Davmoore Brotherhood

Davmoore Brotherhood

Part 3

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The last few days had been both fun and stressful. Finals exams were upcoming, and I had hella studying to do. Thankfully, we all helped each other out in the frathouse; both with the studying and relieving each other's sexual tensions, though I admit that the latter suffered a great deal but passing our exams was crucial; not only to our back up plans if our football careers went south but also in order to stay on the team. Every member was required to maintain a minimum of a 3.0 GPA. It was only my freshman year but I quickly realized how much I'd have to pull my big boy pants up when it came to academics.

As the grueling gauntlet of pens and paper, notes and annotations, text books and library time became nigh unbearable, we all decided it would be a good idea to blow off some steam that weekend; before wrap up classes and the official study week began.

It started off innocently enough. The frathouse leader, Jaron Bender, had managed to get a few kegs of beer in. We started with drinking games and before long, a lot of the guys were stumbling; the straight ones at least. It was all part of Jaron's plan.

Jaron Bender, quarterback. Aged 21, height 6'4, weight 230 lbs; a dark skinned, dreadlocked perfect specimen of masculinity. Damien had told me he was fully versatile, and that they'd fucked a few times before. I hadn't had a chance to test the waters since, as frat leader, Jaron never seemed to be around that often. Plus, he was super DL with a steady girlfriend so he had to spend lots of time with her. As such, I had become Damien's steady fuck buddy.

With the flow of beer; and some other booze, the secret brotherhood let our straight team mates drink themselves silly. We needed them to pass out so we could have our own fun without 21 awkward questions. A few hours later and they were all out.

We piled into the cars. Niles rode with Damien, while Jaron told me to ride with him. It would be my first time really having extended interaction with him outside of football. We started the engines and headed through the college town and along the highway into the city proper.

"So, freshman...your name was Chaz, right?" Jaron began.

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm fucking with you," he chuckled. "I been knowing your name for a while but we never really got to connect."

"Yeah, 'cuz you been doing frat leader shit, and I been doing freshman shit," I retorted with a smile.

"True that. It ain't easy being the head of two frats, know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess. Secrecy is hard enough as one man. Making sure every one else's secret is safe too must be quite a responsibility."

"It is. That's one of the reasons I wanted you to ride with me. Where we're going, there are a couple things I need you to know."

"Shoot," I said, all ears.

"Aight. Number one, it's a sex party but I know you figured that out already."

"True."

"Cool. Of course, it's for us DL niggas. There will be guys from two other college football frats there; the Penport Stallions and the Matheuson Wild Dogs. You might recognize a few faces from our games against each other, and that's cool but one thing; when we get together, we don't ask or call each other's names."

"OK...weird rule. We're all in it together."

"True but it's an old rule from before, kind of tradition."

"Ah ok. I gotchu, man."

"Great. However, if you and a dude wanna do more than fuck, there is a room provided for socializing but don't get your hopes up for anyone being in there. We all just there to fuck, get a few nutts, and get out."

"Aight. No problem. I been DL since high school. I know how it goes."

"Good. Now that I know I can fully trust you at this big boy event... I been hearing good things about you from the brothers; about that big hard dick of yours," he grinned.

"Yeah? I'm glad. You wanna test it?"

"For sure. I'd love to right now but the moment we get inside the party, I'm sucking the nutt out of you."

That made my dick stand right up. He glanced at it then reached over and groped my trapped bulge.

"Let it out and lemme feel it," he said.

I pulled down my sweatpants. My dick popped up as his warm hand sealed around it. He stroked me gently as he steered with one hand and kept his eyes on the road. He thumbed the head as my precum started to flow.

"Damn, freshman. I'm gonna have a good time with this dick tonight."

"You have no idea," I smiled, and put away my dick as we entered the brightly lit city.

The building was near the docks. The apartments there were cheap, and I learned the place was owned and maintained by brotherhood alumni. At first I thought we'd be fucking on some dirty-ass mattresses when I saw the state of the interior. It wasn't dirty but paint had peeled off the walls, the floor was stripped and there were only about three lights down a long corridor.

However, when I got inside the largest apartment on the ground floor, I was stunned. Despite the dim lights, I could tell it was well kept. The paint was smooth on the wall. There were lockers near the door for our stuff; tables, couches and settees; a large flat screen playing a silent porn short on repeat. Of course, it was also a bit humid; the scent of cum and ass and sweat weighed down the air, along with the deep moans of men being fucked by men and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh.

I followed the lead of Jaron, Damien and Niles as we got naked and put our things in assigned lockers. The doorman--a man who looked about 40 and no doubt was one of the alumni--grinned as he handed us each a necklace with our locker number on a cheap metal pendant so he would know whose stuff was whose.

"Have a good time, fellas," he smiled.

My dick got hard instantly as Jaron draped his arm over my shoulder and led me to an empty couch. I spread my legs. He knelt and went to work on my hard dick.

"That's it," I whispered, leaning my head back as I savored his wet mouth on my dick-head.

He worked my helmet over for a while then slid further down my shaft. I grabbed a fistful of his locks and made him swallow me all the way. He choked a bit but quickly adjusted, holding me in his throat for a moment before retreating to work on the head again. I kept my hand on the back of his head as he bobbed up and down; his sexy lips stretched around my dick and making it wet as fuck.

On either side of me, the moans and squelching of hot man-on-man sex nearly drowned the sweet sound of Jaron choking on my dick as I forced him down again. This time when he pulled off, my dick was dripping wet.

"You ready to get fucked?" I teased, slapping my dick on his lips.

"Fuck yeah, nigga, but eat my ass out first."

"For sure," I said, standing up. He got on the couch and pulled his knees back to his chest.

I knelt and dug my face into his hot ass. I swirled my tongue around in his hairy crack then sunk deep into his ass. He moaned and gripped the back of my head as I flicked my tongue round inside his tight ring. When I sucked on his pucker, I could tell he topped way more than he bottomed. I usually liked my boy-pussy sloppy but how could I deny fucking such a tight hole?

I smacked his tight muscle ass, gave it one more good lick from his tail-bone to his balls then grabbed a packet of lube from the bowl on the table. I drizzled some onto my dick then fingered the rest into his ass. He bit his lip as he pulled his knees back close to his ears.

"Fuck me, nigga," he begged.

I aimed my dick at his hole and pushed in.

"Ahhhhh shit, dawg!" he gasped.

His hole was definitely tight. It tried to fight me but I rubbed my dick-head over the sweet wrinkled entryway until he relaxed then I pushed forward.

"Yeeeeeeah, nigga! Fuck, this ass is tight!" I moaned as I pinned his legs down to his chest and worked the rest of my dick in.

Those silky walls chewed on my dick like no other. It felt almost like a vice grip but I pushed through, going deeper each time his asshole relaxed until I was buried up to my balls.

"Ooooooh shit, freshman! Beat that pussy open, dawg!"

I worked my waist back and forth, round and round; churning my dick while pushing in and out at the same time. Jaron's eyes rolled up in his head and he sighed his pleasure. I fucked faster; pulling out till just the head was buried then shoving all the way back in. I wanted to fuck a wide open path through his tight ass; to get his hole to the buttery sloppy state of Niles' and Damien's that I loved shoving my dick into. Speaking of whom,

"Lemme eat that ass out," Damien whispered from behind.

I clambered over Jaron and shoved my dick in harder.

"Yeah, dawg! Fuck me like that," Jaron moaned, holding onto his ankles as I plowed through him for a moment then slowed down to let Damien shove his tongue up my ass.

That shit turned me right on. I tried to keep my pace slow and steady for Damien but I couldn't hold back for long. I pushed Damien back and slammed into Jaron, faster and harder and deeper.

"Oh shit, nigga! Fuck! Fuck! Yeeeeeah, dawg! Gimme all that dick!" he growled.

"You want all this dick?"

"Fuck yeah!"

I yanked my dick out and turned him over. Realizing he was too tall, I forced his front half down on the floor while his butt remained up on the couch. I clambered over him and shoved back inside, fucking him using my core strength and my legs on his for balance. I got a good angle and slammed my dick deep into him. We both gasped. I had slid into someplace deep inside. His hole got super silky and wet all of a sudden, and I nearly came.

I held still for moment then resumed beating his hole out but had to stop every once in a while as his asshole got silkier and creamier and wetter with every stroke. I fucked him harder and that wet chocolate ass squelched on my dick. I could feel the spectators around me, waiting their turn on Jaron's ass. I didn't want to quit fucking his creamy dark booty but I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Take this fucking nutt, nigga! ARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

I felt Damien's tongue up my ass again as I flooded Jaron. I pushed back on his face as he grabbed my ass-cheeks and slobbered all over my hairy crack. Finally, I pulled out. I stood off to the side as I watched some other dark-skinned dude with a thick beard spin Jaron around so he was on all fours on the couch. He aimed his big dick in and started fucking as Jaron moaned and pushed back on it.

"Damn! That was some good fucking."

I turned to the guy next to me. Even in the dim light, I could see who he was: Gino Jacksen, my fellow running back and rival from Penport. Aged 18, height 5'9, weight 183 lbs; brown-skinned and sexy with a clean-shaven face and low caesar cut, tattoos on his arms and pelvis.

"Yo, wassup?" I asked, remembering not to say his name.

"Horny," he smirked and grabbed my hard dick. "Up to fuck another tight hole?"

"Always," I replied as he led me by the dick to a settee.

I stood in front of him as he grabbed my ass in both hands and pulled me into his throat. Damn! He was sucking the nutt and ass-juice off my dick. I held onto his shoulders for balance and fucked his throat, nice and slow. I held my dick in his gullet until he choked and his eyes watered.

"Damn, nigga! Choke me with that dick again," he panted.

I held the back of his head and guided him down on my dick. I gripped his throat with my other hand and felt both inside and out as I slid into his gullet.

"Ahhhh fuck yeah, nigga! Swallow me to the balls!"

I put one foot up on the settee and shoved forward so his head was leaned all the way back. No escape. I fucked in and out of his throat. Spit dribbled down his chin onto his chest in a long slimy string. I held the back of his head and punched through his throat like it was pussy. He gagged and I pulled out; my dick coated in sticky saliva. He panted and coughed then leaned in to suck on my balls. I climbed up on the settee fully and lowered my balls into his mouth; tea-bagging.

"Ooooh yeah, nigga. Suck my fucking balls, just like that," I growled.

Once my balls were nice and wet, I turned and forced my ass on his face. Gino immediately began eating me out; which only made my dick jump harder. He held me by the waist; slurping and smacking on my hole like a starving man. I reached down and stroked his hard dick. He was not as hung as me but his dick would still be a challenge for a beginner bottom. I thumbed the head and he moaned into my ass.

"Enough of that. Lemme get in that ass," I said, hopping down from the settee.

Gino got on all fours and pushed his ass back. I lubed him up and guided my dick-head to his asshole. The warm wet fuck-hole let me in, and he was wet and creamy as fuck. No doubt I was getting sloppy seconds (felt more like fourths or fifths). I sunk in to my balls and felt the creamy heat encase my dick. I wrapped my arms around his chest and fucked him in long steady strokes while sucking on his neck. He was one sexy motherfucker. From the moment I'd seen him on the field I'd wanted to fuck him. He felt good in my arms. His body was compact, muscular and smooth. His boy-pussy gave good grip even though it had been beat out to a sloppy, cream-filled mess but that was the type of ass I loved to fuck the most.

"Damn, nigga! You got that good dick," he whispered.

"It's yours for the night if you want it like that," I replied.

"Hell yeah," he said, turning his head.

His lips met mine and we swapped spit as I fucked him harder, and the cream spilled onto my balls. He moaned into my mouth with every thrust. I pressed his face to the back of the settee, held him by the shoulders and pounded the fuck out of that hot and creamy boy-pussy. White sprinkles of cream glowed in the dim light as they splattered over his round cheeks and lower back. The stuff splattered up over my abs but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his slippery asshole on my dick; on the sloppy sound it made each time I slammed deep.

"I'm about to add another nutt up in you, nigga!"

"Breed me!" he moaned. "I want all that nutt!"

A few more strokes and I roared, shooting my nutt up Gino's eager, cream-filled chute. I held myself deep inside him for a moment as I recovered but I refused to pull out. His ass was too damn good! He pushed back on my dick and, in response, I churned my dick round in his sloppy tunnel. I held his waist and fucked back and forth; looking down at the cream coating my dick as I punched in and out. I shoved him up against the back of the settee and assaulted his mouth. His tongue slithered between my lips and we exchanged sloppy wet kisses. Spit dangled from his lips as I pulled away.

I drooled more spit onto the meeting of my dick and his ass, and continued fucking. I wasn't going to stop until he begged me to.

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