Hi everyone, This is Jason, your favorite dom jock.
The party that has been thrown in my name in the resort that is owned by Noah Smith. Well actually, by his father who is one of the trustees of the college, and the students of this college have gathered in the big resort house, and are going wild. I had an exciting agenda for tonight. Had many drinks and some food already. And a few minutes ago, fucked an Indian caterer cutie quite wildly in the basement near the back of the house.
We both are coming back to the front of the house now, following the same path we went to the basement. The boy is walking a bit weird because he just got fucked by my thick cock and had exhausted his body by cumming hands-free for the first time. There I gulp down some neat whiskey the first chance I get and hand a couple drinks over to the indian twink, whose name I got to know was Pran. His family moved to the US a couple years back and he does the catering job for some side income during high school. And has been working for the catering agency that manages Mr. Smith’s parties, hence his familiarity with the big house.
Leaving him behind to his duties, I come to the front lawn again, and directly jump into the pool. What better place to properly clean my dick and undies. In a few minutes, the guys are getting naked again and jumping into the pool, and chugging chants are happening all around again. I chug some beer with the boys too.
Some drinking games start around the pool, with lots of dancing with loud music on speakers. I rock an intense game of throwing ping pong balls into glasses and gulp down a couple more drinks. I start to buzz a little, but I know how to handle myself of course.
It has been an hour since I fucked that Indian boy, and I already have 2 girls in both of my arms as now I am standing in the pool on the side, with the rest of the jocks and chicks all talking and laughing. Lyla on the left has one hand on my chest, and in the other she was holding a drink we were both sipping from. On the right side, was a slutty Chinese friend of Lyla that I was meeting for the second or third time only. And she was slutty because my right hand was on her ass under the water, with her bikini string pulled to the side, I was stroking her hole and the lower part of her pussy in turn. Both of us were drunk enough to not mind. My meat was rising again, thankfully under the water. Well it was time to fuck again and it was only 11 pm. The party is only getting started.
I spotted Mark in the crowd too, who now seemed drunk enough to leer at me. There was a touch of jealousy in the way he was looking at the girls I was holding on my body. I remember how slutty and cock-hungry his handsome face was last night when I started fucking him from behind. That carelessness and lack of poise was back on his face because probably he was that much drunk now. Then he was slowly maneuvering his way towards the pool. He started to undress himself to get into the pool.
That was new. The people in the pool right now were your typical hunks, dumb jocks, ripped sportsmen, their girlfriends and some other slutty girls that wanted to get down with any of the hot boys.
Mark while being tall and lean-muscular could have been counted as a jock, but never counted himself as one. He was the head of the student’s council and scored top of the class, and that put him separate from us in his mind. But now he was getting down to our level, being in his neat skin-tight undies, with that korean skin of his, getting into the pool, all the while looking at me every few seconds to kind of say that he was doing this for me somehow. I could notice the slutty way he was moving his body, with his fit ass sticking out, his smooth milky body glistening with the water dripping from it as he slowly descended into the pool and swam gracefully a bit and then stood on the side of the pool directly opposite to me. That right there is a slut’s awakening. He knows what he wants now, and that was to just let me use him.
From the corner of my eye I caught Ryan who was sitting with his legs in the pool on grabbing the attention of a couple of his pals and signalled towards Mark.
“Well, aren't we lucky tonight that the personal guard of the dean himself has graced us with his presence. Mark, isn't the water of the pool too corrupted by our bodies?” Ryan shouted at Mark mockingly, grabbing everyone’s attention. A couple agreeing shouts from behind Ryan. Ryan was the captain of the basketball team. A full-on jock, almost as tall as me, and muscular but not as bulky as me. He had a tight shirt with only 2 lower buttons fastened, which made his well-defined pecs and the promise of a set of chiseled abs visible. While wearing only underwear his well-defined legs were visible too. I had seen him making reels while being shirtless in the gym several times when we sometimes worked out at the same time after our respective sport’s practice, he had an aesthetic build. To match that fit bod, he had a clean smooth face with sharp jawlines that gave his face a masculine hunk vibe. And so overall, as you can imagine, he was second only to me in appeal, because I was slightly taller but more muscular than him. And while there were other hot jocks around the pool, he stood out because he too was a leader among his team and friends. Which made him cocky and a troublemaker. And He also had some beef with Mark because once Mark had imposed some interdisciplinary actions on the basketball team for using their indoor court for random parties.
“Well, I assume the water gets cleaned every day. Besides, I must have built a tolerance for your corruption by now.” A fitting reply from Mark. Some people chuckled.
“Who are you calling corrupt, you korean shit?” Ryan said, gulping down some beer, and releasing his gf from his hands to step ahead to the middle of the pool in Mark’s direction.
“Woah, that's not cool bro.” I said, on the racist comment, taking one step ahead just in case. Ryan seemed a bit drunk.
“Dude, you called yourself corrupt? Look, I have no business fighting anyone here. We came here to party, let's party” Mark started to cool Ryan down.
“Oh you think you can even land a punch on me much less fight me, you skinny bitch?” Ryan with his belligerent behavior was at it again. He undid his last two buttons and took off the shirt. He wasn't exactly flexing because he knew he didn't need to flex to establish that he had a significant advantage of muscle over Mark.
“Look man, I came here to just take a dip, not to deal with a dipshit.” Mark remarked. Some people laughed. You can always count on him for witty words. Ryan could never win with Mark with words. The dumb jock jumped into the pool towards Mark in an attempt to swim up to him and land a punch on him or something. But before he could reach, I took a quick dip and grabbed his leg and pulled him back. He flapped one of his legs for a couple seconds before realizing that his other leg was stuck. More people laughed at his futile efforts. I had no intention to humiliate him but he needs to calm down.
“Calm down, man. The pool is for everyone.” I said, releasing his leg while he landed his feet in the pool a safe distance away from Mark. I would not see one scratch on that pretty Korean face. Nor a bruise can I see on that milky body. Mark was my slut now, and there is no point in being an alpha if you can't protect your sluts from other men. Plus this party was thrown by me, and I didnt need unnecessary drama that edged toward bullying.
“Why the fuck do you care, Jason? You remember how he put a stop to those parties on the basketball court. You attended some of those too, I remember.” Ryan was facing me now, trying to scare me into backing down. Near the end of the words he was saying, I could sense the hesitation in his voice however.
“He put a stop to it because your stupid ass started a bonfire in the middle of the court, lighting benches. Your stupid ass didnt even think of the spectators of your own game. Do you have no respect for your own sport?” I said asserting my authority over him, with stark expressions on my face, and muscles flexing naturally hard. Everyone around could sense the tension between us, and everyone knew that if Ryan moved a muscle against me, he would end up unconscious in this pool. They all have watched me play football and rugby. They all know what all I can do. The question was did Ryan have the inkling of this fact, in all of his drunken rage. He didn't.
Ryan flicked his hand in front of me in a dismissing way and tried to take another leap toward Mark. I think Ryan thought that I was only trying to avoid a scene at my party, and if it would come down to it, to Ryan showing Mark what's what, being a jock myself, I would not go against another jock. But he obviously didn't know that I had promised Mark that I would take care of him, and that apart from being the jockiest jock of the college, I was also an alpha master to some faggot sluts and Mark joined that club last night.
Before Ryan could take another step, I grabbed his neck from behind and plunged him into the pool. He tried to land some punches on me as he went down, some landed but didnt really hurt much, and some only punched the water around. I landed a strategic punch on his stomach while he was going down.
“Ooo”s were heard from the crowd of college goers as if they had excitedly anticipated this. Ryan has been known to be a troublemaker and sometimes even a bully.
His girlfriend along with some of the basketball players came rushing. I left Ryan floating and took a few steps back raising my hands.
“I think he has had too much to drink tonight. Can you guys arrange some coffee for your captain or maybe a bed?” I said, smirking at his teammates. Two of his bros held him upright and prepared to walk him out of the pool.
None of them would challenge me. They were smaller than their captain. I could easily handle 2 of them. Besides, my teammate buds were ready to jump into the pool if they moved toward me.
They grabbed Ryan who had his breath knocked out of him, and was having a hard time balancing himself up and took him.
Mark walks towards me and starts to thank me in a Bro way. We both exit the pool.
I grab a couple of drinks from the table nearby and walk into the house, with Mark meekly following. To everyone else it was us walking off to relax from a scene. Only Mark and I knew the carnal urges that were flowing in us. I just saved my slut from a beating and asserted my dominance in front of all, the lustful implications of that in the mind of an alpha male, such as me, were very powerful and I needed to release those feelings on the slut. On the other hand, Mark could feel that he has become the slut of the master of the college, and serving me is a matter of envy for many sluts around him. To serve his savior, his master, is to fulfill the purpose of his life.
People in the house have noticed the panicky situation that took place in the pool, and knew somehow that I beat up the guy who was making noise. Some of them stepped aside to make way for me in a fearful way, as if I might beat up someone else as well. Some of this crowd doesn't know that I was not their typical dumb jock. I would rather fuck ass, get some use out of a tenacious faggot’s immense subservience toward me, than bully people unnecessarily.
I knew the way to the corridor towards the back of the house now, and thats where I was headed, with Mark following. That corridor also gave way to rooms where people of the party might not have already passed out in. I checked in a couple of the rooms, they either housed someone already or were locked from inside. The fourth room I tried had no one in it, that I let Mark enter, and locked the room behind him.
Mark turns around and faces me with his hands folded in front of him. I walk up to him rubbing my hardening dick that had been having blood pumped into it the entire way to the room as I took sips of the mild drink I had in my hand. I definitely had a semi-erection while I was walking through the mild crowd, now that I think of it. Mark’s attention has now entirely focused on the raging hard-on that my underwear was not able to handle because of which I had to rub it and adjust the cloth around it. As I stop right in front of him in the middle of the room, Mark lowered down and kneeled. He knew where he fits in this whole picture. He knew what he came here for. I gently cup his face with my large hand. He looks into my eyes, with his pretty eyes. The feeling of a picturesque face - the likes of which you would see on those billboards of high-end fashion that feature Korean models for diversity's sake - staring up at me, admiring me, feeling safe under me and being ready to receive whatever action I might inflict on him, be it pain or pleasure, is what I get with boys, that I can never get from girls, no matter how submissive a girl might be. More I have blissful moments like this, where I turn good natured boys into hungry submissive sluts, the more percentage of my bisexuality I declare for the boys’ team.
My dick is flaring by now half out of the briefs I was wearing. I droop down a bit and smooch Mark to make his mouth wet, with a couple of bites on his lower lip, and then push his face into my crotch. He immediately grabs my cock-head with his tongue, moving it around on it. I stand there watching a curious face that is excited to this new-found passion, sucking a beautiful dick. I let him go at it, standing, looking up into the ceiling. Mark licks half of my dick that is out of the confines of my V-shaped underwear. Then he grabs it and pulls it out of the underwear. He tries to deep-throat, while choking on it. Trying his best to avoid the gag reflex.
“I guess it will still take a few more sessions to properly train your throat. But let me give you a demo of what is expected out of my slut, now that you have decided to become one” I said, looking at his face with eyes stretched up to look at me. Then I grab his head with soft silky hair to touch, and make him choke for real for half a minute. But as I see teardrops rolling smoothly down his cheeks, I stop the practice session. Will continue this training in the future when I will have more patience and less liquor in my stomach. I pull him up to stand and go wild on his face, neck, nipples with my tongue and teeth, while grabbing his ass and upper back in my hands in a tight grasp. The ass that was smooth and fluffy, and just slightly wet right at the hole, which didnt dry yet. It eased my task anyway, and if Mark’s ass is recently douched then the wetness inside will be enough to get my fingering game going. After kissing and biting his upper body with some visible dark hickies, I go to deeply smooch Mark again, in the same motion I enter my middle finger into his hole using the wetness from the pool mixed with wetness inside the ass.
“You did indeed douche your ass a couple hours ago or so? I can feel the wetness of it”
“Yes, … yes, I did. I had to …. learn how to do it ….. online”, he says in between his writhing body and moaning caused by the penetration of my finger mixed with me eating his mouth. The confirmation of having Mark as a successful conquest caused a wave of testosterone running through my body and dick, the dick that was pulsating between Mark’s soft thighs heaving and leaving precum on them.
Mark’s hands are both helplessly holding my upper arms in a show of resistance but backed by no power as the fag wanted nothing more than to simply be of some use to his man, Me. To be in my arms right now is what Mark must have manifested for this night.
“Good boy. I guess whatever happened last night when I took you, half seductively, half forcibly, had definitely made you realise a few things about yourself?” I grabbed his jaw to pout his mouth in a cute way to look into his gorgeous eyes. I guess he has already been struggling with these feelings, internally for a while but needed a push for them to be out there, Push from a Man.
And lucky for me to be that man, as to right now, I have in my arms, a korean slut with a pretty face I am smooching right this minute through the soft moans as the faggot juices are forming on the walls of his hole as i made my finger comfortable in the tight space. With the other hand, I am probing and squeezing the lean muscles of his helpless body that is trapped between my strong arms with him standing on his toes to ensure my dick stays between his thighs. As I go back to chewing on his small dark pink nipples, I start to think that it was not a sustainable position to keep the boyslut in, as I was planning to insert a second finger, and as tight as this korean boy pussy was around one finger, it will be better if the slut is in a good position with something to quiet him down. So I take one last look at him as he was left standing with both hands on my hand that was clasping his ass with the finger pussing deep inside, a hungry face that wanted more. His face combined with his lean muscles he looked similar to Jackson Wang (look him up) in that moment. I also admire the masterpiece I painted in red and brown on the smooth milky canvas of his skin around the neck, shoulders and upper chest. Then I take a couple steps toward the bed while the slut jumps on his tip-toes with ass pulled out with the finger stable inside, and sit on the edge of the bed, while Mark gracefully goes on all four on the smooth carpet, with his eyes set on the prize, that he takes in his mouth in one smooth motion, no instruction needed.
I take out the finger from his ass, and let him lick it up too, to familiarize the slut to the taste of its own ass juices and to also make them extra wet as next I start to insert the two fingers in.
With other hand I stroke his face as he moans sluttily licks on and around my dick, trying to deepthroat the second time. With the slut horned up enough and fingers doing their job of opening a slut up for some rough fucking, I start to properly fuck his mouth with the other hand.
As you can imagine, with my long hands and big body it was comfortable to reach my fingers deep into the ass, while being upright getting the pleasure fucking the mouth of a passionate boyslut that is fighting its own gag reflex. After some rounds of tears being visible on the Korean jock’s face, I simply turned him around. He obediently did a 180 turn on all fours on the floor. Now the beautifully round, naturally smooth milky ass was right in front of my wet dick. The dick was pumping in new waves of blood every second as its favorite kind of hole was just inches away, the boy pussy of prime beauty. I felt some urges to eat the pussy but then stuck to my rule which is to test a faggot a couple of times first as checks to see he knows how to douche then only eat ass the third time. A mishap can give you years of trauma.
I throw these thoughts out and focus on the beauty of the ass with the strong back and a petite thin waist. I hit a good spank on the left globe, give a couple of hard squeezes on both.
“I took the risk of protecting you in the pool because you have let me inside you. You were my bitch for more than an hour the previous night. That jerk, Ryan will give me trouble for what I had to do to him. But its all worth it since I knew this ass would be mine from now on. Mine to do whatever with, isn't that right Mark?” I said spanking hard again and grabbed his neck to pull his face up to get an answer from him.
“Yeah, man. I thought I would be beaten up for a second out there. Fuck me however you want. I took the risks only to feel your dick deep inside me again,” he managed to say.
“Good slut. Now push yourself back on my dick. I need to know you really want it. It does seem that you want it badly. But I want to see it up close. Fuck yourself on my dick”
Mark puts a hand back to lead my dick to poke his hole. His pussy was shut as the hole really was tight. It took some backing up of Mark through jabs of pain he seemed to be feeling, to penetrate the thick head in. Then inch by inch, the fag takes the whole dick of 9 inches in. And starts to fuck himself. Meanwhile I start to caress and squeeze parts of his smooth back. After a few half strokes, I grab his hair and dictate the moves, going all the way at the tip to all the way in. then in a matter of a minute, I increase momentum. The faggot motor is on, where Mark’s upper body is moving back and forth, with the four limbs stable on the carpet, with me sitting still on the bed.
In this way of letting the fag dictate the speed and power behind a stroke I prepare the boy pussy well without stressing much on it. Mark sets up a good rhythm with me guiding it with one hand grabbing his hair and the other having a firm hold on his lower back. The tightness gave a great suction and it was just the right wetness too.
“Thats the pussy I know”, the grand spectacle was in front of me again. A tight asian pussy, rubs well an entering dick and resists an exiting dick, which combined creates just the best fucking. Obviously the best would be when I would be in charge of the fucking but its the next best thing.
The thoughts drive me crazy and I just decide to not delay it anymore. I get up and out of Mark’s ass and grab the drink I placed on the nightstand, I knew it was the stronger of the two I brought to the room. I take a sip and rest I let Mark gulp down. He was tipsy for sure but it would help him to have some more liquor in his belly for the next part of the night. I grab him by his neck with another hand shutting his mouth and slouch a bit on his body to enter his ass as he was still on all fours on the carpet. Without losing any moments, I start the Alpha engine. Dick going balls-deep with some power and my weight put behind each back-shot, the guts of the faggot that I was hitting definitely resisted but were soon rearranged to accommodate my dick. In a couple strokes only I reached my Max force and Max speed, with hands to ensure the screams of the faggot do not leave far from the room, and other hand holding his neck and shoulder firmly so that the faggot doesnt drop down or move away. Mark was taken by surprise and started screaming in a muffled way as soon as I hit the walls that I only grazed in his ass the last night I fucked him. I knew It was painful for the faggot but I knew he would soon be able to distinguish the carnal pleasure in this assault on his guts in this drunkenness. I knew he wanted this and came prepared for it. I just didnt have time to be wasted for increasing the intensity of my fuck progressively. I knew it would take a lot of hard drilling for me to cum since I was dried up already by an Indian twink, so that meant Mark was going to be broken in, literally. Sooner rather than later. The pressure of the walls of Mark’s ass felt amazing against the girth of my dick and every stroke while gave me a wave of pleasure, it also pulsed Mark’s beautiful body with a new jolt of faggot pleasures. And in a matter of minutes of the continuous hard fuck the muffled screams ceased, and I removed the hand from the faggot’s mouth, and lo and behold, a moaning faggot, making carnal noises that would make a high-end prostitute blush. I spanked the jiggling ass hard and firmly grabbed his thin waist to support my position, just so that I could fuck with renewed rigour, pushing extra hard as I went deep in the juicy ass, and with that Mark moaned ever louder and more desperately.
After 10 minutes of continuous fucking like this, I was sweating profusely and knew this position is not sustainable for me, and maybe neither for Mark. I lifted the faggot up, that was lost in his urges and looked at me dazily. He thought that I cam in his ass or something. As he stood and faced me, and for the first time my gaze went toward his dick, it was a small limp nub that despite not being hard was dripping loads of pre-cum. I knew that even if it was hard, it wouldn't be much of anything. Mark started to embrace me in a hug, well, because he actually did think we were done. I grabbed his neck and slapped that tired yet pretty face and brought it back for a smooch where I basically chewed both of his lips and then looked at him.
“Look down and tell me if that's a dick that just ejaculated” I pointed his neck down to my throbbing dick that stood straight out from my body, all 9 inches. The veins were popping and the ass juices were shining. Mark instinctively knelt down and started feasting on it. He took well to the taste of his own ass juices. I start to choke him on it for a good minute then I raise him up while placing a spit on his face on his way to the bed. He drops on the bed And then I jump on him as he lay on his stomach. My dick went right into that wet gaping pussy, no hands needed, and the faggot had the audacity to scream out again. I grabbed both of his hands and interlocked his fingers with mine, with my torso lying on his and started fucking just as hard as before. To take advantage of the position, I dug my teeth into that milky skin around the shoulders. The faggot adjusted himself under my body weight and graciously took the drilling. Muffling his own screams and slowly realizing that it has been a pleasure all along to be fucked by a real man and then start moaning in that feminine way but with a lot more slulttiness than what even girls could manage.
“Ahhhhh …. Yessss…..ahhhh…. Fuck me….oooooo… Fuck me, Jason, … man” Mark was screaming on top of his lungs this time and I didn't mind at this point. Its a big house and there is a wild party going on. No one would mind a loud slut moaning with the sounds of hard thighs hitting silky ass globes, and then I really looked at Mark’s ass. It was Red as fuck, from all the hard fucking, it was almost as if he was getting spanked with every stroke.
Mark was at this point either worn out or was in some other realm of pleasures as he was probably drunk too. His eyes were shut and every hard stroke that I was still delivering, he responded with a sharp moan. His ass was definitely crafted for some peak fucking pleasures, i was sure now. After several minutes of this, I sense something distant building up in me.
I grab Mark’s thighs and lift them to have his ass lifted up properly supported by his knees on the bed, then I pull on his leaking dick and collect it to be facing me alongwith his balls and then close his legs together. The view of a helpless faggot with the beautiful gaping hole staring into the ceiling, with an arch going down to strong shoulders, with smooth leanly built legs pushed together and a penis dangling and witnessing a real throbbing dick preparing itself for the ass, sends a wave of horny electricity though my body. Its one thing to fuck a twink, small and slender. And a whole different thing to fuck a sizeable dude when you put him in these slutty positions.
Now, with my hands putting his upper body down to support my weight, I start pushing the faggot hard with my dick going all the way in effortlessly, and yet the pressures of the pussy walls are intact. I jump up and down on Mark’s ass as a jolt goes into Mark’s body which makes the faggot moan inside the bed and the pillows. New walls are hitting the tip of my dick as it was a different position where my dick went in a different direction. But soon they too start to adjust to my needs as the slut endures the hits with his hands clasped tightly and toes curled up and a sharp moan at every alternate stroke. At every other alternate stroke, Mark lowers his ass to not raise it again, and is rewarded by a hard spank on the ass-cheeks followed by me raising the ass back up. The faggot will eventually learn to keep the position I set him in firm. Alongwith all of this, the singular mark of faggot’s manhood, his sorry penis flops around in all directions, which is the only sign that this was indeed a faggot I was impaling and not some cheap whore earning her bread in some random motel. Yes, indeed, such whore you won't even find with loads of money. This welfare is only awarded to Men like us that arouses this faggotry in the hearts of faggots. A faggot taking pleasures in getting impaled, assaulted and truly used for the pleasures of an Alpha man is probably when he is his happiest. Mark has started to realise that it seems as he now knows the rewards of his endurance. After some five minutes of continuous pinning him down with my dick, Mark has stopped flinching at every stroke and ceased any attempts to lower his ass now. He was simply there existing beneath me and moaning seductively and maintaining his ass’s position as I kelt the drilling on.
“Yesssss….. Fuck … me … Cum… in …. Mee….deep…. In ….me … Jason” The faggot enunciates singular words with every moan. He was a faggot, I thought and is indeed enjoying himself but at the same time wanted me to breed his ass as soon as I liked. He was still calling me by my name, for one thing, instead he should have yet accepted that He was my faggot now, which automatically means I am his master. But I am not just any master that asks their sluts to call themselves master while grabbing their throat. I let my sluts feel that on their own and accept it at their own pace, like I did with my other faggots. A true master knows every faggot has different journeys.
“Oh its coming, faggot. I remember last night you were not bred by me. Tonight you will feel it” I said through breathing hard and i kept drilling on and the release was coming closer now. So while maintaining the force by which I was fucking, I decreased the speed, and again grabbed the faggot’s hands and lowered my upper body toward Mark’s face to be able to grab him in a smooch. Mark desperately twisted his neck at a chance to kiss his master. He knew Master only does it when Master is happy with his faggot. I was happy as now everytime I entered the raised ass with a hard thump so as to take maximum pleasure out of every slow stroke, the faggot relished it and waited for it and responded with a thankful moan through the smooch. Breaking the smooch, I push the faggot’s pretty face back into the pillows and prepare for the avalanche of pleasure waves through my flaring hard legs and strong thighs that were flexing hard and glistening with sweat, as the waves reach my loins to explode in the forms of burning jizz filling the deep-ends of Mark’s ass with every stroke. As the last bits of my semen is deposited in the ass I slowly put my weight down on Mark as I allow him to lower ass in the same motion. I lie there on the faggot for a couple more seconds before twisting Mark’s head toward me again for a smooch. The faggot turns his body around under me and I grab his face properly as I eat his mouth properly for a minute. And then I let the two sweaty bodies depart from each other.
“I would advise you to wear something on your body unless you want to sell a story of getting groped by a bear or something” I say as I get my underwear on. Mark is lying on his stomach like a satiated faggot, and gape in his ass had started to close itself.
Then he got up in one slow motion.
“Yes, I will find something to wrap around. You might not see me outside. I will probably go have one drink and go home” and stumbled toward the washroom.
I nod. And I walk slowly out with a calmness in me and soon seek the best action.
My team and their girlfriends and their girl friends are now all gathered around the living room. The couch and the big dining table are occupied with a few of my buddies with their girls sitting between their thighs or on one lap. There are other groups around the kitchen and stairs and in the lawn. Some cheering party noises are coming from the pool as I could imagine some other fun group had taken over the pool. So the party is still going strong and it was only midnight. I enter the living area and some faces shift toward me and Lexo handed a whiskey bottle toward me.
“Woah brother, where have you been? Did you just get some action somewhere?” he said. Lexo was one of the younger bros on my team. He was from LA and had been doing some modelling on the side. He definitely had the looks for it and a sleek body to top it off. I noticed his smoking hot girlfriend, Blaze, on his lap ogling at my body. My body was surely pumping at this moment. Some more girls checked me out during the slow sipping of their drinks.
“No, judging from the sweat on his body Jason probably gave some action” Blaze said smiling at me which I flashed right back at her. Sweat was indeed budding on my pecs. Lexo’s girl was the only among my buddies' girlfriends that flirted with me. Probably because Lexo was a secure guy with the smoking looks he got going on. Or because she was a horny girl and wont mind a threesome with me involved, coz Lexo wouldn't mind me showing him a couple of tricks one can do on a girl. He knew I made chicks crazy loud as we shared a wall in the dorm room, and would often ask me for advice and would always serve me things or would wait for me or would compliment me on my body while saying that I am his goals. He basically is my beta, if you will.
Anyway, I settled myself on the main sofa where 2 single girls were seated with lots of space left between and beside them. With one girl on each side and a bottle in my hand, I soon got the music a bit louder and lights a bit dimmer to take this party a step further.
As I took a couple of sips of neat whiskey, some girls felt compelled to get some sexy dancing going as they eye-fucked me and me receiving it all with wide smiles. I simply sat their man-spreading with girls beside me getting comfortable too and I would occasionally offer sips from my drink. Then some more girls started dancing around us with a couple of guys on the other side of the living room hooting at them. Slutty drunk people dancing with lights dim is what this party was missing, i thought.
I could feel myself relax and rejuvenate. Started talking to my buddies, Lexo and Kenny, with some flirting with girls in between. Kenny was my other bro. We were also batchmates and he was the other strong guy on my team.
Blaze pulls his boyfriend, Lexo onto the dance floor. Couple more guys get into it right away, probably to take shots with the girls already dancing. The girls sitting beside me seem to be getting into the idea of dancing as well. I guess I would be dancing in a couple of minutes. As I get up after they persuade me to get up with them, I remind myself of the plans of tonight and not to tire myself too much by going crazy on the dance floor. I knew my bitch boy was waiting for me. And I was waiting for him too. Tonight in many ways was arranged in a way to climax with Noah in my arms. The 19 year old boy that is set to become my prized possession. Picturing his smooth body quivering under me and that cutest face looking all tired and satiated last night, I lose myself to the beat with both my arms grabbing girls' waists as they dance around me, waiting for the time to recharge myself and think through all the things I will do to that poor boy.
