My workouts were getting more intense and I was starting to lean down in ways I had not seen since college. I know I owe all of that to Trey and his buddies. Since we had broken in Brad together Trey seemed to have adopted me like an older brother and pulled me fully into his gang for workouts. I already out lifted most of the wrestle jocks, but their sheer college guy testosterone and swagger served to push my lifts harder and my cardio longer. In just a few weeks I had dropped inches off my waist and was starting to see definition on my abs that I had been missing for years. I would chat them up about proper form and spot for them. It reminded me of my own time as a young dumb full of cum athlete and I was loving it.
Being Trey's "quasi big brother" did not change a lot between us in other ways. I still found myself shoved in the empty massage room or janitors closet at the gym after a hard workout with my clothes being practically ripped off. Trey would rev me up until I was lost in a sexual haze and I would find myself being bent into pretzels as he stretched my muscle bod to the limits of my flexibility while one of my holes got a stretch of its own courtesy of his massive tool. The kids endurance blew my mind. He seemed never to tire or slow while he pumped load after load into me. I could not get enough of him, and I could not say no. I still thought of myself as mostly Top, but one look at this confident prick smirking and I was a sputtering compliant bottom boi for his massive cock.
For all that this lithe wrestle stud was turning me into his muscle bound sex toy, he had not invited me back to his place again or given me any more chances with his roomate Brad. Our territory seemed to be locked in at Apollo's Gym. Brad was still hanging around. He continued to show up at the gym with his best friend and he joined in lifting, joking and rough housing like normal. He would be waiting in the sauna for the end of our post workout fuck fests and, except for the way i would catch his green gaze ocassionally scope out my sweaty physique, I would swear that I had imagined getting railed by and then reaming the handsome "straight" jock. If he wanted to play discreet, that was OK with me. It did make me wonder if he knew that I had a growing library of clips on my phone of Trey using his jock bod as a cum dump in a variety of slutty positions. The excitable wailing of the studly white jock blowing his load while impaled on Trey's donkey dick would forever be the soundtrack to my wet dreams.
It was a real surprise to me then that Trey invited himself to my house for GameDay. It was Friday night and we were wrapping up in the heat chatting about their upcoming meet with their college rival, and sharing plans for the weekend. It sounded like this meet was a make or break one for them and they were getting pulled into extra practices. I shared that I needed to clean up as I was having a couple of friends over to watch the game Saturday night. Trey slapped his hand on my shoulder and thanked me for the invitation. While I sputtered and tried to figure out just when I had done that, the little muscle plug turned to his other side to tell Brad they could go after wrestling practice.
"The gyms on that side of the campus, we can have Dom drop us off and I am sure the big guy here can give us a lift back later, right" he said slapping his hand down on my thigh and possessively squeezing above my knee.
Brad looked over at me with some shock on his face, but tried to wipe it off quickly. I would have bet before that his discreet hang ups were the reason I had not gotten an invite back to their place, but from that flash of eager surprise I started considering that it might be Trey who didn't like to share.
"Yeah man, sounds good" Brad said attempting nonchalance as he leaned back, stretched out his abs and ran his hand through his sweat slicked curly brown hair. I know he was trying to come off macho and chill but the sight of his slightly flexed bicep and hairy pits just made him look like a faggy jock slut. My cock stiffened in my crusty jock, making me squirm to adjust myself as I considered what I might be getting into.
The next day some panic set in as I realized I had two parts of my life colliding during the game. My buddies coming over were some former team mates and a couple of neighbors who I socialize with over occasional cookouts and events around the street. While they knew I was gay, these guys we mostly macho hetero dudes that enjoyed talking sports and drinking beer. My former teamate, Dan was gay but he got along great and usually led the machismo parade. Not that Trey and Brad wouldn't fit in, Trey just had a tendency of letting it be obvious that my muscle bound bod was his property which could be a little embarassing.
When Trey and Brad didn't show up for the start of the game, I relaxed a little and settled in to watch with the guys. It wasn't until the middle of the second quarter that I heard a car pull up outside. I saw Trey and Brad getting out of a light blue honda as I went to get the door and check who was in the driveway.
Both guys were dressed in sweatpants and hoodies and carried big gym bags over their shoulders as they sprang up the walk. I let them in and Trey went from shaking my hand to pulling me into a big bro hug as he thanked me for the invite. I flinched at his musky ripe smell realizing he had not taken a shower after practice. I had to shift my body away from the living room so I could discreetly reposition my dick that had twitched and stiffened uncomfortably in my shorts. A round of introductions followed and Brad and Trey made a beeline for the couch. They immediatley joined in the group and Trey worked his alpha charisma to have the guys laughing and hanging on his every word.
At half time, my buddies reminisced about their own college times and got really interested as Trey and Brad shared stories from their experience on campus and on the wrestling team. At the urging of the group, Brad mirrored his phone to my big screen and showed video from a couple of their recent meets, narrating holds and maneuvers as matches from both of the muscle studs played out. The guys loved it and questions continued to rain from them. Trey let Brad take center stage, showing my handsome neighbor Greg a hold. All the while I was fighting to keep my throbbing leaking dick as inconspicuous as possible as I listened to their banter and watched the TV screen. The tight singlets they wore in matches looked painted on, and highlighted every curve and bend in muscle. Seeing Trey on screen wrapped in tight spandex and dominating his opponent actually somehow seemed sexier than the whole package I saw on a regular basis. His bulge looked obscene packed into the spandex and I felt heat rush to my face as the camera pushed in on him pinning a gorgeous looking latino guy. His thick bluge was smashed across the dudes face as he held him down. As he shifted you could catch glimpses of shock and bewilderment while he was counted out with Trey's package practically suffocating him.
Greg was huffing into the carpet, tapping the floor with one hand as Brad grapevined his legs between the big firefighter's and pushed his head down in a half nelson. Brad hesitated but eventually hopped off him. I watched as he gripped him under the arm and helped pull my buff neighbor back to his feet while explaining just how he had used Greg's solid frame against him.
Trey jumped in complimenting his best bud and telling the group that he had been trying to get Brad to challenge up a weight class so that he could wrestle up as well. I vaugley remembered that Trey was already wrestling up a weight class and wondered just how good he was to be able to challenge two classes up with so much confidence.
"Hey big guy, how about you get us some beers" Trey commanded, sparing a glance back at me before turning back to the clinic Brad was putting on. Trey didn't seem to have any problem ordering me around in my own house. He was not rude, he just exuded that same irresistible confidence that people would do what he expected without questioning. I left after watching Brad force Greg up to his tip toes in a wrist lock and parade the straining hunk around the room that way.
I came back in holding a couple bottles on each hand and the topic had switched to training and the gym. Trey was talking about their workout routines and had shucked his hoodie to reveal a tank top underneath. He flexed and showed off his definition for the guys while telling then how much I was helping with their lifts. The guys were eating it up, and Trey practically bounced across the room as he explained how he was pushing me in high intensity cardio to repay me. Before I could react, the little stud had a grip on my shirt and rucked the front up to my just under my chin. I stood there with my arms extended holding two beers each, while he turned me from side to side showing off my ab progress and talked me up to my buddies. To anyone elses ears it may have sounded like hero worship about how much progress I was making and how good my build was. I saw Dan eyeing my physique approvingly as my face turned crimson. He usually would come calling to bottom for me from time to time between relationships so he knew I loved to top. I could see the wheels spinning, though as he looked back and forth between the kid and me trying to figure out why I was letting this little muscle stud handle me this way.
The rest of the game flew by in a hail of missed passes and rough penalties. By the end of the 4th, our team was up by just one point with their opponent marching into field goal range. A last minute field goal sailed through the uprights and our team had lost. The party broke up quickly, no one really wanted to stay and hang out after a loss like that. Brad and Trey obviously stayed back, and that was when their real fun began.
"Good god, that was a long game" Brad said starting to shuck out of his sweat pants and hoodie.
"Naw man, it was great! Your friends are fucking hot" Trey said to me, stripping down to match his bud.
They seemed to be wasting no time as both of the jocks cleared away trash and furniture in the living room and then descended on me from each side. Trey grabed my jersey in an imitation of his earlier performance, but jerked it up over my head and off. Brad pulled me towards him with a grip in the waist of my shorts and then slipped them down my legs making me hop a little on one foot for balance as he took them from me. I saw lube and poppers get pulled out of one of their gym bags and felt Brad slide behind me as he pushed me to my knees and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I have been waiting for this for a long time man."
The two of them went at me like fucking hyenas, throwing me from position to position. Trey made me warm up his enormous cock in my mouth while Brad fingered and prodded my big ass until I was nearly delerious. Brad power fucked my ass over the back of the couch while Trey lifted my face into his rank pits and made me slobber over each of them. They came multiple times in and on me, and I felt like a cum slick slut as they chatted and high fived between bouts. All the while Brad kept dangling that bottle of poppers in front of me keeping me running on a steady high. Brad was getting more
rough and verbal as he fucked. He would smack my ass and call me a bottom bitch, or grab my nips and squeeze them while i moaned and groaned impaled on one of their tools. At one point Trey was laying on the carpet with my ass sliding up and down his giant rod in a reverse cowboy while Brad stood straddled over his head, pulling my body back and impaling me upside down on his own thick cock. He was leaning me back so far that my legs had slipped out and were flailing for purchase as he battered my throat and let drool slime down my cheeks. The only thing holding me up was his firm grip around my neck. Brad's grip on my throat was constricting my breathing and I kept seeing blackness start to close in before he would let off the pressure and pound his tool all the way in to hold it there. "Flex bitch" he would say as I struggled to hold up my big guns in a double bicep pose. The first couple of times, i felt Trey grip around my hips and rabbit fuck his cock into my hole while i choked. As Brad kept going, though I felt Trey begin to take it easy on me and just let me slide down to bottom out on his long dong while my muscle body jerked.
Later I was flopped on my back on the floor with my legs splayed on either side resting on Trey's thighs as he gripped my hips and sawed his 13 inches into me. He was slowly pushing in and then dragging all the way out until his mushroom head almost popped out of my hole sending little flares of pleasure bouncing through my head. If I looked up I could see his cock sink balls deep and watch his ripped 8 pack flex as he gyrated his hips against my ass. His dick rocking back and forth over my prostate was driving me wild and keeping me right on the edge. Brad knelt by my head with that little brown bottle in hand and my senses shook as he passed it back and forth under my nostrils. Through my fuck fog I could hear him arguing with Trey. I was in no shape to catch it all, but got the gist that Brad was getting fed up with being Trey's exclusive bottom bitch. I had lost all body control as he continued to slowly edge fuck me. I was shivering and shaking as I reached for my throbbing cock to stroke myself over the edge. Trey leaned forward and slapped my hands off my cock, causing me to groan pitifully as I continued to writhe under him.
I looked up into Trey's smirking face again as he held my hands out to the side and was surprised to see Brad standing behind him playing with Treys muscled pecs. He had one hand tweaking Treys hard nipple while the other shoved the bottle of poppers under Trey's nose catching him offguard as he inhaled. I could see the poppers cause his face to flush, and Trey shake his head as Brad moved the bottle to his other nostril and encouraged Trey to take another big hit. The bottle was capped and tossed to the side and Trey moaned as Brad went back to feeling him up. I saw Brad smirk and reach behind Trey and then felt the jocks huge cock jerk and pulse in my hole as his face clenched in a grimace. Trey's whole demeanor changed in an instant. I felt him turn and then felt an immense emptiness when his cock jerked out of my ass as he swung to face Brad. To my surprise Trey's turn revealed Brad's hand pressed between Trey's big glutes and a finger disapearing into his previously untouched pucker. Fiery words were exchanged as the two studs struggled and started to jocky for control. I was shaking off my stupor and watching as these studs demonstrated just what they had. They fought for upper hand across the room knocking over a side table and rolling over a discarded pizza box as they wrestled. I had wondered just how good Trey was, and finally got to see it as he started edging out and then manhandling his best friend who outweighed him by almost 20 pounds. They traded control back and forth several times before coming to rest with Brads face shoved into the carpet, his arm secured high behind his back in a chicken wing. Brad smacked his free arm on the ground to tap, but Trey just leaned in, locking the stud tighter in his grip. Trey looked dangerous as he jerked Brad's arm higher making the white studs legs kick as he started mumbling his submission. Trey made him submit over and over, constantly wracking his arm higher until Brad was practically screaming and begging for mercy. Trey let his arm go and stood up before dropping a knee into Brad's lower back. The hunk jerked and flopped on the floor but laid still as Trey got up and walked over to me. "Hey big guy, sorry about that but Brad really crossed a line there" he said slapping me lightly as he pulled me to a sitting position. Leaning down to grab my throbbing dick he jerked me a couple of times as he told me what he wanted me to do. I almost shot my load right there hearing his ideas.
Seeing Trey submit Brad over and over had been hot. Seeing Brad's handsome face as he jerked him up by his hair was hotter. Brad's face was red with carpet burns across one side. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy with glistening tears welling up. Trey walked over to his gym bag and dug around inside before pulling out a wadded up bundle of white and red. "Suit up" he comanded as Brad's dirty sweaty practice singlet landed at his feet. Brad hung his head but stood up and pulled the damp spandex singlet over his body. Save for the fact he had just been whipped decisively, he looked like an absolute stud as the material hugged his form and highlighted his massive ass. Trey walked behind him and kicked his knees out from under him, sending him down to the floor. "This is going to be great" he said as he muscled Brad onto his back and then leaned over grabing his legs and jerking them up and over, folding the stud in half. Trey had seated himself so Brad's head rested against his lower abs. He had each of Brad's ankles in a hand and pulled them back above his sholders securing him in a humiliating spladdle. Treys big cock rose above his head and dripped salty pre into Brads curly locks. As instructed I dropped to my knees between Brad's legs and reached under his crotch to grab at the seam of his singlet before tearing it open. His hole revealed, I wasted no time in sinking my ample prick into the stud and began pumping him as hard as I could. Trey encouraged me give him back a little of what he had shown me, so I did my best to pound him like a whore while Trey complimented him on what a faggoty muscle slut he was turning into. He moaned as Trey stretched his legs to the limits of his flexibility. I shifted angles until I saw his face spark as I found his little bitch button. I rode him like that, constantly ringing his bell for several long minutes before I slammed my whole length in and dumped a load into his lily white ass. I kept thrusting for a while and watched my cum froth out of his hole around my dick as I stroked him until he exploded across his chest.
Trey dropped his legs and he grunted in relief. "One more lesson buddy" he said as he dragged Brad crawling to my couch by the hair. I helped him lift Brad's big bod up as Trey reached across Brad's pecs to swipe his hand through the studs cum. He used it to slick up his black python before we let Brad slide down it and seat himself fully on the monster tool. Brad groaned as he bottomed out, his thighs resting across Trey's and quivering. His feet stretched and flexed while they hung, not quite touching the floor. His head tipped forward to land on his chest as Trey snaked his arms up and secured the wrestle stud in a full nelson. His arms hung to his sides while Trey cranked down, pulling him deeper on his crotch. After setting up Trey's camera phone in a corner, I took a knee in front of a moaning Brad and ripped his singlet further until his hefty dick flopped out. I gripped it and started to stroke. Trey's idea was to milk and edge big boy Brad until he was completley spent and ready to concede to some new guidelines. I know he was angling for something, but honestly I did not care what Trey really wanted. I thought this was the hottest possible end to the night and I think I would have let them try it on me if they had asked. Brad groaned and shot a load all over my hand. I switched hands to keep stroking his hyper sensitive cock and shoved my cum coated fingers into his mouth to muffle his cries. He bucked his hips, trying to shake my hand off his aching cock which just served to fuck Trey's cock up and down his hole as he fought. Trey snickered and tightened down further on his full nelson. I heard him mumbling something so I shoved my fingers deeper and pressed down on his tongue. I started running my thumb over just his swollen sticky cock head and his mumbles transformed into high pitch whiney groans as his body shook. I saw the fight go out of him. His muscled bod slumped down in Trey's hold and i felt him start sucking my fingers in earnest. I smiled as Trey smirked and winked up at me. "That was one bitch boi...lets shoot for 8 reps" Trey cooed into his ear as I started roughly stroking him again.
