SA345M's Stories

My second blog, dedicated to short stories and captions - Main Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/superadam345muscle

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[sa345m]

It took you a few weeks to gather enough confidence to ask Josh out but once you learned that he comes with four equally horny brothers, you couldn’t’ve said yes fast enough to a week out at a cabin with them.

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You were sorting the shelves in your room when your lil bro walked into the room and dropped his gym bag onto your bed. 

“Hey, big bro. $20 and I’ll let ya have at it.” He, towering over you, showed his pit right into your face, the musky scent immediately hit your brain. You couldn’t hand him your wallet fast enough.

Within moments you were buried in it, snorting and licking like your life depended on it. You didn’t even protest when his arm wrapped around your head, locking you in it.

“Damn, big bro. Who are ya saving up this for?” His arm flexed even harder when he opened your wallet, “I’ll make that $80 and you’ll wash my stuff too.” He grinned as he stuffed the bills into the waistband of his underwear.

You tried to pull away in protest, but his arm wouldn’t budge. Instead, he flexed so hard you felt like he was gonna pop your skull open, “That wasn’t a question, big bro.” Your arm bumped against his bulge, he was thick and throbbing, enjoying this way more than he should’ve.

The truth is, as quickly as you tried to protest, you gave up the fight. The smell was making your brain numb, you weren’t even hard, yet you were leaking pre like your life depended on it.

Finally, after what could’ve been seconds, but also dozens of minutes, your brain was too gone to know. He unlocked his hold, a single shove sent you to the ground.

“Next time, it’ll be $100, big bro. And don’t let me catch ya sniffing my dirty jocks, or I’m gonna lock yer lil dicklet like last time..” A wad of his spit hit your designer t-shirt, “Don’t ya dare wash that shit, you’ll be wearing that all week.” He chuckled as he left.

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Clayton - Part 2

Part 1 - Part 2

Just as Clay parked his truck in the driveway that evening. His mother and step-father came out of the house.

They were furious, shouting, spit flying from their mouths as they berated him for not helping Asher.

“I sent you to do one thing, JUST ONE! And you do that!” His step-dad looked about ready to explode and beat him up, but realizing their size difference, he rather smartly remained satisfied with the verbal remarks.

“You’ve been sending me to do ‘just one thing’ for the last 15 years, midget.” Clay sneered, a cig still hanging from his lip.

“You can’t be serious, Clayton! Talking with your dad like that!”

“My step-father, Ma. Frankly, with yer approach to my life, ya might as well be a step-mother.”

“Clayton!” She gasped, grabbing onto her husband's arm, “Riley, do something!” But he seemed rather reluctant to do anything. The pair of vibrant green eyes that was staring him down kept him firmly in his place.

“Ya heard me, my whole existence here, you’ve been pushing me aside, like I’m the ghost of my dad, getting in the way of your frivolous lifestyle, afforded by this pretty slick-haired gigolo’s deep pockets.” He dropped the butt on the ground, ground it fine against the asphalt with the heel of his boot.

“What! Gigolo?! Clayton!” His mother looked ready to faint.

“Yeah, a gigolo. You’ve got too much trust in those frequent Cali trips, Ma.” He sneered, “I’ll be in my room if ya need me.” He pushed past them inside, shoulder-checking his step-dad so hard he nearly fell, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Back in his tiny bedroom. Too hot in summer, too cold in winter, too cramped for any normal teenager, let alone all 6’4 of him. Clay slowly stripped off his clothes,thinking about life.

The cool air touched his skin as he stripped off, his eyes wandered around the room, the few things he could call his.

For most of Clay’s life, he’s been struggling. Ever since his dad died and his mother remarried with that 5’4 manlet. He felt like the fifth wheel of the family.

Riley brought with him Ash and his older twin sisters, those were thankfully gone by now. Immediately after they arrived, all focus shifted to them.

Their obnoxious, brash, often outright rude behaviour clashed with Clay’s Yes, Sir/No, Ma’am upbringing, drilled into him by dad.

Thus, even quicker, Clay turned to his late dad, to the image his 5-year old self had of him. and formed himself around that image.

Hard jobs and even harder workouts were the norm for him since he was lil. It was the one thing the parents couldn’t take away from him.

Picked up smoking early on as a way of coping, after all, his dad smoked too. 

Now, he was back here, in just his boxers, squeezed onto the small single mattress, on the bottom half of what used to be the sisters’ bunk bed. Thinking about it all. Wondering what tomorrow might bring.

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[sa345m]

Clayton - Part 1

Part 1 - Part 2

“Ya done finally?!” Clayton growled as he lit his cigarette. “22 minutes and tickin’,” Clay glanced down at his watch, “ on the freeway, you would’ve been smeared ‘cross the blacktop by now! Several 18-wheelers would make sure to spread ya well! I can’t believe it ain’t Asher!” He smirked and looked down the length of the endless country road.

“Dad told you to change the tire for me!” Asher groaned, “I should already be on my way, again!” He sobbed over his busted knuckles and the red imprint of Clay’s big hand on his cheek.

“He can say whatever he wants, Oughta know by now his step-ass don’t mean a damn thing to me.”

“He might be yer step-dad but he’s still a dad!”

“Bullshit. My old man died in Iraq. Then Ma went an’ hitched herself to that freak you call yer daddy.”

“Just you wait, I’m gonna tell him, he’s gonna turn your life into hell.” Growled Asher through his teeth, still unsuccessful.

“Boy, I pray he tries. I’ll cave his damn face in ‘fore he even lifts a hand. Shit, I seen roadkill twitch quicker than that worthless bastard.”

“Now, listen you-” Asher pushed up, trying to square off, but Clay’s hand cracked him down flat “Shut yer hole, Ashtray,” Clay sneered, flicking hot ash down at him, “keep runnin’ that mouth, you’ll lose some pearly whites.”

Clay decided to give Asher some breathing room, instead of blowing cigarette smoke down his neck, he began pacing around the car. “Dude, he gave ya this Tesla like a year ago, not even that, that fucker gave it to ya for graduating, why the fuck does it look like it’s been through a few rounds of some cityboy demolition derby?!” Asher didn’t respond. “And those motherfucking rims, is there a curb on campus that ya haven’t scraped?!”

“Clay-” Asher hissed quietly but he cut him off.

“Dude, yer two years older than me, how can ya be so fucking pathethic?” Clay grinned

“Cla-”

“And what the fuck, bro, that interior! That’s a fucking mess! I’ve seen work trucks that looked better when they were going to the scrap yard!”

“Fuck- Shit- Dude! Shut up!” Asher charged him. Without as much as deforming the cigarette he held in his left hand, Clay locked his other hand around Asher’s neck and slammed him against the side of the car.

Clay leaned right in, took a long drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke right in Ahser’s face, “buddy, there’s more muscle in my forearm than in yer whole arm, if I’d wanna, I could end ya right now, yer one squeeze and a crushed windpipe away from death.” Clay spoke slowly, his lips just millimeters from Asher. “If ya only knew how much I’m fighting the urge to put out this cig on that pretty lil forehead of yers, right there in the center, marking ya like some weirdo princess of the river Ganga.”

Just as Clay took his last drag, Asher reached for the cig and unfortunately for him, he grabbed the glowing end, as he ripped it away from Clay’s lips it burned his fingers.

“fuck…” He barely managed to force out past Clay’s grip. However, Clay wasn’t mad. Instead a cocky smirk appeared on his face.

“Ya burned yerself, baby boy, that’s gotta hurt.” He laughed as he let go of Asher’s neck.

“Fuck you, dude, fuck you, I’m gonna call my insurance, I’ve got punctures covered, I don’t know why I even asked dad to send ya instead.” Asher massaged his neck and pulled out his phone.

But before he could call anyone, Clay snatched it and showed Asher why he’s the state’s top pitcher. Asher couldn’t even gasp as he watched on. His phone flew so far it could barely be seen before it buried itself in the freshly plowed field. 

“Now, Ash, once ya find yer phone, ya can call ‘em, and dad to complain, I’ve gotta head to the gym, I ain’t gonna force my gym buddy to wait cause of ya.” and with that, he gave Asher a light backhand, jumped into his truck and sped off. showering the stricken Tesla in gravel.

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[sa345m]

“Sure glad I ain’t hard, I’d need a bigger fish to cover up!” Said the message you got from your bf’s lil bro as you were driving to their log cabin.

The moment ya saw the picture attached, ya weren’t so sure that the weekend at the cabin would be ruined by his presence.

[gofukyrself2]

wrestlin weigh in

did a ton of that shit in high school

[sa345m]

Needless to say, ya were disappointed, he never covers up when he walks around the house naked. Hell, he rarely choses not to use the opportunity to fuck the shit outta ya, or to test some new holds. Making sure ya know that, while he might be the lil bro, he’s still the alpha.

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           don’t get so jealous….      we’re still gonna…    you know

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“Yeah, he’s in cell #2… Ya sure, dude? Don’t hurt him.”

“Bruh, I haven’t fucked anybody in 10 days, and that motherfucker rubbed that lil round ass against my bulge when he saw it, I’m ‘bout ready to  explode.”

“Dude, Chief’s gonna kill us when he comes back from his vacation.”

“Don’t worry,  rookie. His 14-day vacation is why I’m this pent up.”

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[life-through-my-eyess]

Reblog if you wouldn’t mind some curious anons right now❣️🤫

[sa345m]

It took some persuading from your hunky boyfriend to get ya to go canoeing with him. He told ya you'd enjoy the view.

Yer glad ya said yes in the end, cause ya most certainly did.

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[sa345m]

Youre back!

Hell yeah, wanna get back to adding more content on here!

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“PATRICK!! Ya lil dogshit eating bitch!” He roared at me as he walked over to us, pushing away one of the guys and scaring the other one shitless. 

“Hey man, I… Austin, I-I-I…” I tried to get out of it. 

“...was trying to get into their pants, ya faggot!” He looked about ready to tear me apart, “Today, 9 pm, after gym, by the time I get back to my room, I want ya on my bed, ass up, understood?!”

“Y-yes, Austin…” I gulped, that was too close for comfort

“We’ll see how they like ya after 8 ragging loads.” He snickered, shit… I was in for a rough night.

[sa345m]

Your last story was incredible

Thanks! Glad you like it!

[roughneckj]

[sa345m]

Fresh out of college and being the only white collar guy on a remote worksite was already interesting to say the least, being gay only moved it to a new and totally different level.

Most of the guys didn’t interest you that much, you always thought that you were more into city boys, not one to fall for a dirty, rough redneck but then Mace joined the company.

Only a few years older than you, he was easily the biggest guy on the site, 6’4 if not 5 and looked like he could flip a car on its roof without breaking a sweat, when one of the guys told you that a few years back Mace was the star of the local highschool football team, you weren’t surprised.

You couldn’t help but stare whenever he was around, every time he’d notice you’d just blush and play it off with the usual remarks. Saying that you were just reading his shirt or that you were actually looking at the work truck behind him. As if it didn’t happen for the 13th time that day.

But then one day about half-way into his second month there he called out to you as you walked down below. He was closing off a part of the site’s piping for annual maintenance and you expected a question or a request to fetch something when you looked up but instead you got a surprise flex show from him

You stared at him with your mouth open, your dick began to drool pre before you even got hard and he just continued. The grunts between poses driving shivers of pleasure down your spine. He had you under his control for over four minutes before a phone call brought you back to reality.

You spent the rest of your shift in your office, confused, aroused and scared. “Does he know? He must… Is he okay with it? Maybe… What am I gonna do? I don’t know…” you muttered to yourself silently as you tried to take your mind somewhere else.

You took the day’s paperwork out of its drawer and tried to switch your focus to that but whenever Mace’s name appeared you couldn't help but see those big arms and deep pits. His pecs and obliques peeking out of his cut off and that cheeky mischievous grin he had on while he did so.

By the time the shift ended you thought you were gonna go mad. You quickly raced to your car hoping that you won’t meet him. Once you got home you took a long shower and fell asleep on your couch, unexpectedly, only waking up at 5 am after a thankfully sleepless night.

Thankfully so, the slower, calmer morning helped a lot but then, as you got into your car the boss called, not unusual, he always called around that time but the whole call was about Mace, about how good he’s doing. By the end of it you felt like the same mess you were yesterday. Maybe more so as, consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t give way and managed to crash into a car just getting out of your driveway…

What a start… You thought to yourself as you exchanged insurance information and called an Uber, hoping you won’t be too late.

The whole day you’ve been swamped by paperwork and only clocked off at 6:45pm, tired, exhausted and pissed off on the whole world. When you reached the parking lot you pulled out your phone, prepared to throw even more money down the drain with another Uber but then a big rough calloused hand gripped your shoulder.

“I’ll take ya home.” Mace’s deep voice shook your whole body. He hugged your neck and rubbed his beard against your hair, his smell made your knees weak. You didn’t answer, just let your head rest on his arm. Somehow this was the graduation of the last two days' events and it seemed way calmer than you'd expected.

Mace pulled you closer and you felt his bulge against the small of your back, it made you gasp. He was clearly massive everywhere…

He just chuckled and lifted you up, you felt diminutive in his arms. “Or we can head to my house for the night.” You cuddled up to his arm and he knew what that meant. Mace carried you to his truck, drove you two to his house and let you crash on his couch while he made dinner, you ate and then both settled down on the couch.

As the evening progressed you got bolder and bolder. Soon you were lying with your scruff in his pit, enveloped by his scent, massaging his bulge, you could feel his pre slowly soaking his underwear and jeans. Mace wasn’t saying anything, only groaning approvingly. 

Once even his jeans had a prominent spot of precum you unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper took some work as Mace’s hard on was plenty strong enough to make it difficult but soon you got his pride free.

You gasped, it was massive, at least 9” uncut and covered in his precum.  You couldn't touch your fingers around it. The two balls below were more than a match for it and looked full to the brim.

“What’s the last time you’ve jacked off?” You giggled as you felt the weight of his balls.

“Last Saturday, been holding off, hoping you’d suck me off.” He chucked and ruffled up your hair. 

You looked stunned, then squeezed his balls hard and whispered, “Fuck sucking, I want that thing deep in me.” You felt his balls jump when he heard that.

What follows is a frenzy of movements, he kisses you, grabs your head as he dominates your mouth, you then feel his massive powerful hands grip your ribcage as he lifts you up effortlessly, you wrap your legs around him as he carries you over to his bedroom, throws you on the bed, strips you naked then does the same, his cock gets even harder pointing upwards, pre dripping onto the floor as he lustfully looks over your smooth body.

He forces your legs to your shoulders, your eager hole exposed, clenched tight, scared by the sight of that battering ram. He lowers himself onto you, his wiry body hair scratching you as he slides his dick over your eager hole, precum leaking all over it, he’s whispering into your ear, telling you to relax but you can’t, finally he kisses you, passionately, lovingly, it makes your hole relax a bit and his cock seizes the opportunity with searing pain his massive cockhead gets inside.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in tight, your heels dig into the small of his back, you’re begging him to slow down as you feel your hole throbe, trying to accommodate his cock. He soothes you with his deep voice as he slides in deeper, your eyes full of tears.

“Don’t worry babe, I'm careful.” He whispers into your ear just as he rams the last few inches inside with a grunt. You dig your  nails into his back, feeling like he just split your ass apart. Instead of continuing he goes in for a kiss as rough and dominating as his massive body slamming his dick inside you.

Still not parting the kiss he begins with slow gentle thrusts, you moan and groan, your dick spasming in many cumless orgasms as he feels your whole body flex, trying to understand the pleasure and pain overload it's getting.

“Mace, please go slow, slow…”you beg him but notice he isn’t listening, his eyes are closed, his body controlled by his dick. He’s speeding up, your one arm  wrapped around his neck, the other digging its nails into his back he’s destroying your g-spot, his balls slapping your ass hard.

“Babe, babe, ba…” your eyes roll back as he reaches the right rhythm, your poor cock unable to piece together what the fuck is going on is spasming, your whole body sweaty and flexing, trying to take Mace’s thrusts as they get harder and harder, his 260 pounds driving his dick deep inside you.

“Take it, fucking take it!” He grunts out as his tempo gets even fiercer, his hold on you tightens as he gets even faster, your ass feels like a cave and still it’s too tight for his cock… his sweat is dripping onto you like hot summer rain.

Mace goes in for a kiss, silencing your moans, dominating you even more. You can hear cracks and squeak from the bedframe as he fucks you, his dick getting even more engorged, you know what is coming. He reached his tempo. beating your ass like mad. You know he won’t last long.

He’s trying to hold off for as long as he can but it isn’t helping, his breathing goes jagged as he gives you a few last thrusts and with the last one that buries his cock deep inside you, his whole body flexes as the first squirt of cum coats your insides.

His arms squeeze your body hard as he whimpers, groans and gasps, his mind taken over by his orgasm, he’s overloaded with pleasure. It feels like his orgasm is endless as it just continues on and on, his cock throbbing inside you, balls clenching, pumping more and more cum deep into you.

“Fuck babe…” He’s heaving, as he collapses onto you, kissing you gently, his cock goes slowly soft but doesn’t seem to get any smaller. Within two minutes you feel his cock harden again.

“Ready for a long night?” He gives you a cheeky smirk as he begins a second round of ass wrecking, one of six he’ll give you that night.

You don’t stop until the next day’s sunrise, as all other people start their Saturday, you finish your Friday, after it all you fall asleep on top of him, feeling weak and empty without his cock inside you, using his pumped up pecs as a pillow, his embrace making you feel safe and comfy as his load slowly leaks out of your wrecked hole.

Needless to say, once you woke up, Mace began your Saturday the same way you ended the previous day…

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The same dude that you've been out with the whole evening, as his "big partner" is now towering over you, four of his loads leaking out of your ass, he's pumped up and still horny af.

You're panting, your ass feels like a semi-truck had driven though you. He leans down, kisses you and whispers into your ear "Babe, if this is what I do with those I love, you can imagine what happens with those I hate."

[cowboyntx]

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"Travis, I fucking hate your brother! That fucker hasn't allowed me to fuck him for the last 8 days, I feel like my balls are gonna explode!" Dave, Travis' brother's bf complained to him.

"You know what was his last excuse?! That's he's got an important meeting and needs to have enough time for it! Fucker, I've checked; he wasn't at work and there wasn't even any planned meeting!" Dave continued, Travis wasn't even looking at him, his big bulge prominent enough for Dave to not notice that.

"And, why should that be my problem, kiddo?" Travis growled at Dave, readjusting his bulge, still not paying much attention.

"He's your older brother!! How the hell can you be this prototype of masculinity when he's such a sissy about everything?! He cannot be like that normally! It's gotta be an act!" Dave continued with his complaints.

"And so what, I'm 19, he's 26, there's still Steve and Rob between us two. I don't see nor care where you're heading with this." Travis, by now sounding quite irritated, looked at Dave for the first time "Just go home and fuck him! Slam him onto the bed and fuck him!" Travis gave Dave an annoyed look.

"But Trav," Dave begged him, handing him a cold beer, "there's gotta be something else! How is it that you're the high-school's favourite! All the colleges far and wide offered you scholarships just to get you into their teams. You'll be basically making six figures while you're in college!" Dave stopped at this point, mesmerized by the sight of Travis drinking, the can basically disappearing in his massive hand.

"So you're just complaining that Raul is Raul and not me?" Travis chuckled at Dave.

"No! But he's just... sooo vanilla. And he's never told me who fucked him first, when I met him, five years ago, I wasn't the first one to fuck him but he never told me who fucked him before I did!" Dave really got into it, "fix him! Just fix him!"

"Idiot, stupid sissy! Will ya finally shut up?!!" Travis finally snapped at Dave, crumpled up the can and threw it after him, "I was the one who fucked him first! I've been wrecking his ass for the last eight days, that's why he hasn't allowed you to fuck him, your micro dick wouldn't be able to even touch the walls of his stretched out hole, let alone provide some stimulation!"

Dave was shocked but then burst out laughing at Travis who was angry and clearly pumped up, his body filled with pent-up anger "You think I'd believe that you've fucked him when you were 14?!! I mean, you were big but no, bud. I'd sooner believe that some pensioner did so!" Dave laughed and took another beer from the cooler.

"Listen here you lil shit!" Travis grabbed Dave's hand that held the unopened beer "You wanna fuck with me?! You'll reap the consequences too!" Travis squeezed Dave's hand so hard the beer can burst.

"Ouch, that hurt you big duffus!" Dave massaged his hand, "and how can you call my dick small, I've got 6.5"! Slightly above average as far as I know!"

"Fine you've asked for it!" Travis grabbed Dave's belt and ripped it apart, parts of the belt buckle flying left and right before he ripped Dave's tight shorts off.

"No, no! You're not gonna do that!" Dave tried to reason but didn't actually stop Travis.

"I'm the one in charge!" Travis grabbed the collar of Dave's jacket and held him mere inches from his face.

"The fuck you are!" Dave spat into Travis' face, immediately turning pale when he realized what will follow.

"I've stretched him way too much by now, we'll see how you hold up!" Travis unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, his precum leaking semi stretching his worn underwear.

"Fuck..." Dave's stared at it in disbelief, "its gotta be at least 8 inches..."

"9.5 inches when rock hard." Travis chuckled with a devilish smirk and pulled out his dick.

"Brace yourself buddy, this won't be nice!" Travis forced Dave's legs to his chest. Dave's hole winked at Travis, making his cock jump, forcing a drop of precum out. Travis gave his rod a few strokes before he pushed his cockhead against Dave's hole.

"Oh damn, oh fuck!" Dave gasped and gripped Travis' wrists as Travis' cockhead forced his hole more and more open but hadn't yet popped it.

"It's so big!" Dave's voice skipped as the cockhead finally entered him fully. Travis leaned over him. His big frame dwarfing Dave's.

"You think so, bud? Hold on tight!" Travis whispered into Dave's ear. Dave in response quickly gripped his back.

With a loud grunt, Travis forced his cock inside all the way, to the base. Dave dug his nails into Travis' wide back, feeling like he's been just split in half.

"F-f-fuck..." Dave shivered, his hole was twitching wildly around Travis' cock, milking it hard, only making it harder still.

"So much better than Raul's ass." Travis let out breathlessly as he pulled out slowly and rammed his cock in again, so hard he felt Dave's frame buckle. Dave squeaked out in response as his eyes rolled back into his head.

Travis gave Dave a moment to readjust his legs, he wrapped them around Travis' waist, pushing his heels into Travis' back.

"Ready, lil pupper?" Travis looked into Dave's eyes. In Travis' eyes they hadn't even started yet but Dave was already covered in sweat.

"Give it to me, Beast." Dave shivered in response and braced for what was gonna follow.

Travis gave Dave a wicked grin as he felt Dave's body tense up. He waited patiently till he knew Dave would least expect it and then proceeded to absolutely jackhammer his ass.

Dave struggled to support Travis' blows, his hips quickly turned Dave's ass bright red as as the sound of it echoed through the open fields.

Dave hoped that Travis would slow down but Travis only wanted to blow a load deep into Dave's tight hole, for him, there was no reason to go slow.

Travis' balls were slapping against Dave's ass harder and harder, his grunts turning animalistic.

Dave was tearing up, the intense mix of pain and pleasure was sending his body into spasms.

Finally, the pauses between the crushing thrusts got longer. Dave knew what it meant, he felt Travis' body go rigid as his balls pulled up tight. Travis' arms crushed Dave's ribcage against his chest as, with his last thrust, he came. Groaning and grunting with each rope of cum he send into Dave's hole, sweat dripping off him onto Dave.

To Dave it felt endless. He didn't even notice he came too. He was too taken over.

Wasted, Travis collapsed on top of him, kissing Dave's forehead, Travis' 240 pounds making sure that Dave ain't going nowhere.

"Damn boy, that was amazing." Travis slowly got up, as his cock slipped out of Dave's hole, a flood of cum gushed out.

As he stood there, heaving, coming down from his high, he heard a truck in the distance but didn't turn around.

The truck stopped behind them, the driver stepped out and let out a quiet "Fuck..." it was Raul. He just came from work and wondered where his younger brother and boyfriend where.

All he could see was a his boyfriend, lying on the ground, barely conscious, with a wide grin on his face, a small puddle of cum forming underneath his wrecked ass and his younger brother wearing only his shirt, torn up on the back, painful red scratches visible underneath it.

"Wanna go next?" Travis turned to face Raul, his dick once again rock hard...