Owned By The Frat House – 1
(The Used Boy – Part Four)

Summary:

Andy feels the need of something in his ass. He’s about to buy a dildo when he gets a phone call from Mr. Torelli. The guy lets him know that his friend James wants to rent Andy for a business trip and spoil him in the process. 

However, Mr. Torelli’s son, Garrett, has other plans when he hears about it, and he steals Andy for the weekend, promising him that he’ll be owned by Garrett’s frat house instead of caring for some old man’s dick.

Andy hopes to give the boys some bjs and get out of there in time to go with James on that trip. It looks, though, like he can kiss those plans goodbye.

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Garrett laughed and came closer. “You, what’s your name?” He snapped his fingers, and Andy could tell he was talking to one of the pledges.

“Ryan,” the boy said.

The other pledge spoke at the same time. “You’re all fucking crazy. I’m out of here.”

“So long, sucker!” Luke hooted after him.

Andy turned his head enough so that he could see what was going on. Dean was holding him down with one hand pressing between his shoulder blades. That Ryan dude was all red in the face and he was stealing glances at Andy’s bare ass like he’d never seen a thing like that in his entire life.

He was pretty in a boyish way if Andy looked closer. Still, he wasn’t as pretty as him, he thought. These dudes wanted to fuck his ass instead of some slutty college girls, and that counted for something, right?

“Ready to become one of us, Ryan?” Garrett asked and squeezed the guy by the back of his neck.

Ryan nodded eagerly. In the meantime, Luke managed to help Andy out of his jeans and played with his ass. “Fuck, this feels so good and tender.”

Andy suppressed a moan climbing up his throat. The fuck did that have to feel so good? Luke was moving his fingers in and out slowly, and Andy wanted a lot more. Like a cock, one big and juicy, to reach inside his ass and give it to him right.

“We need a bucket and a hose. Ryan, go fetch. There’s a tool shed outside,” Garrett ordered.

“You are all a bunch of crazy assholes,” Andy remembered that he was supposed to protest. Taking a whole keg in his ass didn’t sound like fun.

Garrett slapped his ass and laughed. “Come on, Andy, you like cocks.”

“I don’t like beer in my ass,” he shot back.

“Look at him, not denying at all that he likes the D,” Luke commented. “Are you hungry for my cock already, pretty bitch?”

Andy flipped the bird at Luke the best way he could from that position. Luke was all over him in an instant, laughing and biting his ear. That dude was such a fucking freak; Andy shivered as the fucker stuck his tongue in his ear and licked around.

“Yeah,” Luke whispered in his ear, “you’re so totally into this.” Then, louder, to the others. “Let’s prime him up for our cocks, boys!”

It looked like it couldn’t be helped. Still, the idea of getting his ass filled like that made him tremble a little. He hadn’t worked with more than the usual stuff around the area. Still, his own dick twitched just thinking of it. How would it feel?

He would know soon, because Luke was already instructing Ryan what to do. “Lick his ass a little,” Luke ordered the new pledge.

“What? Wasn’t I supposed to wash it?” Ryan protested right away.

“Come here,” Luke said sternly. Andy heard a noise like a thump and realized that Luke had just forced Ryan on his knees behind him. “Come on, give it a lick,” the guy barked at Ryan.

Andy moaned instantly as Ryan’s hesitant tongue landed lower, between his ass – all waxed properly now for dicking, a decision he had taken on his own after playing with it – and his balls. “Higher, higher,” Luke urged the other boy. “Yeah, like that, stick it in. What’s it taste like?”

Ryan’s muffled protests were no more. Instead, his tongue was starting to work Andy’s hole really good. Andy pressed one hand over his mouth to stop himself from moaning like a whore in heat.

“It’s like skin or something,” Ryan eventually replied.

“Good. Now grab that hose,” Luke ordered.

“Wait,” Dean intervened. “Let’s put some of this on his ass.”

Andy looked over his shoulder to see Dean coating his fingers with something from a tube and then sticking them inside his ass. Dean smirked as they looked at each other. “Feels good, Andy?” he asked as he stared at him with hooded eyes. “I bet you do,” he added without waiting for an answer.

~end of fragment~

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The Human Bearer - 5 (Teaser)

“Besides Xana, have you had another master?”

 

“I was run through a few different households until I managed to get a hold of all the protocols. As you might well know by now, master Rio, master Xana is an important Xeno, being the first counselor to the High Chancellor, Marn Saver.”

 

“I heard he got up the ranks rather fast. How did it happen?”

 

“I believe that the Earthian term would be prodigy. Master Xana managed to master intergalactic strategies and xeno languages better than his entire generation and a few before him. The High Chancellor was impressed with his abilities.”

 

“So he’s a nerd.” Riordan snickered.

 

“What does nerd mean?”

 

“Someone who’s spending all their waking hours studying and stuff.”

 

“Master Xana was not studying all the time.”

 

Riordan felt his ears twitching. “What other things did he use to do?”

 

“He much preferred the company of humans when he became initiated in sexual activities.”

 

“Kyle, gossiping with you is the real deal,” Riordan joked.

 

“Another turn of phrase?”

 

“Yeah. Now, c’mon, tell me about Xana’s sex escapades.”

 

“They weren’t escapades. Master Xana just went there. It happened that his sex drive was superior, just like his intellect.”

 

“You’re telling me.” Riordan touched his belly tenderly, although it was nothing there to worry about. “Go on.”

 

“It happened somewhat by accident that master Xana had intercourse with a human sex worker. The brothels offer a broad range of species, so that anyone can choose what they prefer. When the master’s preferred sex worker was out of commission that night, he was offered a male human. After that, master Xana expressed his preference towards Earthians. Also, he let the High Chancellor know he would like to earn the right of having a human bearer as soon as possible. And he studied to receive that particular right.”

 

“Wow. Talking about determined,” Riordan mumbled. “Do you know why he picked me?”

 

“I would much appreciate if you asked me everything directly, instead of questioning Kyle like this,” Xana’s amused voice interrupted him, and Riordan almost jumped from his place.

 

“Master Xana, would you like something to eat, as well?” the bot immediately asked.

 

“Whatever Rio here has,” Xana said. “And Kyle, if Rio ever asks for more personal questions about me, direct him to me.”

 

“Certainly, master Xana. And thank you.”

 

“What for?” Xana quirked an eyebrow.

 

“For calling me Kyle.”

 

Xana was now looking at Riordan with a mix of pride and appreciation.

 

“Thank Riordan. He was the one to name you.”

 

“Thank you, master Rio.”

 

“You’re welcome, Kyle,” Riordan replied.

 

He could not pretend he wasn’t a bit pissed about Xana ruining his fun. His master picked a perfect morsel off the plate offered by the bot and looked at him with satisfaction.

 

“Care to take a bath together?” Xana began caressing Riordan naked calf with his tail.

 

“Yeah,” Riordan agreed. “I’m getting too used to be slimy all the time with you around. Are you sure you don’t have to go back to work?”

 

“Positive.” Xana smiled and grabbing him and throwing him over his shoulder, he began marching towards what qualified as a bathroom in the household.

 

This was different from the bathroom he had visited when Kyle had prepared him for the party. It resembled the accommodations where Xana had inflated his belly the first time. It was clear that the Xeno felt best in that kind of environment, frolicking in the water happily and dragging Riordan with him.

 

“So.” Xana resurfaced from the water and embraced him, pulling him close. “What is it that you want to know? I thought I staved your natural curiosity just earlier.”

 

“Xana, why do you like... having sex with male humans so much?”

 

“Why don’t you ask me directly why I like you?”

 

“Fine,” Riordan agreed. “Why do you like me?”

 

“I cannot explain it,” Xana said simply.

 

“Why?” Riordan pressed and looked the Xeno into his hypnotic eyes.

 

“I am used to facts. There is no fact here. I saw your file and I just thought I want you.”

 

“Just like that?”

 

“Yes. I saw your eyes. I don’t know if I noticed anything else. The selector tried to entice me with other files, but I only wanted you. I wanted to see your eyes, up close, like this.” Xana circled him slowly, all the while not breaking eye contact.

 

Riordan felt a little taken aback and his skin began to warm but pretended not to notice. “That’s a bit different from what you told me earlier.”

 

“I have a sudden urge to hide things like these from you. But you’re persistent. And I didn’t lie to you. I like that you’re dark. I like that you’re old, although I don’t believe that you’re old. I like your imperfections. I like your uncouth manner of talking. I feel like I could spend my days in bed with you, filling you gradually over and over again. I would put my egg inside you this instant if I didn’t know I could not do that without hurting you.”

 

“Wow.” Riordan smirked. “And you say you’re not crushing on me?”

 

“Maybe I am.” Xana smiled slyly.

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 Wrong Hole - Short Story - fragment

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Tyler wasn’t in this for anything else but rep and dough, he kept telling himself. Maybe if he did it enough times, he’d end up believing it. If any of the guys around him caught the slightest whiff why he was there, he’d be in deep shit. Luckily for him, everyone bought the act. He was just a kid looking to make a name for himself out in the streets, hanging out with the tough crowd, and learning the ropes. It helped that the boss liked his face. The old man had said as much.

Now, he stood in the stuffed gym, watching Briggs, the old man’s right hand, benchpressing like a madman. The guy had arms like tree trunks and he was breathing hard each time he pushed. Someone from the gym, a guy Tyler hadn’t bothered to learn his name was spotting him.

Briggs was in his late 30s and looked every bit like the gorilla he had to be. A very attractive gorilla, Tyler thought as he stared blankly at the man’s chest. Damn, dude was cut. Not one inch of fat on that hot bod. He wore his jet black hair cropped short, and he was always smoothly shaved when meeting the boss. The rest of the time, he sported a constant five o’clock shade. How that happened, was beyond Tyler’s understanding.

Yeah, he wouldn’t call the guy a gorilla, as much as he was built like a shit brickhouse. Briggs was enough to show up in most places, and the stupid assholes not paying what was due would shit their pants and hand over their money. Not that Briggs was shy about getting his hands dirty. He was ruthless when need be. For Tyler, though, he always had a smile. The kind that would melt him like he was ice cream.

At 20, Tyler was not even one fifth of the man Briggs was. His body was lean and mostly hairless. The boss had laughed at him when he told him he knew karate.

He knew shit, in all truth. But he was good at running, and that earned him a place with the team. Basically, he just kept around Briggs, doing whatever the man told him to. He kept staring at the large pecs and the full on six pack. If only he could run his hands over that hard body, he would surely die.

Not from pleasure, though, but because the next moment, Briggs would most likely snap his neck for being the faggot that he was. So he just kept daydreaming about Briggs’s awesome body and how it would feel to have a man like that slam into him from behind.

Briggs rose from the bench, and Tyler hurried with a towel. He murmured a thanks and wiped his face.

“The boss gave you a little errand boy, Briggs?” the other dude asked. He eyed Tyler with an ugly grin.

Briggs hooked one arm over Tyler’s shoulders, almost making him buckle under the weight, but also because his manly smell after a workout was overpowering. “He’s a good boy.” He tousled Tyler’s hair. “And I’m going to make a man out of him tonight.”

The other laughed like he knew what Briggs was talking about. Tyler had no idea, though. They has just been to a different city to collect. What was special about the night they were supposed to have off?

“This blondie? A man?” The gym attendant neighed like a horse as he looked Tyler up and down. “Maybe turn him into a girl. It would be quicker, and I bet he’d love it.”

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The Human Bearer 4 - Teaser

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Okay, so he was dressed head to toes in something that looked like a brown tunic. His hair was combed carefully, but the rebellious strands were still making a bit of a ruckus.

 

“I suggest wearing a cap, master Rio?”

 

“If it’s the same as the rest, I say pass. I’m going to look like a monk.”

 

Kyle remained silent.

 

“Don’t tell me I still look fuckable in this?” Riordan stretched his arms.

 

“By master Xana’s standards, you still look fuckable, master Rio,” the bot replied.

 

“Wow.” Riordan smiled. “If I put on that ugly ass cap, will I still look fuckable for Xana?”

 

“Yes,” came the prompt reply.

 

“Damn.” He grimaced. “What would take then? To make me unfuckable?”

 

“I suppose, but it is only a speculation, that the only way to do so would be by ceasing to be alive.”

 

Riordan stared at the bot. “Kyle, you have such a fucked up sense of humor.” He shook his head.

 

“I had no intention to make a joke, master Rio.”

 

“Then you’re just funny by accident.”

 

“By accident? Unintentionally?”

 

“Exactly,” Riordan confirmed. “Now take me to Tasha, so we can get this rolling.”

 

***

 

The shopping district had been modeled to accommodate human bearers mostly, so Riordan didn’t feel out of place. If it weren’t for the young Xenos using the fountains to bathe and frolic happily, it would have looked like any other mall on Earth.

 

“Hey, bearers,” some young Xeno threw in their direction.

 

“Don’t look,” Tasha warned and quickened his pace.

 

“Okay,” Riordan agreed.

 

For him, it seemed pretty stupid to act like damsels in distress over some catcalls. But Kyle was there, together with Tasha’s bot, and the words of caution spoken earlier were fresh in his mind.

 

A young Xeno slithered his way, blocking their path. He was almost as tall as Xana, and his platinum hair fell in a cascade on his naked shoulders. Riordan stared. So the Xeno was as good as naked. The scales of his bottom half were a light green, a tad different from what he had seen in his own master. The youth’s eyes were black, and Riordan felt a chill running down his spine. Xana was warm. This young Xeno was cold. When he smiled, he looked like a hyena. He was still beautiful, but his ugly nature was seeping through his façade.

 

The Xeno seemed interested more in Tasha, though.

 

“Hiding your pretty hair again?” the Xeno whispered seductively.

 

He removed Tasha’s cap and grabbed the redhead by the nape, pulling him forward.

 

“Hey, pal,” Riordan intervened. “How about you see about whatever it is you guys like doing and let us be? We may be bearers but we’re taken.”

 

The young Xeno seemed taken aback by Riordan’s audacity. He narrowed his eyes while staring at Riordan thoughtfully. “Who are you?”

 

Tasha freed himself from the Xeno’s grip with some difficulty.

 

“Let’s go,” Tasha told Riordan and they began walking.

 

Riordan threw a look behind, only to see Kyle and the other bot blocking the Xeno’s path.

 

“Tasha, know this,” the Xeno yelled. “The day you’re let go, I’ll be inside you so deep that you won’t be able to live without my seth!”

 

“Who’s the creep?” Riordan questioned.

 

Tasha was white as paper. “Some Xeno that doesn’t let me be.”

 

“That’s why you wanted company?”

 

“In a way, yes. Two guarding bots are better than one.”

 

“Tell Marn. Have this idiot eat dirt.”

 

“That would be pretty difficult. Seeing that he’s Marn’s son.”

 

“What? I thought you were the one to give your guy an heir.”

 

“Well, I don’t know exactly what Marn is thinking, but he wants another child, besides Xer.”

 

“That the asshole’s name?”

 

“Yes. For some reason, he has it bad for me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I told Marn, and he just replied that Xer is doing what his age dictates.”

 

“And by that, he means he has no issues with his son being a total dick.”

 

“Pretty much, yeah.”

 

“Tell me again how awesome your guy is.” Riordan grabbed his friend’s arm.

 

“He’s better than most.” Tasha looked away. “Look, Riordan, on Earth, I was a nobody, okay? Nobody gave a damn about me. Here, at least, I feel like I have a purpose.”

 

Riordan was about to reply, when he realized they were surrounded by a posse of young Xenos. He tried to look behind and call for the guarding bots, but he was grabbed by a strong tail.

 

“This one’s old,” he heard his captor complaining.

 

He drew a long breath and focused. The sudden hit to the stomach took the Xeno by surprise and he dropped Riordan to the ground. He used the breather to try to break free. On his hands and knees, he managed to break the enclosure.

 

“Kyle!” he yelled. “Call Xana now!”

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In It For Life (Prison Island Sequel) - 1 - Teaser

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“Ahab,” Francesco said slowly. “Yes, like in the book. No, I don’t know the last name. C’mon, lady, it’s not like there could be a lot of people named Ahab.” Ah, shit, he needed to control himself. “Sorry about that, really am. It’s just that he’s an old friend, and I don’t know how to find him.”

Two years after he had left that godforsaken island, and he was still searching for Mouse in prisons all over the country. A lot of people didn’t want to give him that kind of information over the phone, so he needed to bend over backwards to go on trips and see those people face to face only to beg them to release a type of information that they weren’t supposed to give away to any stranger off the street.

So far, no success. Francesco had found work at a car workshop, and it paid the bills. He lived in a small rented studio not far from it, and everything he made and didn’t have to go to paying living expenses went into his trying to find Mouse.

Where the hell had Mouse been taken? After all that time, Francesco still recalled that last day on the island to the last detail. And how the hell had he been so stupid never to ask Mouse for his full name? Not that he had asked the others, and none had asked him, either.

Funny how time had a way to put things in perspective, he thought as another negative answer was delivered to him via the phone. In a way, Karl had kept his promise. And in another, he hadn’t. Mouse had been on the chopper with them on the day of their departure. Only that he hadn’t been released to walk free in the world – Karl’s words, not his. No, instead, he had been put in a prison somewhere, and Francesco needed to find where that prison was so that he could go to him.

He ran his hands over his face. Was he some delusional fuck to continue his search after all this time? Two years felt like a lot compared to his age of twenty now, but each day, he woke up with hope that it would be the one when he would find Mouse.

Karl would have such a laugh if he had ever learned that during all this time, for two years straight, Francesco hadn’t fucked anyone. Well, at least, not anyone living and breathing, he thought and pulled his dildo from the drawer. He stared at it for a moment. He had basically chosen it because it looked like it had been modeled after Karl’s dick.

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Prison Island 40 - Teaser

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He had been walking for a while, taking in the beauty of the place, as wild and unforgiving as it was. When he stopped by a large bush, decided to take a leak, the sound of faraway voices drew his attention. He put his dick back into his pants and walked slowly, hoping that he could see who was there without getting noticed.

Not as far as he had thought, but at a distance, Mouse and Karl seemed to be caught in a heated argument. Both of them held their fists tightly closed, and Mouse appeared to be up for a beating, the way he pushed himself into Karl’s face, lips pursed and saying something through his teeth.

Francesco tensed but something inside him told him not to intervene. He couldn’t get too close or he would be seen. The scene in front of him made him tremble for the future he had imagined, for reasons he couldn’t name.

Mouse turned on his heels and flipped the bird at Karl. For a moment, Francesco thought that Karl would hit Mouse when he grabbed him by a shoulder and forced him to face him. But no, Karl only held him and put one finger in front of his face, as he seemed to explain something.

Their voices, however, were only low murmurs, and Francesco couldn’t make out any distinct words. Whatever that was about, it seemed fucking serious and intense. They couldn’t be fighting over him again, could they? Francesco didn’t think so. This was something deeper, something much more important than a dude they enjoyed fucking.

Mouse pushed Karl’s arm away and then pressed his hands against the other’s chest, making him stumble a few steps back. If they got into a fight, Francesco was determined to intervene. Yet, nothing of the kind happened. Instead, Mouse stormed off, and Karl didn’t follow.

“It’s all on you now, you fucking asshole!” Karl’s voice was strangely loud after all that whispered angry conversation. “Don’t expect me to come searching for you!”

Francesco froze. What the fuck? Was Mouse running away? It seemed like it. But why? They were so close to going back home. It wasn’t possible that he preferred to be stranded on the island forever to a life together. Francesco couldn’t, wouldn’t believe such a thing.

Karl walked away, too, and Francesco remained hidden, barely waiting to go rushing after Mouse and find out what the hell that was all about.

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 For The Birthday Boy - The Third Part of The Used Boy Series - fragment

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Description:

Andy owes money to some people after gambling too much, so he has no choice but call Mr. Torelli again and ask politely to suck cock for money. However, Mr. Torelli has another task in mind for Andy and sends him to a party where he's supposed to suck off the birthday guy, and as many cocks as he can get his mouth on. 

Things don't go exactly as planned, and Andy finds himself on his belly, taking it up the ass for the first time. Only that his first time is also his second, third, and fourth at the same time.

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This book contains graphic depictions of sexual activities between men, such as unprotected anal sex, gangbang, rough handling, cum swallowing, anal creampie, sloppy seconds, and many others.

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Fragment:

Andy went to sleep without a care in the world and he must have been asleep for some time when the sound of the door bursting open woke him.

“Dude,” a voice said.

“Dude,” another voice replied.

Andy opened his eyes and pushed away the sleep by rubbing them hard. Surrounding the bed were Garrett and three other dudes, all just as big as him.

“This the cocksucker?” one asked, pointing at him.

“Luke, I told you. He totally is,” Garrett replied. “Andy, these are my buddies. This one’s Luke,” he said and grabbed the blond guy who had just talked by the shoulder. “This is Tyler,” he continued and pointed at a brunet who had his arms crossed and stared at Andy with pissed eyes. “And that’s Dean,” he finally said, gesturing at a guy who sat the closest to Andy’s left. He had light brown hair, cropped close to the head, and a jaw that should have belonged to someone into boxing or some shit.

Dean nodded while looking at him and then grabbed his crotch. “Ready for a snack, Andy?” he asked and laughed.

Andy pushed himself on his knees and closed in the distance. He searched for the guy’s zipper. “Sure.”

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding, G-man,” Dean commented. “Dude’s ready to take it.”

“Told you.”

Andy didn’t care about whatever these guys talked between them. He took out Dean’s cock and began to lick the head. Garrett’s was longer, but this dude had girth on him. Andy had to struggle a little to get it properly in his mouth.

“Why the fuck is Dean going first?” Luke complained.

“Because your ass slow,” Garrett teased his friend and laughed.

“How is a dude’s mouth better than all the chicks that sucked us off tonight?” That was Tyler, the only one who didn’t seem crazy about the idea of a guy giving them all head.

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Garrett said. “I’m telling you, it’s just that his tongue is, you know, stronger, and his throat tighter. Ah, no point in telling you shit. Just try it and stop moping just because that chick fucked Adam before you got to her.”

“Fuck off, G,” Tyler replied. “I thought I came here for pussy dipping not to fuck a dude’s mouth.”

“Does this dude take it up the ass?” Luke asked. “What are you all staring at me like that for? Asking for a friend,” he added and burst into laughter.

“Didn’t get a chance to ask him,” Garrett replied. “He couldn’t reply, either, ‘cause of mouth full and all that.”

They all snickered again. Andy swallowed Dean to the hilt and began to tease the underside with his tongue. Maybe these guys were already wasted from all their pussy dipping and the oral they must have gotten all night, and he would finish them in one round.

“Shit, do you imagine?” Luke spoke again. “This dude’s like about our age, and he’s sucking off dudes.”

“So?” Garrett asked. “Fuck, I can’t take it, just watching.”

Andy could tell by how the bed dipped that someone was getting near. He raised one hand and it was promptly filled with a hard cock. He looked to confirm that it was Garrett, but then another cock slapped him on the forehead. That was Luke’s cock.

“Can I come in his hair?” Luke asked.

“And waste your jizz like that?” Garrett commented. “Andy, take a breather from Dean’s cock and swallow mine a little.”

“Fuck, look at him how deep he goes,” Luke said. He was rubbing his cock against Andy’s hair. Eventually, he pushed the strands away and began pushing along his cheek. Andy cocked his head, trapping the guy’s dick between his cheek and his shoulder.

“Like that, Andy. Now take Luke a little in your mouth, ‘cause this stupid fuck is only going to come all over your hair and shirt if you don’t pay him any attention.”

Andy adjusted his position to get a hold of Luke’s cock, which was long and a bit on the thin side compared to the others, and also uncut. He smelled different, too, and Andy felt getting dizzy while his own cock rose to life again.

“Tyler, dude, you don’t wanna?” Garrett asked.

“You’re all on him,” Tyler accused them.

“How about you take your shirt off, cutie?” Luke said and began to pull at Andy’s clothes. “So that we don’t dirty it with jizz or anything.”

Andy let go of the cocks in his hands and mouth and pulled his shirt over the head. Luke immediately brushed his hand over his nipples, pulling at one hard. Andy let out a small grunt and looked up. Luke was grinning and winked at him. “Maybe you should take off your jeans, too.”

He didn’t protest as Luke pushed him down playfully and went for his snickers and pants. Soon, he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, while four pair of eyes were staring at him greedily. The lights were all on, so there was no way he could hide.

“Do you know what I’m thinking, guys?” Garrett said. “Andy has two hands and one mouth, so he can only satisfy three of us at a time. And we are four.”

What was he getting at? Andy narrowed his eyes. “I’m not taking it up the ass,” he blurted out while pulling himself toward the head of the bed. “That wasn’t the deal.”

Garrett laughed. “I don’t think so. Think again.”

Oh, fuck. Right, he couldn’t say ‘no’.

~end of fragrment

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