Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (9 page)

When they were outside, Kirkus walked to the edge of the white stucco half wall that surrounded the veranda. He lifted Jasper higher without so much as twisting his lips and began to buck his hips faster. As his dick slid in and out of Jasper’s hole, the well-hung ginger guy appeared in the doorway, jacking his dick and leering at them. He’d removed his underwear and was naked now.
Jasper remained suspended in ecstasy, hanging from his strong lover’s shoulders, arching his back as much as he could. While the warm morning sunlight caressed his skin, he tossed his head back and took each slam as if it were his last. By that time, Kirkus was sliding in and out of him so fast Jasper heard Kirkus’s balls slapping against the bottom of his ass. And each time Kirkus went deep, he hit Jasper’s prostate in the right spot. This invisible spot, deep within his body, always brought Jasper to an intense orgasm. He knew this time would be even better than the orgasm Kirkus had given him the night before.
The humpy ginger guy crossed to where they were fucking and released his dick. He ran both hands over Jasper’s shoulders, down his chest and started to squeeze Jasper’s muscles. Jasper’s head went back and he rested it against the ginger guy’s chest. He closed his eyes and inhaled the strong masculine aroma coming from under his arms. The smell of a man made Jasper wild on any occasion, but the smell of a man while he was getting fucked overwhelmed him to the point of distraction. While Kirkus continued to fuck him, the ginger guy lowered his head and stuck his tongue inside Jasper’s mouth.
The ginger guy knew how to use his tongue. He explored Jasper’s mouth and squeezed his chest harder. Jasper’s toes curled and he reached back with both arms and laced his fingers behind the ginger guy’s neck. Before he knew it, Kirkus was fucking him and holding his hips and the ginger guy was supporting his upper body.
Kirkus continued to fuck while the ginger kissed him. Then, without asking for permission first, the ginger guy stopped kissing Jasper and said, “I want to fuck him for a while.”
Kirkus smiled and said, “Let’s put him down on the table and take turns,” and then he gestured to the table with his head.
They carried Jasper to a smooth white patio table in the middle of the veranda and lowered him slowly. When he was on his back, Kirkus pulled out and stepped to the side. The ginger guy grabbed his dick and moved in between Jasper’s legs. Before he entered, Kirkus grabbed his arm and said, “Wait a minute, buddy. Let me get a condom.”
Jasper would have made this guy wear a condom if Kirkus hadn’t spoken up. But he was glad Kirkus had said it first. The way they treated him, as if he were an inanimate fuck toy, only made this more interesting for Jasper. Neither one of them had asked Jasper if he wanted to get fucked by the ginger guy. Jasper figured they probably thought they didn’t have to ask by then. His legs were already up and wide open and he wasn’t protesting.
When Kirkus went into the bedroom to get the condom, Jasper smiled at the ginger guy, lifted his legs higher, and rested his ankles on his shoulders. He had one of those long narrow bodies and he must have worked out a lot. Every muscle in his arms had distinct definition; his torso was so detailed it didn’t look real.
When Kirkus returned, the ginger guy covered his cock and pressed the head between Jasper’s legs. He entered with one quick plunge, which caused Jasper’s head to jerk back. He moved his hips and started to slide in and out of Jasper with his knees slightly bent and his hands on Jasper’s thighs. He was one of those guys who liked to look down and watch his dick slide in and out, with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows.
Jasper reached for Kirkus’s dick and Kirkus climbed up on the table. He kneeled beside Jasper’s head, leaned forward and swung his huge balls over Jasper’s mouth. While the ginger guy fucked him, Jasper swallowed Kirkus’s balls and sucked them gently. He would have sucked his dick but Kirkus hadn’t removed the condom.
There was a reason Kirkus hadn’t removed the condom; he wasn’t finished yet. About ten minutes later, Kirkus grabbed the ginger guy’s arm and said, “It’s my turn again.”
So the ginger guy pulled out and climbed up on the other side of the table while Kirkus went between Jasper’s legs and started fucking him again. Jasper sucked the ginger guy’s balls and licked between his legs while Kirkus fucked. He took in his strong smell again: he smelled like a man should smell and Jasper inhaled as much of his damp locker-room scent as he could. The raw smell of a man gave him a high he couldn’t put into words.
They continued to take turns on Jasper, switching positions every ten minutes or so. They fucked him so hard Jasper knew he’d have bruise marks on the back of his legs for the next few days. They didn’t stop until they all reached the edge of climax.
At that point, Kirkus glanced down at Jasper and said, “I’m getting close, bud. Fucking close.” He punched his redheaded frat brother in the arm and said, “I think my buddy here wants to come, too.”
Kirkus continued to fuck; Jasper’s body bounced and jerked. He concentrated on sucking the ginger guy’s balls so he wouldn’t disrupt the perfect position they’d found. If it had been up to Jasper, he would have continued on for hours this way. In his ultimate fantasy world, the other guys who were still sleeping would have come out and fucked him, too. None would have worn condoms; he truly would have been their cum dump. They would have rubbed their hairy legs against his face, shoved their thick young cocks into his mouth and pounded his ass until he begged for mercy.
But Jasper knew both guys were ready to come and this wasn’t a fantasy. He could tell by their hungry expressions and the way they bit their bottom lips. And in Jasper’s non-fantasy world he didn’t want the other frat guys to catch these two guys taking turns on him. He really did want to be in this fraternity and he wasn’t certain how the others would react to all this outdoor fucking. So he nodded and said, “Yes, come for me. Fucking fill me up with that big thick cock, man.”
Then Jasper glanced up at the ginger guy and said, “Take off the condom. I’ll suck you off.”
The ginger guy removed the condom and tossed it over the veranda. He smacked the head of his dick against Jasper’s lips and Jasper wrapped his lips around it and started to suck.
While Jasper sucked him off, Kirkus started slamming Jasper’s ass as if his body had been wired. His hips began to thrust as if someone had hit the fast-forward button. Every muscle in Jasper’s body vibrated; his head shook; his eyes rolled back. He moaned and sucked at the same time.
A minute after that Kirkus repeated the words, “Fucking bitch, fucking bitch,” without stopping, in a low voice. When he came, he sucked in as much air as he could, let out a disconnected grunt and filled the condom buried deep inside Jasper’s body.
Kirkus didn’t pull out right away. He remained inside and started fucking Jasper at a slower pace. The ginger guy pulled his dick halfway out of Jasper’s mouth and started jacking the shaft while Jasper sucked on the head.
It didn’t take long for the ginger guy to say, “I’m close, man.” His face contorted; a vein in his neck bulged. “I’m gonna blow my shit, man. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah. Fuck.”
Jasper nodded…with the head of this guy’s dick still in his mouth…to let him know it was okay to come this way. It didn’t take long: the ginger guy blasted his load down Jasper’s throat, repeating the word
fuck
over and over again, and Jasper swallowed every last drop without gagging once. When the ginger guy released his hand from his shaft, Jasper sucked the whole dick back into his mouth and continued to drain everything he had. Jasper had always liked the taste of cum, especially frat boy cum. He wasn’t sure why, but their cum tasted sweeter and went down smoother than that of other guys he’d sucked off. He wondered if it had something to do with all the beer they drank.
The moment Kirkus stopped fucking and took a breath, Jasper lowered his right hand, jacked his own cock a few times and came in an arc. He wanted to come while both men were still inside him. Nothing made him smile more than a dick in his mouth and a dick up his ass at the same time. And Jasper had always been a wild cum-blaster. He both laughed at, and took pride in this when he masturbated alone. He’d been with guys who came in dribbles and leaks, which always seemed so lackluster and unimaginative. Jasper didn’t just blast his loads either; he shot arcs of cum several feet away. This time he forgot to duck. His own cum landed on his face, missing his right eye by a fraction of an inch.
Kirkus glanced down at him and smiled. “You made a mess. You came all over your own lips and my buddy’s dick.” He slapped Jasper’s ass and fucked him faster.
The ginger guy caressed the dry side of Jasper’s face and laughed. “You’d better clean it all up now.” Then he punched Kirkus in the shoulder and laughed, as if baiting Jasper to eat his own cum.
They seemed to think Jasper’s love of cum was funny. Jasper didn’t care; he knew they’d enjoyed themselves, and, like most men they had very dirty minds. So he licked all the cum off his lips and the ginger guy’s dick and swallowed.
When the ginger guy pulled out of his mouth, Jasper sat up and squeezed Kirkus’ bicep and said, “Carry me back to the bedroom like this. I don’t want you to pull out yet.”
Kirkus laughed and lifted him up from the table. He turned toward the door. Then he carried Jasper back to the bedroom and gently lowered him to the bed. On the way, Jasper caught a glimpse of their image in the full-length mirror near his dressing-room door. The other guys were still sleeping, some even snored. The ginger guy had disappeared into the bathroom and Jasper heard him peeing.
When Kirkus set him on the bed, he pulled out and glanced down at the condom on his dick. He laughed and said, “You take it off for me.” Then he climbed up on the bed and straddled Jasper’s shoulders.
Jasper smiled. Evidently this wasn’t over yet. He reached for the condom and slowly removed it with his fingertips. He worked so gently he barely touched Kirkus’s skin. When the condom was off, he lifted it and glanced at it to make sure it was full. He smiled and tossed it onto the floor. Then he lifted his head, opened his mouth and sucked Kirkus’s shrinking cock.
Kirkus laughed and rubbed his oversized abdominal muscles. “You’re going to suck my dick right off if you’re not careful. I have to leave. I have a client this morning. You have to come up for air, man. Besides, the other guys will be awake soon. They didn’t mind you sucking their dicks last night when they were drunk, but I don’t think they’d like it if they found you sucking dick this early in the morning, stone-cold sober.”
Jasper remembered that Kirkus had mentioned the night before that he was a personal trainer somewhere in Hollywood. There were so many personal trainers, and they all looked so much like Kirkus, Jasper dismissed it as unimportant. He didn’t want to stop sucking his dick; he didn’t care about Kirkus’s dumb client. He didn’t care about the other guys. There was something so comforting about sucking a big floppy semi-erect dick after climax that he started to get erect again. The texture alone sent shivers up and down Jasper’s spine and he could have remained doing this for the rest of the morning.
But Kirkus pulled out and sat back on his haunches. He slapped Jasper’s ass and said, “Dude, you are too much. I’m gonna like having you as a frat brother.”
The ginger guy walked out of the bathroom and winked at Kirkus.
Jasper blinked. “You mean I’m in? I’m a brother now?” He wasn’t sure they’d want him. He’d fucked and sucked guys like Kirkus before; the next day they pretended they didn’t know him.
“You’re in,” Kirkus said. “It’s all about the brotherhood, man.” He leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, with his tongue, pinning his head to the pillow with force. When he stopped, he lifted his head and said, “And I have a feeling we’re going to be very good friends.”
His peculiar sense of humor made Jasper smile. He seemed to be laughing at the fraternity and taking it seriously at the same time. Jasper ran his fingers down Kirkus’s chest and laughed. “We’ll be buddies.” Then he grabbed the back of his head and kissed him one more time.

Ever since he was a little boy, Patrick had loved to be spanked. Maybe his mom patted his butt as he breast-feed, or he just was a naughty boy; anyway, he learned to like being punished. I know when I babysat for him in the summer, he always liked to push my buttons, hoping to get a spanking.

One rainy day that summer, he threw water balloons in the house, trashing the place. It took us hours to clean up the mess before his parents came home, but before we started I was so angry, I grabbed him in a fit of rage and threw him over my knee.

I’ll admit I saw red, got completely out of control, but enough was enough. My hand slapped him, draining the anger from me. He fought, weakly, but he accepted each blow. I only used my open hand and didn’t let blind rage take over, but I reddened both of his cheeks that day. My hand even swelled up afterward.

Patrick never cried. He accepted his punishment. He enjoyed it.

When the house was clean, we sat on the couch watching a movie. Patrick leaned against me, his hand resting on my leg. I had felt his arousal when I spanked him, and now I was aroused with his hand on my thigh, and his warm body next to me. Looking at the time, I knew his parents would be home soon.

“You should go shower and get ready for bed. Your parents will be home soon.”
“If I don’t will you spank me again?” This innocent boy sitting next to me turned to a teasing brat. He stood up and pulled his shorts down in the back and mooned me. He slapped his cheek once and said, “You’d better make sure I shower, or I’ll tell Mom…” He raced up the stairs.
I followed, picking up the clothes he discarded along the way.
His bare ass poked out of the shower, and he continued to taunt and tease me. “Spank you, Sir, may I have another?” And he would slap his wet butt. A red mark was forming on his cheek. “Come spank me, or I’ll tell Mom you did this to me.”
SLAP.
“Your parents will be home any minute…”
“Then you’d better hurry.”
SLAP.
I entered the bathroom and swatted him once. “There.”
“I want it hard and over your knee.” He jumped out of the shower, naked and wet.
I heard the garage door start to open. “They’re here.”
“Better hurry,” he thrust his wet, pink ass at me.
I sat on the stool as I pulled him over my lap. I spanked him, making the water sting as I struck. Ten fast swats. “Done.”
“More.”
“I will tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” I said, as he jumped back into the shower. I found a towel and his robe. Both rested on the stool as I raced out of the bathroom and downstairs.
His parents entered the kitchen as I skidded in at the perfect moment. “Did he spray you with the shower?” his mother demanded. She pointed to my wet pants and shirt.
“Ah…no…ah, I slipped as I was setting the water and…”
“Don’t try to cover for him. He’s naughty.”
“It’s fine. It’s only water.”
“Don’t let him get the upper hand; your summer will be hell if he does.” His mom set her purse on the counter and turned to her husband, “Right, dear?”
“All that kid needs is a good spanking and that will fix him,” his dad said. “And you have my permission to spank the hell out of him if he needs it.”
“My dear, what will Ian think?”
“He’s met our son, he knows.”
The rest of the summer, Patrick and I had a lot of fun. Our friendship grew, I saw more of his bare moon than the summer sun, but aside from the spankings, we didn’t do anything else. Two naïve boys in the heartland without a clue as to what life had ahead of them.