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Cruel Developments ChapterFour final
After discovering Shane's betrayal, I felt used and dirty. I had let him fuck me like a common slut. Well if I'm a slut, I'm gonna be a good slut!
"Yesterday you said Melon Tits wasn't putting out," I said to Marshall as I climbed into his car Tuesday after school.
"Melon Tits! Ha Ha. Good one! Well, she's never given up the pussy. But now not even a hand job. Hell it's not my fault Mungo can't hold onto a ball. Two fucking fumbles, both ending in a touchdown for them."
"Tragic. It's a good thing I'm here for you then," I said as I reached over and rubbed my hand up and down his thigh, almost touching his package.
He looked at me sideways for a moment. "For real? You'll give me a hand job?"
"A hand job you can do for yourself. I'm sure you can think of something you can't do yourself," I replied, actually groping his package.
"Sweet! Your place or mine?"
Mine's closer, and no one's home."
When we entered my bedroom, I immediately dropped to my knees and clawed at his belt. He helped me get his pants off, then pulled his shirt over his head. Standing in front of me in just his boxer briefs, I admired his athletic body. I ran my hands down his sides to his hips. I could see his cock starting to elongate as I slid my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. By the time he stepped out of them, he was already three quarters erect.
I glanced at his face and he was grinning down at me. I maintained eye contact as my lips wrapped around his large cock. He backed up and sat on my bed I followed, not allowing his cock to escape my mouth. I started bobbing my mouth up and down as much of his large cock as I could.
"Oh God! You're good at that!"
Marshall lay back and watched me suck his big cock. As I suspected, he was bigger than Shane, but I could handle it. His fingers slid through my hair onto the back of my head, and he began thrusting up into my willing mouth. I continued to service his meat and reached up to fondle his balls. I really love balls!
"Oh.. Fuck yeah! .. that's it, suck my dick!... Can I cum in your mouth?"
I only grunted in reply "Mm Hm."
It wasn't much longer before he filled my mouth with his creamy load. I swallowed it all, even drawing out the leftover dribbles and licking them off.
I withdrew my mouth but continued to toy with his thick meat. "You have a beautiful cock. How long before you can go again?"
"For you? Two minutes."
I went and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Here. Re-hydrate. I'll be right back," I said as I handed him the water.
I stepped into the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later, naked, hard, and carrying a bottle of lube.
Marshall's eyes first fell on my much smaller dick. I turned so he could see my butt, and handed him the lube. "Really? Aw, Man, you're the best friend ever!"
He began lubing his cock as I got on my hands and knees in front of him. I felt his hand on my left hip, and his cock head rubbing my hole. He situated it and pushed. I grunted when his fat knob popped in. He's noticeably thicker than Shane. He didn't hesitate and began pushing his cock deeper into my welcoming hole. After a minute of in and out, I felt his pubic hair against my butt cheeks
"It's so hot seeing my dick sliding into your tiny butt. And fuck, you're so tight!"
There I was, getting fucked by a hard bodied jock, with a bigger cock, in the same bed Shane used to have the privilege of fucking me in. I started pushing back on his cock, as he slammed it into me. " Fuck me hard, Marshall!"
"Has Shane been fucking you?" he asked as he picked up the pace.
"Yes," I answered honestly.
After a couple more strokes he stopped and asked, "But not anymore. Right?"
"No, I hate him." I pushed back on his cock, trying to get him started again. He pulled back until only his thick knob remained inside me, paused, then slammed back in hard.
Tell me we can do this again?" he asked as he tried to rearrange my insides.
"Any time! Your cock feels so good in me."
"And your tight little butt is amazing!"
That was just what Shane had said. Well, he's in the past. Now I have Marshall. I wasn't in love with Marshall, yet, but he was just what I needed. Someone to fuck the Shane out of me. Make me forget he had ever been inside me. Marshall certainly had the cock for the job, and I was loving what he was doing to me.
"Give me your cum, Marshal!" I yelled as I shot my load onto the bed under me.
"You want it inside you?"
"Absofuckinglutely."
"You're definitely my best friend!"
He pumped into me for another couple of minutes then yelled, "I'm cumming!!"
He didn't need to tell me. I could feel his cock throbbing, and hot lava pouring into my belly, somewhere near my navel.
"Oh yes!! Give it to me. That's just what I needed!"
When he withdrew his cock from me, I fell over onto my side. "Is that your cum?" he asked, pointing to the puddle on the bed.
"Yeah. You made me cum."
"That's so fucking hot! You can never tell if a girl cums or just fakes it."
"I can't fake that. You fucked the cum out of me."
He lay beside me and we chatted while I played with his slimy cock. Before long, I held a rejuvenated large erection in my hand. I looked at him, he grinned back. "Want to go again?" I invited. He grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. I threw my legs in the air and he didn't hesitate to slide into my depths.
I was surprised when he picked up my dick and stroked it for a minute. I didn't think a straight boy would want to handle a dick other than his own. Then he leaned down over me, "I want to make you cum again without touching it."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his back. He kept watching my dick bouncing around as he fucked me. When he saw me squirt my load, he growled and filled me again. Marshall was definitely just what I needed. *************
After what I had seen on the news Monday, and the text I sent to Shane, I was surprised when on Tuesday he tried to talk to me in class, and sat next to me at lunch. I stood and walked away, leaving my food on the table. When I saw Marshall in the parking lot after school, I asked him for a ride, and got the fucking of my life. I was very happy about it.
Not just the fucking, but I really liked Marshall too. For a jock, he treated this smaller gay boy nice, and respectfully, not like just a cum dumpster.
So on Wednesday my ass was very happy, and Marshall was smiling from ear to ear when I sat down at lunch. Then Shane appeared again and said, "Clay, can we talk?"
"Get the fuck away from me!!!" I screamed.
"But Clay..."
Marshall stood up and in a rather threatening tone said, "I think you should leave, Shane." Then two other football players stood and glared at Shane. Since Marshall knew Shane had been fucking me, for him it was territorial. The other two jocks were just backing up their leader.
As Shane walked away I said, "Thanks guys. Um Marshall, I know you have football practice today, but could you give me a ride home after? Just in case he catches me in the parking lot."
Marshall smiled "Yeah. For sure little buddy," he said with a wink to me.
My second time with Marshall was just as good as the first. He loved to watch my little dick flop around as he fucked me. He especially liked it when I shot a load between us. Round two was even better. He lay down on me face to face as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around him as he nuzzled and kissed my neck. Then he practically folded me in half and pounded down into me. Then he kissed my lips as he filled me with his cum. It seemed like he was making love to me, not just a hole to dump his load in. Melon tits doesn't know what she's missing.
Thursday, Dad was home when we arrived. He remembered Marshall from my birthday party and shook his hand.Ovter a snack, we chatted with Dad. He seemed to really like Marshall. We went to my room, where Marshall had no choice but to cover my lips with his to keep Dad from hearing all the loud moaning I was doing.
When Marshall left, I had barely got briefs on before Dad came into my room. He stood there looking at me. "Uh ...I was just getting ready to take a shower, is there something you needed?" I asked him.
He lifted his head and glanced around. It was obvious he smelled something. The room probably reeked of sex. "Can I assume I'll be seeing more of Marshall instead of Shane from now on?"
"Probably. I don't think I can forgive Shane."
"Well Marshall seems like a good kid. He's very athletic too. I know he's the quarterback, is he on the swim team too? I noticed the speedo he wore at the party."
"No, he's not on the swim team. He just knows he looks good in a speedo."
"Yes, he does," Dad muttered.
With the odor in the room and the comments he made, I couldn't help but wonder if Dad was thinking about Marshall's large cock being in my little ass.
"Are you going to the game tomorrow?"
"Yeah. It's an away game, but I'll probably get a ride from Marshall."
"I figured you did... uh...I mean would."
Yeah, he knows. Oh well, at least I'm getting it from the well hung quarterback which should make any father proud of his gay son.
Friday's game was exciting, and Marshall won it for us. As the final whistle blew, Marshall looked up in the stands at me and smiled.
"Do I get a reward for winning the game tonight?" he asked as we drove home.
"Remember, I'm not Melon tits. I'll reward you just for being you. Whatever you want tonight, it's yours."
"You can probably guess what I want."
""Then it will be my pleasure to reward you." Then after a minute I said, "Do you wish I had big tits?"
"No. I like watching your little dick instead. And no pussy can compare to your butt.
He was definitely getting a reward tonight.
Marshall spent the night with me, and it seemed he was inside me more than out. I'm not complaining, I loved every moment of it, and I'm sure he enjoyed my company as well. I doubt he had any cum left in him to shoot, that is if he could even get hard again. He was walking gingerly when he left after breakfast.
He wasn't out the door ten minutes when Robbie showed up. He had been present on Tuesday and Wednesday when I blew up at Shane.
"What happened between you and Shane? Y'all were good friends and suddenly you hate his guts."
"That's between us. Not for you to worry about."
"Well it's obvious he feels terrible about something, and I just..."
I interrupted him saying, "It's really none of your business, and I wish you wouldn't bring it up ever again."
"Um... Okay. Well what's up with you and Marshall? He was quick to jump to your defense. And I saw you arrive at the game together."
"Hey! Let's go swimming," I said, trying to change the subject.
We changed into swimsuits. I had seen him naked lots of times, but this time I was a lot more interested in what was between his legs. Probably because of my recent experiences. Of course he was nowhere near the size of my two lovers, but it was a dick, and I like dicks.
We swam around for about an hour, then went back to my room to change. "You never answered my question about you and Marshall," he said as he pulled off his swimsuit.
I just looked at him for a moment, trying to decide how to answer that question. One way to answer it came to mind immediately. I dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbed his butt cheek, and pulled him toward me, taking his whole dick into my mouth.
"What the... Oh fuck! Oh my god!" then he could only moan as I serviced his dick. He didn't last over a couple of minutes before I was swallowing his load.
His eyes never left me while he continued to get dressed. "Have you been sucking Marshall's cock?" he finally asked.
I only smiled as I removed my swimsuit. I turned my back and started drying my legs. I could see Robbie in the mirror, his eyes were on my butt. Turning back toward him I said, "Do you want to spend the night? You haven't been here much lately."
"Yes...er... no, I can't. I promised my mom I'd go to church with her in the morning. My grandparents are meeting us there, then we're all going to lunch."
I turned my back to him again, and as I bent over to pull on my boxer briefs I said, "Your loss."
I was glad he didn't stay, because Marshall called and asked me to dinner. We went to the Cheesecake Factory, and had a great time. Then back to my house for another romp in the hay. Damn, that boy sure fucks me good!
Sunday, I ignored four calls from Shane.Around noon someone rang the doorbell. Thinking it would be Marshall, I answered it in just my underwear.
"You must be Clay. I'm Grace's son. She asked me to drop by and check on you," said a tall lanky teen as he eyed me up and down.l
"You can tell Grace I'm fine. That is, if I look Okay to you? Or do you need to check further?" I said as I stepped aside to let him enter.
Two minutes later, I was on my knees between his legs. He sat on the sofa as I tried to swallow his whole cock. He was bigger than Robbie, but not in the same league as Marshall.
I was still on the floor as he zipped his pants up. "I'll tell my mom you were just great. Maybe I'll stop by again some time."
I was jerking my dick later, thinking "I'm gonna enjoy being a slut."
Monday at school, I noticed Shane was still wearing the bracelet I gave him. The one he gave me was in a box with the cuff links I never wore again after being a usher in a formal wedding. But I did look hot in the rented tux.
I had wondered how he could afford to give me such an expensive gift. Third richest family in the state. Ass hole. At lunch Shane tried to talk to me again, so I turned to Marshall and asked him for a ride home.
He glared at Shane and said he'd be glad to give me a ride. "My dad won't be home so I can watch you practice first, then we don't need to hurry. None of this was lost on Shane. He knew exactly what it meant that my dad wouldn't be home.
On the way to my house Marshall mentioned that Robbie had hinted that something had happened between him and I. "He first said he'd noticed how friendly we've become. I said you were a nice guy. Then he said you had hidden talents. Now usually that refers to only one thing."
I didn't confirm or deny anything between Robbie and I. When we entered my room Marshall grabbed me and kissed me passionately. We parted and Marshall said, "I know you and Robbie have been friends a long time. I don't care what's happened before, but I want you all to myself." Then he pulled a chain off from around his neck. His senior class ring dangled from it as he placed it around my neck. He kissed me again and asked, "Will you be mine?"
I barely finished nodding my head before he was balls deep in my ass. Missionary style, lips locked, making love. When he filled me with his cum, and I shot mine between us, I asked, "What will Melon Tits say about this?"
"Fuck her. I don't care what she thinks."
"You better not fuck her. Your cock belongs to me now."
"Yes, it does." And to prove it, he fucked me twice more before leaving. God, I love teen boys and their recovery power.
It's strange to think that only a couple of months ago I was depressed and lonely. Now a few months into my freshman year of high school, I fell in love with one good looking well hung boy who betrayed me, and now dating and probably love another good looking well hung boy. And my slut phase is over. I'm Marshall's alone now.
Dad worked at home on Tuesday, which was fine because Marshall had a dentist appointment. He texted me later to say he'd had his wisdom teeth removed and probably shouldn't be driving.
I almost choked when at dinner, Dad mentioned how much older Marshall is and that he had probably been "around the block a few times" and had more "intimate experiences" than I'd had. I know he was hinting about us being safe sexually. I only said I didn't think Marshall was all that experienced. I didn't tell him I'd already taken numerous loads up my ass from him.
I saw Marshall every day the rest of the week, and on Friday he took me to the game. He won, and pointed at me as he walked off the field. If I were a girl, my pussy would be dripping. But I'm a boy, so my ass puckered and twitched.
I was waiting for Marshall to come out of the locker room, when Shane came up to me. "Is that Marshall's ring around your neck?"
"What difference does it make to you? You blew your chance.
"What do you really know about him? Ask him about his parents, his car, his..."
"What are you doing here Shane. I'm sure I told you to stay away from Clay," Marshall said as he approached.
"I was just reminding Clay we used to be friends."
"The key words here are "used to be". Now go away before I get angry." Shane sadly turned and walked away.
Later, as we lay cuddling, his cock still dripped cum into my ass from behind. He held my dick as we lay on our sides and fucked, so he could actually feel when I shot my load. I said "I just realized I know nothing about you. What do your parents do? Were you born and raised here?"
Marshall kissed my neck before answering. "Yep, born and raised right here. My mother's a secretary, my father.... well who knows. He didn't see fit to marry my mother, and I know nothing about him."
"Your mother could afford to buy you that sporty little BMW on a secretary's salary?"
"Lord no! That was a gift from an alumni group when I was made quarterback."
I could feel his cock throbbing back to full erection inside me. Marshall rolled me over onto my back and re-entered me from above. "Anything else you want to know before I fuck you brainless?" he asked with a grin.
"Have you ever heard the name Donahue?" I asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, I think they own the company my mom works for. No more questions. Prepare to be brainless."
I think he meant it too. I was nearly comatose when he finally filled me with another thick and creamy load.
As I tried to drift off to sleep, I considered Marshall's answers. He seemed to answer honestly, even if some of the information was a little odd. I've never heard of a high school alumni group giving a quarterback a new car. I've heard of it happening at the college level to help persuade an athlete to sign with a particular school. And it's a strange coincidence that his mother happens to work for the Donahues. I wonder what Shane thinks he knows. Why did he tell me to ask about Marshall's parents and the car? It was a fretful sleep that night.
Marshall stayed with me until Monday, and stayed in my ass as much as possible with my dad around. As he drove me to school, I received a text from Shane.
"I can explain everything. Please talk to me!"
I replied "Meet me in front of the school during football practice." With the practice field being behind the school, it was unlikely we'd be seen by any of the athletes in front.
During science class, Shane was grinning like he'd won the lottery. Maybe he did know something. Maybe I'd been too harsh with him. I did love him for a while after all. But could I forgive him?
He looked delighted to see me as I came out the front of the building, his face was as beautiful as I had ever seen it. But he wasn't getting off the hook with just his pretty face. "So, what do you want to talk about?" I said with a note of distrust in my voice.
"If you can't be with me, you can't be with Marshall either."
"What the hell are you talking about? I can be with whomever I choose."
"Marshall is my half brother. If you can't be with me because of what my father did, you can't be with him for the same reason."
"Half brother? You're lying. He didn't even know you until I introduced you to him."
"He doesn't know we're brothers. My father knocked up his mother when she was fifteen. To avoid scandal, my grandfather promised to take care of them. He was even named after my grandmother's father, Marshall Carmichael. His middle name is Carmichael."
I leered at him skeptically. "If this is all such a secret how do you know it?"
"My grandfather got very sick with covid. We didn't think he was going to survive. I went to see him. He told me not to worry because I was going to inherit most of the estate, but he would have to leave some to the other boy. I asked what other boy, and he told me the tale. My father married my mother almost a year after Marshall was born."
That all added up but it was hard to believe. "What about the car?"
"He thinks it was some alumni, but it was actually from my grandfather for his seventeenth birthday. Well, my grandfather is an alumni, so that's kinda true."
"I'll never forget seeing you on those courthouse steps standing behind your father!"
"I had no choice. My grandfather insisted on it. He still supports my mom and I, even though we moved out a year and a half ago because of my father's drinking. He said it doesn't look good if a family doesn't support an accused criminal. So, you see, you can't stay with Marshall if you can't be with me. We have the same father."
I glared at him. "There's one major difference between you two. You knew almost from the moment we met what your father did to my family. You had ample opportunity to tell me all this, yet you chose not to. Even after knowing who I was, you pursued me, practically groomed me to be your lover, then took my virginity, and continued to fuck me until I found you out. Marshall doesn't even know who he is, much less what his father did to us."
"I told you to stay away from him!!" Shane turned to see Marshall right behind him, but not soon enough to duck the fist coming at his face. ***********
Epilogue: After winning the state championship, Marshall received a new Corvette from State U. as a signing bonus. He gave the Beamer to me.
Shane's perfect smile was short two teeth and he had a broken jaw from the single blow Marshall landed.
My father filed a wrongful death suit against the Donahue estate, and after what I told Marshall, he's filing a paternity suit against the estate, too.
So far,Marshall is undefeated at college level football, and we see each other every weekend. He takes me to all the games. My father has accepted my sexuality, and gets along great with Marshall, although sometimes he complains about the noise we make at night.
I'm going to attend State U. also, and plan to be Marshall's roommate. I only hope my ass can stand the wear and tear. Who am I kidding? I love it!!
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