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The Good Neighbour
🕑 Added 2022-01-28 04:43:26 +0000 UTCMy name’s Joe. It’s a no-bullshit name, and I’m a no-bullshit guy. All you little bitches out there, complaining how hard your life is, toughen up okay?
I’m twenty-six and I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve got. I know some people get help from the ‘Bank of Mom and Dad’, but I bought this house on my own. I’ve got a good place, a good job, and a degree in accounting.
And stop spouting that privilege crap at me too – yeah, I’m white and I’m smart, but nobody handed me nothin’ for free. You get what you work for in life, and most of the guys my age don’t work for anything but the weekend.
People act like everything’s easy for me, but it’s not. I’m not handsome, and that’s all women really want. Every girl I swipe on is thrilled by my bio, but about halfway through the first date they always make some excuse. Oh no, your cat is sick, your friend is having an emergency... you know what, just say I’m average looking and you only wanna get fucked.
I’m the guy who’s got his life together. If that’s not enough for you, fuck right off.
Some people think I’ve got a short temper, but I just don’t like to be messed with. Like these new neighbours of mine – they barely pulled up the moving truck when I figured out they were gonna be a hassle.
If it wasn’t for the one older guy, I’d swear it was a frat house. Well, that one old guy, and the fact that the nearest college is an hours drive away. This whole area is grey-haired retirees and the occasional young guy like me who’s willing to put in the work.
But this house was packed with young guys. I counted at seven of them, and maybe there were more. I’ll be honest, I had a hard time telling them apart. What’s the difference between one twenty-something shirtless bro and the next? There was a big black guy and a redhead who only looked skinny in comparison. The rest of them were just a grab bag.
They make so much noise. They’re always out in the front yard wrestling, or out in the backyard shouting and throwing a football around the pool. Oh, and of course they’re all gay – sometimes they even fuck each other with the blinds open. I basically don’t use my dining room anymore, I don’t need that kind of porn.
But if I call the cops they’re just gonna say I’m a homophobe, right? That’s all these guys know how to do, just be victims. Seriously guys, it’s time to stop partying and make something with your life.
The absolute bitch of it is they’re super friendly. Every time they see me there’re all waves and smiles, inviting me over for a beer or letting me know I’m always welcome at their parties. Yeah, like I’d want to join that cadre of exhibitionist losers.
So yeah, sometimes I’m tense.
One Friday night, like past eleven o’clock, they were still partying. And not like ‘chatting on the back porch’ partying, I mean they were shouting, screaming, blasting music, making my fucking teeth grind partying.
I want to be clear about that. I was totally justified.
I threw on my house coat and stormed out onto my deck. It’s up high enough that I can easily see over the fence. I winced – one of them was getting a blowjob right by the pool. How degenerate can you get?
“HEY!” I shouted, loud enough to carry over the music.
The volume lowered a little.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I yelled.
The old guy stepped out of the house, holding his phone and looking annoyed. He tapped on the device and the music stopped.
“You guys need to shut the fuck up!” I repeated, my voice coming through clearly now. “You’re all a bunch of cock obsessed idiots! Okay? You’re all dressed like wanna-be porn stars! Maybe you’re ‘big on TikTok’ or whatever, but you’ll never be anything but bartenders and go-go boys! Show some goddamn consideration for your neighbours and grow the fuck up!”
They were all staring at me, sneaking glances back at the old guy. One or two of them were starting to snicker, like I was some big joke to them.
“Go back inside brah,” one of them called out. “This is none of your business.”
“Yeah, well, I’m making it my business!” I shouted. I turned and slammed the door hard enough that I heard the windows rattle.
And then the music started again. Even louder, if that was possible. When I glanced out my window, a few of them were just staring at my house, watching me all smug.
They knew I wasn’t gonna call the cops.
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The next morning I woke up cranky. I get up late on the weekends, I let myself sleep in til seven. Then it’s coffee and a shower and whatever home improvement project I’m working on for the day.
I was just out of the shower when the bell rang. I wrapped a towel and swung the door open. It took, what, six seconds? The package was crumpled on my porch and the delivery guy was already driving away. How the fuck do they do that?
Whatever. It was probably the drill bits I ordered months ago. Why does it take six goddamn months to mail a package of drill bits?
I tore into the envelope and almost dropped it. What the actual fuck? It wasn’t drill bits or anything else I might have ordered. Instead there was a bunch of bright fabric stuffed in there. I reached inside and pulled some out... yup, a bunch of ridiculous clothes.
I’m a blue-jeans-black-tee kind of guy. This wasn’t for me.
I bet those idiots next door put the wrong shipping address.
I thought about going by, pounding on their door nice and loud, waking their hungover asses up and telling them off... but I didn’t want to set the precedent. Better to drop it right in the trash, let them wonder why their shit never arrived.
But there was something strange about the fabric in my hand. I shook out the envelope on the dining room table. There were a few items, but the one I’d grabbed first gave me pause. It was a pair of silky white basketball shorts, and I’ll be honest... I might actually wear that to the gym.
I bit my lip. I mean... usually I wear black shorts, but these were kinda my style, and the price was definitely right...
I wondered if they’d look okay on me. I mean, it’s not like it’s stealing. They literally shipped it to my front door.
I carried the basketball shorts to my bedroom and closed the blinds. I like to stay modest, unlike some neighbours I know. I dropped the towel on the bed and slid the shorts up my legs, just a quick check to see if they fit.
I snapped the elastic waist and took a look in my floor length mirror. They actually looked pretty good on me, reaching just below my knees. Or, on second glance, just above my knees. My eyes from wide as I realized that the fabric itself was actually changing, shrinking shorter and shorter until it was no longer baggy.
The fabric snuck up so high it almost looked like my dick was going to pop out of them. These definitely weren’t gym shorts, not for me. They were maybe... five inches long and pressed tightly against my balls. And they hugged my ass so close it looked unreal.
I mean it. My ass looked totally different in these shorts. I’m in decent shape, but these shorts made it look tight and round, like I belonged in a superhero movie. I’m mostly a runner at the gym, trying to keep the pounds off. This was a squatters ass. Did it grow? No, it couldn’t have grown, it looked... holy shit, I think it all grew. Or was it just the way the shorts had shrunk? My legs looked huge.
It felt amazing, the way it cradled my junk.
Shit... what else was in that package? I hurried back to the dining room, curious to find out what other opportunities were waiting.
I sorted through the fabric on my table. There was a red t-shirt that was way brighter than anything I’d wear, a matching pair of red briefs, and a white knit beanie. Before my shorts shrank, it was like a costume for some gymbro douchebag. Now it was an invitation to...
To what?
I turned over the t-shirt in my hand, caressing the soft fabric and telling myself if didn’t matter. I didn’t need to slip on the shirt – I could just pull off these shorts, put on my normal clothes, and go back to drywalling my basement.
Or I could put it on and see what happened. Imagine it was like the shorts – I could put on some easy muscle and then toss it all in the trash. I’d be a fool not to...
I adjusted my dick in the shorts, enjoying the silky material.
Yeah, I was gonna try the t-shirt. So what if the losers next door had ordered it? It was mine now. Finders keepers.
I went back into the bedroom with the shirt and slipped it over my head.
The fabric began shrinking almost immediately. I was watching for it this time, so I saw the hem start to sneak up, losing inches as it crept just above my waistline, leaving a half-inch gap between the shorts and the shirt. The arms started off baggy and got tight, really showing off my shoulders. I looked pumped, and that only became more obvious as the arms got shorter and shorter, eventually disappearing altogether.
I was left standing in a red tank top with ribbed fabric that really clung to my widening torso. It was cut weird, like the neckline was a square. It showed off the top of my growing pecs really well. I could see my nipples, hard against the fabric. My arms, my chest, my shoulders... they’d all gotten bigger. It was impossible.
I moved a hand up and tweaked my left nipple, the sensation making my dick jump. Was this why all those idiots next door were so hot? Magic clothing that makes you buff?
I peeled off the tank, waiting to see if my gains would vanish. They didn’t – it seemed like I was the lucky winner of an impressive physique. I flexed a couple times in the mirror, watching my already swollen biceps get that little bit bigger. Watching my newly-visible abs tighten into a remarkable six pack.
“Holy shit...” I said out loud. I slipped the shirt back on and grinned, taking my updated body in from every angle.
The ladies were gonna love this. I’d have to get some new profile pics.
Hell, I loved this. I was gonna need more mirrors in the house.
My mind jumped to the underwear. If shorts and a shirt could do this to my body...
It was just there... sitting on my dining room table. It was there for the taking. I strode back to the dining room, excited to find out exactly what would happen.
I grabbed the briefs off the table. They were bright red, matching my box-cut tank. I dropped my shorts right there. It almost felt sad, letting my dick hang free when that silky fabric was available... but I wanted to try the briefs.
I slid them up my legs, trying to savour the sensation. Soon enough they were gripping my package tight.
“Uuuuhnn...” I grunted, feeling a surge of power running along the length of my dick. I could feel a build up in my balls, a desperate churning as they got bigger and fuller, tighter and more stimulated by the red fabric. It was cupping them so closely I was starting to worry about cutting off blood flow.
The briefs were definitely getting smaller – the fabric at the back was narrowing, shrinking down until it was just a thin red string. Holy fuck, I was wearing a thong. What kind of gay shit was this? But it felt so good, the way it stimulated my cock. I was half-hard, just standing there.
I grinned and glanced at the table. There was still that white beanie... I wondered what gift it held. A more attractive face? Lush and glorious hair?
That’s when I realized where I was – standing in front of my dining room window. I glanced up – a couple of the idiot boys next door were at their window, staring down my half-naked body. They both had big smiles plastered over their dumb faces, clearly excited by what they saw.
The blond one was giving me a ‘rock on’ hand signal, the redhead was just grasping his dick through his own shorts and sticking out his tongue at me. I laughed at their moronic behaviour. Still... it wouldn’t hurt to tease them. I threw my arms up in a double-bicep pose and flexed hard, watching as they went crazy.
Those guys are such horny idiots. God... what kind of man lets his dick control his life?
I would have kept mocking them, but there was a knock at the door. I reached down and pulled up my shorts – you could still see a hint of the red thong through the translucent fabric, but I doubted anyone else would notice. I gave the boys next door a sarcastic wave and strutted over to my front door.
I was surprised to see the old guy from next door standing there, along with a muscular brunette who looked like he just came from the gym. The jock had a duffel bag slung over his bare chest and an eager look on his face.
My stomach dropped. These guys were totally gonna know I stole their stuff.
But it wasn’t like I stole it. They sent it to the wrong place. Honest mistake, right?
Besides, it looked damn good on me. I chuckled at the thought.
“So... you gonna invite us inside?” the old guy asked.
“Right,” I laughed, embarrassed at my rudeness. “Yeah, come on in.”
They brushed past me and stood in my front hall. I was flustered. After a second I remembered to close the door.
“I’m Jeff,” the old guy said. “And this is Charlie.”
“Hi,” Charlie said, giving me a friendly bro-nod. He was just like all those assholes I knew in college. The ones who had Daddy paying their way through school.
“Hey,” I said. “It’s uh... it’s good to formally meet you.”
“I see you got the package I sent,” Jeff said, gesturing down at my cock. It was a dumb pun but I laughed anyway. It doesn’t hurt to be friendly.
“Yeah,” I shrugged, not knowing how to respond. “I mean... I guess I thought it got shipped here by accident.”
“Nah,” Jeff said, giving me a smirk. “Don’t worry bud, it’s our gift to you. Just a little ‘good neighbour’ present. I would have put your name on it, but I’m afraid I don’t...”
There was a long pause. It was kind of hard to focus, the way my dick was rubbing up inside my thong.
“Oh! Yeah, I’m Joe,” I said.
“I think I’m gonna call you Joey,” Jeff said confidently.
“None of that shit,” I chuckled. “It’s Joe.”
“Where’s your bandanna Joey?” he asked.
“I said Joe. And what bandanna? Do you mean the beanie? It’s over there on the table.”
“Right,” Jeff smiled. “I meant the beanie. Why don’t you try it on Joey?”
“Look, this is weird,” I said. “Coming into my house, calling me the wrong name, telling me what I should wear... maybe you should go.”
“You don’t want to see what the beanie does?” Jeff said, like he was a little offended. “If that’s how you feel, we can just take off. Charlie, go grab that beanie, I guess Joey doesn’t want it.”
Charlie was like a trained dog. He ambled over to the table and scooped up the hat.
“Wait!” I said, probably a little too sharply. “Call me... uh, I mean... I want it man. You can’t just take back a gift.”
I grabbed it from Charlie’s hand. It was thick and fuzzy... I bet it’d feel great. Before Jeff could do anything, I put it on.
I felt a sharp pain, like a headache. Then a wave of relief, rippling through my mind.
My heart beat slower. There was nothin’ to be worried about, Jeff was just looking out for me. Charlie wasn’t gonna steal my shit or whatever, he just thought I didn’t want the beanie...
Of course I wanted this. I laughed out loud. How dumb did they think I was? Of course I wanted this.
I looked in the hallway mirror, watching the white beanie morph, clearly becoming a bandanna, folded up and tied around my forehead like a headband. My eyes went wide as the white fabric turned to a bright rainbow.
Something about the rainbow made me wanna dance.
My face was changing, subtly reshaping itself to become like... way hotter. Like... totally angular and with a heavy square jaw. I looked like a movie star or whatever. My mouth hung open, perfect teeth showing through my dopey grin. I was like... the best version of me, dull green eyes that looked great against my messy chocolate hair. This looked like... so much better than my boring old brown buzz cut.
For the first time in my life, I was a total hottie.
I laughed again, stretching my young muscle and glancing mischievously at Charlie. He was dressed in a pair of royal blue track pants and a pair of sneakers... he was a total hottie too, and he liked showing it off. I liked showing it off. I flexed my pecs and stuck out my tongue, enjoying the way he stared me down.
Another glance in the mirror – I couldn’t resist for long. My eyebrows were plucked and styled. There were highlights in my hair. My skin was getting darker, a golden brown that was spreading from my head and flowing down my body.It carried my thoughts away with it, making them harder and harder to hold onto.
I tried to think about what was going on, but I couldn’t understand. My mind was thick and fuzzy, each individual thought working through my brain sooooo slowly...
And then the thought was gone, washed away towards my cock. I watched it go, unable to grasp what it meant. It felt so good, the way my balls churned, a constant distraction from any meaningful...
Was I turning into...
Did Jeff do this to...
What was gonna happen if I...
Oh my god... my ass was so fuckin’ hungry...
“There you go,” Jeff said, coming up behind me and giving me a grin in the mirror. I couldn’t take my eyes off my reflection. Fuck... I’m so fuckin’ hot...
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked, managing to squeeze out the thought before it vanished entirely.
“You’re ready to join my boys,” Jeff said, putting his hands on my traps and giving me a gentle massage. It felt really good... like all the tension was dissolving...
“That feels really good,” I moaned.
“Look at yourself,” Jeff grinned. “You’re dressed like a wanna-be porn star. And it’s hard to think, isn’t it Joey?”
I glanced down. My cock and balls were huge, pushed forward by my thong and held tight by my shorts. My tank looked damn good, though... I mean, yeah, it was slutty. But whatever, it was hot...
“I look hot,” I grinned confidently.
“Yeah, you do,” Charlie said from behind me.
“Your thoughts just don’t stick anymore,” Jeff said, stepping away and moving to my couch. “Even if you do have a real thought, it won’t worry you for long.”
That’s it! It was having trouble forming complex... huh? I felt the thought drift away, powerless against my needy cock. What was I...? Couldn’t have been important...
“In fact, there’s only one thing you focus on now,” Jeff said, giving me an evil grin. “Charlie, do you wanna fuck Joey?”
No way. Please please please, I wanted him to say yes so bad. Charlie’s like... a total stud too. I bet he’s got a huge cock. It’ll feel so good inside me... pounding me... making me scream for more...
“Yeah Charlie,” I chuckled, raising my arms above my head and grinding my cock against the air. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Hell yeah,” Charlie grinned, dropping his track pants down. He wasn’t wearing a jock or anything, so his dick jumped right out. It was beautiful – long and a little bit curved.
God, his cock looked so yummy... I wondered if he’d let me suck it. But not yet! Right now, I needed it up my ass.
“See Joey, this is your life now,” Jeff said. “You’re one of my boys. Just another cock-obsessed idiot, isn’t that what you said? But don’t worry, I’ll find you a job. You don’t seem smart enough to be a bartender, but how about a gogo boy?”
Charlie was walking toward me, his cock big and full. I wanted him inside me. But what did Jeff say?
I was a cock-obsessed idiot...
Wasn’t I?
I just wanted to be a gogo boy...
Didn’t I?
“I... I got a job!” I said hesitantly.
Jeff was wrong, I could feel it. Something inside me...
“I already got a job!” I cried out, struggling to remember. “I’m a... uh... an accountant! I went to... I went to college! I’m smart! I earned this!”
Charlie’s cock was so big... god I wanted him to fuck me...
“Just relax bro,” Charlie said, taking me by the shoulders and turning me towards the wall. I stuck my ass out instinctively. I wanted him inside me so bad...
“But I got a job...” I whimpered.
“It’s okay Joey,” I heard Jeff say from the couch. “You earned this. I’ll help you quit.”
“You’ll help me quit?” I asked, confused and shaken.
“That’s right,” Jeff said. “You don’t want that job.”
“I don’t want that job,” I repeated, my tense muscles starting to relax.
“You don’t wanna be smart,” Jeff said.
“I don’t wanna be smart,” I said, feeling the relief wash over me again.
“What do you want Joey?” Charlie asked, whispering in my ear.
“I want cock,” I moaned. He was right behind me, teasing my hole with his dick.
And then he was inside me, splitting me open and making me new. It felt so good, the way his balls slapped against my ass, the way he tore me apart.
“I just want cock!” I moaned, bracing my hands against the wall so he could fuck me harder.
Inside my brain, all those thoughts I kept trying to hold onto... they stopped forcing their way through, slipping down harmlessly towards my balls...
“I just want cock!” I growled, squeezing Charlie’s cock with my heavy muscles.
The ideas slowed down, like a tap that’s running out of water... drip... drip... drip...
Jeff couldn’t...
drip... drip...
I didn’t...
drip...
“I just want cock...” I screamed, fucking myself on Charlie's pole.
Until the thoughts were gone.
I worked my body, losing myself to the pleasure.
“That’s right,” Jeff said. “Fuck away that shitty old personality.”
I didn’t know what that meant. Whatever. I just wanted to fuck.
“But don’t cum yet, okay?” Jeff ordered. "Not until I give you permission.”
I wanted to cum so bad. But I didn’t.
Not even when Charlie blew his load.
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Charlie took a shower while Jeff helped me quit my job.
I couldn’t remember my password, but Jeff found it on a sticky note next to my laptop. He wrote a short email and sent it off with a ‘whoosh!’ noise.
“Okay,” he said. “That’s done. I’ll take this with me, just in case I need to follow up. Put this on the table.”
I dropped the laptop on the dining room table, along with the rest of my files. Bank cards, financial statements, the stuff that says I own the house... Jeff would take care of the thinking. He’s good at that. I can’t focus on that stuff.
“Hey, do you wanna fuck me?” I asked Jeff hopefully. Charlie’s cum was still dripping out my ass, but I couldn’t resist asking for another round.
“Not right now,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my empty head. “I don’t have the same sex drive as you boys. You’ll get your turn. You should get dressed.”
“Awww,” I sighed. There was a crowd forming at Jeff’s house, guys who were watching through the window and enjoying the show. I was shaking my ass, flexing my pecs, helicoptering my cock... they were eating it up.
But Jeff said to get dressed, so I gave them one last flex and strutted to the front hallway. I picked up my discarded thong and slid it up until the string was nestled between my cheeks. Then I pulled up my sexy white shorts, hoping that they’d get a good cum stain on the back. Finally I squeezed into my tank, careful that I didn’t mess up my hair too much.
I gave myself a look in the mirror... yeah, Charlie had given me a good workout, and I wanted to keep looking like a hot slut. I adjusted my bandanna a little off angle, just to complete the look.
“Hey doofus,” Charlie said playfully, popping his head around the corner. He was freshly showered and back in his track pants. “Jeff wants to have a look at your bedroom.”
My closet was full of boring old clothes. Black t-shirt. Blue jeans. Yuck, who wears this stuff? It’s not sexy. The jeans didn’t flatter my ass, even back when they still fit. And all those work clothes... my old job was so boring. I can’t believe I actually owned five identical grey suits.
Charlie got a trash bag from the kitchen and we threw it all away.
“We got you some presents,” Jeff said, signalling Charlie. Charlie ran back into the living room and returned with his duffel bag.
“No way!” I gasped. I unzipped the bag and dug in. At least a dozen different pairs of underwear – a couple jocks, a few briefs, and a bunch of thongs in different colours! I loved it!
There was other stuff too. A few different tank tops, including one that just had a bunch of stuff written on it.
“What’s it say?” I asked Jeff.
“It says ‘I LOVE COCK!’” Jeff laughed.
“That’s amazing!” I chuckled. “That’s like... so me!”
And then of course there were more shorts, and a couple pairs of tights. I liked my white shorts best, but the pink ones would do, or maybe the lime green tights if it was cold out.
Jeff even got me a little yellow speedo so I could go swimming in his pool.
“It’s okay,” he said with a wink. “Swimsuits are optional at our house.”
There were shoes too, sneakers like Charlie’s but mine are orange.
At the bottom of the bag though... that’s where it got exciting. I pulled out one dildo after another, each one bigger and brighter than the last. And a giant bottle of lube that I put right next to my bed!
“Mmm... can I play with one now?” I begged. “Please?”
But Jeff just kept pulling stuff out of the bag. There were a bunch of wireless cameras that we set up all over my room. Jeff plugged them in and hooked them to my internet.
“Do they all have to go in my room?” I whined. “We should put them all over the house!”
“Don’t worry Joey, this is just a start. Our tech guys will come by tomorrow and wire up the whole house. I think we’re gonna knock down the fence and build a hallway so this will all become one big sexy mansion,” Jeff promised.
Jeff’s like... such a smart guy.
“Now come on,” he said. “It’s your birthday party tonight, and the rest of the boys are already drinking.”
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Jeff gathered up all the guys in the living room. There were nine of Jeff’s boys in the house... ten I guess, now that I’m here.
“Heeeeeeey,” I said, trying to remember what I had to say. “So I’m Joey... and I’m like... totally sorry I was such an asshole last night! Jeff spent like... all day getting me figured out and I’m like... sooooo sorry.”
“It’s okay bro,” one of the guys said. He was short and muscular, like a gymnast. He licked his lips and stared at my ass.
“Thanks!” I said, staring down at his bulge. “I’m Joey.”
“Joey, remember what you gotta say,” Jeff prodded me. “Cause you were an asshole last night?”
“Oh! Right!” I laughed. “Sorry, I’m like... such a cock-obsessed idiot. So Jeff says I’m gonna beg each of you fuck me as like an apology. I was an asshole last night, so tonight I’m like... just a hole. I’m not allowed to cum either, so be real greedy, okay? I’m your fuckin’ cumdump!”
They didn’t waste any time. The gymnast got me started – his name’s Cody, and he took me up to his room for a fuck. He’s got a swing up there, so he strapped me in and really went to town on my ass. He used like... every muscle he’s got to tear me apart.
Then it was Tanner. Tanner’s this football-obsessed jock kinda guy. Like, he looks so hot in his letterman jacket. We made out for a while before he fucked me on the couch.
“Bro, he really did a number on you,” Tanner said as I sucked his neck. Dude was definitely getting a hickie. “I mean, when you blew up last night it was obvious, y’know, he was gonna make you a himbo slut? But you might actually be the dumbest guy here.”
“Mmm...” I moaned, playing with his pecs. “And I’m like, super horny...”
“Yeah, but that goes with the territory,” Tanner laughed.
“Did Jeff like... change you too?” I asked, sticking my hand down Tanner’s jeans and playing with his cock.
“Yeah dude,” he said. “I was working at a movie theatre and made some joke about how Friday Night Light’s sucked. Next day I got a package - this sick leather jacket and a couple other things. Turned into a letterman jacket, and boom, suddenly I’m the top jock at my college,” he laughed. “Dropped out to do porn, obviously.”
“You do porn?” I asked excitedly, unbuttoning his jeans.
“Dude, look at the cameras,” Tanner laughed, pointing around the room. “You do porn too.”
I bounced up and down on his cock.
“Awesome!” I giggled.
Next I met Zack, this blond bro who likes to get his ass licked. I buried my face in there, loving every second of it. Of course, Zack had to top me eventually. He told me to come back once I’ve got permission to use my cock, then he’ll really give me a ride.
Lance is the biggest narcissist I’ve ever met, and I think we’re gonna get along. He fucked me in front of a mirror so we could both watch ourselves. I’m so fuckin’ hot, the way my cut bod rides his cock. I don’t think Lance even noticed I was there, I was just a hole for him to use. He took a selfie with me after though – for his scorecard, he said.
I was looking for the pool when I bumped into Charlie again.
“Hey stud,” I flirted. “You want a ride?”
“Everyone fucked you already?” he laughed. “Jeff’s right, you’re a grade A himbo slut, aren’t you?”
“No!” I said. “I mean... like yeah, but no I haven’t gotten everyone yet. Am I not allowed repeats?”
“I just like my some variety,” Charlie shrugged. “I’ll fuck you again tomorrow,” he promised. “Or you can fuck me. Either way’s cool.”
“Okay,” I said happily. “Hey, Tanner was telling me how he like... got on the team,” I chuckled.
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “He never misses an opportunity to talk about college.”
“Oh... I just...”
“You wanna know what I did?” Charlie asked. “It’s boring dude, I was burning out. Working eighty hours a week. So Jeff sees me at this bar, hella drunk, and invites me to crash at his place. Next morning I took a shower and he said my clothes were in the wash... and you know what dude, now all I wanna do is fuck around and lift weights and hang with my bros.”
“That’s really cool,” I said. “I guess like... Jeff’s lookin’ out for you.”
“Jeff’s looking out for all of us,” he said. “Now get your ass out there, okay doofus? You still got a lot of cock to ride tonight.”
I giggled and went out to the pool. It was a warm night, so I stripped off my tank and dropped it somewhere. A lot of the guys had ended up out here, enjoying some tunes and horsing around by the pool.
“Hey Joey,” the fit redhead called at me. “I’m Mitch.”
“Hey Mitch,” I said, reaching my hand down and grabbing his cock. “I’m horny.”
“Let’s go inside.”
Mitch took me into a bedroom and told me to lie down. There was so much cum in my hole he didn’t need to use lube. He just slid right in, jackhammering me until he let out a gasp and added his load to my collection.
“Mmm... you’re really hot,” he moaned, rolling off of me. Tell you what, once you’ve settled in, we’ll do some scenes together. I’m like... a total ditz too and you just know the fans are gonna love it!”
“For sure,” I grinned, rolling onto my back. God my cock was hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling. I desperately wanted to get off, but I couldn’t, not until...
“How many you got left?” Mitch asked, toying with my nipples.
“Uh... it’s like... six so far,” I laughed.
“What’s that left?” Mitch asked, giving me a confused expression.
“Like... I dunno?” I laughed.
“Okay, you better go play some more,” he said, pushing me away. “Ride ‘em cowboy!”
I don’t know when I lost my shorts. It was either when Butch fucked me in the bushes or when Damien let me ride his cock while he played video games. They’re both these dark haired guys with huge dicks, so I get them confused. I think Damien is the bodybuilder and Butch is the twink.
Either way, that just left Ollie. Ollie’s this black dude, and he’s a total beast. Like... I found out later that he used to be a skinny guy. He worked at the comic book store and had a serious thing for superheroes.
Jeff musta felt bad for him, cause he sent a package with a costume and now he’s got his own superhero physique. He’s always joking around that ‘Fuckboy’ is both his job and his secret identity.
Ollie was hanging out on a deckchair, so I slipped off his speedo and mounted his cock.
“Yeah... oh yeah...” I screamed into the night. It was like... barely eleven-thirty, so who cares if I’m loud.
“Fuck yeah baby,” Ollie grunted. I was braced on his wide pecs, riding his pole like my life depended on it. “That’s right super-slut, steal my powers!”
Like I said, I only found out about the superhero thing later, but I don’t gotta understand a fantasy to enjoy it. I’ll be real, I don’t understand a lot of stuff, but I’ll go along with anything, so long as you fuck me.
He came in my ass so hard I could barely hold my load.
“Mmm... thanks Ollie,” I giggled. “I hope you forgive me for being such an asshole last night.”
“Of course super-slut,” he winked. “You’re one of the boys now.”
I staggered away, cum leaking from my ass, and stumbled around until I found Jeff.
“Hi,” I said, with an idiot grin. “I’m like.... I got everyone!”
“Yeah?” Jeff said. “I know. Smile Joey, you’re on candid camera. And you’re raking in the views.”
I laughed. I didn’t get the joke, but I like smiling.
“Except... maybe one more?” I said, leaning close and going in for a kiss. Jeff met my lips and indulged himself for a moment. “I was thinkin’ about...”
“I know what you’re thinking about,” Jeff laughed. “But I don’t fuck on camera, okay Joey?”
I stuck out my lip and faked a pout.
“You’re a good boy, you know that Joey?” Jeff said. “Stand up, you’ve earned something.”
I stood up and faced him. I was hoping maybe he’d lock his lips around my shaking cock and give me a blow job. I needed it so bad... nine guys in my hole, and I was still holding my load.
“Look in the window,” Jeff said. He pointed over at a sliding glass door that was reflecting the party back at us. I looked so hot – muscular and horny, my body totally bare. Fuck... did I lose my bandanna somewhere? How were people gonna know I’m gay?
I guess they’ll find out when they fuck me.
“You like what you see?” Jeff asked. He was teasing me!
“Hehe... yeah...” I giggled. “Look at that himbo slut!”
“Hey Joey...” he said. “Cum!”
My balls surged and my cock exploded, shooting hot white cum all over the pool deck. I watched it all in the mirror, only breaking eye contact to throw back my head and laugh.
“Good boy,” Jeff said smugly. “You can use your cock again. Now go and play.”
“Thanks!” I shouted, already running for the pool. I gave a scream of joy and flipped off the edge, landing in a cannonball and sinking down to the bottom. I floated there for a second, staring up at the surface, bothered by the silence.
Then my head was breaking water and I could hear the music again. It was perfect. Pounding bass and a pop melody. All around me my bros were laughing and cheering and singing and dancing and fucking. I looked around for Jeff, but he’d gone into the house again. It was just the boys tonight, and I was part of it.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. It was Charlie, eager and horny. He got closer, kissing me while we swam.
Sometimes my old friends drop by, and like... barely any of them stay.
I’m the guy who’s got his life together. If that’s not enough for you, fuck right off.
Comments
Derek Williams
If only, right? My school didn't have frats, so I'm always hoping I've got it close enough!
Naks
I love frat bros. It's part of the reason I joined one in college. Sadly, no magic ritual to turn us all in to a bunch of porn stars.
