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"God Fucking Damn! ... I need me some ass ... NOW! ...", shouted the burly bro nastily. Stroking the outline of his cock in his army camo. He roughly squeezed the shoulder of master Lucas's bitch sitting next to him. "How about it Greg? Want to go another round on this?", joked Jeremiah. "Hands off my boy, Jerry! ... His ass is still gaping from the last time I let you borrow his hole.", said master Lucas sternly. "Shit man, ... If I don't get some fresh meat soon I am going to rail the next passerby.". Jerry whipped out his massive black schlong and stroked it in public.

Jeremiah was a 46-year-old black bastard that was into twink ass. And always horny as fuck. This time was no different. But due to his extreme size, he never had much luck with the boys. We sat in the sun that Friday afternoon. Enjoying our stiff drinks on the terras of our favorite biker bar. The weather was very nice. Most of us finished work early to let it all hang out that long weekend. Jerry took that a bit literally. And looked around the group for some much-needed ass-sistance. "Don't you dare look at me! ... Horny bastard ... You know I can't take your black jackhammer! ... ", shouted Mike when Jerry looked at him. The rough building contractor Jeremiah was a bit in love with Mike. And he tried to force his way into Mike's breadbasket on several occasions. But with no real luck.

"Well, Jer ... God may have heard your prayer! ... Dang bastard ... here come 4 at once ... ", I called to him. "Look who's taking a walk on the wrong side of the tracks!", I said pointing to the 4 basketball jocks from our local college.

"Fuck yeah, Thomas! ... Your right ... Let's grab us some fun! ... ", said Jerry very excitedly to me. Even the rest of our biker group saw this just as some potential entertainment. Capturing some anonymous ass to fuck wasn't anything strange for my friends and me. Most of us were ex-con's and were either turned in the joint or learned to enjoy dominating some fresh meat there. Luc, a nasty prison guard, met his boy there. And once Greg got released he made him his slave bitch. Greg, a nasty piece of meat in his own right, loved to serve his master. And we all used him regularly with permission from Lucas.

It was very unusual for the local college dudes to wander over to this neighborhood. Our bar was, so to say, in the wrong part of town. Any twink wandering round was fair game. And they knew it!
Heck, even the local cops were in on the game. Letting us have some fun, as long as we did not do any permanent damage to our pray. Today officers Richard and Brian had even joined us for a couple of donuts and some coffee. And they two were just as excited about it as we were.

I quickly directed a couple of guys around back and a group over the fence. Just to cut off any potential escape routes the jocks may want to take. Even the direction the boys came from was blocked off by some of our friends.

"Hey, pussy boys! ... Come over here ... ", ordered Jerry to the 4 jocks. "I have something hot and black for you to sip on!", joked Jeremiah hornily. He flashed his hot black monster rod to the guys. Sliding a finger over the piss-slit and putting it in his mouth. Licking the juices right off with his tongue. "Hmm, ... This really tastes nice boys ... you MUST try it!", he said sternly. His dark commanding voice echoed menacingly over the street. The rest of our group laughed meanly daring the dudes to come closer. Calling them weak sissy fuck meat and more of those nice lovely pet names.

As per usual the 4 dudes nudged each other. Egging one of them to go over to us. But as soon as we called to them they started to run away. Exactly in the direction, they should better not have done. They saw some of our guys coming toward them. Officer Brian had his police baton at the ready. Ordering the boys to surrender and prepare to get fucked. The guys did a 180 and got caught by the group coming up from behind. They had no other choice but to turn left. Into our back alley. Where they ran straight into the arms of Taylor, Duke and officer Richard. Meanwhile, the rest of us had closed up behind them. And the capture of the 4 nice-looking muscular college jocks was a fact.

"See guys, like lambs to the slaughter ... Nothing to it! ...", I announced jokingly to my mates. "Let's tenderize the meat a bit ... ", said Taylor threateningly. Pushing the two jocks he had grab by their necks into the arms of Greg and Lucas. Who promptly gave them a boxing lesson they would not soon forget.

"Stop it! ... What are you doing? ...", said one of them. "Let us go ... We have done nothing wrong ... You faggots need to be arrested!", he shouted scared.

Officer Richard took that badly. And whipped his baton roughly against the boy's ass. "Shut the fuck up ... If you know what's good for you, then you do exactly what these nice gentlemen want!", he shouted in his ear. Giving him a mean punch in his k**neys as well. The dude nearly threw up. "What the Fuck, boy!", shouted Greg pushing him away. Kicking him in his balls. Not hard. Just enough to teach him who's in charge.

"Line 'em up studs! ...", I commanded roughly to my friends. 4 of them picked up the boys by their belts and a fist full of hair. Showing them off to me. "Now ... Let's see ... Who is going to get nailed first?", I told them. Sending a shiver through the jocks. "You boys going to get bred so hard that the cum will dribble from your nostrils once we are done with you!", I said menacingly. One broke down crying. One pissed his pants. One fainted, and the last one got a hard-on.

The 12 of us started to laugh at the sight of the tough bad-asses. Sporting their two-tone red and white varsity jackets and baseball caps. These jocks I knew from college where I helped out in shop-class and as an assistant trainer. One in particular. Craig was a 20-year-old who lived with his 2 fathers and 3 younger brothers a few doors down across the street from me.

One of his brothers even mowed my lawn. And I had the good fortune to mow his 18-year-old emo ass a couple of times too. Of course without the rest of his family knowing about it. He was not really my type. But he was queer as fuck. So who am I to pass up a boy who's gagging for cock. It was not like I had an opportunity like that at school.

The jock that had pissed his jeans turned mean. Trying to fight his way free. Hoping to evade his capture. Hitting master Lucas in his gut with his elbow. Shouting, "You're not going anywhere near my ass, bastards! ... I am not gay ... These guys made me come here ... Just let me go and ... ", Taylor stopped him screaming his head off. With one swift punch, he knocked him on his ass. The so-called tough stud lay with a fat lip passed out on the floor. And the other 3 knew better now. They surrendered to the fact that this could go one of two ways. Either they quickly learned to become good little bitches. Or they would get tied to the garbage containers and get bred by 12 horny mean tough sex-starved men.

I inspected the 3 leftover guys. The Cry-Baby shivered at my touch. I stroked his bulge meanly and pinched a nipple. All the while looking meanly into his eyes. He tried to look away but Taylor made him look back. The guy that fainted was held by master Lucas. He had hooked his arms around the jock's arms and locked his gloved fingers behind the boys head. The young black guy and I stood tow to tow. His sneakers to the metal tips of my pointed boots. With my 6'6" I was much taller than this dude. And although he was ripped, his muscular body was little compared to mine. I smiled at the dude. Slapping his cheek meanly. "Jer, take a look at this one ... We may have a winner!", I said meanly. Sending shivers through him, making him moan uncontrollably. Not sure if it was fear or excitement though.

My attention turned to Craig. He was tall and had, unlike his friends, a full raging hard-on. I shoved my hand down the back off his basketball shorts. "Shit boy! ... Did you lube your hole before you took your 3 friends over here? Or were you fucked by Duke already?", I asked sliding 2 fingers up his butt. Duke looked over Craig's shoulder at me in surprise. I winked at him. Craig still had not recognized me. At school I did not wear the clothes I wore now. My rough and dirty biker look was something else compared to the stuff I wore to work.

Craig spat in my face. "Get away from me ... Man ... Yeah, I wanted to get fucked but not like this!", he said meanly. Cry-Baby and the fainter looked at him with anger in their eye's. I understood where he came from, but spitting me in the face was not something he could get away with. I punched a hole in his gut. Letting him double over in agony. Grabbing his face and rubbing the dude's lips over my leather under chaps. I made him smell my musk. Saver my piss and cum stained pants. And he seemed to love it. Really he did! I grabbed a hand full of his long wavy blond hair and pulled him sharply back up. Stepping between his legs. Kicking them wider apart. And even that he let happen. He had a very dirty grin on his face. The dude seemed to be taken aback with me. I made him tilt his head to one side and planted my lips on his. I swiftly drove my tongue inside. Playing tonsil hockey with him for a while. He had closed his eyes and very softly moaned.

"Well, this one is gagging for it ... ", I announced to the group. They all cheered wildly. "Jer, ... How about it? ... Is that little black bro something you would love to go a few rounds on?", I asked looking at the fainter.
"He is going to go first boys! ... ", I called. "Duke ... you're up first. Ty the bitch to the garbage container and rim him open!", I said resolutely. Duke let Craig go. But he did not run away. He just stood there rubbing his cock.

"If he faints again just fuck him harder!", said officer Brian meanly. He jerked off his own black baton as the boy gave him a dirty look. "Ya, Son ... The police are your best friend ... I'll open your whore ass up ... So Jer can rip it in two!", he laughed meanly. Lifting Jeremiah's black monster with his police baton. The boy got weak in the knees again. Looking at the monstrous fat cock. The group caught him and tied him to a cargo pallet that stood up against the garbage container. The jock struggled a bit as they stripped him. But as soon as Duke started to rim his black hole, with is unusually long tongue, his protests turned to moans. Then to screams of ecstasy. And to sobbing. Begging Duke not to stop tongue fucking his hole.

I ordered the guys to let Cry-Baby go. And he took the knocked-out pant-pisser with him as they fled the scene. Craig walked back over to me. "Sir, ... hmmm ... May I stay and watch? ... Please ... You were right ... I was hoping to get nailed today ... You bikers always make me damned fucking hot!", he told me softly.
I said nothing. Just looked him in his eyes, grabbed a fist full of hair and forcibly kissed him again. He locked his arms around me. Embracing me tightly. I let it happen for a few moments. But then commanded him to put his hands on his back. He fully and promptly complied. His deep-blue puppy-dog eyes looking horny at me. I spit in his mouth before kissing him again. "Fuck boy ... You're hot! ... I won't let anything happen to you ... If you want, you can become my bitch! ... You'll need a bit of training first ... But then I will rail that pretty little cunt of yours!", I whispered very softly into his ear. Sliding my hand down the back of his shorts. Teasing his butt hole again. Sending a wave of ecstasy through his body. I put my business card in the inside pocket of his baseball jacket. Ordering him to text me his phone number for further instructions.

I put an arm around him. Giving him a slap in the face when he tried to put a hand on my ass. "Manors boy!", I snapped at him. He quickly put his hands on his back again. "That's better ... Do exactly as your told, and I will let you Dunk some points ...", I said with a dirty grin. At that point he recognized me. Looking up at me he quickly put an arm around my middle. "Oh fuck, this is nice ... ". I heard him whisper softly to himself. I squeezed his shoulder and planted a kiss on his head. "Make sure your phone is charged, boy. I may text you at any time ... Day or Night!". He looked up at me and said; "I'd be ready for you coach Tom ...".

Together we looked at how Booker, Craig's friend, got fucked by Duke. He always was a quick shot. Duke lubed Booker's black ass good and deep. The cock's got progressively bigger. And so did the amount of cum that dripped from Booker's ass. The guys fucked him hard and rough. Leaving Booker's ass feeling numb, his heart racing and his mind begging for more cock. Officer Richard was next. He locked his police baton around Booker's throat. Grabbing either side with his hands. Ripping the jock a second hole. Richard lasted unusually long on the ass of the black stud.

"Officer needs assistance!", he called to his colleague. Brian stood behind Richard and slit his black cock in his partners' ass as Richard kept railing Booker. Booker turned blue in the face. So I stepped in. "Enough Rich ... ", I said tapping officer Richard on his shoulder. He looked surprised and a little angry at me. I threatened to break his nose if he did not release Booker. That brought Richard back to his senses.

"Did you have enough bitch? ... ", I asked Booker. And to everyone's surprise, he said "No, ... I am just getting the hang of this ... Please fuck me some more.". Well, he was at the right address for an ass-whooping. I untied the dude from the pallet and picked him up with two arms. Ordering Richard to lay on the staff picknick table. And the guys guided the dripping wet boy pussy back onto Richard's rod. They made him lay on top of officer Richard, lifting Booker's legs in the air. I stood between their legs and whipped my cock out. Craig stood right beside me. Looking intently at my long member. I was just a little longer than Jeremiah's 11-inches. But only half as thick.

Craig made an audible sigh of pleasure. Seeing my dick disappear in the hole Richard was already fucking. With an almighty thrust forward I rammed myself into Booker until my balls hit Richard. I viciously fucked the dude. But his hole was so well stretched by now that this was very pleasurable for me. Booker screamed a little at the onslaught. But that was quickly stopped by Craig's cock. Whom I had ordered to throat fuck his team-buddy.

I had caught the two sucking each other off at the school locker rooms once before. Even snapping some hot pictures of them having oral sex. But it was Booker acting the Top then. Face fucking the cum into Craig. And not allowing Craig to unload in him. They had ended up in a nasty fight over that. But apparently, they had patched up their differences. I pressed down on Craig's ass. Forcing the 9-incher deep into Booker's throat. "Finger my cunt, Sir ... Please?", begged Craig me. I stuffed my leather gloved thumb into Craigs well-lubed hole. Twisting and rotating it in deeply. Pressing against his prostate he lost it and filled Booker's face with the biggest twink load I had ever seen.

Booker tapped out. Hitting Craig's ass, who slowly pulled his still pulsating cock out his mouth. I slammed my cock deep into Booker's ass. Grabbing him under his arms and lifting him off Officer Richard's spent cock. And repositioning him on his stomach on the picknick table. His knees on his two-toned leather baseball jacket on the bench for comfort. "Brian your up! ... ", I ordered. The rest of the group had anticipated this and stood in a circle around them. Officer Brian fucked the crap out of this little black bitch like a pro. His 10 by 7.5-inch black rod prepared the dude for tonight's main event.

I told Craig to slobber down Jeremiah's cock. Slicking him up good so he could rail Booker's ass next. His 11-inches by 8.5-inch girth wasn't something most dudes could handle. At least not without proper training and sufficient lube. Well, Booker got all the training he needed. His ass was gaping so wide you could park a car in there. And all we heard from him were moans of ecstasy. No painful grimace, dirty look or bad word. He just wanted more cock and more cum. The rougher the better. And the guys actually had enjoyed this fucker a little too much. They had gone all out on his ass.

Craig also had enjoyed his evening walk on the wild side. I stood behind the jock's ass watching him service Jerry. He did a good job. Cause he had gotten Jer's prick harder, thicker and longer then even I had seen before. And Jerry begged me to fuck Craig for a while. I pulled his ass up and stuffed my cock into the boy and made him slide deep over Jeremiah's cock. I smacked Craig's ass warning him not to make Jerry cum just yet. And Jer gave me a high five. Knowing that his pent-up load was going deep into Booker's gut. When Jer saw the gaping hole of Booker was free he took his chance. Jack-hammering the jock's cunt like a madman.

Master Lucas had replaced Jer's cock in Craig's mouth. And together we fucked the eager bitch until we filled him up. Craig dropped exhausted to the floor and Luc and I watched Jerry fuck Booker. "Time to take it inside Jer! ... Show him a good time ... Make this jock your bitch boy.", I ordered. And Jerry scooped Booker off the table. I placed his baseball jacket over his shoulders. Booker road Jerry's cock who walked them into the backroom of the bar. Where a cod and some sex furniture stood. The rest of the group was spent and exhausted as well. They walked into the bar for a couple of rounds for the road.

I picked up Craig off the floor and helped him dress. "Did you enjoy yourself, slave?", I said. Taking a metal cock ring off my shoulder straps on my biker jacket. Placing it around Craig's cock and balls.
He looked down at the ring and then up at me again. Craig got tears in his eye's. "Thank you, Master.", he whimpered. "Yes, Sir! ... I enjoyed myself very much, but that's not important. Did I please you?", he asked averting his eyes to the ground.

"Yes, Slave! You pleased your master. Now get on all fours and lick my boots clean!", I ordered extremely sternly. Packing my cock and balls back into my under chaps I watched Craig service my boots. I pulled him up by his hair. Making him lick my chaps and my crotch clean too. He did so eagerly and with pleasure. Pulling him up even further I kissed him deeply. Caressing his hair and face. Allowing him to grab my ass and press himself into me. He moaned loudly as I whispered dirty suggestions into his ear. Even telling him all about his secretly gay brother. And ordered him to use the boys' prick as the dirty dildo he was.

This had gotten Craig all riled up. He pitched a tent in his shorts. With his dick out in front, we too walked into the biker bar. Where I ordered a few beers with shots for us. It was around 5 AM before I drove Craig home drunk. I parked my bike in my garage and let Craig walk home. "Remember to text me your number! ... ", I ordered him as a reminder before he walked away. He looked a bit puzzled at me for a moment. At the end of my driveway, he stopped. Turned around and flashed me his still stiff cock. My neighbor had seen it too. He was out walking his dog. Craig got all red in the face and ran home. Nearly tripping over his own feet. I kept watching him until he quietly slipped into their side entrance. Waving to him when he looked back at me once more.

The first thing I did when I awoke the next day was checking my phone. I had half expected Craig to text me his number. But he had not. So I guessed that the fresh meat went off the idea of becoming my boy. I wasn't really surprised by that either. I remembered my first experiments and the lost feeling I had afterward. Was this the right thing? Was this what I wanted? What would the rest of the world think? And other lifestyle questions like that. Besides that, I knew Craig had a relationship with a prom queen. A really beautiful woman. She was captain of her cheerleader team. And her team won several state championship prices for the school. Craig and she made a cool looking couple. So his primal needs were met. I imagined he would just keep on screwing her brains out. Guys of his age could not keep a load pent up for long anyway. So I figured he just got one of his horny moods yesterday and wanted to try something new. That's what I liked about Craig, always thinking outside the box. At school, we had not much interaction. I trained the younger lads, and I don't believe Craig took shop-class either. Most of the jocks didn't. Craig was much to busy being team-captain of his basketball team anyway. And the other guys looked up to him. Something he had hated from the beginning. He promoted the guys that could think for themselves. Leaving him to lead only when he really needed to.

So I went along my normal weekend jobs that Saturday. Doing a grocery run and some mall shopping. At the mall, I ran into the jocks and their friends. I walked past them several times, but Craig did not greet me. Heck, he acted as if he did not know me at all.
Later, I worked out in my local gym and jogged home. Craig and Booker were jogging too. I quickened my pace and overtook the two lads. Smiling at them as I ran past them. Booker greeted me friendly, but again Craig ignored me completely. By now I could smell that the meat had gone off, so to say. And I threw the idea of him becoming my boy into the garbage. In the park, at the beginning of our street, I stopped for some leg stretches. And the boys stopped next to me. Well, Booker did. So Craig had to stop also.

"Hey, Coach Tom! Fancy meeting you here ...", he joked. "Hey Book, Hi Craig. Also getting in some cardio?", I said friendly. "hmmm, Booker, your Coach won't be happy if you call me that at school. I am just an assistant trainer. Best just to call me Sir!", I said placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Ah. Yes, right you are. Sir, I did have fun yesterday. Master Jerry had ... ", he started to say. But Craig interrupted him. "Come on Booker. I am getting cold ...", said Craig. Looking at me as if he saw water burning. I had guys given me the stink eye before. But this was something else. I slapped Booker on his ass and took off before the boys, sprinting on the other side of the street as them. Leaving them to it. Craig got into an argument with Booker and it turned bad. Fists were flying and moments later my doorbell rang. Booker stood with a bloodied nose in my doorway. I stopped the bleeding and cleaned him up as good as I could. We did not talk about what happened. But when I send Book on his way he just gave me a warm kiss and a hard felt thank you. I winked at him and told him I would see him at school on Tuesday. He had wanted to tell me what was going on but I stopped him. "That's between you and your captain. You can talk to Jerry if you need to. From the pictures, I have seen you two had a great time yesterday. You just make sure this is what you really want. Craig will come around eventually. You're best bud's. So in time, you will have to confront him. But before you do, you may want to take some boxing lessons.", I joked friendly. Booker smiled and left with mixed feelings. I guess that Book had hoped for a bit more. But he only got a friendly word and a pat on the back.

That long weekend the guys and I hung out in our favorite bar. Talking some more about Friday nights entertainment. And Jeremiah could not stop talking about how nice it was to finally take a twinks ass balls-deep. And we believed him. Fuck! We all had seen the pictures that proved the eagerness of Booker's ass. Eating the monster schlong with pride. The guys were a little disappointed to hear Craig wanted nothing more to do with me. The other way cheerful mood in the bar sank to an all-time low. But that quickly picked up when some new lad in leather and denim gear came strolling into the bar on his white sneakers. He walked to the bar where we all sat and stood between me and Jerry. He sank to his knees and removed his leather baseball cap. It was Booker. Announcing to the world: "Here for round two, Sirs!".

Jerry took a sip of his beer. Pulling Booker's head back and letting a slow and steady stream fill Booker's mouth. "Thank you, Master!", said Booker after swallowing it. "Not tonight boy! Tonight your master is Thomas ... Do exactly as your told. He is much stricter then I am ... So pay attention and service him good ... Or else ...", he said menacingly. But stroking the head of Booker lovingly. Feeding him another sip of his beer. "In our brotherhood, we share the joy and the pain!", added Jeremiah. That was not so much directed to Booker. But to the rest of the group. Giving them a reminder of what we were all about.

"Those leathers look good on you, boy!", I told Booker. Putting his leather baseball cap backward on his head. I ordered a whiskey straight for the boy and pulled his face into my crotch. Booker did not mind who's cock he would have to serve. As long as he got to please the guy who was doing him. One or all of us did not matter to him either. He just liked it rough and dirty. His lips pressed against my bulge, his teeth nibbled my cockhead through my jeans. "Do you want some of that, bitch?", I asked him. "Sir, use me as you see fit. I am yours to command.", said Booker looking intently at my jeans with his hands behind his back. If his eyes could have burned a hole in my jeans then I would be naked by now. This lad was eager. A little bit too eager for my taste.

I grabbed a spare bar stool and told him to sit on it. And handed him the whiskey. Apparently, he had never had whiskey to drink. So we laughed as the taste of it shocked him. "Down in one! ... ", ordered Jerry him. And got mad when Booker flat out refused. He stood behind Booker pulling the glass to his lips. "Down Jer! ... Heel boy! ... That's a good dawg! ... This puppy is mine tonight you said.". I took a sip from the whiskey and told the barman to fill the rest of the glass with Cola. Booker liked it much better this way and we chatted some more about last nights events. Booker got more loose-lipped the longer the night went on.

We played some pool and had some fun. Well, that is to say, I placed my 11-inch pool cue in Booker's ass. And we watched him, trying to play pool that way. Booker was properly drunk when we laid him in a sling. We screwed his black hole one by one. Even Jerry got to nail his boy again. Around closing time Booker was handcuffed to the sling. And we left him lying there. Pissing over him, humiliating him to the bone. I drove my last load down his throat and left for home too. "Be a good bitch and guard the bar tonight!", I ordered him meanly. And he resigned to the fact that we were just going to leave him there.

An hour after the lights went out I came back. Woke Booker up and helped him to get dressed. He was actually sort of angry and disappointed I came back for him. "I may look like a bad-ass, but I am not that mean. You were entrusted to me tonight. So it's my responsibility to take good care of you Booker."
I made him hang on to me on my bike. He must have fallen asleep on my back. Because he fell off my bike as we pulled up to his Dorm. I dropped him off at his room. And his roommate was hornily surprised to see the state of Booker. His leather clothes and my kinky outfit. "Take some extra care of his ass ... ", I whispered to the guy. "Fuck him if you want ... We have lubed him up good for you!", I said with a horny grin. The nerd got out of bed naked with a huge boner. Crawling into bed behind Booker and taking off his jeans. I watched them for a while. The nerd penetrated the guy he had wet dreams about all these years. I used Booker's phone to take a video and some action shots of the nerd breeding him. The nerd did not even notice me. He was completely engulfed in fucking Booker. Once he blew his load and pulled out, I rolled the nerd over and made him clean my cock. He had never seen such a long dick. And I forcibly deep throated the nerd. Booker had woken up and saw me filming the nerd on my cock. Gave me a thumbs up as I fed the lad a little man cum. I kicked the boy to the ground and laughed as I walked away. Throwing Booker's phone back onto his bed.

The rest of the weekend was very pleasurable. All of us were high on after-glow and a little too much alcohol. But eventually Tuesday rolled by and we had to get back to our jobs. Most of the guys worked as construction workers, like Jeremiah. But we also had a lawyer, a doctor, and a few shopkeepers in our group. Well and me as an assistant trainer and teacher at our local college. Nasty bikers by night. Working stiffs by day.

Today I rode my bike for the first time to school. Normally I drove my pimped-out 2-seater Porsche. That made many a lad turn his head. But me riding my heavy motor to school, dressed in chaps and black leather biker jacket, nearly blew their minds. I parked near the main entrance to our school. A spot where normally all the jocks gathered. Some ass-hole pushed his horn through his steering wheel. Clearly not happy at me parking in 'his' spot. He got out his car furiously. Shouting all kinds of mad obscenities at me. The rest of the guys and girls standing outside gathered round. Hoping for a fight or something like that. I don't think they recognized me yet. The angry frusty jock sure didn't. He grabbed my biker jacket, demanding me to move my rust bucket, or so he called my bike.

I looked down at his hand on my collar, then looked menacingly back at him. Took off my sunglasses and then my helmet. He slowly removed his hand. Realizing he had made a horrible mistake. The tension in the gathered youths rose. When I revealed myself to the jock, he tripped over his own feet stepping backward away from me. And the gathered crowd laughed and cheered. Clearly impressed by my appearance and the humiliated jock at my pointed cowboy boots. I rose my leg to use his balls for a field-goal. The scared big man turned into a little lad. Fleeing back to his car. I shouted after him: "If I remember, I'll park somewhere else tomorrow! ... You did not have to go nuclear on my ass! ... Little prick!". And to the crowd, I called: "Don't you lot have classes to get to?". Booker stepped forward as the rest walked away. "Nicely handled master!", he said giving me an unusual high-five. Craig watched him do it. And got angry at Booker's behavior.

"I am not your school-mate Book! ... Don't you forget that! ... ", I said just loud enough for Craig to hear. "I'll see you after training.". Booker looked humiliated at the ground and walked away in shame at his mistake.

I changed my clothes and went to work. After basketball training at the end of my day, I walked in the boys' locker room. Looking for Booker and Craig. The rest of the jocks were just getting dressed after they showered. For them, it wasn't anything unusual. I always did my rounds after the training in the locker rooms. Just to keep any unruly behavior in check. And joking around with the jocks.

I did not see Booker or Craig so I stepped into the shower room. There I saw Book roughly throat-fucking Cry-Baby. I gave him a thumbs-up, locking the shower room door behind us. "Enjoying yourself, boy? ... Does that black cock taste nice? ... ", I whispered humiliatingly in Cry-baby's ear. Sliding a finger through his but crack. Lifting his ass off the cold ground. I grabbed his stiff cock and plump balls from behind. His Pump!-jockstrap strained under my touch. I pushed the two lads into a shower cubical. Pulling Cry-baby's mouth off Booker's black prick with a plop. Twisting Cry-Baby around I made him suck me off too. And Book took the opportunity to take the virgin's ass. After we seeded the boy we walked away laughing meanly. "You had the opportunity last Friday ... Bitch ... Be a man and get used to it!", called Booker meanly to him. Turning on the cold shower as Cry-Baby lay on the floor covered in cum.

I still had not found Craig. I wanted to know why he had not called or texted me. So I asked Booker if he had seen Craig. Book told me he was with his girlfriend, somewhere on the grounds outside. It did not take me long to find the two. Craig was nailing his woman. They stood up against the wall of the guest locker-room behind the bleachers. And there was nothing nice or tender about the way he took her. The dirty rabbit was breeding her every hole. And she could not resist the pumped-up athletic jock. She was pinned to the wall as he had his way with her. After giving her a third load over her face and into her mouth he said: "So, ... that's what you get for fucking around ... Bitch ... I don't want to see you ever again ... We are done ... Dirty slut ... I bet you even did Coach and the Principal too! ... You fucking whore ...".

I stood watching the scene from a distance. Taking some pictures and video of Craig hate-fucking his girl. Well, his ex. If I understood correctly. Craig walked past me to the boys' locker room. And I helped up his ex. Cleaned her up a little and told her she best go home and think about what just happened. It was clear to her this was her own fault. It was public knowledge that she was a little too easy.

When she left I walked back to the locker room as well. Craig was bragging to his mates about how he broke up with his girl. I grabbed his two-toned varsity jacket and slapped him around his head a few times. "That is NOT how we treat our women!", I said angrily at the group. And the rest of the team looked humiliatingly to the ground. Craig walked away furiously. Grabbing his shoulder I stopped him. "What? ... ", he shouted mad. "First of all it's; what Sir? ... And secondly, why are there cum stains on the back of your jacket? Is that any way to represent our school? Did you get butt-fucked or something?", I said sternly. His mates chuckled looking that the stained jacket. Humiliating the boy to the bone. His blue eye's widened and his face turned bright red. He felt caught. And worst of it... All his mates had seen and heard it.

"You need to get that jacket cleaned Craig. I don't care what, or who, you do in your spare time. But you do NOT walk around showing off the evidence like that! Your team-captain, God Damn it. You got a rep to think about!", I said meanly. Full well knowing it was my cum on the back of his jacket. Craig was nailed to the ground. Feeling too humiliated and weak, to do anything about his verbal castration.

I put on my leathers and cowboy boots in front of the guys and walked out the locker room. From the mumbling behind my back, I could ascertain they were very impressed by my new look. I sat on my bike waiting for Craig to walk out the school as well. The school bus had already left. So he would have to hitch a ride with someone or walk the 14 miles back home. When all the other jocks had left he finally dared to show his face outside.

He tried to ignore me at first when I called Craig over to my bike. "Get your ass over here! ... I have to ask you something, Craig.", I said sternly. Slowly he turned back and walked to me. As soon as he was in arm-distance I pulled him in close. "How was that for you, Boy? ... I nearly had an IPCC in the locker room... ", I joked hornily. "A what? ... hmm ... Sir ... I don't understand?", he asked. "an Inside Pants Cum-Creamer ... You should have seen your face! ... or the faces of your team-mates for that matter.", I told him laughingly. I put my hand inside his jacket. And pulled out my business card, showing it to Craig. Who got all red in the face again. "Oh god! ... I am so sorry, Sir! ... I did not know you gave me your phone number ... Fuck ... O heck ... what have I done?", said Craig embarrassed.

Letting him contemplate all the things that had happened last weekend for a while. I told him: "You have a choice to make. Either you get on the back of my bike and become my bitch willingly. Or you find yourself another cunt to dominate you! Either way is fine with me.". He looked me up and down. Contemplating his options very carefully. Although I knew he had already made his choice last Friday night.

He wanted to get on the back of my bike right away. But I stopped him. "There are some rules and things you MUST do first!", I said sternly. "Anything! ... I'll do anything for you, Sir ... Please ... O God, I am yours! ... Take me!", he panted hornily. Ignoring the weird looks of the school mates that had overheard him. He did not care anymore who knew he was gay. He just wanted to get used hard again.

"Okay, dude ... This is not about sex! ... So keep it in your pants until I say other ways ... ", I said masterfully. "First you need to get that jacket cleaned. Here is the address for my steam-cleaners. I have a running tab there. So just show them my card and they will take care of you. And don't even bother taking another jacket to wear on the way home ... Understand, boy?". Craig nodded yes, but his eyes were glazed over with confusion.

"Across the street from the cleaners is my favorite leather store. Show them my card too. And tell them Master Thomas send you ... Got that?", I asked sternly. Again he nodded. But the confusion only grew in his mind.

"You are going to get yourself a pair of leather chaps, a harness, and a leather jacket ... And you are going to do exactly what the shopkeepers tell you to do ... If they want you to suck cock, you do so with eagerness ... If they pimp you out, you let the customers use your cunt with joy ... If they place you in the shop window as a manakin, you'll stand there with pride until the shop closes ... With me so far?". Craig's confusion turned into horniness.

"I want to see you in leather. You can hide the chaps underneath your jeans on the way home. But as soon as you're all leathered-up I want you to go to Bookers' dorm and make-up with him. Letting him Top your ass if he still wants it. And you do not tell him about this plan in advance! ... You hear, bitch?". Craig finally got a clear picture in his mind of how he could please me. And he knew now what he needed to do before he could become my boy.

And by the look of his unusually hard boner, I guessed he felt up for the task. Becoming my leather bitch. To do with as I saw fit. To use him or to let him be used as we did with Booker. I made Craig repeat the steps back to me he had to take. Making sure he understood his tasks and was willing to execute the plan to the letter. "One more thing Craig ... Am I wasting my time on you? ... Once you get on the back there is no stopping us! ... I want you as my boy, my bitch, my slave ... But only if you do so willingly! ... So think carefully on that before getting on my bike, boy!". I said intently.

Craig jumped on my bike without thinking one second longer. He put his hands in my biker jacket and pulled himself close to me. His hot prick pressing against my ass. His face resting on my back like a pillow. When we raced along the highway he reached around. Massaging my cock all the way until we pulled up in front of his home. I took off my helmet and we tongue kissed in the driveway. One of his fathers saw us and tapped on the window. Craig waved to him and kissed me even harder. Rubbing my bulge. When I looked to his dad he gave me a thumbs up and a smile. The guy was queer as fuck himself. Both of Craig's fathers even secretly joined us at our favorite hangout some times.

Even before I parked my bike in my garage I got a text from Craig. He sent me a dick-pick and his phone number. The following Wednesday we both had half a school day. When I met Craig and his teammates in the hall I got a high five from him. His mates looked a bit weird at that. But Booker, Cry-Baby, and Pant-pisser knew what was going on between us. And were sort of impressed by the idea of their captain doing the assistant trainer. We only shared the high-five. We did not speak or even look at each other.

In the afternoon Craig took a bus into town and handed the cum-stained varsity jacket to the steam cleaners. He didn't wear anything under it. So he had to walk bare-chested across the street. The twinky ripped jock enjoyed the looks he got from the customers and shopkeepers at the Mister S Leather store. He recognized Mike and Duke from last Friday night. Craig told them with pride that Master Thomas had sent him over. He needed to get kinky chaps, a tough harness, and a biker jacket. The guys smiled at each other and made Craig remove all his clothes. The naked jock got poked and prodded by them and some customers. And he allowed it all. Mike measured him up for some custom chaps. And Duke handed Craig some jackets to try on. Quickly they transformed the blond blue-eyed chiseled athlete into a leather god. Even throwing in some gloves, wristbands and sturdy boots.

The more leather Craig got put on the more he liked the look, the feel and the smell of it. He was horny as fuck. So when Mike started to suck the boy off in the middle of the store all the flood gates opened up. By the time the store closed, Craig had been fucked by all the staff and even some of the customers. Giving him a proper leather training session. He was a quick study. But manage to keep his own seed in his balls. Because tonight he was going to have to serve one more master.
Mike and Duke gave Craig access to the shower so he could clean up. "Your master will be very pleased with this look Craig. Wear it with pride.", said Duke impressed. He and Mike took a photo with Craig. He put on his jeans over his chaps. Very satisfied with this new look. Before he walked out the door Mike gave him a leather baseball cap with a metal plate reading "Bitch". Craig put it on backward and left kissing the guys goodnight.

The weird looks Craig got on campus did not bother him one bit. He knew what humiliation felt like. He was gay, owned and proud of it. He was on a mission. To kiss and make up with his best mate. Booker got a shock when he saw him enter his dorm room. But understood what was going on once leather-clad Craig kneeled in front of him. His eyes facing the ground, and his hands on his back. "Get lost piss-ant!", snapped Booker at his nerdy roommate. "I have work to do!".

Well, and work he made of it. Tenderizing the leather-clad jock-meat with a whip and a paddle. Cooking it slowly, for a long time. Twisting and turning it. Seasoning it well, with sweat, spit, and cum. Before searing it closed, on very high heat. And serving the jock-ass with large loads of cream.

The next morning the bad-ass jocks drove Booker's Jeep to school. Dressed in Leather, Jeans, and Boots. I saw the studs walking proudly across the parking lot. I had worn my leather jacket also. I stepped between them and put an arm around their shoulders. "How was the revenge sex?", I asked Booker. "Fuck Coach, Look at the boy ... Do you really need me to explain what I did to him last night? ... Just stick a finger in his hole ... and you will know enough!", he said proudly. I stopped the jocks. Took a good look at Craig's new outfit. He had pulled up the jacket arms and showed his wrist bands. And rather then his trainers he wore heavy boots and his torn jeans. But still, he pulled off the look of a bad-ass jock perfectly. Instantly I fell in love with the guy. All I could say was: "... Nice ...".

After a while looking at the guys I told them: "Okay, studs ... Your first phase of training is done! ... Now work out like you mean it. I need you to maintain this feeling ... and win us the school championships. Fuck any jock that stands in your way. And fuck 'em like you mean it!". The two guys knew exactly what I meant. They were stinking proud of the fact that I was their coach, personal trainer and above all ... friend and master.

Craig called in his team and made them work out twice as hard in some extra after-school training sessions. The Coach and I got them to do some advanced training exercises and worked them hard. Even the straight boys enjoyed the dirty jokes we played on them. Letting them experience what it was to totally and utterly trust the guy next to him. Craig and Book worked them hard. But they also bonded the team as one unit.

They went to some nasty party together with the cheerleaders. It quickly got out of hand. Railing the cheerleaders together in a rude fucking orgy some weeks before their big game. Every hole of every guy and girl got used in multiple ways by multiple people. Straight, Bi or Gay did not matter. Everyone fucked everyone else. Their cum glued the team together like never before. It was no surprise then that our team won the state championships with ease. And on the bus home, the guys celebrated by screwing each others brains out. You should have smelled the bus when they arrived back at the campus. Even the skylight of the bus had filled condoms hanging from it.

Craig's fathers had kept it quiet from the rest of their offspring that he was gay. And it was a total surprise to Bertie, Craig's 18-year-old emo brother, that I was openly fucking him in my conservatory. Bertie always mowed my back yard around this time. But when he saw me plowing my boy he got a shock. Bertie thought he was the only one in his family with these feelings. It had not even occurred to him that his 2 fathers were gay also. They had lived together even before he was born.

Craig called his brother inside. Bertie sheepishly shuffled closer. As Craig rode my 11-incher to its ecstasy. He jumped off it without my permission. But made it up to me by pressing his brother to his knees. The two lads slurped the seed right out off it. Making sure none of it hit the floor or the leather couch. Once Bertie had the cockhead in his mouth Craig pushed him down over me. Bertie took me deeper then he had ever done before. And it felt fucking nice. I ordered Craig: "Take his hole raw! ... Fill him up ... Fuck the boy like he is fresh meat!". Craig, who did not have the best of relationships with Bertie, meanly cut his camo work pants open. Ripping the way to the ass-hole free. And he plowed his little bro like he was forcefully deflowering a virgin. Craig was pleased to find out that Bertie was anything but. I had let Bertie come up for air and he looked over his shoulder at Craig with a very horny dirty grin. He got slammed by his big brother and he loved it. Squeezing his butt, as I taught him, he sent Craig over the edge. Filling his brothers' well-trained boy cunt with cum.

The lads sat on their knees in front of me. Their legs on either side of my metal pointed cowboy boots. Their panting chests nearly touching my chaps. Their faces glowing red and eyes respectfully facing the ground. Bertie's cock sprang back to life when I asked him: "Boy, look at your brother ... Could you wear something like that in public?". Bertie looked at Craig's harness and chaps. Focusing on the metal cock-ring I had put on Craig's manhood all these months ago.

Bertie's answer was a resolute no! I like my own look. I don't care for leather. "Yet you sit here serving your brother and me ... All you need is a makeover! ... Craig fetch me a beer.", I said to them. Craig promptly crawled to the kitchen on his knees. Humbly serving me. He presented the beer on a flat hand. Holding it with the other. Bertie brutally asked for one too. Hoping Craig would fetch him one also. But Craig did not move a muscle of his god-like athletic body.

"Awe ... What does a guy have to do around here to get something to drink?", asked Bertie annoyed. "Well boy, ... You could drink your bro's piss!", I said harshly. Sending shockwaves through Bertie. "But before you do, you need to get rid of that black lipstick and the way to thick eyeliner.", I said resolutely. Watching Bertie closely for his reaction. I could see his mind racing. He was actually contemplating changing his look to be with me.

His fathers had asked me on several occasions if I could talk Bertie out of this emo-thing. "Go to the kitchen and clean your face! ... NOW boy! ...", I ordered sternly. Bertie tried to stand up, but his brother corrected him. Hissing: "On your knees bitch!". Bertie scuffled to the kitchen on his knees. And Craig and I looked a little surprised at his compliance. I whispered Craig to go to my master bathroom to fetch me my clippers, razor, and shaving cream. As well as some clean towels. Craig had a dirty grin on his face and stood up to get the stuff I needed for Bertie's make-over.

Bertie walked back into the conservatory with moist eyes. I snapped my fingers and made him undress. Removing him out his black clothes and torn camo work pants. The now completely naked lad sat on his knees in front of me. And he looked at my cock. "What a very nice look, Boy!", I said admiringly. Rotating his head between my hands. "You have a very friendly face this way. Without that black gunge on it. Go on ... As a reward, you may lick my nuts ... Swallow them down. Boy!", I ordered softly. And he did so with conviction. Toke first one, then both inside his sweet mouth. Craig stopped in amazement in the doorway. Robbing his prick when he saw Bertie choking on my balls. My 11-inches resting against his brother's forehead.

Craig had brought the stuff I had asked for as well as some hair bleach, a comb, and scissors. He presented it on my bedside table. Bertie saw me grab the clippers out the corner of his eyes. He let my balls flop out his mouth and started to whimper. "Please no ... I'll do anything but that ... Please.", he cried scared of not knowing what I was about to do. "Bertie, it's time for a new look. You are much more into punk rock then this emo shit!", said Craig pinning his brother down.

"Is that right Bertie? ... are you a gay rocker? ...", I asked him calmly. stroking my schlong over his face. Bertie actually agreed with his brother for once. "How about we give you a simple mohawk? ... Bleaching some highlights into the strip ... I have a nice punk rocker jacket from my younger days that would fit you nicely I think.", I asked him. The boy got a raging hard-on and relaxed. "But first ..." I said with a dirty grin. Releasing a fat stream of piss over his head. "What the Fuck ... Man ... Stop! ... Don't ... Argh ... ", he sputtered as I pissed straight into his open gob. Humiliating him. Craig laughed meanly too. And pissed over his brothers head and back. Ordering him to drink my piss. We watched as we made him suck our piss from the tile floor. At first, he had refused to do so. But did it willingly after a while anyway.

"I think we may know the perfect friend for you, Bertie". Looking over at Craig he smiled. He knew I was referring to Pant-pisser. The jock had also learned to get in touch with his gay side over the last months. A bit of a hard-rocker himself he would be a good match for Bertie.

From that point, Bertie was hooked. He did exactly as he was told. I cut his hair into a nice mohawk. Giving Bertie full control over how the look would end up. Afterward, we took the lad to the bathroom and bleached some tough-looking highlights into his black painted hair. And the three of us took a well-deserved shower together. I let the two guys clean up the mess we made as I rifled through my old clothes. Pulling out my old rocker gear and handed it to Bertie. My old army boots ripped jeans, a leather biker jacket with spikes and pins, a denim vest, and a bullet casing belt. As well as a chain with a little black pad-lock. It had a heart painted on one side and a skull on the other.

We watched in pleasure as Bertie put the clothes on. It fit him all surprisingly well. And the look fitted him. So much so that Craig and I both got hard-ons again. Bertie thanked us by gagging himself on our cocks. When Bertie had most of my 11-inches in his mouth Craig took a sneaky photo and send it to his dads. They rushed over. Dicks swinging in the breeze. They nearly ripped the doors off my conservatory as one of them dropped behind Bertie. Before the lad knew what was happening he felt a fat cock split his ass wide open. Grabbing him behind his head and pressing his face all the way down. Choking him on my cock. I did the same to Craig. Who had started to blow his other dad. Something he had wanted to do for as long as he knew they were gay. Tom and Hank were good-looking fit DILF's. And could measure up perfectly to any of the older guys he had been with so far. Nearly simultaneously the 5 of us came hard and long. Bertie got his mouth filled by me. And his ass by his step-dad. Craig got his mouth filled and sprayed his load over his fathers pants and his chest. And Bertie creamed my metal pointed cowboy boots.

Tom pulled his 10 inches out Bertie's boy pussy and he pulled him up. Hank remarked: "That's a cool look on you boy! ... Much better than that emo-crap.". He wiped my cum from Bertie's mouth and fed it directly to Craig. "Did you boys enjoy your education with Master Thomas?", asked Tom. Both of them proudly nodded yes, but were to pooped to speak. Bertie looked a bit humiliated to the ground. "Don't worry boy ... your 'secret' is safe with all of us ... We knew you were a dirty punk rocker cum sucker all along? ", said Henk with a dirty wink at his boy. Giving Bertie a reassuring hug. And we all laughed at that remark. "Drinks anyone? ... I think these jocks deserve a treat.", I asked happily.

The 5 of us sat on the terras behind my home. Drinking and chatting about what we wanted out of life. And about what had turned us gay, as far as we could recall. Tom and Hank told the boys they could move into one room if they so wished. According to them, the boys were free to hang out with me or my guys. But were also free to make up their own minds on how they wanted to live their lives. I wished my parents would have been so forgiving when I came out. Their negative reactions drove me directly into a life of crime.

The sun had already set and we continued the coming-out party inside. Watching some gay porn on the big screen we got naked again and fooled around some more. I took the guys to my basement dungeon. Where we taught them some rope tricks. Tying them up. Beating the crap out of them. Torturing and humiliating them. Making them serve our every sexual craving. And the lads did so willingly, eagerly and respectfully. Ready to please and wanting to make us proud.

At the end of the long hot night, when the sun already started to rise again, Tom took Henk home. With the dirtiest glint in his eyes. "Are you going to make more babies now daddy ... ", joked Bertie. He got a slap in his face. "Rail that punk rocker cum sucker for me Thomas", said Hank. "Yeah. Rip him apart. Let Craig have to carry the dirty bastard home!", ordered Tom me.

Once the dads left I took the lads to the bathroom again. We quickly cleaned us up and retired to my bedroom. I had put out some leather bed sheets onto my king-sized bed and 3 leather pillows. I crawled in the middle and invited the naked boys on either side of me. We kissed and fell asleep. Late the next day we awoke. Our bodies smelled of leather when we ate lunch. And somehow that turned the lads on. I got them to dress in walked them over to their parents home. We helped Bertie to clean out his wardrobe. And later went shopping with the lads. I bought both of them some leather jeans with zippers from front to back. And afterward, the 5 of us stopped at my local bar for some drinks and cocks. Bertie got introduced to the guys. Booker and Jerry had picked up Curd, the Pant-pisser. We introduced Bertie to Curd and they got along swimmingly. Late in the evening, we found Curd and Bertie in the bars' toilets. Curd was emptying his bladder into Bertie's mouth. And Bertie took it with pride gulping most of it down. "Match made in heaven ... ", sighed Hank. "Thanks, Thomas ... You got the best out of our boys.", said Tom.

After a quick piss over Curd's back, I went back into the bar. Mike had just walked in with Duke. Mike looked particularly nice tonight. Wearing a full leather outfit. His leather codpiece jock made his ass seem more attractive than usual. When he sat on the barstool he positioned his hole in such a way that it could be fucked easily.

I walked over to his rear and bend his head backward. Kissing him intently. "Thanks for taking care of my boy Mike ... Now let me take care of you!", I suggested. Sliding my tool into the waiting hole. Mike toke a sharp breath in as I slowly pressed forward. I wrapped an arm around him. And Mike placed his hands on the bar in front of him. After a few moments, I was all the way inside the man. Who now openly moaned in pleasure of the unexpected back-door entrance of my cock. The bartender laughed his head off pouring us two large whiskeys. I stood quietly behind Mike. My cock balls-deep in his ass for a good 5 to 8 minutes. Drinking and chatting with him and Duke as if nothing was happening.

I started to thrust sharply into Mike after that. Making his hole gape open. Forcefully ramming the hole hard and deep. I grabbed Mike under his knees and lifted him onto my rod. Together I walked us over to a fuck bench. Dropped him onto it and screwed the guy harder then he had ever been fucked before. Even using a dildo to DP his ass. Yes, it made him scream. But not in pain ... in pure unadulterated pleasure. Begging me for more, faster, harder, deeper. Well, I gave him what he wanted. I fisted his tight cunt open. Slamming my hand in until his sphincter puckered up around my wrist. I kept pushing in deeper. After a while, I was pumping my forearm right in and out of his gaping hole. Pumping the creamy ass full of grease. He took me with pleasure.

I stopped fisting him and tied his arms and legs to the fuck bench. Tapped Jerry on his shoulder and pointed him to Mikes cunt. "Ready for use Boss! ... Now, Jack-hammer that tight hole, like you always dreamed about.". The rest of the group stood around Mike's gaping hole. Watching how Jeremiah finally got to fill the one man he really loved. And Mike smiled from ear to ear when he saw, heard and felt how Jerry bred his tight leathered cunt. Over and over and over again. Jerry ordered Booker to fuck Mikes face as he did his ass.

The three of them became friends for life after that. Booker got a day time job at the leather store. And in his break time, he serviced Jeremiah at his build site. Craig and I decided to move into a beachfront house. After I had gotten the job of head Coach at our college. I let Craig serve me before, during and after surfing the waves all day every day. Bertie and Curd got married a year to the day they first met. Adopted a boy and a girl a few years after moving into a larger home in a different state. And lastly, Cry-Baby married Craig's ex and got 12 k**s together.

Once a year the 4 bad-ass jocks reunited at our favorite bar. In an alcohol-infused fuck frenzy. Breeding as many boys as we could sink our cocks in. Every year it got better. We shared the joy and pain as brothers together. And when there was fresh jock-meat to serve, we tenderized them first. Looked at what they were made off and ate the jocks with pleasure.

We were brothers.
Bound by one love.
... Cock ...
And we are proud of it.

Thank you for reading this story. Give it a like if you feel so inclined. And if your hands are not to dirty from all your spunk. ;-)