The Super Jock Sluts - Gay superhero story

[SkyLarkin]

Chapter 8 Pt. 2​

Tyler broke the lewd French kiss, groaning as strands of spit still connecting him to his best friend. “Fuck me, bro! Fuck my ass!”

Brad didn’t need to be asked twice, pushing the rolling tray and the metallic canister of weed off of the bed, while Tyler lifted his legs over his head without difficulty. His hairless brown hole—less like a hole and more like a pussy, just a slit, puckered up at Brad like it was hungry. But Brad was about to feed it something girthy, meaty, and long!

“Lick.” Brad commanded Tyler, sticking two lengthy digits in his bro’s face.

Usually, Brad didn’t need to prepare Tyler, since sometimes Tyler liked a dry, raw, rough fuck but figured that he should get everything he could out of this.

Tyler opened his mouth, eagerly sucking and slurping on Brad’s fingers, tasting the sweat and precum that was left on them. He corkscrewed his mouth around the digits, running his tongue across the tips as he displayed his honed cocksucking skills. Brad and some others helped with that.

Brad moaned deeply from his throat. “Good boy, get them nice and wet before I play with your little culo.”

Tyler rolled his eyes at Brad’s Spanish, wishing that he hadn’t taught his friend a few dirty words, but had to admit that it was kind of hot. He sucked harder and by the time Brad pulled them out of Tyler’s drooling mouth, they were coated heavily with spit and more than ready to be inserted inside him.

“Uuungh!” Tyler groaned with pleasure as Brad’s wet fingers easily popped right into his bubble butt.

As soon as Brad heard that pleasurable groan from Ty, he knew he had the green light and started to dig deeper into his best bro’s ass, which clenched around his fingers and sucked him in deeper to the knuckle. Brad’s fingertips teased and rubbed against the tiny knot inside him, making him buck.

“Fuck bro,” Brad grunted, watching Tyler’s jockpussy clench around his fingers. “Your pussy is so fucking hungry right now.”

Tyler grinned, eyes closed as he basked in the ecstasy coursing through him. “Well man when you play with my culo like that, of course, I’m going to try and get you to fist me—ugh yeah twist it like that, fuck yeah!”

Brad twisted and angled his ring finger around, allowing for more of his fingertip to scratch at Tyler’s prostate.

“Fu-Fuck yes! Slip another finger in there! Slip another in there man! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Dude! G-gonna cum, if you keep this up!” Tyler’s voice usually went up an octave or two when he neared the edge of his limits and Brad wanted to keep this party going.

It disappointed Tyler as Brad pulled out his fingers, licking off the taste of Ty and his saliva then without skipping a beat, aimed his cockhead at his bro’s backdoor and thrusted all 10 hard inches in one go!

“OOOH FUCK!” Tyler bellowed at the top of his lungs, cheeks turning red as Brad stuffed him to the brim with his cock.

Brad leaned over Tyler to push every bit of his veiny throbbing shaft deep into Tyler’s guts. He buried his face in the crook of the sexy stud’s sweaty shoulder, breathing in his bro’s delicious scent while letting his cock nestle against Tyler’s colon. If Tyler’s ass was clenching fast around his fingers, well it felt like his dick was having the life choked out of it with how impossibly tight it was around his dick.

So, fucking tight! How the fuck haven’t I busted yet? Shit! Brad wondered, completely bewildered.

Brad pulled back, letting almost every inch of his cock slide out of Tyler’s ass which tried and failed to stop him. Tyler knew what was about to happen, having been fucked by Brad for a while now, so he knew every move and trick but missed having all of that meat inside himself. He let out a small whine, only to get choked up from some slight pain as Brad (with an animalistic growl) came slamming right back in.

“Take it, take that fucking dick!” Brad loudly groaned.

Brad’s meaty ass jiggled as he sawed in and out of Tyler’s pussy, balls and hips slapping against his ass. Brad’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head, picking up the pace. Tyler’s muscular arms were wrapped around the college quarterback’s chiseled back, holding him close as he kept plowing away.

“Fuck yeah, bro! Squeeze my cock, let me know you want this fucking nut bruh!”

Tyler tried to form some words, at best, only letting out some garbled moans. “Ah! Ah—Fu—Mngh-ph!”

Brad wrapped his hand around Tyler’s smooth ballsack, they were slick with precum from his leaking cock, and squeezing finally drawing a solid sentence or two from his pouty lips.

“SHIT BRO, FUCK! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Tyler exclaimed in pain.

Brad just laughed, letting his tackle go, and then captured Tyler’s mouth to take his mind off of his aching balls. Once again, the two fraternity brothers were making out like sex-starved lovers, Tyler suckled on Brad’s long tongue then bit on his bottom lip and opened his mouth wide. Brad collected saliva, letting a slow-falling glob of silvery spit drop onto his bro’s tongue. Tyler greedily swallowed the spit, moaning and bucking back on Brad’s dick like a nasty slut.

“Give me that fucking dick bro, fuck this pussy, make this your fucking home bro!” Tyler urged.

Brad slowed down his thrusts, pulling out of Tyler’s stretched-out cunt, just slowly stroking his dick right in Tyler’s desperate-looking face. “Beg for it, bro.”

“Please Brad, sir, please breed my hungry pussy! Oh, fuck I need it so fucking bad! I need your cock rubbing up against my prostate sir! Breaking me wide open! Come on sir, stick that hard cock deep inside my culo, fucking spear me on it, I—!!!”

Brad cut Tyler off at the end there, ramming inside him without mercy or warning, just doing it to satisfy his instincts to continue his legacy.

“ASS FEELS LIKE A FUCKING DREAM—URRHHGGG! FUCK! GONNA CUM BRO! GONNA SEED THIS FUCKING CUNT GOOD! GONNA, HAVE YOU LEAKING MY SEED FOR DAYS BRO!”

Brad’s thrusts sped up, getting quicker and quicker, harder and harder. Hammering into him, while his fat circumcised cockhead bashed against his bro’s prostate. Brad, once again, had his face pressed right up against a “sweet spot” of Tyler’s; the area where his neck and right-sided broad shoulder connected. He licked and nipped at the area, making Tyler scream with ecstasy as his erogenous zones were being attacked on two fronts, but he hadn’t emptied his sack just yet.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He had had all of that healthy potent seed brewing since this morning, ready to release it all inside Tyler, but then for a brief moment that lasted longer in his head, Tyler was replaced with Primate. The gorilla-man who was previously towering over him, attempting to assault his ass, now had the tables turned on him and was completely immobilized in a somewhat altered spladle. His extremely hairy burly legs and arms were high over his head, tied together with thick steel cables so that his tight black hole, also covered with a highly dense forest of sweaty hair, was exposed. Primate sneered and snarled at Brad but knew deep down that he wanted to be used like a nasty dirty slut, covered with spit, cum, and urine at the end of the day. Reduced from a mighty superhuman to a begging cum dumpster.

The lewd image changed, Primate’s tightly secure hole was now a swollen red pussy, partially prolapsed, and gushing out old chunky loads besides the ones that weren’t being pushed out by Brad and his cum-covered cock. Primate’s brave face that he put on was replaced by one of pure lust and greedy need, which then morphed into Tyler’s own that was saying something to Brad.

“Fuckin’ blow in me bro!” Tyler begged with a whisper in Brad’s ear.

“HERE IT COMES…TAKE THAT FUCKING NUT! URRHHHHGGGGGG!!!!” Brad urgently warned, letting out a guttural yell as the floodgates broke open.

A powerful stream of thick, creamy white man milk came surging out from the bottom of his orange-sized, cum-churning balls, through his girthy cock to quickly fill up Tyler’s ass. Tyler could feel the heavy globs of spunk splattering against the inner walls of his ass along with Brad’s cock throbbing hard.

Brad's entire body went rigid and completely still as his cock continued to throb and spew hot lava loads. His dark brown hole pulsated with every bit of cum that left his testicles. Tyler’s hands which were clawing at Brad’s back had, throughout the fuck session, slid down over Brad’s perfectly round glutes to grab a handful and pull them apart. That left enough space for him to rub his rough fingers over Brad’s shaved clean hole.

“You—motherfucking prick!” Brad muttered, the electrifying sensation surged straight into his loins and bucked deeper into Tyler’s tightening depths, who laughed underneath him.

Tyler threw it right back at him, panting. “Not yet, but do you think she would be interested?”

Brad ignored his dumb question and remained inside him for a few more minutes, then pulled out of his frat brother’s cum leaking cunt—his already loose ass lips were puffy and slightly red. Tyler just rolled over onto his belly, opening and reaching into the second to last drawer of Brad’s nightstand, pulling out a spare buttplug that Brad kept for obvious reasons. With a little wince and grunt, Tyler pushed the wide rounded silicone plug, colored neon orange, right into his cummy hole, maneuvering it around so that it fit nice and snug.

“How much did you make selling these?” Tyler asked, tapping the bottom of the plug that had Brad’s handsome wide smiling face on it.

“That’s classified information,” He retorted, then pointed at Tyler’s rock-hard boner. “Now get over here so I can take care of that.”

Tyler pushed back his curtain bangs, running a hand through his black hair. “I got a better idea!”

Brad laid flat on his back, his cock gradually softening but still weakly oozing cum onto the bed sheets, while Tyler got into a planking position, his erect cock aimed right over Brad’s mouth. Precum dripped off the pink bulbous end right onto Brad’s chin and forehead. Tyler slowly eased himself down as Brad swallowed that beer can thick 8 inches to the bushy root.

“Ah fuck!” Tyler gasped, gingerly fucking Brad’s face.

GLORP! GLURP! SLURP! GLORP!

With fists gripped in a tight vise, Brad worked his dick well, coiling his tongue around the shaft when Tyler thrusted deep, then licked and lapped at the tip when Tyler pulled back. Brad would want people to automatically assume that a cock had never made contact with his mouth, but he made expectations for Tyler, and besides his cum tasted like somewhat salty buttercream frosting. Still, Brad had to demonstrate his authority over his fraternity subordinate, especially with Tyler’s balls softly bouncing against his chin.

He could’ve done it easily by fingerfucking him but instead decided to use a new trick he discovered while eating out Chase Humphrey’s full white ass a bit ago. He had the Olympic hopeful rower squealing like a pig.

Focusing like he did on the crashed car earlier that day, but instead of channeling heat into his finger, he did it through his tongue. The difference wasn’t lost on Tyler, feeling the fleshy slimy appendage radiating a steady warmth that enveloped his entire cock. It was like he was fucking a hot gushing pussy as his hips picked up the pace.

“No, fuck no! Not yet bro! Oh fuck! Fuck! Ah!” Tyler groaned, unable to hold off any longer.

GLORP! SLURP! SLURP!

“ARRRHHHH!!!” He shouted.

As much cum that Tyler could blast into the silky mouth below him, Brad swallowed it down fast without complaint. The last bits he collected and kept, holding it there as Tyler pulled out with his cock already ultra-sensitive. As Tyler finally rolled off of him, falling back onto his side of the bed, Brad didn’t waste a second to lock lips with him again. Tyler wasn’t surprised, opening his mouth to catch the large amount of cummy spit that was pushed into it. He slurped and sucked it down, hungrily searching for any leftover traces.

The two kissed heavily back and forth for a bit, suckling on each other’s tongues before finally breaking it off and laying there as the flatscreen TV played in the background. It was a rerun of Winter Hunk House, where 19-year-old amateur weightlifter Raz from Empire City had won the final challenge and got to fuck the teasing host’s phat ass for millions to see.

Without glancing over at Brad, Tyler spoke. “Oh, I almost forgot, but you left your phone—you could’ve, at least, washed the sheets by the way, but your phone bro was blowing up!”

Brad perked up. “Oh, did you see who was hitting me up?”

“Nah. I was too busy having to calm down the guy you fucked—OH SHIT! Raz is tearing that ass up haha!” Tyler remarked, getting distracted by what was happening on screen.

Brad ignored him, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand to see a bunch of text message notifications as he opened it. The ones at the very top were from his mom and it contained more of the usual stuff that she would text him about.

Mom: “Are you okay? Q showed me your fight on the news—you should come in for
check-up! At least, think about it, PLEASE? Q is more than happy to look at you, just text
me back when you can. I miss you, I hope you can come over next weekend after you visit your dad’s place. Q is cooking dinner and I really hope you can make it. I gotta go, there’s some people coming into the ER right now. I love you, baby.”

Brad had conflicted feelings about what his mom just sent, not really wanting to have dinner with his mom and her boyfriend Quan, who was two decades her junior and although Brad had no issues with the man, he didn’t want another one of her lovers trying to be his father. Or be his daddy, which had happened a few times, but it seemed like Brad was just that irresistible.

Brad: “I love you too, I’ll try to come over there after dad’s but no promises.”

Brad moved on to the other texts seeing that a bulk of them were from old fuck buddies still dickmatized—somehow that crazy bitch Casey had gotten ahold of his number, so it looked like Brad was going to have to change it again. One text was from Professor Wernik, his Ancient History professor, asking if they could set up a time to meet about his recent test grades. Brad knew what to do in these particular situations, smirking as he sent a quick text back to the phat-assed educator agreeing to a meeting.

He replied to a few more random texts, but then at the very bottom of the stack of notifications is where he noticed a text and a missed call from his dad. His pulse quickened as he realized how bad this was, knowing he should never miss a call from his dad, but he had.

Oh fuck…oh fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK! Brad worried.

He could barely bring himself to read what his dad had texted him, but eventually opened the message.

Dad: “Do you know how embarrassing it was to hear—and see—my son, my LEGACY, getting
his asshole eaten out by that fucking hairy freak from my colleagues!? When I see next
weekend, you better be prepared to not be able to sit for a week and you better be stripped
down to your cage too.”

Brad knew better to not reply to his dad’s text as it would just fan the flames and make things worse. Tyler grabbed the phone from Brad’s shaky hands, the TV show forgotten, and sat it down on the nightstand. He had sensed his friend’s sudden panicked and nervous energy and knew exactly what Brad needed to take his mind off of it, besides another blowjob or fuck.

“So, I heard that the guys want to throw a party tonight, but I was supposed to run it by you earlier. Guess I got a little…distracted.” Tyler snickered slyly.

Brad sighed, forcing a smile. “Y-yeah I guess you did.”

“Well, what do you think? Some drinks, some more weed, some pussy? Could be really fun.” Tyler proposed, staring Brad right in his dark brown eyes.

“Sure, let’s fucking do it!”

Tyler cheered, turning his attention back to the show, pointing out the stupidity of one of the hunky contestants’ comments, but Brad had already tuned him and the show out. Despite his friend’s best efforts, Brad’s mind was still on his dad’s texts, and he dreaded what was going to happen next weekend. He hoped that the party that night would provide him with some much-needed comfort.

END OF CH. 8

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Let me know what you think below about this chapter or send me a message. As an update on other series, like "Dumb Jock Adventures," I'm still working on the next story featuring our resident bubble butt himbo Zach Longwood, just trying to stay motivated/inspired. Expect more OTK spankings and CNMN! Until next time!
--Sky