Baby's Cherry

Baby's Cherry (2)

A True Catholic Would Have Fucked A Seventeen Year Old

Hunter would not say he is insecure. He would never say that. If anything, Hunter's only got legitimate doubts about his abilities.

Like the fact that Cole, for instance, could hit and quit any girl when he himself got ghosted after a conversation, or fumbled one night stands or worse, discovered he'd been secretly betrothed to Miss Clingy after two Tinder conversations.

Or the fact Cole was just a little faster than him, most days, most races. Or the fact Cole had that easy smile like he was always winning something when Hunter's trailing behind frowning. Or the fact Cole could easily juggle college his course load and track and field training when Hunter struggled not to sacrifice anything. Of the way Cole could make friends of anyone while people easily thought Hunter' was arrogant.

It was kinda everything. How Cole lost his virginity first and to a hotter girl. Or how Hunter lost his to a girl who'd fucked Cole first.

How Hunter got himself stuck with a girlfriend he barely liked, the very summer Baby decided to go from kissing to distributing blowies. Probably that was why he'd chosen Tino. That's what Hunter told himself. That if Baby hadn't chosen Tino, it would have been Nolan. Hunter thought he would have been third choice, but wasn't even sure of that.

It's not insecurity, it's legitimate doubts.

Take his thing with Mia, his girlfriend. Hunter knew exactly why the other's relationships weren't going well : Asher and Kayla were mostly dating for status, MVP lax bro with overachiever future congresswoman, and that worked only up to a point. Camden and Zoe barely talked, had only soccer in common. He and Mia just didn't match, at all. They had little in common. They'd fallen in together during a campus party, six months ago, Hunter attracted to the petite redhead because she seemed shy. Turned out she was, a little too much. Hunter had never tried to broach the more exotic things he wanted, when hooking up outside seemed the height of kink for her.

But that was just Hunter, right? Of course he'd lock himself in a long term relationship he was not comfortable in, with a girl he didn't really like, all in the hopes of getting just a bit of tight pussy. No hopes of a blowjob, of course.

That's why he was looking at Baby so intently, today. It'd been three days since the Santino Affair and they were back hanging at the brothers' house, around the pool, no girls today. None of the guys had dared kiss Baby again, since he ate Tino's ass, except for Tino himself. Guy was bragging like he'd won the fucking lottery, and Cole said nothing. Whenever Tino was kissing his brother, Cole just watched. Hunter saw Cole get hard, and said nothing either.

It made Hunter hard as well. He watched Tino grab the babe, wrap him in his arms, and shove his tongue in that little mouth, and Hunter had to struggle a bit not to touch himself. It wasn't that he thought about it, really. Hunter wouldn't think about it. He liked girls and had always liked girls. He craved pussy and had always craved pussy; But making out with Baby had always been more than a joke, yeah, always been about a little more than just giving the kid a chance to live out some boyfriend fantasy.

When Nolan had kissed him first, Hunter had boiled. There was some comparing Cole and him, yes, but not Nolan and him. And when Hunter heard Nolan say once, twice, dozens of time Baby would grow up into a snow bunny, he had taken it upon himself to prove the obvious: Baby was crushing on all of them, like a younger brother would.

He'd somehow fumbled all that too. Second kiss after Nolan. Too focused on his lame girlfriend to unlock the next level out of Cole's little brother. That stung.

Yeah, that was the thing that stung. He should have kissed Baby first, just to show Cole. Of course, Hunter couldn't help think about Nolan doing it first, and getting hard at that, the idea of the tall black guy just stealing it from him. But it should have been him. Same with the throat. Yes, Hunter had spent three days jacking it to the thought of Baby's mouth split around a fat latin cock. He couldn't help get hard at the thought it had been stolen away from him too.

So there was only one cherry left. That boypussy. Hunter would get it. He would be the first to push into Baby's tight little cunt, in front of Cole if possible, and that would finally show him, show them all Hunter had it in him.

Fuck, if only he could.

Today, he has convinced himself he was going to be the first one to kiss Baby after the Santino Affair. Hunter was gonna start it all again. They were all acting like Tino had won, already. Tino himself was parading aroung the pool, messing with Baby, kissing him, taking him into the water and kissing him at the pace of the water's flow. Cock of the fucking walk, that one.

All afternoon, Hunter slowly reorganized the space, changing seats strategically, going to pick up a beer and sitting somewhere else, rolling a joint and passing it by getting up, getting ever closer to the lounger Baby had taken for the day, increment by increment. He would soon be sitting right next to Baby. All it would take would be for Tino to let up once, just once: go piss, go for a beer, take a picture for a story, any fucking thing.

Finally, it happened around 5pm. Baby came out the pool and Tino stayed in, playing ball with Camden. Jackpot.

Hunter layed on his side, facing Baby. "So, hanging with Tino, today?"

Baby wasn't having it. "Jealous, Hunty?"

"I'm not jealous."

"Oh, you've been hovering all afternoon."

"I'm just going around, talking to everyone."

"And sitting your damn self right fucking here, isn't that convenient." Baby wasn't a kid any longer and he was showing it. As soon as he had dried himself enough for it, he pulled a rolled joint out of a cigarette holder on the table with his things. He started off with a massive puff, then spit it in Hunter's face. "What's up, Hunt?"

"Nothing."

"You know you're still allowed to kiss me, right?"

Hunter planted his eyes in Baby's. Not moving for a second, wondering. "How do you know?" No use playing.

"I've know you since I was a kid, Hunter, so I know-know you. You've been in your head all day. Same for some of the others but you'll never notice who's also jealous of Tino if you never get your head outta your own ass. Anyway, Tino's not my boyfriend. You're still allowed to kiss me." Baby took another puff and smiled wryly. "You're encouraged to do so, pretty boy."

"As long as you didn't give Tino a favor before."

"Some guys like that," shrugged Baby, "knowing they're second best, going second. Thought you'd be used to it, with Cole."

Hunter's breath hitched, just a second. Baby was smiling at him. "You're very observant, aren't you?"

"I am." Baby turned his eye to Hunter's swimsuit and, precisely, Hunter realized after a second, to his crotch. "I'd say, seven or eight inches? Based on porn, and what I've been observing for a while. Guess work, but I'd like to check."

"Fuck, man. Did you talk to Tino like that too?"

"Yep."

"And he resisted for a whole year."

"A true Catholic," before he caught himself, "actually, a true Catholic would have fucked a seventeen year old, yeah? Anyway. Do you remember yourself at my age? Wasn't that long ago."

"Yes, I do."

Baby leaned in. "I think about it all the time, man. You must be all about pussy or something but for me, it's cocks all day long. Now, I'm gonna take my time, I'm not gonna give my first fuck to just anyone, but that doesn't mean I can't do other stuff in the meanwhile, right? I wanna choke on cock, I wanna get slapped by cock, I want a cock in my mouth and a cock in each hand, and even more than that."

"You want asshole on your tongue," Hunter whispered.

"Fuck, yeah." Baby was leaning ever closer. "I'd like it if you kissed me again, Hunter. These days my mouth's only used by Tino but you don't wanna wait too long, unless you wanna be third or fourth, yeah? Or do you?"

That made something snap into him. Hunter slid his hand behind Baby's head, fingers wrapping in hair. "I'm gonna be the first. The first to dare kiss your rimming mouth." And then kissed Baby.

Hunter couldn't help think about it. As his tongue was sliding against Baby's, he could only think about that little tongue sliding against Tino's hairy ass, in search of more sweat. As he took that pretty, girly face into his hands, removed the glasses, started kissing deeper, he could only think about that face shoving itself willingly in between Tino's cheeks. The guys had all been friends for years, they'd seen each other naked. Hunter knew exactly how Tino's ass looked. He could imagine how it got after a night of partying in summer. Even though he knew the rimjob was days ago, that Baby had been in plain view since he'd arrived in the same car as Tino, even though the kid tasted like Coca Cola and weed smoke, Hunter could not help chase that fucking taste of ass in his mouth. Not because he wanted the ass, that was sure. He'd have just a little more work to do to make himself sure that wasn't because he was chasing another man, a bigger man, a man who came first.

When the kiss ended, Hunter was hard and leaking in his swim shorts. He just said, "You take like cola and weed."

Baby laughed, "I'm a real life Lana del Rey song, Hunty," and left him there, giving him the joint in the same movement it took to jump back into the pool. A minute later, Baby was kissing Tino, then Cam. Then he became the ball in their pool game.

A shadow settled over Hunter and announced, too quickly for his taste, the arrival of Cole, who took Baby's place. "How you doing, man?" The tone was not pleasant.

"I'm, just... having a good afternoon."

"You know, you're the only one I wanna fight. When I see you guys kiss Baby."

"With the others -" but Hunter stopped himself before he said,

"Yeah, with the others it makes me hard. With you, it makes me hard, and angry."

Hunter already had difficulty breathing. He and Cole had always been friends and they'd always been rivals. One went with the other. They'd always sat together in class, even when they grew up and Cole got closer to Nolan while Hunter started working out with Asher and growing coser to him. They'd always been together and against each other, from training to competitons. It was rarely an subject of open discussion, but they'd broached it before. So the question came naturally, but uneasily. "You're forbidding me from doing stuff with Baby?"

"No." Cole was resolute. Angry and disappointed and sure of himself, and resolute in all of it. "I don't want your big fucking paws on my little brother. You've been sniffing around my girls for years, trying to get at their pussies once I'm done with them. You've been trying to outrun me your whole life. Now you want, what? Sucking and rimming from my little brother, too? Fuck you, Hunter." Cole turned to him. "But Baby does what Baby wants, yeah? I don't especially want him doing shit with Tino, or any of you guys, but I can't stop it, and I won't. However." And there was the weight of the world in that however. "Don't think you're gonna do shit for free. You're my oldest friend, Hunt, and one of my best friends. I've never used your thing with me, for me, whatever, never used it against you, but if you're gonna use my brother to get at me, I'm not gonna let it slide anymore."

Hunter was looking at his feet, hands bunched in his crotch, almost covering his cock that would not fucking go down. "I've not... I've not got a thing for you, man..." But he couldn't look up, couldn't look back at Cole.

"Coward. You wanna do stuff with Baby, that's fine. But here's the deal. Whatever Baby does to you, you have to do to me." Now, Hunter's head shot up and turned to Cole in a second. Cole was not smiling. This was not a joke. "Yeah, now you're getting it. That'll get you to think twice about putting your nasty cock inside my little brother's mouth, because then you'll have to suck on mine."

After managing to push a breath out of his knotted chest, Hunter asked, "Or?"

"No or. I know you'll do it." Cole rose from the lounger and started going back inside the house. "Keep in mind you now owe me a make out session, asshole. Gonna get myself a beer."

***

Cole rejoined the others on the lawn, satisfied to see Hunter still on his lounger staring at his feet. As well he should.

Ash had lathered himself in coconot oil and was tanning in nothing but clingy, white boxers. A few days ago, he'd have chosen black, but Cole knew this was for the benefit of Baby. And also his future tan. Olly was busy texting girls. Three since the beginning of the day, occasionnally sending a selfie of him in his swimsuit, taking in the sun or dipping in the pool, type of way to see, how about you show some skin? Nolan had dragged a lounger in the shade of a tree. He'd taken charge of the music and the weed. Cole sat indian-style at the feet of his lounger, looking at Nolan rolling joints. It took a little courage for him to say, "I did it. Told Hunter."

Nolan smiled with only one corner of his mouth. "Fucker's gonna be hard for the rest of the day."

"Don't mock him, man, he's my best friend."

"Yeah, yeah."

Cole and Nolan became best friends in high school, right around when Hunter and Ash started becoming gym bros and sharing protein shake recipes. There had always been some light competition over who was actually Cole's best friend, when the answer was both. Cole has shared his entire youth with Hunter, and he'd become a teenager with Nolan. When Hunter was counting calories and stacking weights, he was skipping school and smoking blunts. Different strokes. Cole let the competition happen. It was inevitable with two guys like Hunter and Nolan, and it was even a bit healthy. There was the same thing going on between him and Ash over Hunter.

But in this particular triangle, Hunter-Cole-Nolan, only Cole knew the true extent of the tension. Because he'd known for a long time if he said kneel, Hunter would have knelt mouth open, no matter how much pussy he got. But Cole also feared that if Nolan said kneel, Cole would kneel with his mouth open. It was a healthy, too, this fear, at least for Cole. He was aware of it. He was not afraid to find out where it led, in the end, not like someone else. Cole wasn't pouting, looking at his feed and holding his cock like a cuck.

Cole was biting his lip, thinking, and Nolan caught that. "You've been thinking about it since the first time he kissed Baby, man. Now that it's done is not the time to start considering it again."

"I'm just, like, wondering..."

"Oh, yeah," Nolan getting it immediately, probably already thinking the same thing, "Hunter's definitely getting his cock sucked just to get to yours. One hundred percent. Here," and he handed him a blunt, well furnished.

"Thank you for that." Once lit, Cole let himself disappear in a smoke cloud for a second. "I just don't want him to take Baby's cherry, yeah? I'm hoping the idea of my cock in his ass will stop him dead in his tracks from even trying. You never know what Baby will want, but I'm hoping it won't be forcing Hunter into it."

"I mean, Baby could still meet a guy, lose it to a boyfriend."

"Would you enjoy that? If he gave it to some stranger?" And Cole realized he'd said that much too angrily.

Nolan raised an eyebrow, "Ignoring your tone," but smiled anyway, "no, I personally, as someone who is not Baby's brother, would not appreciate that. You know I want that cherry."

"I'd rather you have it. And I know my brother. Let's face it, he's gonna pick one of you."

"So we know you don't want it to be Hunt," Nolan started enumerating after sparking his own blunt, "and we know you don't mind if it's me, what else?"

"I don't mind if it's any of you but Hunter." Cole thought for a second. "I mean, Tino might brag about it like an asshole after it, I'm not a fan of that. Cam's... Cam, he's gonna wanna do some weird shit. If Ash could fuck a standing mirror he would, so I guess he'd turn Baby's first time into a prayer to himself and that's not great. You would be the nicest and most helpful with him, I know, and it'd be a great first time, except for the fact we all know you have the biggest cock. So...," and he turned his eyes to the one trying to hook up with three girls, "yeah, Olly. I'm okay with any of you but Hunt, but I'm voting for Olly."

"Nice, dumb, immature Olly with the cool skate tricks."

"Fuck yeah. Baby never got a boyfriend in high school, what about a twenty year old who's never outgrown it? I say this with love."

"Every group needs a class clown." Nolan hesitated for a moment, smoking his blunt lazily in that way he did, holding Cole's gaze like a thought was gonna become speech but holding on until the shape was just right. "Do... you want me to say it?"

"I've not read your thoughts this time, don't know what you mean."

Nolan leaned in very close and lowered his voice as much as he could. "That you're allowed to think Baby's cherry is technically yours."

"That's wrong shit," Cole just said, shaking his head no, hiding himself quickly in another cloud of smoke.

"Just theoretically. Like, you're already weighing options for him and deciding who should take it. Owning the cherry doesn't mean taking it yourself, you can give it away."

"Fuck, man." Those were wrong thoughts, Cole knew. "Let's just talk about the weather, yeah?"

"It's summer, it's gonna be this weather exactly for three months. You can get weird with me, bro, you know that."

"Until you brought it up, I hadn't thought about it."

"Fair enough." Nolan laid back into the lounger and extended his legs, laying his feet in Cole's lap. "If you're not gonna go get your prize from Hunter, can you at least massage my feet a little?"

"Fuck you," but he laughed this time and though he didn't massage Nolan's feet, as they kept smoking and the afternoon extended into early evening, Cole stayed there, indian-style until his legs cramped and even a little past, Nolan's long feet in his lap, simply touching or holding them for a few seconds at a time, once every minute. Like it was nothing but the gestures you'd make while smoking on a lounger with your friend using you as a footrest.

Around 6, Asher rose, washed himself off the coconut oil at the pool shower, and he jumped into the pool, now only occupied by Olly. It took them about twenty seconds to talk Baby into rejoining for one last hurrah before the sun went behind the hills and would start setting for long hours. About a minute later, Baby was feeling up Asher's muscles and complimenting him with that minuscule little voice he knew to do when he wanted kisses and his hair played with by one of the boys.

Cole thought back to the way Baby had spoken when caught with Tino, to the way he'd wrapped Hunter around his finger not an hour ago on the loungers and got the guy to kiss him. As one of Baby's hand was squeezing against Asher's flexing bicep, the other was slowly sliding down the abs, looking for that treasure trail. Baby's fingers went digging into the waistband of Asher's boxers and Cole heard him say, "But Ash, I've already seen all those muscles, and there's a few you've been hiding from me!" Baby's hand was all the way in there now and slowly moving up and down as his talk became whispers in Asher's ear, until his mouth was taking over by the big guy for a lot of kissing.

Olly, in the corner, watched silently, seeming like he guy who was fighting not tot ouch himself. That made Cole smile. Interested but not gross about it. He was definitely voting Olly.

Cole soon realized he could easily vote Asher as well. Far from making Baby inflate his ego, it seemed like Baby was treating the little stack of muscles as exactly that. Flex this, Asher, and now flex that, and every time Baby said some, ooh, 1you're so strong, you're so big, Asher's heart grew three sizes. Baby touched his cock and his ass, kissed his mouth and chest and biceps and abs, and generally made Asher do whatever he wanted. Cole and the guys had always known Asher only wanted girls who were explicit about one thing: they thought Asher was hot. Baby wasn't stupid and had been hanging with the group his whole life so he'd clearly seen it too and had decided to use it as an on/off switch.

That made Cole weirdly proud.

***

Asher's plan went off without a hitch. The afternoon was his.

He'd seen the way Hunter had wormed his way from one end of the garden to the other, just for Baby to get a kiss out of him in two sentences and then jump in the pool. He could only imagine the weird ass conversation Hunter had had with Cole while holding on to his boner.

Sure, Asher had doubted for a second there, because of that kiss. But Baby had jumped into the pool and left him like that, and that had made Ash sure: the game was on.

When Cole invited them for the weekend, Asher had realized there was gonna be competiton. The boys' group chat had been aflutter with everyone trying to find out if Tino had gone back to Baby and both Tino and Cole confirming that no, that bridge hadn't been crossed. To tell the truth, none of them had dared provoke another hang out, thinking to let Cole stew as long as he needed. Thankfully, that was a short while.

Asher's plan, like all of his plan, had been simple. Just get naked, or as much as possible. He did the thing where he pretended he forgot to bring a swimsuit, just on the day he was wearing white Calvins. Oh, dear. And then he refused Cole's offer of a spare, in no uncertain terms. "Cole, my friend, look at me," flexing muscles, "look how much bigger, man, I'm gonna crack your shorts like the Hulk." Cole had understood immediately. And allowed him to play the game.

Asher had bathed as soon as he could, letting Baby enjoy the sight of him coming out of the water with those boxers leaving nothing to the imagination. A known streaker when drunk, he had nothing to hide from anyone present anyway. After a long time in the pool, letting Baby steal glances and pretending to catch him when really, Asher had been observing all along, he decided to bring out the coconut oil and to lay out on the grass.

That did the trick. Even Hunter distracted him by finally fucking sitting next to Bhim, after hours of approach everyone had clocked, Baby kept his eyes fixed on Asher half the time. As soon as the Hunter moment was over, the kid was at it again. And Asher threw in the final step: slow rise, deliberate walk to the pool shower, sexy wash. Kid was drooling. Coconut oil off, it took Asher all of one sentence to get Baby in the pool. "Hey, Babe, you gonna watch me flex all day without touching?"

So he wouldn't be the first to go after Tino. At least in terms of kissing. But Baby had a hand on his dick even before that, slowly jacking him off while feeling him up. He would be the second to get a taste.

The plan was almost derailed again when Baby whispered in his ear, "So, what about that girlfriend of yours, Kaitlin? Kylie?"

"Kayla," he whispered back in a laugh, "and you know that."

"Kemily, Kalissa, Quendra with a Q-U, who cares. Is she okay with me touching your dick?"

"I've never had to clear it with any of my girlfriends present or prior to make out with you, mister man," Ashed pointed out.

"Oh, then it's okay," replied Baby, seizing Asher's mouth in a kiss. "And I suppose kissing's the same as playing with your dick."

"Mmh, let's agree I won't say if you don't."

"Deal."

They made out in the pool and soon were doing the same on a lounger. Asher knew the guys were watching, all of them posing for a Study in Not Watching, most especially Cole. But they were watching, and they knew. Asher was gonna be second.

It became even clearer when Baby detached from kissing, took his hand out of Asher's boxers and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling the pool shower, right now."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we're dry enough to cross the house. What do you say we go take a real shower right now, upstairs, and get cleaned up to party later?"

"You and I? Together?" Asher asked almost innocently when he knew: the plan had worked. So simple. So efficient.

"Yeah, together. Could be fun to wash that beautiful body of yours, big guy."

Oh, that was the right thing to say. His cock, half-hard since Baby had left it alone, throbbed back to hardness. "Let's go up there, then."

Then Baby did the funniest thing. What would be the funniest thing if it were happening to one of the other guys, but Asher was not above seeing the humor in a situation, even if he was the butt of the joke. Baby just rose up, turned to the guys and said, "Alright, I'm taking Ash up to the shower, he needs washing off."

What followed was a chorus of "Ooohs" that even Cole joined in with a genuine smile on his lip.

As Baby started towards the house, Nolan called out, "Go up, Baby, and I'll send Ash to you in a second, I just need a quick work," asking Asher to come up to the lounger he shared with Cole with a flick of the fingers.

Baby shrugged. "See you up there, Ash."

Asher quickly made his way around the pool, to Nolan, trying to contain and hide his boner. "Bro, I won the afternoon, don't cock block me. Sorry, Cole."

"Baby does what Baby wants," replied Cole.

"And I'm not trying to cock block, bro, I just got a little ask. Not much, yeah?" Nolan turned a look to Cole, who nodded. "Alright, just, go up and have fun in the shower with Baby. If you would be cool enough to do us a favor, we'd appreciate it if you left the bathroom door open."

Cole would not look up at Asher, keeping his eyes trained on Nolan's feet in his lap. "Any particular reason?"

Nolan kept casual, smoking, like it was nothing. "Yeah, man. Peeping. Duh."

Asher went up slowly, weighing his options. The whole set-up had been voyeuristic from the start with any of them liable to kiss Baby at any time. But that thing with the bathroom door, that was taking a new step. a very bold, very specific step towards making this summer more of a participative experiment rather than each of them, separately you seducing Baby on their own. So yeah, he left the door open when he came into the bathroom. Either Baby did not notice, or he chose not to notice, and anyway as soon as he came into the bathroom they were kissing again and Baby's hand was on his dick.

"Get in the shower, big boy, I wanna wash this beautiful body," whispered Baby in between licking Asher's tongue.

"Is that..." kiss, "all you," kiss, "..., fuck, Babe...," Asher was now being pulled by the cock towards the cabin shower, "you know what you want, damn."

"Been waiting." As soon as the water was comfortable, Baby slid in, dragging Asher behind by the cock. "I've been looking at you for years, Ash, but you know that."

"I could see you, yeah..." Asher had wanted to show the guys. He worked out for his own benefit, yeah, but he wasn't above working out in the yard for Baby's benefit.

"I've been waiting so long to see everything that body can do." Baby's voice was pleading, like he hadn't taken charge of the whole thing. He grabbed soap and started going over Asher's body methodically. With his movements, lathering and massaging and rinsing, he explored every part. Shoulders and arms, chest and belly, cock and balls, until he was on his knees, hand going up and down around Asher's legs, staring at his cock. "I've been jealous of your girlfriends since I've known you," and turning his eyes up, he added, "although I've been jealous of all of your girlfriends."

"I think I've kissed you more than any girl, ever," laughed Asher. "And you always knew after all that waiting, you'd be our exception, right?"

"I knew. That's why I was a bit disappointed none of you came looking for me, after Tino gave in."

"Well, you're still our collective little brother, yeah? Even now, it's kinda weird seeing you on your knees like that." And it was. Baby's cock was hard and that was something Asher couldn't help look at, not with interest but with surprise. First time he was in a sexual situation and the person kneeling had a cock as well. And Baby was so much skinnier than him, or any of the girls Ash had been with. Like he really was still just a little brother.

"What if I do this, is it weird?" Baby leaned in and kisses the tip of Asher's cock. "I feel like I have to. You have such a beautiful cock."

"C'mon, Babe." Asher's face twisted into a knot. "You don't gotta do this, I know I'm smaller than Tino." He'd suspected but now that Cole had told them about those nine inches... That was three over him.

Baby surprised him. "Ash, you're as thick as Tino. Who gives a fuck about length. Plus I couldn't deepthroat him, like, at all. You could be the first one to go balls deep in my mouth. First one to facefuck me."

"Fuck..." His erect cock twitched in Baby's face, prompting Baby to lean in and kiss it again, "You really tried, too, I can imagine..."

Baby nodded. "Fuck yeah, man, I spent all night choking myself on it and begging Tino to hold me by the hair and push me down on it but he wanted to play the gentleman."

"And he should," argued Asher, "you're still beginning."

"But I don't want to be a soft little thing that suckles on your dick after giving you kisses, Ash," replied Baby with intensity, in his voice, in those upturned eyes, and in the way he grabbed Asher's cock with one hand and his balls with the other. "I want to be pushed down and choked by a big man like you, Ash. I wanna be taught how to take it like a good girl should, you know? Can you do that? Teach me?"

Asher hadn't truly breathed through that. It was one thing to try and seduce Baby, quite another to be there, realizing Baby was seducing him. Kneeling and stroking and purring like a cat. Asher's balls were being caressed and squeezed, greedy fingers slipping on his taint. "I can teach you, yeah, but... Baby..."

"No but, Ash," he said, grabbing Asher's hand and putting it over his own head. "You're so strong, I really wanna feel how much, how hard you can grip me, push me up and down. I want to see those big muscles flexing while you hold me down on your cock."

That shit was working. Asher wasn't proud or happy at how easy the kid was wrapping him around his finger, apparently just as easily as he'd done with Hunter. But he couldn't deny he was hard, leaking, and considering shoving it in Baby's throat and not letting go until he'd come deep in there. He'd always been easy to get like that, Asher himself knew, and it was a rude awakening to find out the kid knew too. "You... you want me to be a little rough with you?" His fingers were already gripping Baby's wet hair, tangling in the strands.

"Please, Ash, show me how powerful you are."

"Open up." Brain in the backseat, cock driving. Asher pushed Baby's head toward his cock. "Take in the tip, Babe, and start sucking it slow and wet." And Baby obeyed, closing his mouth around the tip and licking it with passion, a hum making his pink lips vibrate. "You're right, Babe, I'm thick, thick like Tino if you say so, so you're gonna have to go slow with it, stretch out your mouth and let yourself get used to that girth, yeah?" Baby hummed his understanding without releasing the cock. "Good. Start sucking. Make a whole lot of spit and spread it" And Asher started pushing down on Baby's head. At first, just an inch of that fat cock he still felt was too short. Just an inch, back and forth, Baby's tongue working full speed around it, slicking it with spit.

Asher had lucked out with his last girlfriend as it wasn't a chore to get her to suck dick. They even sixtynined often. The only caveat was that Kayla did it like she did everything: with good spirits and an interest in maximum efficiency. She sucked dick like there was a ranking ladder for it and while that was fun for Ash and did lead to quality blowjobs from a girl, he saw the immediate difference with Baby. Kayla licked his cock all over because she wanted it wet enough to slide; Baby did it because he wanted to feel Asher's cock with his tongue, again and again. Because Baby wanted to taste him. Asher would have traded professionalistic efficiency for this fucking devotion any day.

He kept pushing, slowly stretching Baby's mouth and helping him train his endurance. "You're doing good, babe..., I'm gonna stretch out this mouth, just like I do pussy." Everything he said made Baby's cock twitch, he couldn't help be see. Half his cock was in, soon, and spit dribbled out the sides of Baby's mouth in a regular flow. Asher's hand did not ever let go of his hair, unable to. Baby kept looking up at him, directly in his eyes, like the blowjob was a prayer and Asher was a fucking god. He pushed Baby off his cock and replaced it with fingers in the kid's mouth, pushing on the tongue to open it. "Are you enjoying it?" Baby nodded. "Is the stretch hurting you?"

"I can keep going, please...," the words twisted by Asher fingering his tongue.

The instincts he usually fought against during sex were awakening. He pulled on Baby's hair to stretch his neck back as he looked up. "Tell me the truth, is my thick cock stretching your mouth so much it hurts?"

"Fuck, yes, Ash, your fat cock hurts so fucking good."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it so much, Ash, I want more of it, I want all of that cock."

"Open up, bitch," and as he slid his cock past the middle, he realized he'd called Baby a bitch. Of course, the kid was back to sucking and humming his pleasure about it, his little cock hard between his thighs. So Asher just kept on pushing and pushing, unrelenting, working Baby's head towards the endpoint of his cock, that perky nose ever closer to being buried in his pubes. Baby started gagging more often, letting out spit in great splashes all over his own chest. "Just let it out, Baby, make it sloppy for me, show me how much you're salivating for me." Baby moaned in response, his hands clawing at Ash's thighs, trying to get him closer, deeper, to make him pump into his mouth. "Don't be a greedy bitch," Asher said, letting it out again by mistake, "focus on what I give you, on what I think you can take and deserve."

Baby blinked, still looking up at him like he'd never dare close his eyes, and tears fell down his eyes as Asher gave a final, harder push, and got his cock all the way to his balls. They slapped satisfyingly on Baby's chin.

"Don't move," said Asher, "don't you fucking move, just keep swallowing around me, work your throat around my dick, let it be in there and stretch you, let it shape your throat and make it into a perfect hole for me."

Baby wouldn't have pulled away, he knew. He was working at it, fighting his gag reflex, choking and spitting, crying and shaking, drowning in his own spit. The sight of him triggered something in Asher, and he knew he was fucked. "Ok, Babe, we're gonna have to be efficient. I'm gonna use your mouth, I'm gonna be rough about it, and I'm gonna be quick because you're about to make me come, yeah?" He did not wait for any sign of an answer before his hips started snapping wildly, pushing his cock in and out of Baby's mouth.

The choking got worse and the moans more intense. One of Baby's hands slid from Asher's thigh to his ass, pushing him further and faster in, while the other flew down to Baby's cock, squeezing and crushing it rather than stroking.

Asher didn't care. The hand squeezing his ass cheek and weighing the muscle there only pushed him forward. Baby's mouth was hot and wet, his throat was tight, and Asher's balls were tightening. He started slamming in with deep, well separated thrusts, counting along. After twelve, he shuddered and pushed himself balls deep again, keeping Baby's head in place with all his strength...

... and kept himself from coming. His laugh echoed off the bathroom walls and he slapped the back of Baby's head. "Good fag, I've got some more for you." Asher started thrusting again, randomly. Fast and hard when he felt he could, slowing suddenly when he felt about to go off. His eyes turned down to Baby's cock, still crushed under the kid's hand, and he said, "Fuck, Babe, just jack off, make yourself come sucking my cock, show me how fucking turned on it's making you to suck on my fat chode, just show me how much you like me," and Baby obeyed without hesitation, stroking himself haphazardly with his entire focus on Asher.

That didn't last long. In under a minute, Baby was coming all over himself, cries of pleasure choked by the cock busy fucking his throat. Asher laughed again. "You fucking slut, you love having your throat fucked so fucking hard," and started demonstrating just that with violent thrusting. Looking up he looked left and caught the empty bathroom and the open door.

And Cole, watching.

Asher's hand tightened in Baby's hair and he pushed him as deep as he could. This time, he came. He came hard and long, heaving, eyes planted firmly in Cole's. Baby's brother was just standing, fully dressed, not even having the decency to touch himself. Bro was taking it in.

And Asher gave him all he could. All throughout the ejaculation, he fucked into Baby's mouth, making sure to push as much cum down his throat as slid out of his mouth. "Did you like it, Baby," he asked, never letting go of Cole's gaze.

Baby took the dick out of his mouth and started slapping it on his face, spreading spit and cum. "Yes, Asher," chuckling, "I think I'm gonna have to have some again."

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