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A few days into our week in Brooklyn, the guys mentioned that we were running low on beer. Living at the frat house, and being around the dads, we always had some around. This was a first for us. We didn't know what to do because none of us wanted to risk getting in trouble with our fake IDs. Sure, they worked in college bars and crowded festivals, but they definitely wouldn't work in a supermarket. Siddh was the only one of us who was over 21, but made it clear that he wasn't gonna be the only person walking into the store to buy three cases of beer; stating that it'd be too obvious. Then it dawned on me...
"You two, follow me," I instructed Siddh and Dig before leading them out of the ground floor then up the front stairs of the main building. I buzzed the fourth floor apartment, then said who it was before walking in. If it were anyone else, I would've heard complaints about having to climb another three flights of stairs; thankfully I had the right guys with me.
"Ishmael! Good to see ya!" Derek smiled as he opened the door to his apartment.
"Hey Derek!" I hugged him, before he let us in. His place looked perfect for a bachelor. Gym equipment, big screen TV, a leather couch. It even smelled like masculine musk and cologne. My hole twitched.
"This your boyfriend?" he pointed towards Siddh, making us laugh.
"Gosh no!" I heartedly laughed. "That's Siddh, my boyfriend's brother." I watched them shake hands. "And this is Richie, my other boyfriend."
"Other boyfriend?!" his eyes popped. "Ya Mama and Daddy know about this?"
"My Dad loves him more than me!" I joked.
"Well, nice to meet y'all," Derek smiled. "What can I do ya for?"
"Well, I kinda need a favor," I bust out the puppy eyes. "Siddh is 22, but won't buy us beer unless somebody goes with him."
"So you came to ol' Derek here to go with him, huh?"
"Pretty please," I laid it on thick by batting my eyes.
"And what if your Daddy finds out?"
"Tell him I gave you the best ass you've ever had. He'll understand."
"That ass is lethal," he said under his breath.
"Oh, I know," Dig agreed with him. "Got me whipped."
"Please Derek." I batted my eyes.
"You're lucky you're a sexy motherfucker," he grabbed his keys then followed us down to Dig's jeep.
We drove to a supermarket where Derek and Siddh bought four cases of beer and some food for us to grill while Dig and I waited in the jeep for them. Of course my boyfriend asked me about my hookup with Derek after mentioning how sexy the country boy was. He also said that he wanted to see me take his dick before we left the city. I loved how his brain always turned to pimping me out for his enjoyment. When we arrived back at the apartment, I introduced our savior to the rest of the guys before Dig, Sean, and Siddh decided to be men by going to the grill in the backyard. The rest of us sat around the kitchen table letting Derek get to know the group better while I prepared some vegetables for us to eat.
"So y'all are all related?" Derek wanted to figure out the dynamic.
"Yes and no," Scooter answered him. "Richie is my brother. Sean is Cory's brother. And Siddh is Kal's brother."
"Ish is just the annoying bitch who never left," Cory interjected.
"Says the guy who didn't leave my bed for ten years," I jabbed.
"So y'all fucked?" Derek asked us.
"GOD NO!" I immediately rejected the notion.
"They're more like brothers than me and Richie," Scooter said.
"And I can do much better," I poked.
"I definitely have," Cory retorted, sipping his beer.
"This is wild," Derek responded.
"Nah. What's wild is you mixing up my boyfriend and his brother," I laughed, as I put the pan of mixed veggies into the oven to roast.
"Aye, I'd only seen him that one time," he defended himself. "But Siddh seemed pretty cool when I apologized for it."
"So you've met Kal?" Cory asked him.
"I love that little nerd," Scooter quietly added.
"Not really met..." Derek didn't want to offer up how he'd seen him.
"He saw me riding his dick on the picnic table," I proudly declared, leaning against the counter.
"The same one we're about to eat on?!" Cory looked surprised.
"At least it's not the Kappa dining table... AGAIN!" Scooter added.
"Aye! We used a tablecloth," I laughed to myself.
The guys called us out to the yard to set up just as the veggies finished roasting. We joked and talked about our break while finding napkins, plates, and a tablecloth to put down. Cory and Scooter pretended to gag every time Dig flirted with me. Dig also had a bit of lust in his eyes whenever Derek and I were near each other. I made sure to "accidentally" touch the veteran's ass, or graze mine against his crotch, whenever we passed each other. I could tell he was confused about it, not sure how to respond with my boyfriend being there. He seemed to lean into it halfway through the meal.
"So, which of my lil bros annoyed you the most?" Sean asked Derek. "I know the bitches talk too much."
"Hey! I'm not a bitch!" Cory chimed.
"My bad, BOTTOM BOY!" Sean hit back, causing a few of us to laugh.
"I don't know about `annoy'," Derek charmed us. "Cory and Ish seem like the coolest brothers I know. Much more fun than mine."
"You close with your brothers?" I asked him.
"Not really," he answered my question. "After my Daddy caught me with a boy, I got ran out the house. Haven't talked to `em in a few years."
"Sorry to hear that," there was sympathy in Dig's voice. "I'm still scared to tell my Dad about me. After Scooter came out, we haven't really talked much."
"Why's that?"
"Dude's old school as fuck," Dig told him. "All he cares about is going to church, watching the Yankees, and takin' naps."
"Never hid that he hates fags either," Scooter interjected.
"And I don't fuck with anyone that hates my lil brother," Dig stated, his eyes looking directly at Scooter. "But I think I'm gonna tell him when he comes to the game on Saturday."
"WHAT?!" This was news to me. I'd never met their father.
"It's time," he shrugged. "I'm tired of lying."
"Ma is gonna lose her shit when she finds out that both of us are fags," Scooter chuckled.
"Those rosary beads are gonna be worn out!" Dig laughed.
"Looks like we'll be staying with Sticky for the summer," Scooter made everyone but Derek and Siddh laugh at how easily my parents adopted my friends.
"So who's Sticky?" Derek asked as we cleared the picnic table.
"Baby Boy never told you his house name?" Dig chuckled as I led him and Derek into the kitchen to dump our trash.
"House name?" Derek sounded confused.
"We're in a fraternity," I explained. "Dig Bick is my Big Brother, and boyfriend. Sean, aka High Pitch, is our house president. And his Little Brother is none other than Scooter, aka Bat Boy."
"Batty if you're nasty," Scooter winked from the kitchen table.
"And you're Sticky?" Derek leaned against the counter next to me, while I washed dishes.
"His full name is Sticky Knees!" Dig offered. "And I'm proud to be the reason for it."
"What about the rest of y'all?"
"Horny groupies who use us for beer," Sean chimed in, making his way to the table.
"Closest we had to that in the Corps was when I lived with some of my boxing buddies. Eight of us in a four bedroom house."
"Where was that?" I asked, wanting to know more about his time in the Marines.
"San Diego," he popped open a beer. "Stationed at Camp Pendleton."
"I didn't know you box," I queried.
"Started in high school," he responded. "Still train twice a week in Greenpoint."
"Maybe you could show me some moves," my boyfriend poked.
"I'd pay you to knock him out," Scooter joked.
"Where's the gym?" Siddh spoke up. "Haven't trained since I left LA."
"You box?!" I was shocked for some reason.
"Yeah. Had to fight off a few bullies and jealous boyfriends."
"My dawg!" Sean laughed to himself.
After the kitchen and yard were cleaned up, we all started separating towards our own corners. Scooter and Cory played a video game in the living room. Siddh helped Sean study for his economics class. Derek led Dig and I upstairs to his apartment so that Dig could use his gym equipment after lagging for a few days. At first I thought it was just an excuse for Dig to get the three of us alone, but an hour later I was still watching my sweaty shirtless boyfriend lift weights while being spotted by the sexy shirtless veteran that was hosting us. I sat comfortably drinking a beer and occasionally staring at their noticeable bulges.
"I gotta know," Derek spoke as his eyes kept focused on Dig's movements. "How do y'all work? Bein' two boyfriends `n all? I barely know how to handle one."
"Gotta ask Ish," Dig responded in between grunts. "He's the one with two boyfriends, not me."
"Huh?" Derek looked in my direction.
"Dig is my boyfriend. Kal is my boyfriend. But Dig and Kal are not boyfriends." I explained.
"Why not?"
"I doubt three whores can have one solid relationship," I laughed, drinking my beer. "Besides, Dig is technically straight."
"You are?!"
"I don't know about straight. But I know I love Sticky. Him and Kal are a package deal." Dig sat up on the weight bench, wiping his sweaty face with a small towel.
"He's a manwhore though," I offered. "Fucked more girls than his little brain can count."
"Wasn't the `little brain' they were after," my boyfriend winked.
"Just the little peen," I mocked him with my pinky finger.
"Wasn't so little when you were screaming last night," he hit back.
"Gotta stroke your man's ego sometimes," I winked at him.
"Bet you wouldn't say that to my face," he stood up. The sweat from his torso dripped down towards the waistband of his shorts.
"Bet you I will," I stood as well, boldly making my way towards him. Dig stood tall, puffing his chest while wearing a cocky smile. I stopped right in front of him, feeling his body heat, smelling his musk, as I looked into his green eyes. "Little brain. Tiny peen." I could feel the smirk form across my face.
"Be careful little boy," he bent so that his nose was touching mine.
"Bigger than that tiny excuse of a dick you have in those shorts," I retorted.
"Now, y'all play nice," Derek said, cautiously making his way to us.
"Oh, I'll play nice," Dig didn't make a move.
"But I won't," I quickly licked my boyfriend's lips.
"Think I won't fuck you up in front of company, huh?" Dig huffed.
"Think I'm scared of a dumb jock?" I sniped.
"You should be," he grabbed my t-shirt by the collar. "Bitch."
"Big talk from a small man," I antagonized him with a peck on the lips.
"We'll see who's small, little boy," he quickly put his arm around my upper thighs then lifted me off the ground to throw me over his shoulder. "Derek, pull his pants down."
By now our host had figured out our little game; Dig secretly loved being antagonized by me before wrecking my hole. Calling him dumb, telling him that he had a small dick, ripping on his muscles... It made him want to slut me out to the point that I couldn't walk. Derek was more than happy to oblige my boyfriend's request. Undoing my pants then pulling them down to my ankles while I pretended to fight back. Kicking my legs as Dig held me in place.
"Put me down, you baby dicked bitch!" I slapped Dig's meaty sweaty ass.
"Derek, I think it's time my boyfriend learned some respect," Dig said as he used his free hand to smack my ass in retaliation. "Think you could help?"
"How's that?" Derek asked him.
"Just. Like. This." I felt another smack on each cheek with every word.
"LIke this?" The Creole veteran asked as he stood next to Dig, smacking my left cheek.
"Again," my boyfriend encouraged him, eliciting another whack coming across my ass. "Harder!" I felt him demonstrate. They alternated between spanking me as I focused on sniffing their combined musk whenever pulling my face out of the crevice of my boyfriend's ass, distracting myself from verbally reacting. It started to sting a bit, but I wasn't going to tell them.
"Think he learned his lesson?" Derek asked as they stopped for a second.
"Let's see," I could hear the smugness in Dig's voice. "Hey babe, you gonna apologize?"
"Derek, I'm sorry Little Dicky thought he could teach you anything," I spoke, lifting my head out of my boyfriend's sweaty glutes. "Richie, I'm sorry your small dick hasn't satisfied me yet."
"Damn! That boy's got a smart ass mouth on him!" Derek reacted.
"Smarter than your skinny ass," I retorted, wanting to egg him on.
"Watch yourself," he squatted behind Dig so that he could look me in the eyes. "Don't make me get mad atchu Ishmael."
"Whatcha gonna do, country boy? Use your little dick to try to teach me a lesson? Good luck." I watched his lips curl into a devious smile after I spoke. He calmly stood straight then walked away.
I don't know where he went, or what he whispered to Dig when he came back, but I could tell that I was going to get wrecked. Excitement grew when I felt Dig walk around the couch then throw me on my back so that I was looking up at him and Derek who was holding a rope. Their eyes were full of lust and fire letting me know that I was in trouble.
"I'm not scared of you weak little men," I said as I tried to sit up. Only to be pushed back down by Dig's meaty right hand.
"Tie him up," Dig said to Derek, looking me dead in the eyes, before turning me over in one swift move.
"Damn that ass looks good," Derek spoke as he worked to bind my wrists together.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Dig inquired about his rope technique.
"Marines," he responded. "He'd have to be Black Ops to get outta that." He double checked that they were tight enough, then gave my ass a hard smack.
"Hear that babe," Dig bent next to my ear. "You're gonna learn your lesson tonight. We're gonna teach you how to be nice to your boyfriend."
"It'd be nice if you had a bigger dick," I huffed, knowing what I was getting myself into.
"Do it," Dig said as he stood up. I soon felt three long wet fingers being pushed into my hole. I knew that it was Derek, having memorized what it was like to be fingered by Dig. "This is what happens when you're mean to your boyfriend," Dig pressed one of his hands in between my shoulders.
My pants were still around my ankles, making it hard for me to move. Every time I tried to wiggle my body, I felt Derek's fingers go deeper into me. I was trapped. The only thing to do was accept my position, as my dick got harder. I couldn't tell what turned me on more; having Derek's long fingers grazing my prostate, or feeling both of their free hands hitting my ass cheeks while I was being invaded. The faster Derek moved his hand, the more my brain melted as my body betrayed by matching his movements.
"I think he likes it," Dig said to Derek with cockiness in his voice. "Hey bitch. Tell him you like it." I didn't respond. "I know you heard me," he said with a gruffness. "Thank Derek for making you cream. Now!" Dammit! I knew I creamed, I knew I felt myself cream. "Fine. If you're not gonna talk, I'll make him punish you some more. Derek, get naked."
My hole felt empty when he slowly removed his fingers from my ass. As Dig held me in place, I wondered if Derek was going to fuck me. I needed Derek to fuck me! To make me the bitch that he and my boyfriend used for the night. When I felt Dig use both of his hands to spread my tender ass cheeks, I knew that it was coming. My boyfriend positioned himself so that his hard gym short covered dick was against my shoulder, as his head was right above my lower back. I don't know which one of them spit on my begging hole, but I felt Derek finger a some lube into it before positioning himself behind me.
"Last chance, babe," Dig gave me an out. "Apologize and say `thank you', or our buddy is gonna fuck you."
"Like you two little dicked dumb asses even know what to do with a pussy," I retorted with smugness. I knew what I was doing.
"You know what Derek, hold on one second," Dig said before he stood up to drop his shorts. Freeing his musky 9 inch dick and balls. He sat on my back, with his sweaty hairy crack resting on my neck. His hard dick flopped down on my spine as his feet were planted on both sides of me on the couch. I wasn't going anywhere. "Now, you can fuck him." My boyfriend once again used his hands to spread my cheeks. "And don't hold back."
Derek definitely listened to his directions. As soon as I felt his dick tapping against my hole, he shoved the entire 9.5 inch curved dick into me. I screamed into the leather couch cushion. Thank God for lube!
"How's it feel dude?" Dig asked him.
"So damned good," Derek cooed as he stayed still, letting me adjust.
"A1 pussy right there," my boyfriend slapped my left ass cheek.
"You ain't lyin'," Derek started moving slowly. "Can't wait to tear it up."
"Why wait? The bitch needs to learn to respect his elders."
"You're right about that," his sexy country accent hit the spots that his dick hadn't reached.
"Fuck that pussy. Show him who's in charge."
"Yes sir, Captain," He started fucking me like a wild man. Quickly picking up his pace, as he aggressively pumped in and out of my hole. I screamed in pleasure and pain under him and my boyfriend. Feeling him grab at the rope that held my wrists in place above my ass. I could feel his bush with my fingertips whenever he slammed his dick all the way into me.
"Fuck yeah! Use that bitch!" Dig goaded him on in between slapping my ass cheeks, or occasionally reaching under me to squeeze my aching hard dick. Every time Derek pulled all the way out of my hole, it queefed before he shoved it back in. Making me scream more. The Marine knew how to punish a pussy.
"I'm gonna nut!" He announced after about ten minutes of roughly fucking me.
"Do it! Breed him!" Dig yelled. "Breed that fucking cunt, bro!"
"Fuuuuck!" Derek's grip on my hip got tighter as he slammed harder. "GODDAMN!" I heard him yell before he slammed into me one last time, then stayed still as he deposited his cum deep inside of me.
"Nice man!" Dig congratulated his partner as Derek pulled his dick out of my hole. "That was hot as fuck!"
"Best ass I've had in a while," Derek said as he regained control of his break. "Think he learned his lesson though?"
"Let's see," Dig got off of my back, sitting next to me so that we were face to face when I turned my head. "What do you say to Derek?"
"Thank you Derek for having a better dick than my tiny boyfriend," I winked at Dig.
"Almost had it, didn't he?" Derek laughed.
"Guess we've got more work to do."
"I guess so, Captain."
"Make him clean your cock," Dig ordered.
Derek maneuvered my body so that I was fully on the couch. Sitting on the arm, he pushed my head down so that I could take him into my mouth. The tastes of his load and my ass juices were accompanied by the smell of musk and fresh sweat. This man could use me however he wanted, and I wouldn't complain.
Dig didn't even give me a warning before he slid his 9 inch dick into my hole. It was slightly thicker than Derek's, and hurt a bit when he shoved it all the way in. Feeling his bush on my ass. I wanted to scream, but was too worried about Derek's still semi-hard dick that was in my mouth. I did my best to remain still as my boyfriend waited for Derek to stand up before he could brutalize me.
Every stroke was deliberate with a bit of malice. Every grunt felt like he was calling me his cunt/bitch/slut/whore/pussy. I knew that he loved this because he could never fuck a girl this way. He would never grab the ropes that bound them, then pulled them up so that his mouth was right at their ear. Telling them that their pussy belonged to him, and to be thankful for his time. My boyfriend had never claimed anyone before; I was lucky enough to be able to say that I belonged to him. I knew that he was close when he shoved my face into the leather seat.
"Gonna breed you," he huffed as he held onto the ropes between my wrists. His thrusts were getting harder. "Fuckin' hell, this ass is on one tonight!" I felt his sweat dripping on me. "Fuuuuuck!" His cock expanded. "Soo good!" He slowed down as he fucked his way through his orgasm, before laying his head on my back for a couple of minutes.
After Derek removed the ropes, I cleaned up the cum that I shot onto the couch during the fucking. He and Dig talked as they got dressed. Exchanging numbers and making plans to go to the boxing gym with Siddh the next day. It made me happy because I loved how horny Dig would be after a workout. Derek attempted to apologize for being rough with me, but I assured him that it was hot as fuck. I then made it clear that I didn't mean any of the things that I said before Dig and I each gave him a hug before heading back down to my parents' apartment.
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