “I’ll be here.”
He absolutely did say something, I know I didn’t make this up. He’s always been nice to me, and always did protect me. Why was he acting this way?Did I do something to him?
I found myself at my front door, I turned around to find Clarke was watching me. His eyes were hooded, and piercing through me. I waved, and the gesture was not returned.
This wasn’t normally like him, why was he acting this way? He was always cool, and nice to me, he’s acting like Joe. I made my way into the house, up stairs and towards my bedroom.
“I’m glad I can actually walk in to my home…” my feet continued at a normal pace, and stopped in front of my closed door “…I missed my bed so much…”
I pushed the door open, and my eyes were immediately pulled to my bed. There were clothes laid out; a small pink shirt, cut off shorts, and a pink collar? An envelope with my name on it rested next to the articles.
“Is this…some sick….joke??” My hands opened the envelope, and I began to read, ‘Grant, hope you enjoy the clothes, look out your left window. B-“
My heart stopped, I felt a lump form in my throat. My head turned to the window, my feet carried me across the floor to my destination. I peered down to the pool to see five men, conversing with each other, all lacking clothes. I had been tricked.
“So, how do you like your outfit?” My shoulders dropped, and I turned to see Bastian standing in the doorway, he was wearing some tattered cotton shorts, they were barely hanging onto his hips. The flimsy fabric draped over his soft hanging cock, my mouth watered and my heartbeat increased.
“You know…I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” he started walking towards me, his flaccid cock danced gently in the shorts with each step, “…were you…avoiding me Grant?
“Bastian, what are you doing here?” I panicked, “I thought you were out, getting your car fixed…”
“Well…I got a ride from a friend…” he smiled devilishly, then stepped towards me, and I stepped back, “now…answer the question…” He took another step, I mirrored his.
I felt the wall on my back, I was pushed into a corner. I was trapped…I looked up at my captor. My cock was painfully hard, I was excited, I was confused. “What? No…I wasn’t avoiding you…” my eyes traveled downward to the resting beast in front of me, it wanted me to grab it, “I would never do that.”
Bastian put his arm on the wall, shifting his weight to another foot, the bulged swayed with movement.
“Are you sure….” His eyes looked down on me, “…it kind of felt like you were….”
“Yes, I’m sure Bastian,” my eyes followed up his torso to his nipples that stuck out from the forest of black hair.
“So…who’s the guy you drove in with?” He kneeled down to eye level, his cock slipped out from the shorts
“Who?” I hesitated, “What are you talking about?”
“The guy that’s sitting in my driveway, eye fucking my toys tight ass, that’s who…” His energy became heavy
“He’s…he’s no one,” I looked to the left, “You don’t have to worry about him.”
“Oh? Really?” He sprang up, his cock swung at me, while his shorts covered it back up, “…he doesn’t look like ‘no one.’
“Please…Bastian…don’t.” I felt defeated
“Don’t what…?” He stepped in closer, he was inches away from me, his bulge was practically pushed on my face
“Just…don’t…” my eyes were locked on his torso, I could see the growth pattern of his hair, traveling through the crevices of his lean abs, “please….”
“What?” He stepped back, made his way to the door, “If he’s no one then you don’t mind me talking to—”
“NO!!!” I screamed out and fell to my knees, “Please…don’t involve him…”
“Involve him??” He turned around, made 3 long strides, and kneeled down next to me, his cock hung freely again, “What are you saying? I’m just gonna you know…go introduce myself…”
I looked up to see him smiling. Within seconds he grabbed me, both of his arms were wrapped around my torso. My arms were wrapped around his neck, while my legs tied around his waist. We passionately embraced, our lips were locked, and his tongue explored my mouth. We fell on my bed, he on top of me. I immediately could feel his rock hard member pushing against my clothed hole.
“Please…I just want you in me…” my limbs released him, and he repositioned his body, his cock was out of his shorts pointing directly at me, my hands wrapped around it and squeezed tightly. It was thicker than last time, and his balls were heavy, pre-cum dripped into my palm. My tongue lapped the sweet treat up.
He looked down at me and smiled, “I fucking missed the slut in you Grant,” He got off the bed, “but not now…”
“if you want this to continue…”His feet carried him to my bedroom door, turning him, his raging hard-on swung through the wind, “…get dressed…now.”
***
*Fiction / All characters within this story are 18+. Any resemblance between the characters in the work and real-life individuals is unintentional.*
Chapter 6:
Part 3:
Bastian stepped into a dark room, his hand slid against the wall and flipped a switch. A thin strip of light began to illuminate the room, which gradually turned into an opening to the twilight sky. Street light poured into the garage showcasing his figure. His cocksluts carriage sat in the driveway; its operator, sat mouth agape, eyes glued on him.
Sebastian glided towards the car. His cock bobbed, and swayed like a conductors wand. It directed the orchestrated eyes of his audience. Clarke followed the movement of the wand, taking a moment to close his mouth and swallow.
“What…the…fuck…” Clarke couldn’t break his eyes away, his thoughts were jumbled “…who…..its…he’s hard..why?…what???”
“Hey there!” Sebastian came to the drivers side, cock bouncing as he walked down the driveway “How are you tonight?”
“Uh…I’m…um…okay….?” Clarke couldn’t take his eyes off the tent that was pointing directly at him, “who…I’m…errr…uhm…you…..”
“The names Sebastian, I’m Grant’s step-well..…soon to be stepdad.” Bastian changed weight, pushing his cock to the left, “…wanted to personally come out, and say thank you for driving him over.”
“Yeah. Uhh. No probrmm…it’s uuuh—” Clarke looked down to see a bulge form in between his thighs, then mumbled “no problem at all.”
Bastian stepped closer, and rested his elbow on the top of sedan. His cock rested close the open window. Clarke managed to choke out some words, “so…uh…Sebastian…do you…how long…umm….how long is Grant gonna take?” He swallowed, his eyes clearly focused on the elephant in the room.
“Hmm? Oh, Grant? He’s gonna stay in tonight…he’s gonna have dinner tonight…” he looked down in the window, “you know…I didn’t ask your name…”
“It’s Clarke…” he spat out, “…well..uhh…you know…I guess I’ll just go home then..”
“What? Don’t be silly!” Bastian reached in, patted his hand on Clarke’s thigh, his fingertips repeatedly grazed the growing bulge. His hand rested on the mound, Clarke’s mind was focused on the energized contact taking place. Bastian smiled, removed his hand, and went to take the keys out of the ignition, “…you know what…you should join us for dinner tonight…I think you’re gonna really enjoy it.”
“Are you sure…ummm I don’t want to…” Clarke began to protest, “My family is—“
“No, no, don’t be silly. I insist.” Bastian leaned his face in, looked Clarke in the eye, the cheery demeanor vanished, “Look here Clarke…it was Clarke right? Don’t think I didn’t see you eye fucking my cock sleeve.”
“WHAT?!?” Clarke was shocked, realizing this was the guy Grant was talking about, “I-I-I—wasn’t…I wouldn’t…Gran….he’s…my fr…”
“Yeah, sure you weren’t, look….” He opened the car door, and displayed an open hand, prompting Clarke to get out, they stood at the same height, Bastian glanced down quickly, smirked, and continued his initial thought, “I’ll cut you a deal…I know you wanna fuck my cock sleeve, so…I’ll let you…on one condition.”
Sebastian stepped in closer, forcing their bulges to make contact. Clarke’s sculpted torso reacted by tensing up, “…but you have to join my club….and the only rule is…once you’re in…” a propositioning hand ran up the washboard abs, and began to knead the soft muscle tit, “….you can’t leave…Understand?”
Clarke leaned back on the car, and began to bite his lip. He quickly nodded in agreement. Bastian put his arm around his new friend, “Goooood…welcome to the club…let’s go introduce you to the entertainment…”
They closed the car door, and walked silently into the house. Bastian looked back closed the garage door, and grinned menacingly.
Clarke had no idea what he was doing, but his cock lead the way to the pool area. He knew something was going on back there, he knew whatever it was, he was gonna enjoy it. He stepped out through the back door and was greeted by a group of men staring, eye fucking, and eating him.
They all were naked, and all had different shapes and sizes to them. One was clearly a body builder, another was on the shorter side, thin, and had one of the fattest asses he had ever seen.
“Hey boys…” Bastian announced from behind, the tall marble statue, “…I wanted to introduce our newest member!!”
Bastian placed a hand on Clarke’s meaty back, “Boys. Clarke,” he pointed back to them, “Clarke, these are my old boys…from my frat days.” Bastian’s hand slid down Clarke’s back into his basket ball shorts, and pushed on his hairy hole. Clarke jolted to life, then jumped to the side. Bastian’s friends began to cackle with laughter.
“Chill out dude, we’re all friends here!!” Bastian pulled Clarke in, looked down, pulled the waistband open, peaked in, and opened his eyes, “well I’ll be damned…not that long…but holy fuck…I think I'm gonna call you BeerCan from now on..”
Clarke turned bright red, the guys came over, and crowded around. He felt overwhelmed, his head began to spin. “Since you’re the newest member, you should give us some of your stats,” Bastian stepped back and made his way in, “like, how tall you are, your favorite position, how big that piece of meat is you got down there….”
Clarke looked back, and then turned around, all eyes were on him, “ahem…I’m…ahem…Clarke.”
His heart was beating, this was new to him, and he didn’t know how to act, “I’m 6’5”, my favorite…my favorite position is..uhhh…missionary…”
“Your cock size…” the small one with the fat ass jumped in, “we want to know what B just witnessed.”
“Oh umm…well…uhh,” Clarke’s eyes looked down, he began to fidget, “I don’t know…I never measured it…”
Quickly the short guy ran up, “well…my name’s J…I’m 5’4”…and I love wrapping my lips around thick cocks.” He got on his knees in one swoop, and pulled Clarke’s basketball shorts down. Clarke’s cock flew up and his balls swung freely. J grabbed the base of this white beast, then brought his arm up to it. The girth made his arm look even skinnier.
“Holy fuck!!!!! OH SHIT!!! That’s fucking THICK DUDE!!! Wtf!?!” All the guys yelled out, and crowded closer to Clarke. All grabbing at his piece, and trying to wrap their fingers around it. If it wasn’t that, his lemon sized balls were being massaged; and if it wasn’t that, other various body parts were getting attention. Clarke wasn’t used to this type of attention, but he was loving it.
***
Bastian had just left, and I was left here contemplating again how I found myself in this situation.
I stared at my reflection in pure disgust, “you fucking slut…” I looked out the window to the pool. The 5 men were grabbing each other’s cock. I felt my pecker getting hard, I looked back to my reflection, shifted weight and it popped out from under the short. “Ugh…fuck…” I tucked it back in, and turned around.
The pink cropped top hung off my shoulder, and left my torso bare to the world. The cut offs, were…too short. My ass was hanging out underneath, and I couldn’t walk without my junk falling out. This outfit was not made for every day wear.
My eyes looked over to the bed to see, the pink collar staring at me…”do I have to wear it?” My body reacted, and I felt myself move to the side. My hands found it, unbuckled it, and held it around my neck. “I mean…it’s…”
“So fucking sexy…” Bastian stood in the door way, biting his lip, “You know you’re my little cock slut right?” He walked over and stood behind me, his hands were on my shoulders, I could feel the pressure of his cock pushing on my upper back.
“Bastian….i don’t think…” I hesitated, “I don’t think this is a good idea…”
His hands fastened the collar, and then slid down around me, his face found my neck. I melted.
“Sure it is baby…” he tightened his grip around my waist, “they’re all here to see you…they all want you…”
“But…Bas—“ his hand found its way into my pants, he started to rub my puckering hole, “oh…fuuuughck…me…”
“Oh don’t worry…he will” he let me go, “now hurry up…he’s waiting for you.”
I refocused back to my reflection, “so…this is what has become of you…” a disapproving look came across my face, “and now…you’re gonna ruin someone else’s life…”
My feet made their way towards my door, “this is what you wanted…fucking slut…”
**
“OH FUCK!!!” A voice moaned out, and made its way into Bastian’s ears. He smiled, the fun had begun, “IT’S SO THICK!!! AH. AH.AH.AH. FUCK, MY HOLE!!!”
Following the voices, and commotion, Bastian arrived to a scene of splendor. His dick immediately became hard at the sight of the orgy that was taking place.
His eyes fell upon the newest member Clarke. He was pounding away at J like a rabbit, to the point his muscles were bulging, and sweat was dripping from his face.
“FUCK..TAKE IT…FUCKING TAKE IT…” Clarke was roughly fucking the bubble ass wrapped around his beer can cock, he wasn’t getting any pleasure. He kept mindlessly pounding away, grunting, his massive hand came up and swiftly came down onto the bubble butt.
“FUCK, FUCK. FUCK YEAH!!” He personally was getting bored, J's hole wasn't tight enough, he clearly had experience, he wanted tighter...he wanted...rougher...What he wanted was Grant…he wanted to hear him scream in pleasure…
Bastian interrupted the fuck session, “Alright, alright, alright!!” His hands came together, “sorry to break it up, but I have someone I want to introduce you all to…”
Clarke broke concentration from J, who had needed a break from initial penetration, and hopped up. His dick was red with blood, tingling, throbbing, and wanting another playmate. He stayed behind the other men.
“Drum roll please!!!!!” Bastian stepped aside, and out from the sliding door Grant appeared, Clarke’s heart started to beat in time with his throbbing cock. Bastian looked over smiled, then continued, “Introducing, my cocksleeve, my soon-to-be stepson, my little cock slut….Grant!!!”
***
“Introducing, my cocksleeve, my soon-to-be stepson, my little cock slut….Grant!!!” Bastian yelled to the guys,
“Wait!! What??” I turned in shock, “Soon-to-be???!!!” Bastian leered at me, flashed his teeth, and winked.
All I could hear were men oo-ing and ahh-ing, some started jerking off immediately. I was embarrassed, and I couldn’t even look up. There was a loud ringing in my ears that drowned out the sounds of music and chatter. Bastian nudged me and motioned to the group.
My eyes followed the imaginary line, the widened in realization. Clarke, my best friend’s brother; another 6’5” giant, stood among the group of men…He had the same look in his eyes in the car. He looked animalistic; his chest viciously red, I could hear him breathing heavily from just doing cardio, and his muscles were bulging completely with veins. My eyes traced down, and then locked on the can of meat; with each breath his cock bounced. His balls hung down halfway to his thigh, and looked full. He stepped forward and his entire package shifted.
“Grant…I would like for you to meet the newest member…” I looked up, disappointed, upset that he did the one thing I didn’t want him to do, “Oh? I think….I think you two may know each other…”
Bastian motioned for my childhood savior, “Clarke be a dear, and come personally meet my present for you as the newest member…”
He took a few giant strides, his thick member bouncing and balls jiggled with each step. There he was; my protector, my best friend’s brother, standing and looking down at me. My eyes were didn’t know where to look, between his glass cutting nipples, muscle definition, blue veins, and of course his cock…
Bastian stepped back, making sure to give us room in the stand off, “you’ve met Grant right?"
Clarke had clearly given into the cock lust “Yeah…I met him…”
In this moment it was just us, everything else had gone silent. I broke eye contact,
“I’m sorry…for getting you involved…”
“Grant…don't say sorry, I didn't realize how long I've actually wanted this…” my childhood friend continued, “now…I get to have my way…” and like that he left our past relationship at the door.
I could smell the sweat on him, his pheromones that oozed off, overpowered me. My body reacted, and I found myself on my knees looking up at the pink beast in front of me. My tiny hands, cupped his lemon sized balls, gently massaging them. I softly kissed them, they moved around with every planted kiss.
Clarke’s hand found its way behind my head then pulled my face into his crotch. His cock rested on my forehead, while his balls rested under my chin. The male scent was intoxicating, and I inhaled deeply. My hand reached up and attempted to wrap around the base of his member. My heart raced as I saw that my hand could only wrap around 3/4’s of his cock.
I looked up to see Clarke’s face was pointed to the sky, he was in ecstasy it seemed. My tongue found its way, and began to lick the hefty cock. Clarke’s breathing had intensified, the sounds and murmurs of the other men entered my ears. My mouth opened, while he held his cock and pushed it in. My lips painfully stretched around it, as he forced his member deeper into my willing mouth. I was halfway down on his cock, and it wouldn’t go any further. Our eyes connected, and that’s when I noticed the humanity in his eyes left. His hands encased my head as he slowly forced his cock in more.
My head was in his vice grip. I tried to pull away, but he was clearly stronger. I couldn’t breathe, and began to panic. Clarke’s lips produced a smile, and my body began to flail. Tears poured from my eyes, my gag reflex was in high form, saliva had started to pour out of my nose. My lungs felt like paper on fire, I was losing consciousness. I looked up to see that he had the same look on his face from the car, but this time, darker.
Bastian stepped in laughing hysterically, “Okay, okay, Beer Can, you can’t kill him…we need him!” He broke up the tender moment between the two of us. I pulled away from his cock gasping for air. My lungs felt the cool air of the night filling them.
I was on my hands and knees coughing wildly, wiping the tears, and trying to crawl away. However, Bastian had other plans, and started playing ringleader again. He called for body builder of the group, “Eddie…come here, and bring a towel.” Bastian hoisted me over his shoulder, ripped my shorts off, and slapped my ass. My little cock was finally free and oozing pre-cum onto his chest.
He directed the built man to the ground, and sat me on top of him. “Eddie…hold his legs back, and lock your hands behind his neck.” My hole was fully exposed, and free for the world to see, Bastian stood in front of me smiling, “Grant…get ready…” He pushed two fingers in and massaged a spot that I had never known was there, “OH FUCK!!! OW!! FUCK!!!!” I screamed
“BeerCan…get your ass over here,” Clarke stepped up to bat, his eyes lit up, and glued to my puckering hole. Bastian pulled his fingers out, spit on my hole, then looked up, “So…as the newest member…would you like to demolish his cherry?” My eyes opened in horror as this is what Bastian had planned for me…
In seconds, a smirk glided across Clarke’s face. He stepped up, and pushed Bastian away “Man…I thought you’d never fuckin ask…”
****
Chapter 6:
Part 3:
Bastian stepped into a dark room, his hand slid against the wall and flipped a switch. A thin strip of light began to illuminate the room, which gradually turned into an opening to the twilight sky. Street light poured into the garage showcasing his figure. His cocksluts carriage sat in the driveway; its operator, sat mouth agape, eyes glued on him.
Sebastian glided towards the car. His cock bobbed, and swayed like a conductors wand. It directed the orchestrated eyes of his audience. Clarke followed the movement of the wand, taking a moment to close his mouth and swallow.
“What…the…fuck…” Clarke couldn’t break his eyes away, his thoughts were jumbled “…who…..its…he’s hard..why?…what???”
“Hey there!” Sebastian came to the drivers side, cock bouncing as he walked down the driveway “How are you tonight?”
“Uh…I’m…um…okay….?” Clarke couldn’t take his eyes off the tent that was pointing directly at him, “who…I’m…errr…uhm…you…..”
“The names Sebastian, I’m Grant’s step-well..…soon to be stepdad.” Bastian changed weight, pushing his cock to the left, “…wanted to personally come out, and say thank you for driving him over.”
“Yeah. Uhh. No probrmm…it’s uuuh—” Clarke looked down to see a bulge form in between his thighs, then mumbled “no problem at all.”
Bastian stepped closer, and rested his elbow on the top of sedan. His cock rested close the open window. Clarke managed to choke out some words, “so…uh…Sebastian…do you…how long…umm….how long is Grant gonna take?” He swallowed, his eyes clearly focused on the elephant in the room.
“Hmm? Oh, Grant? He’s gonna stay in tonight…he’s gonna have dinner tonight…” he looked down in the window, “you know…I didn’t ask your name…”
“It’s Clarke…” he spat out, “…well..uhh…you know…I guess I’ll just go home then..”
“What? Don’t be silly!” Bastian reached in, patted his hand on Clarke’s thigh, his fingertips repeatedly grazed the growing bulge. His hand rested on the mound, Clarke’s mind was focused on the energized contact taking place. Bastian smiled, removed his hand, and went to take the keys out of the ignition, “…you know what…you should join us for dinner tonight…I think you’re gonna really enjoy it.”
“Are you sure…ummm I don’t want to…” Clarke began to protest, “My family is—“
“No, no, don’t be silly. I insist.” Bastian leaned his face in, looked Clarke in the eye, the cheery demeanor vanished, “Look here Clarke…it was Clarke right? Don’t think I didn’t see you eye fucking my cock sleeve.”
“WHAT?!?” Clarke was shocked, realizing this was the guy Grant was talking about, “I-I-I—wasn’t…I wouldn’t…Gran….he’s…my fr…”
“Yeah, sure you weren’t, look….” He opened the car door, and displayed an open hand, prompting Clarke to get out, they stood at the same height, Bastian glanced down quickly, smirked, and continued his initial thought, “I’ll cut you a deal…I know you wanna fuck my cock sleeve, so…I’ll let you…on one condition.”
Sebastian stepped in closer, forcing their bulges to make contact. Clarke’s sculpted torso reacted by tensing up, “…but you have to join my club….and the only rule is…once you’re in…” a propositioning hand ran up the washboard abs, and began to knead the soft muscle tit, “….you can’t leave…Understand?”
Clarke leaned back on the car, and began to bite his lip. He quickly nodded in agreement. Bastian put his arm around his new friend, “Goooood…welcome to the club…let’s go introduce you to the entertainment…”
They closed the car door, and walked silently into the house. Bastian looked back closed the garage door, and grinned menacingly.
Clarke had no idea what he was doing, but his cock lead the way to the pool area. He knew something was going on back there, he knew whatever it was, he was gonna enjoy it. He stepped out through the back door and was greeted by a group of men staring, eye fucking, and eating him.
They all were naked, and all had different shapes and sizes to them. One was clearly a body builder, another was on the shorter side, thin, and had one of the fattest asses he had ever seen.
“Hey boys…” Bastian announced from behind, the tall marble statue, “…I wanted to introduce our newest member!!”
Bastian placed a hand on Clarke’s meaty back, “Boys. Clarke,” he pointed back to them, “Clarke, these are my old boys…from my frat days.” Bastian’s hand slid down Clarke’s back into his basket ball shorts, and pushed on his hairy hole. Clarke jolted to life, then jumped to the side. Bastian’s friends began to cackle with laughter.
“Chill out dude, we’re all friends here!!” Bastian pulled Clarke in, looked down, pulled the waistband open, peaked in, and opened his eyes, “well I’ll be damned…not that long…but holy fuck…I think I'm gonna call you BeerCan from now on..”
Clarke turned bright red, the guys came over, and crowded around. He felt overwhelmed, his head began to spin. “Since you’re the newest member, you should give us some of your stats,” Bastian stepped back and made his way in, “like, how tall you are, your favorite position, how big that piece of meat is you got down there….”
Clarke looked back, and then turned around, all eyes were on him, “ahem…I’m…ahem…Clarke.”
His heart was beating, this was new to him, and he didn’t know how to act, “I’m 6’5”, my favorite…my favorite position is..uhhh…missionary…”
“Your cock size…” the small one with the fat ass jumped in, “we want to know what B just witnessed.”
“Oh umm…well…uhh,” Clarke’s eyes looked down, he began to fidget, “I don’t know…I never measured it…”
Quickly the short guy ran up, “well…my name’s J…I’m 5’4”…and I love wrapping my lips around thick cocks.” He got on his knees in one swoop, and pulled Clarke’s basketball shorts down. Clarke’s cock flew up and his balls swung freely. J grabbed the base of this white beast, then brought his arm up to it. The girth made his arm look even skinnier.
“Holy fuck!!!!! OH SHIT!!! That’s fucking THICK DUDE!!! Wtf!?!” All the guys yelled out, and crowded closer to Clarke. All grabbing at his piece, and trying to wrap their fingers around it. If it wasn’t that, his lemon sized balls were being massaged; and if it wasn’t that, other various body parts were getting attention. Clarke wasn’t used to this type of attention, but he was loving it.
***
Bastian had just left, and I was left here contemplating again how I found myself in this situation.
I stared at my reflection in pure disgust, “you fucking slut…” I looked out the window to the pool. The 5 men were grabbing each other’s cock. I felt my pecker getting hard, I looked back to my reflection, shifted weight and it popped out from under the short. “Ugh…fuck…” I tucked it back in, and turned around.
The pink cropped top hung off my shoulder, and left my torso bare to the world. The cut offs, were…too short. My ass was hanging out underneath, and I couldn’t walk without my junk falling out. This outfit was not made for every day wear.
My eyes looked over to the bed to see, the pink collar staring at me…”do I have to wear it?” My body reacted, and I felt myself move to the side. My hands found it, unbuckled it, and held it around my neck. “I mean…it’s…”
“So fucking sexy…” Bastian stood in the door way, biting his lip, “You know you’re my little cock slut right?” He walked over and stood behind me, his hands were on my shoulders, I could feel the pressure of his cock pushing on my upper back.
“Bastian….i don’t think…” I hesitated, “I don’t think this is a good idea…”
His hands fastened the collar, and then slid down around me, his face found my neck. I melted.
“Sure it is baby…” he tightened his grip around my waist, “they’re all here to see you…they all want you…”
“But…Bas—“ his hand found its way into my pants, he started to rub my puckering hole, “oh…fuuuughck…me…”
“Oh don’t worry…he will” he let me go, “now hurry up…he’s waiting for you.”
I refocused back to my reflection, “so…this is what has become of you…” a disapproving look came across my face, “and now…you’re gonna ruin someone else’s life…”
My feet made their way towards my door, “this is what you wanted…fucking slut…”
**
“OH FUCK!!!” A voice moaned out, and made its way into Bastian’s ears. He smiled, the fun had begun, “IT’S SO THICK!!! AH. AH.AH.AH. FUCK, MY HOLE!!!”
Following the voices, and commotion, Bastian arrived to a scene of splendor. His dick immediately became hard at the sight of the orgy that was taking place.
His eyes fell upon the newest member Clarke. He was pounding away at J like a rabbit, to the point his muscles were bulging, and sweat was dripping from his face.
“FUCK..TAKE IT…FUCKING TAKE IT…” Clarke was roughly fucking the bubble ass wrapped around his beer can cock, he wasn’t getting any pleasure. He kept mindlessly pounding away, grunting, his massive hand came up and swiftly came down onto the bubble butt.
“FUCK, FUCK. FUCK YEAH!!” He personally was getting bored, J's hole wasn't tight enough, he clearly had experience, he wanted tighter...he wanted...rougher...What he wanted was Grant…he wanted to hear him scream in pleasure…
Bastian interrupted the fuck session, “Alright, alright, alright!!” His hands came together, “sorry to break it up, but I have someone I want to introduce you all to…”
Clarke broke concentration from J, who had needed a break from initial penetration, and hopped up. His dick was red with blood, tingling, throbbing, and wanting another playmate. He stayed behind the other men.
“Drum roll please!!!!!” Bastian stepped aside, and out from the sliding door Grant appeared, Clarke’s heart started to beat in time with his throbbing cock. Bastian looked over smiled, then continued, “Introducing, my cocksleeve, my soon-to-be stepson, my little cock slut….Grant!!!”
***
“Introducing, my cocksleeve, my soon-to-be stepson, my little cock slut….Grant!!!” Bastian yelled to the guys,
“Wait!! What??” I turned in shock, “Soon-to-be???!!!” Bastian leered at me, flashed his teeth, and winked.
All I could hear were men oo-ing and ahh-ing, some started jerking off immediately. I was embarrassed, and I couldn’t even look up. There was a loud ringing in my ears that drowned out the sounds of music and chatter. Bastian nudged me and motioned to the group.
My eyes followed the imaginary line, the widened in realization. Clarke, my best friend’s brother; another 6’5” giant, stood among the group of men…He had the same look in his eyes in the car. He looked animalistic; his chest viciously red, I could hear him breathing heavily from just doing cardio, and his muscles were bulging completely with veins. My eyes traced down, and then locked on the can of meat; with each breath his cock bounced. His balls hung down halfway to his thigh, and looked full. He stepped forward and his entire package shifted.
“Grant…I would like for you to meet the newest member…” I looked up, disappointed, upset that he did the one thing I didn’t want him to do, “Oh? I think….I think you two may know each other…”
Bastian motioned for my childhood savior, “Clarke be a dear, and come personally meet my present for you as the newest member…”
He took a few giant strides, his thick member bouncing and balls jiggled with each step. There he was; my protector, my best friend’s brother, standing and looking down at me. My eyes were didn’t know where to look, between his glass cutting nipples, muscle definition, blue veins, and of course his cock…
Bastian stepped back, making sure to give us room in the stand off, “you’ve met Grant right?"
Clarke had clearly given into the cock lust “Yeah…I met him…”
In this moment it was just us, everything else had gone silent. I broke eye contact,
“I’m sorry…for getting you involved…”
“Grant…don't say sorry, I didn't realize how long I've actually wanted this…” my childhood friend continued, “now…I get to have my way…” and like that he left our past relationship at the door.
I could smell the sweat on him, his pheromones that oozed off, overpowered me. My body reacted, and I found myself on my knees looking up at the pink beast in front of me. My tiny hands, cupped his lemon sized balls, gently massaging them. I softly kissed them, they moved around with every planted kiss.
Clarke’s hand found its way behind my head then pulled my face into his crotch. His cock rested on my forehead, while his balls rested under my chin. The male scent was intoxicating, and I inhaled deeply. My hand reached up and attempted to wrap around the base of his member. My heart raced as I saw that my hand could only wrap around 3/4’s of his cock.
I looked up to see Clarke’s face was pointed to the sky, he was in ecstasy it seemed. My tongue found its way, and began to lick the hefty cock. Clarke’s breathing had intensified, the sounds and murmurs of the other men entered my ears. My mouth opened, while he held his cock and pushed it in. My lips painfully stretched around it, as he forced his member deeper into my willing mouth. I was halfway down on his cock, and it wouldn’t go any further. Our eyes connected, and that’s when I noticed the humanity in his eyes left. His hands encased my head as he slowly forced his cock in more.
My head was in his vice grip. I tried to pull away, but he was clearly stronger. I couldn’t breathe, and began to panic. Clarke’s lips produced a smile, and my body began to flail. Tears poured from my eyes, my gag reflex was in high form, saliva had started to pour out of my nose. My lungs felt like paper on fire, I was losing consciousness. I looked up to see that he had the same look on his face from the car, but this time, darker.
Bastian stepped in laughing hysterically, “Okay, okay, Beer Can, you can’t kill him…we need him!” He broke up the tender moment between the two of us. I pulled away from his cock gasping for air. My lungs felt the cool air of the night filling them.
I was on my hands and knees coughing wildly, wiping the tears, and trying to crawl away. However, Bastian had other plans, and started playing ringleader again. He called for body builder of the group, “Eddie…come here, and bring a towel.” Bastian hoisted me over his shoulder, ripped my shorts off, and slapped my ass. My little cock was finally free and oozing pre-cum onto his chest.
He directed the built man to the ground, and sat me on top of him. “Eddie…hold his legs back, and lock your hands behind his neck.” My hole was fully exposed, and free for the world to see, Bastian stood in front of me smiling, “Grant…get ready…” He pushed two fingers in and massaged a spot that I had never known was there, “OH FUCK!!! OW!! FUCK!!!!” I screamed
“BeerCan…get your ass over here,” Clarke stepped up to bat, his eyes lit up, and glued to my puckering hole. Bastian pulled his fingers out, spit on my hole, then looked up, “So…as the newest member…would you like to demolish his cherry?” My eyes opened in horror as this is what Bastian had planned for me…
In seconds, a smirk glided across Clarke’s face. He stepped up, and pushed Bastian away “Man…I thought you’d never fuckin ask…”
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Now it looks more like a game of CLUE. So far, it appears to be Clarke, on the patio, with the beer-can thick cock.
Not that any of you really actually care.
This story is not going to continue.
This story is not going to continue.
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People clearly did care and were fanning over it, so why the sudden cop out?
So, I'm gonna take back my previous statement , and reissue a statement that, "Ch6.pt4 - will not be RE-posted."
I'll continue the story - because I'm seeing a lot of y'all do like it. Please note; that because of the rules/guidelines that are in place on this site, there will be inconsistencies, plot holes, and areas of the story that will not make sense.
However, I will take this opportunity to explain something about why chapter 6, pt 4 was important to the story in whole.
This was an inciting, albeit very dark, incident that pushes Grant into the direction of someone who actually cares and is understanding. Someone who wants to allow Grant, in a HEALTHY manner, explore sexual decisions for himself, and give him the ability to have autonomous sexual encounters - without having to use tactical means, plotting, manipulation, or demeaning of his character. EXAMPLE: Older Javier, feels bad for scrutinizing Older Grant for his perversion, and gives Older Grant the autonomy to either partake in mutual masturbation, or go to bed. While in contrast, Younger Sebastian manipulated the outcome of Younger Grant's first time, sexually exploited him, humiliated him, and didn't care.
This story arc explains the reasoning behind why Older Grant is attracted to / and at the same time terrified of his “love interest." Why he has the perversion that he does - if some can recall, he asked himself in a previous chapter; “When did I become […]” This story arc, and chapter answers that. While I understand that part 4 was dark, predatory, and to be frank - extremely fucked up - this is a very real reminder that not every chapter in this story is going to be “sunshine, flowers, and unicorns.” So therefore - parts of this story arc - will NOT be posted.
I do want to make one thing very clear here. Sebastian…is an antagonistic, vampiric, narcissistic, predator. So, no…he’s not hot, he’s not sexy, he’s not cool, you DO NOT want to be around this person. He’s a horrible, manipulative individual, who preys on the atmospheric innocence of those around him. He is someone who goes around ruining the lives of others, playing a disgusting game; because he thinks he’s above it all, and that consequences do not apply to him. He is someone, who (spoilers coming up) in the final chapter of it all… WILL end up getting his (going to jail, getting rocket launched into space, crushed by 5000lbs of fairy dust - honestly it really doesn't fuckin matter, because he's gonna get it one way or another.)
I am still working on the story - do not fret. However, because again of the community guidelines / rules, this will effect your experience as a reader, and effect how this story reads.
I will search for another outlet in the mean time.
I'll continue the story - because I'm seeing a lot of y'all do like it. Please note; that because of the rules/guidelines that are in place on this site, there will be inconsistencies, plot holes, and areas of the story that will not make sense.
However, I will take this opportunity to explain something about why chapter 6, pt 4 was important to the story in whole.
This was an inciting, albeit very dark, incident that pushes Grant into the direction of someone who actually cares and is understanding. Someone who wants to allow Grant, in a HEALTHY manner, explore sexual decisions for himself, and give him the ability to have autonomous sexual encounters - without having to use tactical means, plotting, manipulation, or demeaning of his character. EXAMPLE: Older Javier, feels bad for scrutinizing Older Grant for his perversion, and gives Older Grant the autonomy to either partake in mutual masturbation, or go to bed. While in contrast, Younger Sebastian manipulated the outcome of Younger Grant's first time, sexually exploited him, humiliated him, and didn't care.
This story arc explains the reasoning behind why Older Grant is attracted to / and at the same time terrified of his “love interest." Why he has the perversion that he does - if some can recall, he asked himself in a previous chapter; “When did I become […]” This story arc, and chapter answers that. While I understand that part 4 was dark, predatory, and to be frank - extremely fucked up - this is a very real reminder that not every chapter in this story is going to be “sunshine, flowers, and unicorns.” So therefore - parts of this story arc - will NOT be posted.
I do want to make one thing very clear here. Sebastian…is an antagonistic, vampiric, narcissistic, predator. So, no…he’s not hot, he’s not sexy, he’s not cool, you DO NOT want to be around this person. He’s a horrible, manipulative individual, who preys on the atmospheric innocence of those around him. He is someone who goes around ruining the lives of others, playing a disgusting game; because he thinks he’s above it all, and that consequences do not apply to him. He is someone, who (spoilers coming up) in the final chapter of it all… WILL end up getting his (going to jail, getting rocket launched into space, crushed by 5000lbs of fairy dust - honestly it really doesn't fuckin matter, because he's gonna get it one way or another.)
I am still working on the story - do not fret. However, because again of the community guidelines / rules, this will effect your experience as a reader, and effect how this story reads.
I will search for another outlet in the mean time.
oh snap, I didn't realize the latest part had been deleted. I'm sure that's frustrating for you.
I can see why you felt the need to clarify the intention in the post above, but if it makes you feel any better, all of it seemed quite clear to me as a reader. Sebastian seems hot and fly at first (ignoring the fact he was cheating on his fiancée), but there was a very tangible dark shift when he was plotting via the text group and lying about the car being fixed. And Grant's self loathing prior to the latest events made it clear this wasn't the "happy ending" of this story. Actually, I was half-expecting Javier would somehow bust in and save Grant from what was happening.
And thank you for all the work you put into writing this story. I'm very invested in the characters, and I know other people are too.
I can see why you felt the need to clarify the intention in the post above, but if it makes you feel any better, all of it seemed quite clear to me as a reader. Sebastian seems hot and fly at first (ignoring the fact he was cheating on his fiancée), but there was a very tangible dark shift when he was plotting via the text group and lying about the car being fixed. And Grant's self loathing prior to the latest events made it clear this wasn't the "happy ending" of this story. Actually, I was half-expecting Javier would somehow bust in and save Grant from what was happening.
And thank you for all the work you put into writing this story. I'm very invested in the characters, and I know other people are too.
Ahhhhhh.... Now that's a good explanation. When I read the last part, I was a bit repulsed. We all like a good fantasy etc, etc. But I can see how when it comes to the publication of such, guidelines and such, it wasn't exactly vanilla or one on one 'wholesome'- enough. It did go far on the scale. Isn't that a funny predicament when you want to write with unbridled, uncensored exuberance, fiction not meant to do any harm but then you also, while writing, or post script feel the need or are forced to retract, or reign in a narrative. You are very logical and coherent to recognize the character arc and antagonistic aspects of Sebastian. I like your psychological- character analysis of him. Obviously to... remain "part of the club", adhere to the guidelines, narratives can only go so far, etc and so forth. It's funny how in terms of fiction, how cancel culture and censorship can ban and drop books from public school libraries nowadays. While it is important to teach, discuss, analysis and learn about stereotypes, character flaws, racism, etc, modern censorship outright bans rather than cautiously explores and fact finds. While at the same time we can't be too without caution and act with reckless abandon. I once wrote with reckless abandon. Credit where credit is due, you are very good at being a self aware writer, and offered up a very logical explanation. I hope it hasn't affected your writing too much. I think little harm and foul has been done in the grant scale of things. A little retcon, tweaking, and I can see it going quite well. As a writer, you really did a good furlong out of the gates. Commanded fandom and anticipation, more than I ever could. Were we painters I would have snapped my own brushes never to paint again in defeat. in terms of capability, you went there and you could. Now you may find "when you fly too close to the sun", so you'll just lower the altitude and adjust course a little. I hope you don't feel too manhandled. You came up with the goods as a writer, you "did" you "put pen to paper", added to your word count. We'll call it a first draft, sent it off to the "publisher", had a review and now move forward with some notes and revise. Nothing big to sweat. Well taken in your stride. By no means do you have to write anything that is "sunshine and lollypops", to the tenth degree and beyond, overtly positive. But you also concede how one can't go too far without seeing a defeating ban. Being very mediocre myself, one does have to point out your merit though. In a short time, it was captivating. Don't feel defeated or too hindered, rally and feel motivated to take it in your stride and churn out another. We can look forward to the narrative where wrong doers can get their comeuppances and a protagonist's character growth, crisis, exploration pushes them closer towards what is a better outcome for them. You got a lot of power as the writer to take a protagonist from beginning to 'end' and see them through all sorts of events. You're doing very well. Don't lose your nerve. It has some good bones to it. Plot, scheme, brainstorm, charge towards, don't lose your steam. By measure, you could easily write a better story than I could. Get motivated, don't get stuck. I wish I could do as well for my own stuff. You really came through. You got a spark under your ass with writing I wish I had. We're rooting for what comes from you next- with loyal anticipation!
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