Poor Rich Boy

Poor Rich Boy

By

Percxyz@aol.com

At 21, I built a pretty nice house in an exclusive neighborhood. I had inherited a nice chunk of money from my grandparents along with a bunch of commercial real estate that was all paid for and managed by a company. All I had to do was sit back and collect the checks each month. Being the oldest grandchild, had been the first to break the Trust, which meant plenty of ready cash for me and no real chance of ever digging into the principal. I had always grown up with everything I wanted or asked for, being an only child, but this took things to a new level. Since I only had two cousins, my share of the income from cash portion of the Trust would keep me more than comfortable for life. The rental income that I received from the real estate was just icing on the cake.

Most of my neighbors in the suburban community where I built my new crib were in their 50's and 60's, having spent much of their lives working their way up to living in our neighborhood. I was, by far, the youngest homeowner but found that several of my neighbors had kids who were roughly my age. Just a few doors away lived Jason and his younger brother Corey. I had noticed them playing one-on-one basketball in their driveway the first day I came to check on the status of construction. They seemed to be very active guys, always tossing a ball or shooting hoops, so when I put in a clay tennis court, a basketball court and Olympic sized pool in my back yard, it got their attention.

About two days after the house was finally finished and I moved in, Jason and Corey's parents knocked on my door to welcome their new neighbor. When I answered, they asked if my parents were home. It was a little awkward but I gently informed them that I was the owner of the house and their new neighbor. I still am not sure who was more embarrassed - them for thinking my parents should be there or me for not having foreseen this complication. They explained that while they had seen me on site a few times and it had been clear from my car that I wasn't a worker, they'd assumed I was checking on the place for my parents.

They handed me a basket of housewarming gifts as I gave them a very brief explanation about inheriting some money and then switched the topic to the neighborhood. We chatted for a bit about other things as I gave them a short tour of my house. As they viewed the sports set up in the back yard, both remarked that their sons would love to meet me and if I needed someone to play ball with, they would surely agree. As I escorted them out, I resolved to throw a party for the neighborhood to introduce myself.

Since it was the beginning of the end of summer, I had a back yard barbeque party that weekend and it was well attended. Jason and Corey showed up with their parents as did about forty other neighbors. It was clear that most were surprised that a young guy like myself was living in the neighborhood, not to mention in what was now one of the largest homes, but I turned on some Southern charm and soon had won them over to my side. In fact, I was introduced to several young ladies, daughters of my neighbors, and I could see the hope in the parents' faces that I might take a liking to one. While they were pretty and very nice, I paid my courtesies and spent an appropriate amount of time with them before I managed to excuse myself and slip out to the back where the younger men had congregated.

I had put out a basketball, football and tennis equipment, as well as a large tub of beer on ice, and a lazy game of four on four, shirts versus skins, was under way on the basketball court. I recognized the blond brothers, Corey and Jason, of course, but this was the first time I had seen them shirtless as they were on the skins team. I was impressed with both of their toned torsos which shone with sweat as the guys played. As I looked at their teammates, I was equally impressed. I had been introduced to all of the guys playing as people arrived, but in the rush of new faces, I hadn't retained everyone's name. However, the two guys playing shirtless with Jason and Corey were hot looking young men, as were the guys on the other team, and I was anxious to get reintroduced.

As I walked up to the court and the group of girls watching the guys play, one of the guys noticed me and asked if there was anyone else around for a real game. I told them that I didn't think so, though there were some people on the tennis court and a few guys tossing the football in the large grassy field. I said I would just have to watch for a bit as I still had duties as a host. I made polite talk with the girls, explaining I was just making sure everyone was having fun. I couldn't stay long watching the four hot young men move on the court, but enjoyed the eye candy on display while I could - on both the shirts and the skins teams. I recognized Eric as the son of a couple a block over and watched as he made some nice moves on the court, his sweaty shirt clinging to his trim form. After a few minutes, I made my way back into the house to be sure the bartenders and caterers were doing their duty and that everyone was having a good time.

Within another hour or so, people began to take their leave, thanking me for the party, the food and drink and the good time. For the most part, my guests had been older, so an early evening wasn't unexpected for them. Fortunately, a glance out the back windows showed the guys relaxing around a cooler full of beer with a bunch of the girls. There was a group of about fifteen or twenty people my age and after escorting a few more of my older neighbors out the door, I went out to make sure they had everything they needed. They were well stocked with beer so I went back in to wrap things up with the last of their parents. Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler, Jason and Corey's parents, were the last of the adults and they asked if it was all right if they left while the younger folk stayed and I assured them it was fine. The valet pulled their car to the front and with a smile and a wave, I watched them drive off in their convertible Mercedes 560SL.

Once they had left, I returned to the backyard. I saw Eric and a pretty, dark haired girl stand and begin to say goodbye to their friends. I walked up and got reintroduced to Eric and his girlfriend Samantha, getting a firm handshake from the dark haired stud. I started to escort them to the door, but they told me they would see themselves out and suggested I relax for a while with the rest of the gang and get to know everyone. I took Eric's chair and opened a beer, taking a quick swig. Corey and Jason were across from me, still shirtless. While you could tell they were brothers by their similar faces, Jason, the older of the two, stood about 4 inches taller than his brother and outweighed him by about 30 pounds of solid muscle. Jason was slightly darker colored than his little brother and had sandy blond hair and while Corey had yellow gold hair the color of straw and creamier skin.

"So, Brad, you got yourself one sweet crib here," Jason said. "You must be loaded!"

I felt myself blushing a bit as I replied that I had just been lucky to be born into a family with some money. One of the girls sitting near Jason gave him an elbow to the ribs and said, "Look, Jason, you are making him blush! Now stop it with those questions. You're being rude and too personal for the first time people meet." She turned to me.

"Hi Brad, I'm Cindy. I live a couple blocks over. Thanks for the party. Even with the parents here, we all had a good time." I thanked her for that and as it began to grow dark, grabbed the remote control and brightened some of the ground level lighting that circled the patio on which we were sitting. It allowed everyone to see each other, but left plenty of shadows too. I also liked the way it made the bare chests of Jason and Corey and their two other shirtless teammates glow. We talked for a bit longer and I met the rest of the guys who had been playing basketball. There were Josh and Ike, who had been playing on the skins team though as it got darker as the sun set and the air cooled they pulled on their shirts. While Eric, on of the players on the shirts team had left, Will, Matt and Zach were still there.

"I hope we can use your courts sometime, if it won't bother you," Jason said. The others chimed in agreement.

"Well as long as you aren't out here bouncing the ball at 6 a.m., I don't mind sharing, but the law requires that the gate lock, because of the pool. You won't be able to just walk in to the back yard here because of that, but you can always just knock on my door, though. Maybe we can set up some better long term arrangement later." I had put a six foot privacy fence around the back yard in order to meet the code requirements. I wish I hadn't had to do it, since I had situated my house well back from the road and owned everything on all three sides pretty much as far as you could see. Also, the lot was wooded on the sides and in the back, so there was a lot of privacy, which I liked, but I had to comply with the rules. Otherwise, some little kid might wander in and get hurt in the pool.

"Jeez, Jase!" Corey said. "Give the guy a chance to settle into his own home before you try to move in yourself!" Everybody laughed at that, including Jason. I met Cindy's friends Julie, Amy, Karen and Jen and I proceeded to answer a fair number of questions about myself that the girls asked. They were actually more personal that what Jason had been asking, but since it was coming from the girls, no one thought anything of it. Finally it was getting late enough that I suggested we adjourn and everyone agreed. I watched as Jason and Corey found their shirts and put them on, before leading everyone to the front door.

Seeing the mess in the house, Cindy and Julie offered to help clean up, but I pointed out that the caterers were already handling it, so we said our goodbyes. Within a half hour the caterers had finished and while one young guy made it clear he wouldn't mind staying longer to help me out in other ways, I pretended not to notice. Even though I was horny as hell from the sight of Jason, Corey, Ike and Josh all shirtless for hours, hell even from seeing the way Eric's chest filled out his shirt, I figured it was a bit early to have a guy spend the night. How would I explain it if the neighbors saw one of the catering crew leaving in the morning? Besides, I had found that it often wasn't a good idea to get involved with the help like that. Not that I am a snob, but if I want to use that catering company again, it is best for everything to be professional.

Later, lying in my bed, my thoughts turned to the guys that I had met tonight. They had all impressed me as sexy young men and I found my cock responding to the memory of their athletic bodies moving on the court and what else I would like to see and do with them. Actually, though, my experience was limited. In highschool, when I was a sophomore, I had a buddy who was a senior that talked me into sucking him with the promise he would do the same for me. He pulled down his shorts and his cock looked like it was the size of a treetrunk. Luke settled into a chair and after he got his cock in my mouth, he had relaxed and let me suck him for a few minutes. Then he had taken over. His hands had clamped down hard on the back of my head and using his hips, he forced his cock deep into my throat, making me gag. I had pushed at his legs, trying to break free, but without success.

He had pulled out to let me catch my breath, but then made me take every inch of his cock again and again, telling me that cocksuckers needed to know how to deep throat. Hearing him say that had gotten my dick throbbing, which he noticed even through my shorts. He pointed out that I was hard a rock. He told me to just settle down and suck his dick and to take it all like a real man. I hadn't expected it, but I began to adjust to his invasion of my mouth and was getting into giving him head, enjoying the moans of pleasure coming from him and even the dirty talk he was throwing at me. Finally he had arched his back and I had swallowed his cum as he pumped it into my mouth. Once he had gotten his nut, he told me he wasn't in the mood to suck me and that I should jerk off. He looked down at me from his chair stared at me until I blushed and moved my hand to my zipper. I didn't want to beat off in front of him as I was now embarrassed and started to stand. He ordered me to stay on my knees and jack off. We were roughly the same size, despite the age difference, and I could have ignored or fought him, but for some reason I obeyed and as he watched, I worked to milk a load out of my cock.

His eyes ran all over my body as I beat my meat in front of him and then he suddenly stood. He was rock hard again and stepped forward to slap my face with his cock. For some reason this made me even harder and I increased the speed of my jacking. When he slid the head of his cock between my lips for the second time, I nearly came, but he said to hold off. He began to fuck my face again and told me to keep jacking off, more slowly. He told me he wanted me to cum when he shot his second load in my mouth. I worked my cock with my right hand and his cock with my lips, mouth and throat until we were both ready to shoot.

"That's it cocksucker. I'm almost there. Yeah, gonna feed you another hot load of my babymakers. Keep beating your meat, dicklicker. Oh fuck, take it fagboy. Take my cum, faggot! Swallow!" As he shot for the second time in my mouth, I came on the floor between his widely spread feet. After that, I sucked him pretty regularly for the next six months or so, through the end of school and summer, until he left for college. He attempted a few times to try to fuck me, but I managed to stop him, usually by getting his cock quickly in my mouth instead.

In college there had been a few guys that I sucked, always going for jocks like myself, but I had never let any of them fuck me. They had all wanted to do it, normally starting to ask after about the third blow job, but I had resisted. For some reason that step actually allowing another young male to mount and fuck me like I was his bitch seemed to be going too far. I didn't see the irony in the fact that these same guys were fucking my mouth and I was drinking their cum pretty much on demand. I also ignored the fact that every time one of them asked to fuck me, my cock got so hard it hurt. Later, living in an apartment on campus, even though I dated and fucked plenty of chicks, I still often found myself kneeling in front of jocks I met in pick up basketball games or in the locker room at the gym and sucking them however they wanted it. Some liked to lie back and have me do all the work. Others liked to grab my head while I was on my knees and basically fuck my throat raw or get my on my back on a couch or bed and do the same.

I learned to take cock nice and easy or deep and hard, suppressing my choking and gagging as much as I could, though I noticed most of the guys liked it when I had to struggle to take their meat. When college had ended, I was finishing the building of my new house, which took another couple of months, so had been without any kind of sex for several months over the summer as it was completed.

I have to admit some of the guys on the construction crew had caught my eye. A couple of them were summer workers who were about my age and were very muscular from the work they did. However, it seemed to be a mistake to get involved with someone working for me. So I had visited the site often, lusting after the half dressed young bucks working on my house, but kept my hands off them. At night, visions of their hard, sweaty bodies, tanned and shining in the sun figured prominently in my fantasies until I saw the Wheeler brothers playing ball in their driveway. After that, Jason and Corey filled my dreams. Now, having seen the guys playing ball shirtless, I had tons of jerk off material. Unfortunately it was all I had as I was worried about starting anything with guys who lived right in my neighborhood. I had invested a lot in my new place and didn't want to fuck it up by making a pass at one of the hot young men and finding out that not only were they not interested, they hated gays and would want to ruin my life.

Over the next few weeks, I had worked out a deal with Jason and Corey so that they had a key to the gate to the back yard for access to the pool and courts. Being the closest of my neighbors who were my own age (and the subjects of my ongoing lust) I made every effort to get to know them. Many times I came home to the sight of several muscled young guys playing a game of hoops. It was great to be able to join them, work up a sweat and then hit the pool. As much as I wanted to suggest swimming naked, I held my tongue and the guys usually swam in their shorts or, occasionally just their underwear. Needless to say, having them around was both exciting and frustrating.

My mistake was actually very simple. It could happen to anyone, though I guess not with the consequences it had for me. I went to work one day. Yes, I had a job - well, kind of a job. I managed some of the investments in the Trust, which gave me very flexible hours. I left my back door unlocked as I often did if I didn't care whether Jason and Corey came into the place. We had become good friends and I basically gave them the run of the back yard and first floor of the house. Having two hot studs around when I came home certainly didn't bother me and we had an agreement that they stayed out of the master suite which took up the entire three thousand square foot second floor.

My mistake was a combination of leaving some porn in the DVD player downstairs and the door unlocked. Since I had the gate, only the brothers could get into my yard at will to use the pool and courts. They were allowed to bring their friends if they wanted, which they often did to have a decent basketball game. The rule was if the back door to the house was unlocked, the guys could use the first floor. However, since I kept a fully stocked fridge in the pool house, which had its own bathroom and den with television and other conveniences, only Jason and Corey really ever came into the house and even that wasn't very often. On this day, things turned out a bit differently than usual.

I arrived home mid-afternoon and Corey, Jason and their buddy Nate were in the pool, drinking a few beers. Nate was a hot looking, tall stud with black hair, a toned body with a spray of dark hairs on his chest and legs and very sexy blue eyes. He also had a small goatee, almost just a patch of black hair on his chin, but for some reason, on him it was very sexy, accenting his angular face and square chin. We had played together against the brothers several times and I had sometimes found it difficult to keep my mind on the game with him so close. It was obvious someone had been in the house since there were some lights on inside, but I didn't know anything beyond that. Jason and Corey used the first floor often enough that I didn't think anything of it. I changed into my swim trunks and joined them, splashing around and drinking a few beers. After about an hour, Corey announced that he and Nate needed to leave to get ready for a double date that evening. I looked over at Jason, who was giving me a strange stare.

"I'll be staying for a bit." Jason said. He didn't ask if it was OK with me, but I had never objected before and didn't think anything of it. I liked having the brothers around and liked having their buddies visit. I watched surreptitiously as Nate and Corey climbed out of the water and grabbed their towels. I had seen Corey in his speedo many times. I had even seen him naked as he didn't seem to have any problem stripping off in front of me as he changed, but I still had to fight to keep my cock from getting hard. Seeing Nate, whom I didn't know as well, dripping water from his trim torso which darkened the trail of hair descending from his navel into his swim trunks overcame my self control and I felt my cock expanding. I swam out to the deep end to give myself some time to recover. The Wheeler brothers had both been swimmers in school, among many other sports in which they excelled, and speedos seemed to come naturally to them. Nate and I wore more traditional swim trunks, but mine weren't enough to hide the hard-on I had gotten.

Jason watched his little bro and his buddy leave, then climbed out of the pool himself. He stood there in his own speedo, water dripping from his muscles, looking magnificent. "Come on, Brad, let's go inside." I swam slowly towards the shallow end, trying to buy time to let my cock soften, but seeing Jase standing there, staring down at me, made that difficult. I finally reached the steps and climbed out of the pool. I knew that my semi-hard cock was visible in my trunks so I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself. I started walking towards the house and saw Jason grab his towel and begin to dry himself as he followed.

Once inside, I offered him another beer, which he accepted and we sat at the bar which I had built into part of the large kitchen, dining and living area. I still had my towel around my waist and realized that my hair was still wet. Jason, who had draped his towel over his shoulder noticed.

"You ought to dry your hair, buddy. It's dripping. If you don't, the chlorine from the pool will fuck up your carpet," Jason told me.

"Ahh, it doesn't matter," I replied.

"I know you're loaded, Brad, but come on, that is just stupid." He pulled his towel off his shoulder and tossed it onto my head. I felt his hands on my head, scrubbing the towel against my short hair, drying it for me. My cock, which I had finally gotten under control, now grew hard as steel again. After a few seconds, Jason stopped and pulled the towel away, setting it on the bar.

"You know, Brad, Corey and I have appreciated you giving us a gate key and letting us use the pool and courts whenever we want and the house when it was convenient for you. It sure has made the last month or so a lot more fun than it otherwise would have been."

"Well, you guys are my buddies. I'm glad you've been enjoying yourselves."

"Yeah, I know you're happy. You've been enjoying yourself too, haven't you?" I didn't read anything into that question, just took it at face value.

"You bet, Jason. It's cool having some friends around when I get home. Playing ball with y'all and swimming, drinking some brews and hanging out is always fun." He looked at me and for the first time I saw the smirk on his face.

"Don't you mean you enjoy having some guys around?" He stared at me intensely as I tried to guess what he meant, what he thought he knew and what I should say. As I opened my mouth to speak, he interrupted. "Come on Brad. I know your secret. You left the place unlocked. Corey and Nate were getting on my nerves so I came into the house to watch some TV." He must have seen my shocked look. "Yeah, that's right. Seems that you had been watching something else. The television came up on the DVD input and so I started the movie. It was something with a cast of all men. Have any idea where I am going with this?"

"Um, Jason. Well, you see, um, it is just something that got sent to me by mistake." I looked up at him, hoping to see belief on his face. Instead I saw scorn.

"Don't ever fucking lie to me, Brad. I know you were watching the movie. When I hit the display button, it showed you were over an hour into it. I figure you must have shot your wad when they showed that blond guy fucking the brains out of the guy with dark hair. Right?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing him talk about me masturbating while watching the porn film the way he was, much less talking about me cumming, but couldn't lie to him again. I also couldn't trust my voice. I just nodded, feeling my face flush as I blushed in embarrassment. I didn't know what to do or say or how Jason was going to react to this.

"Blond hair like mine - or Corey's - and dark hair like yours," Jason said and gave me a wink. I still didn't know what to think, what to say to the nearly naked blond stud sitting only two feet away from me. I watched as he reached behind him and picked up a remote. As I realized what he was about to do, I dropped my head and looked at the floor. I shut my eyes as I heard the television come on and the sounds of the dark haired young man getting fucked by the blond filled the room. He was begging the blond stud to fuck him harder. I kept my eyes shut, trying to breathe.

"Look at me, Brad." I kept my head down and eyes shut. "Look at me!" he said again with more force in his voice. I opened my eyes and slowly raised my head, taking in the view of his sexy feet and shins, which were lightly covered by fine blond hairs. My gaze moved up, taking in the sexy sight of his toned thighs, the bulge in his speedos which was bigger than when we had first sat down at the bar, then his trim, tight abs and chest, and finally his handsome face before our eyes met.

"That what you like, Brad?" he asked, nodding his head toward the television. I looked over at the sixty inch hi-def plasma on the wall and saw the darker stud was now getting fucked doggie style by the blond guy. As I watched, the blond reached out, grabbed the hair of the guy he was fucking and yanked his head up and back. I was so hard seeing it that I thought I would cum just sitting there, but Jason demanded an answer. "I asked you if that's what you like. Now answer me, Brad." I still didn't trust my voice and watching the action on the television, I nodded my head again, still unsure what Jason was going to do, what he had in mind. "Listen, Brad," his tone hardened, got sterner, "when I ask you a question, you answer me!"

I looked over at him and saw him looking not at the television, but staring right into my eyes. "Umm, well, Jason, I don't know. I like some of the stuff in the movie, but I'm not sure if that," I nodded to the screen where the guy was getting fucked, "is what I like." There. I had admitted it, at least as much as I could. I could see in his eyes that he was pleased with my admission, but there was something else in his expression that I couldn't identify.

"Damn, Brad. Fucking Corey had you pegged from day one. He told me you were a fag, but I told him he was wrong. He said that any guy with a crib like yours who wasn't bringing home a different chick every night, or at least the same chick, was gay. I told him that you just moved in and were getting adjusted, but he knew. I really shouldn't have doubted him. That boy has always managed to sniff out everyone who will take his cock, boy or girl, since he was about twelve and you want his cock, dontcha?"

"Yeah, Jason. Your brother is really a hot guy." I watched as Jason's face broke out into a wide grin, showing off his perfect teeth. He hadn't shaved that morning and had a couple days' worth of stubble which made him even sexier to me. I didn't know where Jason was headed with this, especially with the comments about Corey. What did he want from me? I had just learned that his little bro liked to fuck both guys and girls, but didn't know what Jason liked. Screwing up my courage I said, "You are a hot guy too." To my relief, Jason's grin just grew wider.

"Hell, Brad, you think I don't know that? Once Corey said that you were gay, I watched you a bit more closely, but still wasn't sure. I mean it was obvious you like hanging out with the guys, but so do I. That doesn't mean you want to go down on them. But after seeing that," he nodded again to the screen from which the sounds of sex continued to emanate, "I know that he was right. So the question is, 'Where do we go from here?'"

"I don't know, Jason. I mean, you obviously didn't freak out when you saw what I was watching. But what did Corey and Nate say? They seemed to be acting pretty normal in the pool."

"They didn't see the movie, so they don't know about it. Well, Corey certainly thinks you're a fag, like I told you he did. I came in first and turned on the television. I switched to the satellite input before they came into the house." I was relieved that only Jason knew my secret. I didn't know what to say to him, though. I could see that he was getting hard and wondered if it was from the movie playing or if he messed around with guys like his brother.

"So what does this mean, Jase? I mean, from what you said it sounds like Corey enjoys guys as well as girls, but what about you? I've not got a lot of experience with guys and I have fucked plenty of chicks. I guess that I don't know what to do or say here."

"Well, Brad, I have to admit that Corey is a lot less discriminating about who he lets get his dick than I am, but I am into guys sometimes, if they are hot." I watched as he ran his eyes up and down my body, looking me over. I was still only wearing my swim trunks, with the towel wrapped around my waist. "You've got a good body, Brad. I have to admit that I like getting head from a well built guy like yourself. Beyond that, I'm not much into doing things with men." His eyes met mine again. "How does that sound to you?"

"You're saying that you'd want me to suck you off, but that is it. No other contact?"

"That about sums it up. Why, do you want more? You want me to fuck you up the ass? It's not really my thing, at least with a guy, though Corey says it's great. So what do you think. You want to suck my dick? You want to get fucked?"

"I've...well, I've never been fucked before, Jason. This is pretty embarrassing. You are an incredibly hot guy. I... well, I.. um..."

"Spit it out, Brad. I am still your friend here. I want you to know that. Just cause you are into guys doesn't mean we aren't still buddies. Hell, if I let something like that bother me, I wouldn't be able to talk to my brother. So speak to me, Brad. Tell me what you want. You can talk to me."

"Well, I have fantasized about...well about sucking you off a couple of times." Jason actually began to laugh.

"You think I don't know that? As soon as I saw what was on the television, I knew that you had the hots for me and Corey." He stood up and flexed his biceps, showing off the musculature in his arms, chest and shoulders. "You don't get a body like this without getting offers from guys at least a few times. Hell, you are about as well developed as I am. I am sure you've had your share of offers in the locker." He chuckled. "Though your reaction might have been a bit different than mine. Hell, you probably went down on the dudes who came on to you."

"So did you ever take up any of the guys on their offers or were you the type to beat the shit out of any guy who wanted to suck you?" I asked him.

"What do you think?" he shot back at me.

"Well, you have been pretty laid back about the movie and everything. I guess you must be pretty cool with the idea since you know your little bro lets guys suck him and apparently fucks them sometimes. Sitting here you seen pretty calm, so I doubt you were the type to use your fists on a guy just because he thought you were hot, but that doesn't mean you'll let a guy suck your dick." As I watched, Jason reached out and grabbed my left arm, just above the wrist. The contact was electrifying and I heard myself gasp in a breath as the blond adonis put my hand on the bulge in his speedos. I could feel the throbbing meat just beneath the thin material. He released my wrist and leaned back in the bar stool, spreading his legs a bit and let me massage his cock, feeling its hard length for a few minutes before he pulled my hand away. I looked up at him with confusion plain on my face.

"You like what you felt." It was a statement, not a question. "That's cool. So that you know, I never beat up on any of the guys that wanted my dick, but only a few of them ever got it, either. I have to be really hard up to let a dude suck my cock, and even then I'm not just gonna let any fag touch my meat. Just like I want the chicks I fuck to be in shape and hot, if I am gonna let a guy swing on my dick, he's gotta be a good looking jock that the chicks would be after, not just any dude. But, you're wrong about one thing. I'm not such a nice guy either. I told you that Corey had sussed out your secret in no time at all. I also told you that he and Nate didn't see the movie. But...I didn't see any reason not to let Corey know that he was right about you all along." He looked at the clock on the wall. "They should be back here in about twenty minutes."

"They?" I managed to ask.

"Corey and Nate. After I told Corey that I agreed with him that you were into guys, we made a plan. Depending on how you reacted to me, I would call him and tell him to make other plans for the evening. But if Corey doesn't hear from me within an hour, then he's gonna come back and I'm pretty sure he'll bring Nate with him." Jason flashed me a sexy grin as he saw the surprise on my face.

"Stand up for me," he said. My mind whirling, I obeyed and Jason reached out, grabbed my towel and pulled it off me. My hard cock was painfully obvious in my swim trunks. "They aren't gonna want you smelling like chlorine, so what say we head up to your private sanctum and get a shower before they get here? I've always wanted to see the layout and what you've got upstairs but you never let up there. That's gonna change."

The thought of seeing Jason in the shower completely naked and the chance to do more than just feel his hard cock through his speedos had me immediately leading him to the back stairs that led from the kitchen up to the back hall. He stopped at the fridge to grab two beers, then followed me upstairs. I led him into my bedroom suite and heard a low whistle as I did. The upstairs of my house was big, though it was only about one third the size of the main floor of the house. This level of the house was primarily my master bedroom, which was dominated by a king size brass bed against one wall. There was a seventy inch plasma television that rose up out of the cabinet at the foot of the bed and beyond that was a sitting area, fireplace, and several doors leading to walk in closets, an office and the bathroom. The press of a button on the TV remote caused panels along the far side of the room to retract, opening up my personal gym.

"Shit, Brad, you've got a sweet set up here. Is that a fridge?" I managed to tear my eyes from his toned body to look where he was pointing in the corner of the gym area that was now able to be seen.

"Yeah, I keep drinks and water in it for when I am working out up here."

"Shit Brad, that thing's a Subzero and is as big as the one my family has in the kitchen!"

"Well, I keep beer and stuff, too," I said. Damn, here I was upstairs with one of the hottest blond studs I had ever seen and he was interested in my refrigerator! "I thought you wanted to get a shower," I said.

Jason turned to me and gave me another grin. "Can't wait to get a look at all of me, huh?" I felt my face heat up as I blushed, but didn't deny it. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he continued. "Well I guess there's time later to play with all your toys. Where's the shower?"

I led him to the bathroom door and opened it. I heard him let out a low whistle as he took in the white and black marble and all of the conveniences I had installed. There was a marble whirlpool tub that easily would hold four people, though so far only I had been in it. In one corner there was a six foot by ten foot shower stall, done in green granite that had six jets on each of the three walls and two different shower heads above, so you could have it massage you or set it up to make steam. As Jason watched, I adjusted the controls to shoot warm water from the sides and a gentle stream from above and set the temperature. When it was right, I turned to Jason and felt my jaw drop. Jason had shed his speedos and his thick cock, only about half hard, stood proudly out from his crotch as he jutted his hips forward.

Jason followed my gaze and chuckled again. "Don't worry, I'm gonna let you have it, and I am sure you would take it right now, sweat and chlorine and all, but I want to try out this shower." I started to shed my own trunks but he stopped me. "I don't need to see you naked for this, Brad."

Abandoning that effort, I led him into the spray from the main shower head and side jets. I watched with growing lust as Jason's blond hair darkened as it got wet and he raised his arms and turned in the shower, letting the jets of water massage his tight body. He had his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feelings, but then opened them and stared at me. Without a word, Jason stepped up to me and put his right hand on my shoulder, pushing me to my knees. I opened my mouth as I sank down and leaned forward, but Jason put his left hand on my forehead and pushed me away from his throbbing cock.

"Now don't be greedy, Brad. I told you I was gonna let you have my dick, but you get it on my terms. You don't take the initiative, you do what I tell you. Understand?"

"Yeah, Jason, I understand."

"Good. Then tell me what you want, boy, and tell me what you want me to do."

"I...ummm...I want to suck your cock, Jason. Please. I want you to let me...let me... go down on you and suck your dick." There, I had said it. I had sucked guys before, but none of them had made me tell them ahead of time what I was gonna do. It both embarrassed me and got me hotter than I had ever been before in my life. Actually telling the man at whose feet I was kneeling that I wanted to suck his cock had my own dick leaking precum into my swim trunks, though the spot that would have formed was masked by the water spraying on us.

"That's a good start boy. I like hearing a jock who should be out getting pussy tell me that he wants my dick. But is that all you want? If you just want to suck it for a few minutes, then I'm not really interested. What do I get out of this?"

"I want to suck you for more than just a few minutes, Jason." I racked my brain to figure out what else he wanted to hear, but as I looked up at him, taking in the six pack abs, broad shoulders and muscular arms, I realized that he wanted what any guy getting head wanted. " I want to make you feel good, Jason. I..I want to make you cum." I was a little embarrassed by admitting this, but hell the reason you sucked a guy was to make him cum. Besides, I was so horny by then, kneeling at Jason's feet with his hard cock just a foot from my face, I probably would have said anything.

"Well, that sounds better to me. Cocksucker wants to blow me and wants to make me cum. Only question left is where do you want me to cum?" Jason stared down at me intently, water dripping from his chin onto his pecs, then running down his abs. "Where do you want me to get my nut, boy?"

I should have seen this coming too. Every guy who ever got sucked off wanted to cum in the mouth of the person sucking them, guy or girl. If it was a guy sucking them, it had been my experience that they were even more anxious to fill the dude's mouth with their sperm. I guess it was a way to establish dominance, to show that they were higher in the pecking order.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, Jason. I want to make you feel so good that you get off and shoot your load in my mouth." Jason's face broke into a wide grin and he gripped my hair with both his hands and pulled my head forward until the head of his dick slid between my lips. I let my tongue lap at the head and got my first taste of the blond jock standing over me as his precum covered my tastebuds. He tasted salty and smoky and I heard myself moaning around his meat as he pushed more of it into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, Brad. That's the way, you cocksucking fag! Suck me off and make me cum." He released his grip on my hair and I moved my head forward some on my own, taking more and more of his meat into my mouth. Jason was large, about seven inches and thick, but I had enough practice that I was able to take him all the way to the pubes after just a minute or so of lubing his rod with my spit and allowing my throat to adjust to his penetration. I could hear him moaning above me and reached down to begin rubbing my cock through the material covering it. I didn't think he was paying attention to anything but the blow job I was giving him, but I was wrong.

"Goddamn it, Brad, stop trying to rub yourself. I didn't say that you could do that and remember, you don't take the initiative. You do what you're told. You've got a long night ahead of you, so no cumming for you yet." I obeyed, too into sucking him to pay attention to his "long night" comment and as I did, I felt his hands on my head again. I thought then that he would take over and fuck my mouth, but he just rested them there rubbing lightly at my short hair. I had to bob my head up and down on his shaft, milking his cock with my mouth and tongue. Jason was making me work for his cum. He was leaking more precum now and the musky taste of him had me so hot I was dying to give my own hard-as-steel meat some attention, but obeyed his instruction and didn't touch myself again. He lifted his hands off my head and I heard the sound of a bottle top opening. I looked up, keeping his dick in my mouth and was able to see him take a swig of beer as I sucked on his cock.

"Ahhhh, yeah, now this is the life. A beer in one hand in a warm shower with a cocksucker on his knees giving me some excellent head. Use your tongue more on the head and my piss slit, Brad. Yeah, just like that. Damn, you are one helluva cocksucker. You've obviously done this before. Wish I had been the first in your mouth, but at least I get a better suck job this way." I increased the suction and lapped at the head of his dick. "Oh fuck yeah, man! Go down on my balls, now. I don't want to cum just yet and if you keep that up, I'm gonna." I moved my mouth to his ball sac, which was covered in fine hairs and sucked it into my mouth. I couldn't get both his balls in my mouth at the same time, so I sucked on one then the other, alternating for several minutes.

I heard the second bottle open and then Jason reached down to grab a fistful of my hair. Using that grip, he pulled my mouth back up and onto his cock. I let his length sink inside of me, working his shaft with my lips, milking it with each movement of my head and concentrating on the head of his dick each time I pulled up, using my tongue the way he told me he liked. Soon, I felt his body twitching and his balls began to draw up tight to the base of his prick. I took him deeply again, knowing he was getting close. An increase in the volume of his moaning also confirmed it.

A few seconds later, Jason told me to look up at him. I tilted my head back and our eyes met. I had just enough time to register that his eyes were green like his little brother's before he raised up on his toes to drive into me more deeply. I felt his cock lodge in my throat and start to pulse as he began to shoot his load. I wanted his cum and he obviously wanted me to take it. "That's it Brad. Eat my spooge, you cocksucking jock fag. Damn, man, you are a great cocksucker. Here it comes. Oh fuck! YEAH! Uhhnn. Uhhnnn. Uhnnnn.. Ahhhhh!" Jason filled my mouth with five solid shots of cum, his entire body tensing and every muscle standing out as gritted his teeth and stared down at me. As I swallowed his jizz, he kept staring down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. It was clear that he was enjoying seeing me take his load down my throat. All too soon for me, he finished cumming and relaxed back onto his feet, but I kept his dick in my mouth, going down on it once to milk it for the last drops. His body twitched almost violently.

"Enough Brad. It's too sensitive right now." Reluctantly, I let his meat slide out of my mouth. "God damn. I think you give the best head I've ever gotten from any guy or girl!"

"So you have been sucked by guys before?" I asked, my mouth still full of the taste of Jason, his cum and his cock.

"Just two or three times. Like I said, I only let the best built jocks, the ones you would call the hottest, get near my dick. You're a definite jock yourself, so I let you have a go. Now I am damn glad that I did!"

Smiling, he reached down and pulled me to my feet. I was still hard as a rock, but Jason ignored that. "Shampoo my hair and soap me up, then do yourself. The boys will be here soon." I did as he said, enjoying running my hands over his muscled body as I cleaned him. After he was rinsed off, he turned and told me I could strip and get myself clean. I was a bit surprised when he stood and watched me. I wasn't sure if he was interested in my body or just making sure I didn't jerk off, but I didn't care. Soon, I turned off the water and pulled out a huge towel. I dried him, then myself. Once done, he said he wanted to borrow some clothes.

I led him into my casual closet and he picked out a pair of designer shorts and a polo shirt. Our waists were both about thirty-three's so my shorts fit him, but the shirt was tight as he was a bit taller than I was. All that did was show off his muscular torso, much to the delight of my still hard dick. He walked over to the fridge in the corner and helped himself to more beer as I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. He pulled out two bottles and handed me one. We opened them, clinked the bottles together and took a large swig. Jason grabbed his watch and put it on, checking the time.

"Let's head downstairs, Brad. Since I didn't call Corey, the boys will be back soon." He looked me up and down. "Judging from the state of your dick, you are more than ready for them. I hope you are because while I don't know about Nate, Corey has told me some stories about fags he has used, what he likes from them and he can be pretty.....let's say demanding."

Not sure what to say or what else to do, I followed him downstairs to the den to await the arrival of Corey and Nate.

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Note: I hope my readers have enjoyed the story so far. I expect things to heat up when Corey and Nate arrive and Brad discovers what it means to serve horny young guys, assuming I get enough response to justify the time it takes to write it. Thanks for reading.