Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.
Dedicated to Victor (“Carlos”), Sonny (“JD”), Patrick (“Beto”), Ricky (“Andres”), Johnny (“Hector”), and Jose (“Joe”) - you’ll never recognize yourself in this but thank you for giving me your character.
Hector and Andres were in the kitchen, talking, and smoking a joint. They looked up with expectant eyes as Beto walked in.
“Was it good?” Hector asked.
Beto looked at them seriously for a moment. “No. It wasn’t good.” Hector and Andres looked shocked.
Beto suddenly laughed and said, “It was fantastic! We should have been fucking him a long time ago!”
They both laughed with him and Hector said, “That’s what I said.” He paused for a moment, and then said, “Did he wake up?”
“Fuck no,” Beto exclaimed. “He slept through it all and doesn’t know a thing. So, we’re going to have to plan more parties with lots of tequila for Mister Carlos.”
“And invite Jaime, Angel, and others,” Andres said. “You know how bad they’ve wanted that straight muscle ass.”
Beto laughed. “Oh hell yeah. I think Carlos is going to be a really popular guy after tonight. And he’s going to get all the booze and partying he wants. And then when he’s out . . . we’re going to get all the ass we want!”
All three laughed and Hector stood up. “Then it’s time for me to finally fuck that ass. I hope it’s still plenty tight.”
“Trust me,” Beto chuckled. “That hole is just as tight now as it was when I popped it. You’re going to enjoy it.”
Hector rubbed his cock and Beto could see the bulge growing in his pants. Hector’s cock was bigger than Carlos’s and Beto hoped it would be okay.
“Now don’t hurt him, vato.” Beto said. “You’ve got a big cock there. If you want to fuck him more after tonight, you need to make sure you’re gentle with him.”
Hector kept rubbing his bulge and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle tonight, so long as I can have him again. And again. And again.” Hector left for Carlos’s bedroom and Beto and Andres could hear him laughing as he went.
Beto looked at Andres and said, “Okay, I’m going to see JD. You stay here. If I’m not back before Hector finishes, you go on. But take it easy with him, you hear?”
“Sure, no problem, vato,” Andres replied. “Like Hector, I want to fuck Carlos for a long time. It sounds like he’s got a tight cunt.”
Beto grinned. “He does. But we’ll have to see how long it remains tight.” He looked over Andres’s shoulder and said, “So how’s Joe doing? He wake up?”
“Fuck no,” Andres said. “He’s still sleeping it off.”
“Well, I’d better get moving if I want to fuck JD,” Beto laughed. “I don’t want Joe to wake up, wonder where JD is, and then find out his son has a tighter pussy than his wife!”
Andres laughed as Beto made his way back to the bedroom where JD was staying.
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“Whatcha doing?”
JD was lying on the bed and looked up from his phone when Beto walked into the bedroom.
“Just watching some porn, man. Talking about fucking got me horny,” JD grinned, rubbing on his cock.
He grinned back and sat down in the chair next to the bed.
“I hear ya. It does that to me too. Especially when I’m thinking about fucking hot straight guys.”
JD nodded and kept looking at Beto.
“So . . . what’s next? Is Carlos . . . you know . . . ready?”
Beto leaned back and smiled at the young muscle stud.
“Almost. He’s in his bedroom and ready to fuck.”
JD rose up and said, “Sweet, man! I’m ready too!”
Beto smiled a little harder, and said, “But there is one issue we have to take care of before that happens.”
“I know, man. And yeah, okay, he can fuck me first. I just want a crack at his sexy ass,” JD grinned.
Beto shrugged. “Well . . . that’s not exactly the issue we have to take care of.”
JD looked confused and said, “Okaaaay. Then what is the issue?”
Leaning forward, Beto smiled slightly and said, “The issue is . . . who fucks who first.”
“Beto, I already told you that Carlos could fuck me first,” JD exclaimed.
“I never said that it would be Carlos who would fuck you first. I just said you’d have to give up your ass if you got to fuck Carlos.”
JD hesitated a moment, and said, “I don’t understand. Who’s fucking who?”
Beto grinned evilly and said, “I’m going to be fucking you. And then you can fuck Carlos.”
JD flinched. “What? You?!! I never said I’d let you fuck me.”
“No, that’s true,” Beto laughed. “You didn’t.”
“I mean . . . if . . . if I let anyone fuck me, it’s going to be Carlos. Not you.”
Beto looked irritated and said, “Why not me? I gave you a great blow job. I can fuck you just as good too!”
JD started getting annoyed as well. “Well . . . whatever . . . but if I give up my ass, it’s going to be with Carlos.” He hesitated a minute and then continued. “Let’s just forget this then. I mean, I thought you could do things and were helping me. But evidently you only help when you get to fuck others.” JD took a deep breath and exhaled. “So uh . . . maybe another time.”
Beto leaned back in his chair and looked at JD. After a few moments, he smiled, and said, “Okay. Okay that’s fine. I just wanted to see if you’d be willing to play ball so you could fuck Carlos’s amazing ass. And it is really amazing.”
He looked thoughtful for a bit, and then said, “Tell ya what. If you’re so hell bent on letting Carlos be the only one to fuck you, I’ll see if I can arrange it. I have to talk to Carlos first though, so be patient. Because I have to figure out a way to maneuver him into getting fucked after he fucks a virgin. I don’t want him to back out, because that would be unfair to you.”
JD looked skeptical. “I don’t know. I think we should just forget it.” He looked at his watch and said, “It’s 1:40. My dad and I have to get home anyway. Where is he, by the way?”
“He was sleeping on the couch the last time I saw him,” Beto answered. “But look, JD. Let me try to set this up with Carlos. Just give me a few minutes.” He looked sad and said, “I mean, you may never get a chance to get with him like this again. Let me try, okay?”
JD thought a few moments and then shrugged. “Okay,” he said smiling. “And if you can, then my ass is still on for him. Make SURE he knows that, huh?” JD laughed and said, “Because I sure want a piece of his ass, that’s for sure!”
Beto grinned and stood up. “Cool. I’ll be back in a few. Just stay there and don’t go away.”
JD nodded, lay back, looked at his phone again, and started rubbing his cock.
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Andres looked up as Beto came back into the kitchen. “That was quick,” he said.
“Quick, my ass,” Beto said angrily. “He told me he only wanted Carlos to fuck him. And then he talked about forgetting it and leaving.”
“Damn,” Andres said. “He can’t leave yet. Joe’s still passed out.”
“I know, I know,” Beto replied. “I’m not so sure he trusts me now like he did before. So I stalled him. And now I need you to help.”
“Doing what?”
Beto opened the refrigerator and got two water bottles. He pulled out the vial of midazolam and gave it to Andres.
“Put this shit in one of these bottles and mix it up good. I’ll go back and stall him for a few more minutes. You come in with the water, hand him the drugged one and me the other one.” Beto’s evil grin returned. “Once it takes affect and JD is nice and pliable, I’ll fuck him then. And if Hector is finished, then he can fuck JD and you can fuck Carlos. After you’re done with Carlos, then you can get JD.”
“Wait, wait” Andres said. “What’s the rush? I was going to fuck Carlos and then fuck JD after you! Why does Hector get to go after you again?”
“Andres, we’re running out of time! We gotta get the ass while we can, or else we won’t get everybody. By the time I’m done with JD, you’ll be fucking Carlos but Hector will be ready. Then you can get JD after Hector and we can leave. It’s just a matter of timing.”
“Fuck,” Andres said. “I always get screwed. You're always playing Hector and me off against each other.”
Beto rolled his eyes, and said, “Look puta, I don’t have time for this. You just do what I say and bring that water to us about 2 minutes after I go back. Understand? Quit fucking around and DO it!”
After shoving the water bottles in Andres’s hands, Beto turned quickly and went back to JD’s bedroom.
Andres looked after him, red faced, and angry. He looked at the bottles in his hand and then said softly, “Motherfucker.”
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JD was sitting up on the bed, looking at his phone. He looked up expectantly, as Beto walked in.
“So . . . what’s the deal?”
“You gotta chill a little bit, JD. I tried talking to Carlos but he was on the phone. He said give him a few minutes.”
JD looked thoughtful. “Ummm. Okay, ten minutes. Then dad and I need to book.”
Beto grinned and said, “Okay. Hopefully he’ll be off before then. He’s talking to some girl.”
JD laughed and looked back at his phone. “Yeah, I bet he is. Good. Maybe that’ll get him horny for me.”
Beto sat there watching JD and waited. And waited. He wondered where Andres was, when there was a knock on the door. JD looked at Beto, who shrugged his shoulders. JD walked over to the door and opened it. Andres was standing there.
“Hey. Come in.”
As JD walked back over to the bed, Andres’s eyes followed his ass. His eyes darted over to Beto, who was giving him a questioning look. Andres just laughed and walked over to Beto.
“I thought you’d like some water. It’s been pretty boozy tonight and this will help.”
Beto reached up and said, “Yeah, give me one too.”
Andres handed him the bottle. Beto looked at Andres with raised eyebrows. Andres just smiled, raised the other bottle, and nodded towards JD. A huge grin appeared on Beto’s face and he popped the top and took a long swig.
JD looked up, and said, “Sure. I could use some.” Andres handed him a bottle.
Beto took another swig, as he watched JD. Waiting for him to drink. JD kept watching the porn and slowly twisted the top off the bottle. After several seconds, JD tipped the bottle and drank deeply.
Beto smiled and knew all he had to do now was wait.
JD took several sips as he concentrated on his phone porn. Beto kept smiling and waited for the midazolam to kick in. He looked at Andres and wondered why he was still standing there watching JD. He needed him to leave, so Beto could move quickly once the drug took effect on JD.
“What ya watching, JD?” Andres said as he sat down on the bed next to him.
Without looking up, JD said, “Pornhub. It’s got some great vids of guys getting fucked.”
Andres looked over and said, “Can I watch too?”
“Sure,” JD said as he handed his phone to Andres.
Beto was getting pissed that Andres stuck around. He tried several times to get his attention without JD noticing. But Andres kept watching the porn videos.
After several minutes, Andres looked over at JD and saw his eyes blinking. Beto noticed it too and leaned forward in his chair. Andres looked over at Beto and gave a subtle thumbs up. Beto watched and held his breath.
“Here you go,” Andres said, as he handed the phone back to JD.
JD’s eyes were blinking faster now. Slowly . . . erratically . . . JD reached out and took the phone. He held it for several seconds . . . and then it dropped from his hand to the bed. And Beto and Andres watched, JD’s eyes slowly closed and then opened. He sat there without moving and started to sway a little.
Beto looked at Andres, and said, “Okay, Andres, I can take care of it from here. I’ll call you when it’s time.”
Andres sat there looking at Beto, a slight smile on his face. Beto got irritated, knowing that time was running out.
“Puta,” Beto said slowly. “I said that . . . that . . . uh . . . that . . . I can . . .”
Beto’s eyes started blinking and had trouble completing his thoughts. A warm river ran through his body and he relaxed quickly.
“What . . . you . . . fuck you gave . . . wrong . . . one.”
Andres stood up, walked over to Beto, and laughed. “No, I didn’t give you the wrong one. You got the right one. Just like JD did.”
Beto wanted to sink into the warmth he was feeling and not think about anything. But his last thought, before he went down, was that Andres had drugged him with the midazolam too. A few seconds later, he slumped back in the chair.
“Nighty night, puta,” Andres said. “Someone will be here soon to take care of you too.”
Andres looked over at JD and saw that he had fallen back on the bed . . . lying there . . . ready for . . . action. Andres laughed, opened the door, and walked down the hall to Carlos’s bedroom. He could hear groans and moans from the inside. Fortunately, Hector hadn’t locked the door and Andres walked in.
In the bed, Carlos was up on his knees, his shoulders and head down on the mattress. Hector was fucking him from behind, slamming into Carlos’s hard, muscle ass. As he fucked, he groaned as he tried to get deeper and deeper into the straight mounds of muscle.
"Cógetelo, perra! Tu culo lo necesita! Cógetelo! Cógete mi semilla de hombre!" Hector hissed at the passed out stud.
Andres laughed as he heard Hector tell Carlos, “Take it, bitch! Your ass needs it! Take it! Take my man seed!”
Hector fucked Carlos harder for several more minutes as Andres watched. He got hard watching because he knew he’d be up in Carlos’s muscle cunt soon enough. He just hoped it would be as tight then as it was now.
Andres saw Hector start fucking faster and then suddenly slam into Carlos’s ass and hold it. He obviously was seeding Carlos. Andres just hoped he wasn’t too warn out to keep his part of their agreement.
Hector finally pulled out of Carlos’s ass and pushed the used hunk over. Carlos didn’t even stir and Andres saw cum leaking out of his ass. Hector was covered in sweat, but smiling. He walked over to Andres.
“So . . . it’s done?”
Andres smirked. “Yeah. They’re both out in there.”
“Good,” Hector said. “I’ve had my fill of Beto thinking he can fuck us over any time he feels like it, just because he wants something.”
Andres nodded. “I’ve been wanting to teach that motherfucker a lesson for a long time. And tonight, it’s going to happen.”
Hector laughed and said, “Vato, that was brilliant to set up your phone in here and record Beto fucking Carlos! Now, if anything happens, Beto will get all the blame! You and I will just have been along for the ride.”
Andres and Hector doubled over with laughter.
“Okay vato,” Andres said. “Let me go take care of JD and you move Beto in here. Then, when Carlos wakes up, and sees all that cum leaking out of his ass, his culprit will be right there. Along with Ian, who will verify everything that happened here was Beto’s fault, including JD getting fucked.”
Hector punched his arm and said, “No shit. At least, he’ll verify it if he doesn’t want his own little recording getting out. It’s all gonna work out and that fucking Beto will have all the shit on HIM for once!”
Hector looked back at the passed out Carlos, and said, “You don’t want to fuck his ass right now? It’s still tight as hell!”
“Not now,” Andres said. “Let’s see what happens after JD. After all, he’s the one with the virgin ass that Beto was going to get. Let’s pop that so he’ll never get the pleasure of saying he did it.”
Laughing and slapping each other on the arm, Andres and Hector left Carlos’s bedroom and headed to the bedroom with JD and Beto. As they passed Ian’s bedroom door, they could tell the light was off. Likely Ian fell asleep, wondering what kind of story he could come up with for Carlos, Joe, and JD in the morning.
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Beto and JD lay right where Andres left them. Hector went over to Beto, knelt down, and laughed.
“C’mon Mister All Knowing Stud! Let’s have you keep Carlos company.” Andres smiled at Hector, as he picked up the limp, drugged out Beto and left.
Andres walked over to the bed and looked down on JD. His legs hung over the side and he was lying back, his head and shoulders against the wall. Andres leaned down and pushed up one eyelid. He saw JD’s eye slightly turned up. He was definitely out of it.
Standing up, Andres looked down again on JD. He had been watching him all night and was horny as hell, as he thought about JD’s huge muscular body. Beto, of course, was monopolizing him all night, which was the typical bullshit he pulled. When Hector told Andres that Beto and JD had gone outside, he was afraid that Beto would fuck him before Andres had a chance at him. But Hector had hidden himself outside the back door and watched them. All Beto had done was give JD a blow job. So Andres knew JD was still available for fucking. Hector had wanted JD too, but wanted to fuck Carlos first.
JD lay there, shirt opened, his huge pecs and tight abs on full display. Andres thought he was a handsome kid and was happy to hear that JD seemed to be interested in men. He pulled JD around the bed, so that he was fully laid out on it. Then, he set his phone on the dresser, to record their night . . . a memory of their time.
First things first, Andres thought.
He got JD’s shoes, socks, and shirt off quickly, but his jeans took longer. The jeans were tight and literally molded to JD’s body. It was a struggle but little by little he got them off. And smiled when he saw the sheer white jockstrap he was wearing. Andres looked at the sleeping muscle boy and the way the tight, sexy jockstrap clung to his cock and balls. Licking his lips, put his hand on the mass of meat and left the jock on.
“Fuck,” Andres said. “I’m sorry it’s like this, JD. But it was Beto’s idea. I wanted to treat you right but Beto was too greedy and too impatient.” He sighed. “Forgive me . . . but . . . I gotta fuck you. You are just too much man to not do it.”
His eyes slowly scanned down JD’s magnificent body, from his shoulders, to his chest, his abs, and his legs. JD’s large cock hung down between his slightly parted legs and Andres could feel his hormones rush as he thought about how many girls JD had fucked with it. And wondered if any lucky guys, other than Beto, had managed to get it in their mouth.
Andres pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket that he’d kept there to fuck Carlos’s spectacular ass and laid it on the bed. His shirt came off quickly, followed by the rest of his clothes. Andres’s cock was hard once again, just as was when he fucked Ian earlier. Moving to the end of the bed, he sat on his knees beneath JD’s feet and took another look at the sexy muscle stud he was about to fuck.
“Oh babyyyyy,” Andres sighed, breathing heavily. “I’m gonna fuck you so good. And you’re gonna wrap that tight, virgin, hole around my cock and milk it over and over. That’s what muscle cunt’s are good for.”
Andres grabbed JD’s legs and pushed them back. The hard, muscular ass, honed by years of athletics and gym, rose up. Andres pushed his legs back farther, until they were against his chest, and marveled at the sight of JD’s smooth, full ass. Andres struggled to hold both legs as he poured the lube into the hairless crack and watched it slowly flow downwards.
Like most of the rest of his body, JD’s crack had no hair. His hole was also smooth, the skin a dark brown shade, that was closed tight. Andres watched the lube approach the hole and then dip in. It pooled around the tiny circle, causing it to spasm. He grinned and touched the oily muscle and it winked again and again.
So, Andres thought, he has a sensitive asshole. Nice.
He touched and rubbed the lube around the hole with his index finger and tried to push it inside. But the hole was tight and didn’t let his finger in easily. Andres put more lube on it and on his fingers, pushing in harder. He could feel his fingertip start to go in and he kept pushing, until it was inside to the first knuckle. Andres looked at JD but could see no reaction.
He pulled his finger out, put a generous glob of lube on it, and stuck his finger back in. It went in easier but stopped at his knuckle again. Andres leaned down and pushed harder, feeling his finger advance slowly but surely. After several seconds, almost all of his finger was inside.
Andres sighed deeply and closed his eyes. His finger was enclosed in a tight sheath of muscle that was wet and warm. It felt so good and Andres could imagine what his cock would feel when it was inside. Knowing that no other cock had ever been in JD made Andres even harder. He twisted and turned his finger, trying to loosen up the snug cave.
Slowly, Andres pulled his finger out so that just the tip was left. He put more lube on his fingers and started to push both his index and middle fingers into JD’s ass. It was slow going but, little by little, they started advancing. He got them to his second knuckles and started turning them one way, then the other . . . again . . . and again . . . loosening and opening up JD’s virgin hole.
After a few minutes of fingering it, the fingers were turning easier and smoother. Andres pulled them out and easily pushed them back in, turning and twisting. He did that several more times, then carefully let JD’s legs come back down to rest on his shoulders.
Andres poured a large amount of lube into his hand and on his hard cock, rubbing it hard, and getting it ready. After several moments of stroking his cock, he pushed forward on JD’s legs and put his cock at JD’s asshole.
He was ready.
The head of Andres’s cock was very sensitive when it touched the hole. He could feel the little knot spasm as his large meat prepared to open it up. A rush of hormones raced through Andres, as he closed his eyes and pushed forward.
JD lay there, helpless, defenseless as a man other than Carlos, was about to fuck him.
Andres felt JD’s hole stubbornly resist letting him in. He pressed harder and could feel the folds of the never breached muscle begin to open. As it did, he pushed forward, feeling the head enter.
Gently, but firmly, Andres continued to push forward, pushing JD’s legs back slightly, as more of his cock entered. The head was all the way in, and the well lubed shaft was quickly entering. Andres continued to lean forward and push until he felt the hole open up and the rest of his cock slid in. He continued to push and only a moment passed before he felt his lightly trimmed patch of pubes pressed up against JD’s muscular ass.
He was all the way in!
Andres closed his eyes and shivered as he felt his cock wrapped in what felt like a sleeve of tight, warm, wet, thick honey. He stood still and revelled in the feeling, licking his lips and wanting to let his cock stay in there forever.
After a few moments, he leaned forward, pushing JD’s legs all the way back to his chest. Leaning over the no longer virgin muscle boy, he leaned down and kissed JD’s lips. They were full and thick and tasted good. He could have stayed like that for a long time, but his cock was telling him to move on.
Leaning back slightly, he pulled his cock back and then pushed back in. JD’s ass was very tight but he was able to move his cock. He pulled out and pushed in several times, finally getting to where he could pull back almost to his cock head without pulling out. He pushed back in and started to build up a gentle rhythm.
God, Andres thought, this ass is fucking fantastic. JD was cute, sexy, a body to die for, and an ass that was a great fuck. He closed his eyes and started fucking with longer strokes, getting in deeper.
The more he fucked, the more his hormones raged through his body. He was in major lust with JD’s body and wanted to keep on fucking it, over and over. He leaned over again and started kissing JD, reaching around and feeling his muscular arms and any other part of his body he could feel.
After many minutes of deep fucking, Andres’s hormones took over and he started fucking faster, starting to slam into JD’s ass. The sound of his body slapping into JD’s drove him wild and he stared fucking faster and faster, slamming harder, just to hear the sound of slapping flesh.
Andres reached around and grabbed JD in a hug, holding him close as he fucked him harder and faster. After several minutes of fucking, he could feel his cum starting to rise. He started fucking slower as he didn’t want it to end. But even when he fucked JD slower, he could still tell his orgasm was inevitable.
After a few minutes of slow, deep, love fucking, Andres could tell he was on a countdown. He sped up his fucking, pushing JD’s legs apart, trying to get in deeper as he fucked. JD’s body bounced on the bed as Andres threw every last bit of fuck into him as he could.
He leaned down between the splayed muscular legs and started fucking faster . . . and faster . . . and faster . . . his cum rising from his loins. After several more minutes of fucking, he knew it was going to happen, his fucking becoming almost a blur.
“Take it! FUCK! Oh FUCK, JD!! FUCK YOUR ASS!! FUCK YOUR . . . uuuuhhh . . . uhhHHHH . . . URGHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!”
After one final slam, Andres’s cum shot out of his cock like a Patriot missile battery firing. Two . . . three . . . four . . . over and over. Andres’s groan was loud and he collapsed slowly on top of JD, breathing heavily, feeling dizzy after such an explosive and full orgasm.
Andres lay there for several minutes, his breathing leveling off, and his energy slowly returning. He was thoroughly exhausted, but feeling wonderful. Eventually, he rose up, looking at JD. He had not moved at all, and looked the same. Except for a few areas around his mouth, where Andres had kissed him so hard.
Andres pulled out, his cock full but soft, its mighty cannon having done its work. Slowly, he staggered off the bed and over to the dresser. He turned off his recording and then went into the bathroom to clean up.
Ten minutes later, Andres came back out, his body back to normal and clean from having washed off his sweat. He could smell the musk of his deodorant so he smelt okay. He picked up his clothes and put them on, looking at JD all the time. After he finished dressing, he walked over to the sleeping muscle stud, and heard a farting noise as a little cum slowly leaked out.
“You’re an amazing fuck, JD,” Andres smiled. “I hope we can get together again. But I guess we’ll have to see how this all works out.” He leaned down and kissed him.
“Thanks for a hot night, baby. You’re the best.”
He walked out of the bedroom, leaving JD nude and still out on the bed.
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Andres couldn’t find Hector in the kitchen or living room. Joe was still passed out on the couch, but had turned over. Andres went to Carlos’s bedroom and, sure enough, found Hector.
Sitting on the bed, leaning over and sucking Carlos’s cock.
“Vato, what gives?” laughed Andres. “Can’t you get enough of him tonight?”
There was an audible pop as Hector pulled Carlos’s cock out of his mouth.
“Man, I just came back here to put Beto down. And when I came in, Carlos’s cock was hard! Must be dreaming about the women,” Hector grinned. “And fuck, you see it. It looked too fucking good to pass up, so I thought that while you were enjoying your fuck, I’d just see if I could drain his nuts. And he’s come twice so far. Twice!”
Andres giggled and said, “Did you get it all?”
“Not all, no,” Hector frowned. “I started sucking him again and he started moving around a little. Scared the shit out of me! I thought he was waking up.”
Andres nodded. “I noticed that Joe had turned over out on the couch. It may be that we need to shut this down and book.”
“I agree,” Hector said. “I wish you had been able to fuck Carlos. God, he is a top’s dream fuck!”
Andres sighed. “Yeah, I know. I wish I had too. But JD was an absolute dream too. Hot, hot ass! So tight!” He chuckled and said, “And you didn’t get to fuck him either. So I guess we both will have to tempt each other with our memories of ass that the other didn’t get!”
Hector grinned and laughed out loud. “So how are we gonna do this? We drove over here with Beto.”
“You remember my cousin Louis? His place is about 5 blocks away. We walk over there and he’ll let us stay. But it may be for a price.”
“A price?” Hector asked. “Whattha fuck, he’s going to charge us?”
Andres grinned. “Don’t sweat it. He’s always told me how he wants your big cock. So he may say he’ll let us stay . . . if you fuck him.”
“Hell! I’m not sure I’ve got the energy left to fuck again tonight,” laughed Hector.
Andres smirked. “It don’t matter. As long as he gets it before you leave, he’ll be accommodating.”
Hector stopped smiling and looked serious. “And what about Beto? How are we gonna handle that?”
Andres glanced at Beto asleep on the floor. He looked back at Hector, with a fierce look on his face.
“We’ll talk about it over there. But that motherfucker needed to learn a lesson. And I think he’s about to get it when Carlos wakes up.”
They turned out the light and walked into the kitchen, Andres saw a notepad and pen. He pulled the pad over and started writing a message.
“Everyone passed out. So we left. It was fun!”
Hector looked over Andres shoulder and read what he wrote. Chuckling, he said, “You think that will fool ‘em?”
Andres tore off the paper from the pad and left it on the kitchen table.
“Don’t know. But at least it is general enough to cover until we decide on our story. Let’s go.”
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I woke up with a start. The amount of light from the outside told me it was around 6 AM. I sat up slowly, rubbed my face, and yawned. As I stood up, the events of last night hit me full force.
Beto. Andres. Hector.
Carlos!
JD!
I was so worn out from the sex with Andres and the shock of Beto’s blackmail, that I had fallen asleep. But now I remembered what Beto had said.
He was going to fuck Carlos. And JD. And then Andres and Hector would fuck both of them.
I felt a deep dread, wondering if Beto had finally gotten the ass he’d wanted for so long. I had tried to watch over Carlos, especially after I found Beto about to fuck him here one time.
The more I thought about it, the more I knew I’d have to face it and find out if he had. I went into my bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and put some clothes on. I was nervous about what I would find.
I unlocked my door and opened it slowly. I looked to the right, where my spare bedroom was, and then to the left. I could see Carlos’s bedroom door at the far end of the hallway. I quietly walked down the hall, pausing by Carlos’s door. I put my ear to the door, but didn’t hear anything. I walked on until I got to the kitchen. No one was there. I went over to the door into the living room and saw Joe on the couch. He was asleep or passed out. Regardless, he was still asleep.
I walked back and was about to go back into the hallway when I noticed a note on the table. I picked it up and read it.
“Everyone passed out. So we left. It was fun!”
Oh fuck, I thought. No wonder it was so quiet. So Beto, Hector, and Andres had gone.
And I was left behind to deal with the mess.
I started to go into Carlos’s bedroom, when I heard the spare bedroom door open. JD was standing in the doorway, holding onto the door and the door frame. I quickly walked back to him.
“JD, you okay?”
JD didn’t say anything and his eyes were a bit unfocused. He was only wearing what looked like a white jockstrap.
I took him by the arm and said, “Let’s go sit down.” JD hesitated but finally turned around and headed back towards the bed.
My god . . . his ass. It was stunning. The glutes looked like two ripe melons, completely smooth. As he walked to the bed, the muscle flexed and dimpled. I was worn out by the events of the last twelve hours. But fuck, if my cock didn’t start swelling as I looked at his ass.
He stopped as he got to the bed and stood there a minute. I thought he was going to fall, but he simply stood there. I noticed something wet trickling down the back of his leg, near the bottom of his ass. I stepped forward, leaned down, and took a closer look. It was a small flow of white cum. I couldn’t see exactly where it was leaking from because his ass cheeks were so tightly closed. But it didn’t take a genius to know what had happened if there was cum trickling down at that location.
JD had been fucked.
As I straightened back up, JD slowly turned around, trying to keep his balance. He finally sat down, which meant the leaking cum was now on the bed sheets. JD didn’t seem to realize it and I didn’t say anything, and just kept looking at JD.
After a moment of watching, I said, “You okay? What happened?”
JD licked and smacked his lips, as if they were dry. After a few moments, he said, “I’m not sure. I don’t remember much.”
He paused and then continued. “The last thing I can remember is Beto sitting there,” pointing to the chair next to the bed.
“So Beto was in here with you?” I asked.
“Yeah. He’s weird.”
I had a puzzled look on my face. “What do you mean?”
A slight smile appeared on JD’s face. “He’s sorta . . . sneaky. Acting like . . . he’s your friend. Then . . . pulling something . . . on you.” JD laughed slightly, and then continued. “But uh . . . err . . . I will say he . . . gives good . . . blows.”
“Yeah, he’s a sneaky bastard,” I said. “I’d stay far away from him if I was you.” I paused and then said tentatively, “So are you saying that he . . . that he sucked you off?”
JD snorted and said, “Yeah. Out at the pool. And then we were gonna . . .” JD stopped abruptly.
“And then you were gonna do what, JD?”
JD didn’t answer for a few moments and I waited. I had a feeling I knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it.
Finally, after almost a minute, JD looked at me and said, “Beto said he knew how to seduce straight guys. And that he could get Carlos. And asked me if I wanted to fuck Carlos.”
As I suspected, I thought.
“And what did you say?”
“I told him that I didn’t believe he could do it.” JD paused and then said, “But I said if he could do it, then sure, I’d like to fuck him. He’s fucking hot!”
I shook my head and said, “JD, Carlos is your dad’s good friend. And coworker. I know you like sex with men, but Carlos is straight. It wouldn’t be right to come on to him. Or, given how sneaky Beto is, to fuck him when he isn’t able to agree to it.” I hesitated and said, “That fucker has tried that before.”
JD nodded and said, “Yeah, he told me he’d tried and almost got him once. But he also said he could guarantee that I could fuck him, maybe even tonight.”
I sat down and turned JD towards me.
“JD. Listen to me. Do you realize you have cum flowing down your leg?”
JD looked confused and said, “I’ve . . . what?”
“You’ve got cum leaking down your leg. You’ve been fucked.”
JD looked shocked and felt down between his legs. After a few moments, he pulled his fingers back, wet with cum.
“FUCK!” JD swore. “He fucked me? I told him I wouldn’t let him do it.”
I looked sad and said, “You’ll learn that Beto goes after what he wants, regardless of what you’ll agree to or not.”
JD kept feeling between his legs and stood up, reaching around behind and digging in his ass. Suddenly, he jerked his hand back and said, “shit.”
“What’s the matter?”
“It fucking burns. I guess you’re right. Beto fucked me.”
“Or someone else did. But I would guess it was Beto,” I said.
“Fuck,” JD swore again. “I need to clean up before my dad sees me. Is he up?”
I smiled and said, “Not the last time I looked. I also haven’t checked on Carlos. So I need to do that.”
JD’s face darkened. “I’m going to kick Beto’s fucking ass when I see him. Or kill him.”
I laughed weakly and said, “Welcome to the club.” I pointed at the bathroom, and said, “Go clean up in the bathroom. There’s towels in there. Take a quick shower if you want, but hurry. Your father and Carlos may be up at any minute. I’m going to go check on him.”
“Thanks, Ian,” JD said and went into the bathroom.
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I left the bedroom and walked down the hall to Carlos’s bedroom. I knocked very gently, but there was no answer. I knocked a little louder. Still no answer. I turned the door handle and it opened. Slowly, I pushed the door open.
“Carlos? You up?”
The light was out but there was enough daylight in the room to see. Carlos was lying naked on his bed, arms and legs splayed out slightly. Another person was lying on the floor, near the bed, on their side. I turned on the light and was shocked.
It was Beto. Clothes off, unmoving, asleep. What the fuck was he doing in here, I wondered.
I walked over to Carlos and realized he had evidently been fucked too. There was wet cum on the sheets and marks on his chest and abs where his muscles had been squeezed. I leaned down closer to his face and saw some light roughness on his lips, either from being kissed hard or, more likely, sucking cock. Given that Beto was lying right next to him, it didn’t take any brains to figure out what had happened.
Beto had finally fucked Carlos. And evidently fucked him hard and for a long period of time.
I was at a loss for what to do. I knew Beto had that recording of me and Andres having sex and would use it to destroy my friendship with Carlos. But when Carlos woke up, there was no way to explain away what had happened. But what I didn’t understand was why Beto was here next to Carlos? The note I found made me assume that him, Andres, and Hector had left. But evidently, it was only Hector and Carlos that left. Why?
I was about to leave the room so I could think, when JD walked through the door. He looked at Carlos, then at Beto, and then at me. His face showed confusion and then anger.
“What gives?” JD asked. “Why is Beto in here?” He looked at him again and said, “I’m gonna kill the fucker.”
“Wait, JD,” I said. “None of this makes sense.”
“Whadda ya mean?”
“If Beto fucked you . . . or Carlos . . . or both of you, why is he still here? And why is he passed out? Andres and Hector have left already. Why didn’t he go with them? I mean, after all, if Carlos woke up, saw what happened and Beto is lying there on the floor, he’d probably kick his ass. So it doesn’t make sense as to why Beto is still here.”
JD thought for a moment and then calmed down. “Yeah, I see your point. It doesn’t make sense.”
“You go check on your dad,” I said. “And let me think for a bit. I’ll be right back.” I went back to my bedroom, trying to make sense out of it all.
JD walked out into the hall, stopped, looked around, and then went back into Carlos’s bedroom. He walked over to Carlos’s bed and looked at the sleeping hunk. While JD looked at him, Carlos moved slightly, pulling his arms and legs back together. JD kept watching, hoping he wouldn’t wake up and catch him.
JD marveled at Carlos’s breathtaking body. Even though he’d seen it at the gym, it was the first time he’d seen Carlos nude. JD’s eyes roamed over broad shoulders, with knotted muscles that started at his neck and flowed down into his arms. His biceps and triceps bulged and his massive forearms were like two clustered ovals.
And his chest. His chest was a work of art. JD loved building his chest so he understood why Carlos was the same. Each of his pecs started from just below his neck and rose like twin plateaus, with a deep valley between the ridges of muscle. Below his chest, defined ridges of abdominal muscle popped up from a tight washboard stomach. Carlos just had a fucking amazing body, sexy as hell, and one that drove others crazy with lust.
JD reached out carefully, watching Carlos’s face, and ran his hands down his massive chest and abs, touching every muscle he could see. Carlos’s thick, heavy cock lay there, waiting to be touched . . . caressed . . . sucked . . . and worshiped.
JD could feel his mouth watering and kept looking at Carlos’s face. His eyes were still closed and he hadn’t moved since the last time.
JD knelt down, leaned over, and then slowly . . . carefully . . . gently . . . stuck his tongue out to lick Carlos’s cock. He took a quick swipe and looked back at Carlos’s face. His eyes were still closed, his body still. JD licked again, running his tongue up the shaft, and to the head.
The dark pink head was not fully covered by Carlos’s foreskin and JD reached out and carefully pulled it back, until the entire head was clear. It was moist and sticky where it had been leaking juices earlier.
Looking once again at Carlos’s face, JD leaned over and licked the head, intoxicated by the taste and smell. He licked again and again, finally taking the head inside his mouth. Carlos’s cock was growing quickly as JD licked and sucked on it. Soon, it would be fully erect.
After fifteen seconds of sucking, Carlos moved slightly, as if trying to wake up. JD stopped and let go of his cock. He looked at Carlos’s face and fortunately, he was still asleep. But it was sheer stupidity to tempt fate like that. He had just been seduced by Carlos’s gorgeous body and luscious cock. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew he’d have to stop and hope it would happen again some day. He couldn’t take a chance on Carlos awakening and finding JD sucking him. He might think JD was the one who fucked him and that would create all sorts of problems with his father.
JD stood up and quickly made his way out of the bedroom. His father was still asleep on the couch but showed signs of waking up. He sat down in one of the chairs and waited, wondering what to do. After a few minutes, Ian came into the living room and motioned at him to follow him. JD got up and went back to Ian’s bedroom, where he closed the door.
“So what’s the deal?” JD asked.
I smiled and said, “Well, given all the shit that has happened, this is very interesting.”
“What?”
“Read this text I got from Andres.” I handed my phone to JD and he started reading.
“Ian, it’s Andres. Sorry about last night. Lots happened. But know it was all Beto’s idea. Hector and I just went along. I only had sex with you because Beto threatened me. And Hector didn’t have any with anyone. We decided to leave and went to get Beto. He was with JD and asked me to bring some water to them. I did and Beto told me to get out. When he went to fuck Carlos, he told me that he had drugged and fucked JD. Hector and I didn’t want anything more to do with it and left. Don't know what happened after. He was fucking Carlos when we left. Sorry.”
JD finished reading and looked at me. “Do you believe him?”
“No. Well . . . maybe it happened like that or maybe not. But one thing I know. This story is as good as any to give Carlos. Because I really don’t know what happened.”
JD looked scared. “Fuck, don’t tell my dad! He’ll freak!”
I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, JD. I won’t say anything. And I don’t think Carlos will. The main question now is what is Carlos going to do.”
“What do you think he’s going to do?”
“I don’t know. But let’s go see if we can wake him up and see. Especially before Beto wakes up and tries to lie his way out of it.”
JD and I went back to Carlos’s room and went in. We were surprised to see Carlos sitting up, sheets pulled up, somewhat groggy, holding his phone, and reading a text. Beto was sitting up next to the bed, barely awake, holding his head. He looked like shit.
After he finished reading, Carlos looked at us, an angry look on his face.
“What the fuck, Ian?”
