Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 4
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Please let me know what you think. I am at markmanscooter@yahoo.com Chapter 4: Friday Night
Part One: What the Fuck Were You Thinking?
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Eric yelled at Jake. Jake was sitting on the couch in the living room of their suite with Leo and Aaron and Tan. They'd just been hanging out, shooting the shit since Eric's and Nick's last matches. Eric walked in carrying his gym bag and he blurted that out before his bag even hit the floor. Tan avoids all conflict and just got up and went into his room.
"Dude, which one of us are you even talking to?" Aaron said. The other two boys already knew.
"My fucking asshole of a former friend!!" Eric yelled.
"That's not helping to narrow it down, Bro." Aaron said but Eric was already talking over his response.
"Seriously, what the actual fuck?!! What kind of deranged fuckwad says shit like that?!"
"Fuckwad?" Aaron said. "Ok, so it's not me. What'd you fuckers do?"
"I'll tell you what he did!" Eric yelled at Aaron. "Jacob Fuckwad Johnson just fucking hit on my girlfriend!! Like, while I was fucking wrestling!"
"Dude, you gotta stop saying 'fuckwad' - it's working against this agro shit you've got going on." Aaron said. Leo busted out laughing.
"You fucking told him?" Jake said turning to Leo. "What the fuck, Bro?"
"Fuck off, Dude. I didn't say shit...yet. And my loyalties are with my boy, Eric here. I just fucking met you." Leo said but in a way that was far less aggressive than it sounded. He was holding his hands up in the air as if to indicate that he was a mostly neutral party that didn't want to be involved in this hometown, best-friends-since-they-were-kids dispute.
"Lana fucking told me, asshole! What did you expect??!" Eric continued to yell.
"I was just kidding. You know how I am. I was just messing with her. She seemed like she liked to spar a little; you know?" Jake said. "I wasn't serious. Dude, you gotta know I was kidding. I was mostly just giving you shit about your stupid, fucking abstinence thing. Chill."
"Chill???!!" Eric yelled. "You want me to fucking CHILL???" Jake froze. He'd never seen Eric like this. He honestly just thought he was being playfully flirtatious. Eric must really be insecure about her, he thought. "You need to get the fuck out! I can't deal with your shit now. I need to focus! Seriously, you can't stay here."
"Dude, I'm sorry. Seriously. I didn't mean it like that. I was just playin' " Jake said, actually getting nervous. He'd been so excited about this weekend, and it was going so well.
"Ok, what the fuck happened?" Aaron asked as he sat dumbfounded watching two of his best friends who'd never really fought a day in the lives of their friendship before. He turned to Leo.
"Don't look at me, Bro. I'm staying out of this shit." Leo said. Aaron turned to Jake. They had drifted apart lately, but he recognized the desperation on Jake's face.
"It was nothing." Jake said to Aaron. Aaron gave him a look that said, 'I know you. I know it's definitely not nothing.'
"He fucking offered to fuck my girlfriend while I was 'out of commission' this weekend!" Eric said, using air quotes. He was still loud, but no longer yelling. His face had actually turned more sad than angry, like he felt betrayed. "He can't stay here. He's gotta stay with you." Eric directed to Aaron as if Jake wasn't even in the room or like he was talking about a toddler. Jake looked sick.
"Bro. Don't be like that. I didn't mean it that way. It was just that...you and I were talking about it, and-"
"Oh, Jesus!! Dude, it's like you don't have a fucking brain!!" Eric said. "How the fuck did you think she was going to react to that?! You treated her like a fucking whore!! I can't believe Meghan can put up with your shit. Seriously. Get the fuck out! I can't deal with this right now." Eric paused and then he looked at Aaron. "Get him the fuck out." He said to Aaron. Then he turned to Jake and added, "and I'm not your fucking bro."
Ouch. --
"Damn, Dude. You really fucked up this time." Aaron said to Jake as they rode the elevator up to Aaron's room on the eighth floor. Jake had hastily grabbed all of his stuff and jammed it into his duffel bag as Eric just stood over him and watched.
"I know." Jake said. Aaron was surprised by how little he had to say. His M.O. would normally be to deflect and try to convince everyone he was right.
"I'll text Lance. We're going to a party at their frat house tonight. I'm sure you can stay there." Aaron said. Jake looked up and was obviously confused. He looked even more sad as though he'd been rejected by his only other friend here. Aaron could practically read his mind. "I live in a single. I only have one bed. And no - we both won't fit. We're not 15 anymore. You're welcome to stay on the floor but I'm sure there will be an empty bed at the frat house somewhere. I'm guessing from your current mood, you'll be hammered anyway and it will be a struggle just getting you out of there tonight."
"You just wanna make sure you can bring some guy back to your room tonight." Jake said.
"You should try harder not to be an asshole to me too. I'm the only friend you have left here right now." Aaron said. "But you're not entirely wrong." He added and laughed. Jake laughed too which felt good. He put his arm around Aaron's shoulder and squeezed it.
"Thanks, Bro." Jake said. "You're fucking jacked, by the way."
"Thanks!" Aaron said. "I've been working hard at it."
"It shows." Jake said. "Now your body matches your dick." Aaron leaned into Jake's side embrace and smiled.
"Eric's just angry 'cause he's...you know..."
"Really fucking horny." Jake said.
"Exactly. He's stressed and really pent up. We all know that feeling when you just need to fucking get off and everything that's not about getting off makes you angry. He'll calm down." Aaron said.
"Fuck. I don't know, Bro. He's just gonna be in worse shape tomorrow. I better steer clear. He seems ready to punch me in the neck." Jake said. "I really don't want this to throw him off, you know?"
"Well, he wanted to 'keep his aggression' so I think you succeeded on that score." Aaron said.
"I really was just trying to help. He said Lana wasn't being very cool about his 'no sex' thing. Leo and I were telling her that's a real thing that coaches say. Eric said she was being kind of a bitch about it. Well, he didn't actually say, 'bitch' - I'm paraphrasing." Jake said laughing. "He said she's really horny all the time. Like he can barely keep up."
"Remind me never to share anything personal with you. Ever." Aaron said, rolling his eyes. Jake looked sad again as if he felt like he couldn't stop fucking up. His mojo was all off now.
"This will blow over, Bro. And maybe you did help them out. Maybe she'll be nicer about it." Aaron said. "So how horny?"
"I'm gonna shut the fuck up now." Jake said, unusually contrite and trying not to make things worse.
"Oh, so now you're gonna suddenly show some discretion when I wanna hear about the juicy shit?!" Aaron said. He was kidding but kind of not.
"She tied him up once." Jake said as though he couldn't help himself.
"No shit?!"
"Fucked him and just left him there for Leo to find after class." Jake added. "But that's all I'm gonna divulge." Aaron would have rolled his eyes again but was temporarily lost in the vision of finding Eric naked and tied to his bed.
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Part 2: Frat House After Party
"Whatdyado s'arvo, Mate? Seeany hotties atta tourney? S'm bloddy fine birds, Mate!! You cop a root since ya been 'er? I saw you pashing downstairs with Jen." Brett said. "I tell ya, I'm toeier than a Roman Sandle tonight. Grab me a coldie, Mate. Get yourself one too. There's cozzies on the desk. Thought I'd have better luck tonight - at least get a gobby from one of them birds tonight- or a wristy for fuck's sake."
"Are you speaking English?" Jake asked. It was a little after 2:00 AM and the party had mostly wound down. Aaron had left with some big black dude and Lance had taken Alesha back to his room before midnight. Brett was the only other person at the house that he knew and that had only been since yesterday. The party had been a decent distraction, but he was bummed he had to spend the night here. Brett said his roommate was gone for the weekend and he could sleep there. Jake was just happy he wasn't in a room with strangers.
Brett just stared back at him. He'd grabbed his crotch as said whatever he said so Jake assumed it was somehow related to sex. "Seriously, I have no idea what the fuck you just said. Am I gonna need a translator to hang with you? Where'd A go? Did he leave with that big dude?"
"Aaron?" Brett said. "He's prolly the one out getting a gobby, Mate...or the other way 'round."
"Jesus Christ." Jake said. "Got any beer? I need to fucking drink more."
"Just said, there's coldies in the esky, Mate. Grab us each one." Brett said. Jake had noticed Brett nod his head toward the mini fridge in the corner. He walked over and grabbed two bottles and handed one to Brett. They were both sitting on Brett's bottom bunk. Jake tried to twist off the bottle cap but realized he needed an opener. Brett got up and grabbed it. Jake noticed Brett's ass as he walked the three feet away from him. It was plump and round and stretched out the seat of his jeans. The ruffled edges of the waist band of his plaid boxer shorts stuck out above his belt loops as he squatted down to grab the bottle opener that was stuck to the side of the brown metal fridge by a magnet. He saw the ink of the bottom of a tattoo on his back. It wasn't a tramp stamp, thank god - so it had to be a tat that covered his whole back.
"You got a tattoo?" Jake asked.
"I do." Brett said as he turned around and opened Jake's beer first and then his own. He tossed the bottle cap across the room and banked it off his dresser drawer into the waste basket. Jake was impressed but then assumed he'd had a lot of practice from exactly that spot. "How'd ya know that?"
"I just saw the bottom of it under your shirt when you bent down." Jake said. Brett smiled.
"You wanna see it?" Brett asked.
"Sure. It looks pretty big." Jake said.
"Oh, it's pretty big, Mate." Brett said. "Wait...you mean the tattoo?" He added and laughed. Jake laughed too.
"I've seen your micro-dick. Remember?" Jake said, giving him shit back. Brett scowled. "When I first met you. Thursday night. At the bar. At the urinal?" Brett suddenly remembered Aaron's micro dick joke and smiled and nodded.
"That's right. You've already seen it." Brett laughed. "So, you know how big it is."
"You mean how average it is." Jake said teasing him again.
"I'm a grower." Brett said taking a long gulp of his icy cold beer. "Aaahhh. That tastes so good, Mate. The beer in the keg downstairs was shit."
"Even Aaron's a grower." Jake said. The conversation could have easily swerved on to something else, but Jake was happy to keep the subject matter focused on their manhood. There was something intriguing about Brett. He was good looking. He was as tall as Jake and had bleached blonde hair like a California surfer dude. It was longer and shaggy. He had green eyes that had some blue and brown in them, so they looked like glassy marbles since he was a little drunk - maybe a lot drunk. Jake couldn't tell. He had a scruffy blond beard and big feet. He'd been barefoot all night at the party. The bottoms of his jeans were tattered, and he was wearing a multicolored, braided cord around his left wrist that looked like it was made in Jamaica. He was wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt. Jake suddenly wondered if he had tats on his arms too.
"Can't imagine that thing getting any bigger." Brett said.
"Oh, it's gets a lot bigger." Jake said. "He's over eight when he's hard."
"Eight?" Brett said.
"Inches. Over eight inches. I don't know how big your Aussie boners are, but more than eight inches is a big fucking dick around here." Jake said smirking.
"What's than in centimeters?" Brett asked.
"Fuck if I know." Jake said. "Let's ask Siri." He pulled his phone from his pocket. "Siri, how big is an eight- and-a-half-inch dick in metric?"
"I don't have an answer for that." She responded. The boys busted out laughing.
"You should change her voice to the British one. That would 'av been even funnier." Brett said.
"Siri: what is 8.5 inches in centimeters?" Jake tried again.
"8.5 inches equals 21.59 centimeters." Siri responded to their more polite phrasing.
"No shit!!?" Brett said. "Crikey, that's a bloody monster!"
"I hope it's not bloody." Jake said scrunching up his nose.
"Yeah, he's not getting his todger in any fannies when they're on the rag." Brett said, laughing.
"Is that a thing?" Jake asked after finally being able to translate by context and looked disgusted.
"You've never fucked a girl on her period?" Brett asked.
"Um...no. Have you?" Jake asked.
"Actually No. that's bloody gross." Brett said and laughed and then they both looked at each other and laughed even harder when Brett realized he'd used the word 'bloody' again. They both took another long chug as though they wanted to cleanse their mental palettes of that visual. "So, you've seen it?"
"A bloody cock?" Jake said turning up his nose again.
"No, Aaron's...you know. His stiffy." Brett said.
"Oh yeah. All the time." Jake said. "We measured them in the locker room...back in high school. He's probably even bigger now. He was the biggest in the locker room...by far - probably the whole school."
"I've heard stories." Brett said.
"There are stories about A's dick?" Jake said.
"You know. Rumors. People talk about shit." Brett said. "Girls talk about that shit. They think we're rude buggers for talking about girl's tits and arses, but they're just as bloody bad. Worse even."
"I don't wanna to be master of the obvious here, but sorority girls seem like the last demographic that would have that intel." Jake said.
"You'd think - but they seem to know." Brett said. "They're prolly friends with some of the blokes he's hooked up with."
"Ah." Jake said.
"So was he ever into birds back in...what do you call it again? High school?" Brett asked and then held his fingers to his lips like he was smoking a joint.
"Birds?" Jake's asked and then translated to 'chicks' in his head. "Oh...was he ever into pussy? No. Not for one day. Aaron's always been playing for..." he stopped himself before using the term, 'the other team'. He wasn't sure why. "He's always been into dick. Since back in junior high. No interest in pussy."
"Huh." Brett said. They finished their beers and Brett opened another couple for them. "So did Aaron ever..."
"Ever what?" Jake said. He had a feeling he knew what Brett wanted to ask and he was having an internal debate about how to respond.
"Ever...you know? Offer to give you a gobby?"
"Dude, you're gonna have to use your English words." Jake said laughing. "What's a fucking gobby?"
"A blooow Jaawwb." Brett said, drawing it out in the most American accent he could muster.
"You wanna know if Aaron ever wanted to suck my dick?" Jake said.
"Yeah. You're a right good-looking Bloke." Brett said. "Why wouldn't he...if he was into dick."
"You're buddies with him now." Jake countered. "Has he ever offered to...what's the term? 'Give you a gobber?' Since he's still into dick?"
"A gobby." Brett corrected him. "And no, he hasn't."
"Well, he's seen it in the bar. Maybe it doesn't meet his standards." Jake said smirking.
"Bugger off, you bloody wanker." Brett said laughing. "He'd be lucky to have a turn on my donger."
"Would he now?" Jake said, trying to have a British accent. He was starting to get hard in his pants with all this talk. Ha was happy he was sitting down. "Maybe you should offer it up for him."
"Maybe you should." Brett responded in a lame, 'I know you are, but what am I?' way. He was unevenly matched for a battle of shit-giving with Jake.
"Maybe I have." Jake said. That just came out. He tried to hide his own shock at just blurting that out.
"Has he now, Mate." Brett asked, but his tone indicated it was the reiteration of a statement and not a confirming inquiry. "I figured he must 'av." He paused, smiling. "When you were kids? Or like last night in the dorm?" Jake tried to keep his poker face as he decided how much of the truth he wanted Brett to know. Brett seemed unusually interested. Jake felt drawn to him. He didn't want this talk of boners and masturbation and friendly blow jobs to be over.
"You know. What's a simple brojob between buddies?" Jake said. "Sometimes we'd be leaving a party and I'd have blue balls from some prick-tease, and he'd offer to give me some...relief." Jake said. He omitted the fact that this had just happened the night before - as well as their entire high school history of having every kind of boy-on-boy sex they could think of. Baby steps were required in this conversation. He wanted to find out if this scenario had ever crossed Brett's mind. Actually, it obviously had, since Brett was the one to steer the conversation down this road in the first place. He wanted to know how far down the road Brett really wanted to go. "This is just between us, Bro. I'm trying to smash something this weekend and that info wouldn't exactly improve my chances."
"You'd be surprised, Mate. I think a lot o' girls would think that was hot or want to be the one to...straighten you out, so to speak." Brett said.
"Really?" Jake asked. He hadn't had that experience in high school, and he knew there were rumors about he and Aaron.
"Mate, you have no idea how often those sorority birds wanna root up with Aaron." Brett said. "He could get so much bloody twat, mate!"
"No shit?" Jake said. "That's probably just because they've heard about his porn cock."
"So how was he?" Brett asked. Jake looked confused. "You know - at gobbling your knob?" Brett said as he made the gesture for blow jobs with his fist at his mouth. Jake pictured Brett holding his own stiff cock and watching that blonde beard around it mashing up against his bush.
"I'm not gonna lie, Bro. The boy has some fucking skills." Jake said.
"Bloody Hell. Really, Mate?" Brett said. "I've always heard blokes know how to do it better...on account of having one. Makes sense, don't it?"
"I guess it does." Jake said playing along as though that logic had never occurred to him. "So, you never...messed around when you were a kid?"
"Not like that." Brett said. "Nothing oral."
"Just...what do you guys call it? Wanking? Tossing off?" Jake said.
Brett laughed. "Yeah, Mate. How'd you know that?"
"Brit videos on Pornhub." Jake said and they both laughed. They'd both finished their second beer. "I think I need another." Brett handed him the opener. Jake had hoped Brett was going to get up to go to the fridge. He didn't want to stand up because of the stiff one in his pants. "Maybe I'll wait. I've had a lot tonight."
"C'mon, Mate. One more." Brett said and he stood up and walked to the fridge. Jake admired his firm, round ass again. Then he turned and Jake saw the bulge of his obvious boner even though Brett was holding the beers in front of his groin.
"Nice woodie, Bro." Jake said.
"Yeah, all this talk of gobbies gave me a chubby." Brett said blushing. "What are you doing spying on it?"
"Hard to miss." Jake said and grabbed the cold bottle from him. Their fingers met and Jake held them there while he popped the cap off. Beer foam started to bubble up and run down the side of the bottle. Jake leaned forward and licked the side and then covered the mouth of the bottle with his own to slurp up the beer. Brett looked down. The sexy image of his handsome new friend, Jake, seated on edge of his bed, leaning forward toward the phallic neck of the bottle protruding from his crotch was not lost on him. Jake saw Brett's boner twitch in his jeans at the sight, making more blood surge to his own already hard cock.
"So did Aaron ever ask you to return the favor?" Brett asked.
"Every fucking time, Bro. You know Aaron. He's not shy about asking for what he wants. Doesn't mean he's gonna get it though."
"So...he never got it?" Brett said. "You just left your mate with blue balls instead?" Brett asked.
"You know how fucking big and girthy it is, Dude. That's not the one to use as your starter model." Jake said, deflecting with what was essentially still the truth. Aaron hadn't been his first. "So, let's see your tat."
"Alright." Brett said. He seemed eager now to show it off. His set down his beer giving Jake an encumbered view of the obvious long boner poking off to the side in Brett's jeans. It looked like Jake could reach into his right pocket and grab the tip. There were two white patches on either side of the seam at his crotch where his balls had rubbed the fabric bare. He was full-on picturing Brett naked as he casually pulled his shirt off over his head, giving Jake a lingering view of the Aussie boy's beautiful chest. He had thick blonde hair covering the entirety of the front of his body. Hair extended down to cover his stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his old-school cotton boxers. Jake's cock was now officially a raging hard on. He squeezed it discreetly before setting his beer bottle on his lap in hopes it would quell his growing horniness.
Brett turned around to show off his back. Every inch of his back was covered in ink. It was an elaborate sunset on a beach with a surfer riding the crest of a wave. The sunset was a brilliant mixture of oranges and reds and purples over a sea of white foam and many different blues of the ocean. There were birds and clouds and the silhouette of a girl in a bikini on the beach also holding a board. "It's supposed to be me."
"In the bikini?" Jake said knowing it would piss him off.
"Bugger off!!" Brett said, laughing fortunately. He was about to turn back around when Jake stood up quickly and stopped him.
"Wait. I wanna look closer. This is really cool, Bro. Really beautiful. How long did it take?" Jake said and he ran his hand over the ink as though he thought it would rub off on his fingers. He didn't know anyone who'd gotten a tattoo. He wanted to feel it - to see how it moved as he pressed on Brett's flesh.
Brett flinched when Jake touched him. "Your hands are cold." He said quietly. Jake quickly removed them like he was touching a hot stove.
"Sorry, Bro. The beer bottle. Wait." He rubbed his palms together to warm up his hands and then gently placed them back on Brett's shoulder blades and moved his hands around his muscular back. "This is so cool. How far down does it go?"
"A bit more." Brett said and yanked his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his ass, exposing about four inches of his crack. His ass was covered with the same blonde hair as his chest - enough to obscure the image at the bottom of the beach but it was the color of sand so blended in.
"Your ass is too fucking hairy for a tat, Bro." Jake commented as his hands moved down so that his fingertips were brushing against the fur at the top of Brett's ass. Jake brushed his thumb along the top of his crack.
"Yeah, he had to shave my ass to do it down there. It was a right drag, Mate. Itched like a bugger growing back. Embarrassing as shit. That's why I stopped. It's not like everyone's gonna see it.
"Just the important people. This must have taken forever." Jake said genuinely curious.
"It took a month of Saturdays." Brett said. "no, wait: five Saturdays. It was a lot."
"So cool." Jake said. "It's making me want one."
"You don't have any?" Brett said. "I thought everyone in America had tattoos."
"I'm not everyone." Jake said.
"I know." Brett said and they clinked their bottles and took another big chug of their beers. "Looks like you cracked a fat too, Mate."
"A what?"
"A stiffy."
"I didn't want you to be embarrassed." Jake said as though he'd gotten a boner to do Brett a favor. "It wasn't your tat if that's what you're thinking."
"So, you had one before?" Brett asked.
"I did." Jake said. "All this talk of...gobbies." He smiled. Brett smiled back.
It wasn't my arse then either?" Brett said.
"Too hairy for me, Bro." Jake said. "I prefer them smooth and connected to a..." Brett cut him off.
"A warm wet hole."
"Exactly." Jake responded.
"So is Aaron's arse smooth?" Brett said trying to give Jake shit.
"You seem very interested in Aaron's naked body." Jake said. Brett blushed and had no comeback after his ball busting backfired. "His was smooth as a baby's bottom in high school. He's gotten to be a big boy now in college though, so maybe he's grown some hair below the belt now too.
"So, no tats to show me?" Brett asked again, changing the subject.
"Nope." Jake said and paused. "I do have a lightning bolt trimmed into my pubes though."
"No way." Brett said.
"Way."
"Prove it." Brett said.
"You wanna see my pubes?" Jake said suddenly enjoying being in control of another guy again. It was like the old days. He didn't feel in control with Meghan...or with any girls. He wasn't in charge. He liked being in charge. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask the question a second time. "Tell me you want me to pull down my pants and show you my bush."
"Right. Do it." Brett said, nonchalantly.
"Do what?" Jake asked. Brett smirked. He was catching on.
"Take your bloody pants down and show it to me."
"You can do it if you wanna see it that bad." Jake said, shrugging.
"Bugger off!" Brett said.
"Ok then." Jake said and took another sip of beer and started to sit down.
"Bloody bogan! You're a cocky little shit." Brett said stopping him from sitting on the bed. He reached forward and grabbed Jake's belt and started to unbuckle it. He pulled it all the way out and then unbuttoned Jake's jeans and unzipped them.
"You can get a better look on your knees." Jake said. Brett froze and his eyes got wide. He locked his gaze into Jake's who gave Brett his devilish grin. "Seriously. It's a better view." Amazingly, Jake thought, Brett complied. He slowly lowered himself to his knees and then grabbed Jake's jeans and boxer briefs and pulled them to his ankles together. Jake's boner swung up and hit Brett in the chin. Brett looked up and blushed. "Whatdaya think?" Jake added in a more playful tone like he was showing off his new car to a buddy.
Brett looked at Jake's lightning bolt and smiled. "Nice!" It's...hot. Doesn't compare to my tat though."
"I didn't mean the lightning bolt." Jake said grinning again and thrusting his boner against Brett's cheek. Brett backed away as Jake's cock hit his face but then he looked at it - like really looked at his stiff cock. He was looking at it like he never been this close to one. Then he moved his head over and brushed his cheek against it again. Jake moaned. Brett brushed the head across his face and then his lips. He got his nose under the underside of Jake's shaft and ran it up until his lips were at Jake's cock head again.
"Bugger me." Brett whispered to himself and then took Jake's cock in his mouth. Brett moaned and played with Jake's head inside his mouth with his tongue. Jake moaned too.
"Fuck, yeah, Bro. That feels sooooo good." Jake said. "You can take yours out. I wanna see it hard." Brett unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with one hand and yanked them a few inches down his thighs with his boxers - just enough to free his balls too. His boner sprang up. "Fuck yeah! That's hot. That's a nice one, Bro!" Jake said in encouragement. "Give it some tugs. Make it feel good too."
"You gonna give me a gobby too, Mate?" Brett said as though suddenly worried about fairness and what this all meant.
"Yeah. I'm gonna suck your cock too. It's been a long time and I fucking miss it."
"I thought you said you didn't do it with Aaron?" Brett said.
"No, I said his wasn't my first." Jake replied. "Shut up now. You can't talk with your mouth full."
Brett went back down on Jake's cock.
"Teeth, Buddy. Careful. Just do what you like." Jake said looking down to watch his boner disappearing into the blonde beard. Brett's messy blonde hair was covering his bush. Jake gently put his hand on Brett's naked shoulder and ran his fingers over the purple ink of his tattoo before sliding it over to his neck.
He reached his hand around the back of Brett's neck and slowly guiding his stiff shaft further down Brett's throat. He would start to gag, and Jake would release and pull out and then gently pull him in again until, after about ten minutes, he had most of his seven inches between Brett's lips. "My balls, Buddy. Don't forget about my balls." Brett reached his right hand up and grabbed Jake's scrotum. "That's it, Bro. Perfect. Not too hard - not too soft. Just treat 'em like you like yours done. You like your balls played with when someone's sucking on your cock, right, Bro?"
"Mmmm Mmmm." Brett mumbled in the affirmative.
"Don't forget about your own cock, Bro. Make sure you're having fun too. I can see it down there. You got some juice dripping out, Bro. You must be liking this. Are you liking the feeling of sucking my cock?"
"Mmmm Mmmmm!" Brett mumbled with a little more enthusiasm.
"Looks like it's turning you on - making your cock extra hard down there. Is it getting even harder, Bro? It's so hot looking down and watching it. Go ahead. Give it a tug." Brett let go of Jake's nut sack and wrapped his fist around his own stiff shaft instead. He moaned onto Jake's cock and then pulled off. He sat back on his heels and started jacking off.
Jake was initially annoyed but then decided to enjoy the view. Brett's big bicep was flexing as he stroked. His beautiful, tan, hairy body was gently writhing as his thrust his stiff cock up into his fist. He had a beautiful erection - about 7 inches like Jake's but perfectly straight and pointing up right at Jake's junk. The base was lodged into a mass of grayish blonde pubes that were wild and untamed like the rest of his body hair. It spread out and down around his cock to engulf his entire ball sack. His heavy balls were swinging out from under all the hair as his stroked. He was starting to stroke faster. Jake was worried he would pass the point of no return and their fun would undoubtedly be over.
"That's really hot, but you need to be multitasking." Jake said as he thrust his hips forward and wagged his boner at Brett's face. Brett's intensity was broken as he let out a laugh.
"Ok, Mate." He said. "I'll get back to work."
"You make it sound like a chore." Jake said. Brett looked up at him and smiled.
"It's not."
"You like it?"
"I do, Mate." He said and went back down on Jake's cock. "You taste good."He reached around and grabbed both of Jake's smooth, round ass cheeks as if to steady himself. He moaned and continued to bob up and down.
"Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Really suck on it. You're doing such a good job, Bro. Feels sooo good." Jake said. After a few more minutes Brett pulled off.
"I need a break. My jaw's gettin' tired." Brett said.
"You lasted a long time for your first time." Jake said. "This is your first time, right?"
"Yes." Brett said.
"You really took to it." Jake said. "Been thinking about trying it though?"
"Sometimes." Brett said and blushed and smirked at the same time.
"Thinking about it while you jerk off in the morning?" Jake added.
"Sometimes." Brett said. He suddenly seemed embarrassed.
"Stand up." Jake said. Brett stood up. His tattered jeans fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.
"Jesus, you're a stud, Bro." Jake said. "Turn around again. I wanna see your whole ass." Brett smiled and turned around. Then he held his arms up in a body-building pose and flexed.
"Damn, Dude. You just made the waves move in the ocean. Can you make the bikini girl shake her ass?" Jake said and Brett laughed and turned around. "No, turn around again, I wasn't done admiring your ass. Dude, it's like all muscle." Brett laughed again and flexed his ass cheeks, making the dimples even more pronounced. You could see the definition even through the blonde fuzz. "Ok, get over here. It's your turn."
Brett turned and smiled and walked over and stood in front of Jake who was still sitting on the edge of bed with his legs far apart and his loose balls hanging off the edge of the mattress, his own boner sticking straight up and obscuring the lightning bolt. "Spread 'em." Jake said. Brett looked shocked at being given an order, but he smiled and moved his feet slightly further apart than his shoulders. "Grab the top bunk, Bro. And close your eyes." Brett gripped the top of wide wooden plank that held the upper mattress in. "Nice. Enjoy, Bro."
"Oh my goooood!" Brett said as Jake took him in his mouth. Jake was an expert at giving head. He sucked Aaron's huge porn cock almost every day of high school. He sucked it everywhere - the locker room of course when everyone was gone, in their cars after school and on the way to school too, in their bedrooms - mostly Aaron's - Jake's mother always seemed to be hovering at his house. They blew each other in the shower stalls at the gym almost every time they worked out. They blew each other in the basement restroom stall at school where no one ever went, under the bleachers at night at the football field, behind the curtains on the auditorium stage, and once in the science lab storage room. Jake was good at it - and Brett was in heaven.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Bloody Hell." Brett said as his knees buckled. Jake knew what he was doing telling him to hang on to the top bunk.
"You like that?" Jake said, loving being in control of giving his new hot buddy so much pleasure.
"Fucking hell. Mate." Brett said between ragged breaths. "I didn't know a gobby could feel this good. This is like nothing before. Fucking Hell!" His knees buckled again as Jake easily took him to the base, burying his nose in Brett's big golden bush. Then he moved down to Brett's balls. He moaned again as Jake sucked one into his mouth and gave it a gentle tug. "Bugger Me, Mate!! Jesus!!"
"Dude, you need to fucking shave your sack." Jake said as he stopped to try to scrape a pubic hair off his tongue.
"I know. Lance has been telling me that since school started." Brett said.
"Lance has seen your ball sac?" Jake asked as he licked the sides of Brett's shaft.
"Yeah. Of course. It's just one big open shower here. Four heads. Everyone's seen everything. Lance says I'd get more...repeat business if I did some manscaping."
"Yeah girls don't like this." Jake said playing with the hairs hanging off of Brett's balls that were now wet with Jake's spit.
"Lance told me Jen said they call me the 'jungle down under' in their house."
"That's actually sorta cool. They don't seem that clever." Jake said. He continued to slurp on Brett's cock head as they talked.
"I know, right?" Brett said. Jake thought it was kind of cute that Brett had picked up some American phrases.
"So Lance manscapes?" Jake asked picturing his junk from their brief encounter at the bar urinal last night.
"Yeah, he does it in the shower. He has a whole routine. He's meticulous. He's shown me how, but I don't know, Mate. I don't want a razor that close to my donger. You know?" He paused. "I gotta say your lightning bolt is making me want to give it a go though."
"Maybe I'll...be your barber." Jake said. He was picturing a room full of naked frat boys in the house shower, and it was bringing him back to his glory days when he held court in the high school locker room.
"Who's YOUR barber?" Brett asked assuming that would be hard to do on yourself.
"Uh..." Jake debated in his head. What the fuck. "My dad's boyfriend, Matt." Brett's made a small grunt and his cock drooled out precum in response.
"Wait, what??!!"
"You heard that right." Jake said.
"Your dad...?" Brett started but was clearly still working it out in his head. "So, your mum and dad aren't married anymore." Brett said.
"Nope. Not since my mom caught 'em in bed together." Jake said.
"Fucking Hell!" Brett said. "That must have been..." he couldn't find the right words again.
"A lot?" Jake said. "Yeah, it sucked. It wasn't like they were good before though. My mom's...well, never mind." He added and went back down on Brett's cock.
"Oh, Fuck." Brett said, moaning. He let Jake blow him for a couple more minutes as he alternated picturing two middle-aged men going at it - and also the frat house shower room full of his naked brothers. That was a common visual though that he pictured nearly every day when he whacked off. The image of the two dads was winning in his head. "So...did you know? Like before your mom caught 'em?"
Jake pulled off. "Oh, yeah. I'd caught 'em before. They thought they were careful, but they weren't."
"And you didn't tell anyone? Your mom?"
"Nope. It worked out to my advantage to have that classified intel in my back pocket if you know what I mean. I got a car out of the deal, for one thing." Jake said and sucked Brett's head into his mouth again. His precum tasted so good.
"Ah. I get it. Smart." Brett said. "Can I do it again?"
"Huh?" Jake said pulling off.
"Can I suck it again?"
"Oh - Fuck yeah, Bro!" Jake said, laughing. "Let's just sixty-nine." He pulled his shirt off over his head, so he was completely naked and laid back on Brett's bed. "Climb on."
"Damn. You look good naked." Brett said. "How does this work?"
"Swing you legs around. You have seen this in porn, right?"
"Of course." Brett said.
"With two guys?" Jake asked, giving his devilish grin that indicated he was already part of that club.
Brett hesitated. "Of course, Mate." Then he smiled back. He swung his hips over Jake's head, so his hairy balls were dangling right over Jake's nose. Jake leaned up and kicked them making Brett jolt and giggle like a girl. He jokingly spread his legs out and dropped his ball sac down on Jake's face. Jake countered by sliding his hands up the back of Brett's fuzzy blonde thighs and pushing his thumb hard against Brett's big pink pucker.
"Crikey, Mate!! Bloody Hell! What the fuck was that?"
"Just playing with your hole, Bro. Chill out. It feels good, doesn't it?" Jake asked as he licked his thumb and then tapped it more gently and rubbed it around the edge in a circle.
"Fuck. Yeah, it does." Brett said. "No one's ever...touched me back there."
"You don't play with your hole when you jack off?" Jake asked in a tone that implied Brett was missing out.
"Nope."
"Next time you will." Jake said confidently knowing he'd opened a flood gate in Brett's sexual levee.
"Yeah, maybe." Brett said and then held Jake's curved boner straight up and took it in his mouth. "Mmmmmm." He instinctively arched his back as he sucked, and Jake was able to get Brett's shaft in his mouth as well. This was the right angle for the curve of Jake's shaft to more easily slide into the back of Brett's throat. He gagged a few times but kept trying with increasing success.
They went at it for a few more minutes. Jake was getting close. He couldn't believe how long Brett was lasting. It must be nervousness tempering his horniness because the boy was rock hard and drooling boy juice, so it wasn't that he wasn't turned on.
"So is your dad's boyfriend hot?"
"Oh, fuck, Bro. He's so hot! He needs a fucking hair cut but otherwise yeah. Dark...super hairy...hairy ass like you. He's-"
"I thought you said you like smooth asses." Brett said.
"I lied." Jake said. They both started laughing. "To be fair, I like a wide variety."
"He sounds hot." Brett said, still curious about these older men. He knew it was creepy to ask about Jake's dad. "Have you seen him naked?"
"Oh fuck. All the time. We all live in the same apartment together now after my parents split. We all go to the same gym. All the time."
"Ya ev'r catch 'em?" Brett asked. "Or seen 'em...you know...aroused?"
"All the time." Jake said and went back to sucking Brett's balls. "Matt's got the biggest balls you've ever seen."
"No shit?!" Brett said. He was continuing to stroke Jake as he was now talking more than sucking. He stroked up and saw a long string of precum ooze out of Jake's piss slit. Brett dropped his head down to slurp it up. "Just hard or actually doing it?" Brett was also drooling like a leaky faucet.
"All of the above, Bro." Jake said.
"You've caught 'em fucking?"
"Yes!" Jake said. "I'm gonna..."
"Like actually fucking? Like up the ass?"
"Yes!" Jake moaned. "Oh fuck. I can't..."
"Like who was fucking who?" Brett said. "Which one was...you know. Doing the actual fucking?"
"Both." Jake said. "They both fuck each other all the fucking time. All they do is fuck! Oh fuck. I'm-" Jake said and launched his cum load right up onto Brett's face. "Cumming. Fuck. Stroke me! Jesus. Don't fucking stop!"
"Fuck! FUCK! Gross. Oh my god!" Brett said as Jake's jizz splattered across his face. He did start stroking again though. "What the fuck!?" Brett added when he felt Jake's mouth on his asshole. "Oh my god!" He added but this time out of pleasure. "Bloody Hell! What are you doing back there. Oh my god!" Brett reached down and grabbed his cock and started stroking fast and furiously. "Fuck yeah. That's bloody fucking amazing!" Then he surprised himself and leaned down and slurped up Jake's swollen, dripping cock head into his mouth and tasted the last of his semen as it oozed out. Jake's cock was so soft, and it was smaller now and felt so good in his mouth. "Oh my...SHIT!!" Brett said as he started cumming. He launched his load right onto Jake's deflating manhood - between his legs and on his knees and shins. Then the last of it drained out onto Jake's chin and neck.
He was breathing hard and just rolled over off of Jake onto his side. They were both lying on the bed with their heads at opposite ends.
"No one's ever done that before." Brett said.
"Made you cum?" Jake joked.
"Made me cum that fast by...I don't even know what to call that. Don't you Americans have some bloody crazy name for that? Something about salad."
Jake laughed. "Toss your salad."
"Yeah!! That's it. You tossed my salad, Mate!"
"And it's been a while since you've showered, Bro."
"Fuck. Sorry, Mate." Brett said. "I showered before the party. I was just dancing around a lot. At least I didn't...you know...like my arse was still clean."
"I'm just giving you shit, Bro. Your fuzzy ass was hot. Next time you'll need more than my tongue."
"There's gonna be a next time?"
"Yeah in about six hours. It's late and I have to be up to be at the wrestling tournament in the morning." Jake said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot why you were here. Who's your mate in the tourney?"
"Eric Giordano." Jake said.
"Oh yeah. I don't know him, but doesn't he go out with Lana Baxter?"
"Yeah. You know Lana?" Jake asked.
"Everybody knows Lana, Mate." Brett said. "And every guy wants to be Eric."
"Even you?" Jake said.
"Especially me. Then I'd have you as a best mate."
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