Austin Blake

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I forgot I had this one ready for you today! Next part coming on Monday. The voted stories will begin tomorrow!

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Austin Blake had a porn star name, and for good reason. Perhaps his parents knew he'd grow up to be the hottest guy to ever grace the face of the earth and had named him accordingly. If you close your eyes and picture what you think Austin Blake would look like, you're probably correct.

Honey blond hair that was messy, unruly and luscious. Green eyes so dazzling that you could see them from the other side of the hallway. Biceps that stretched out every t-shirt he wore, and legs that could crush steel. He was the pinnacle of perfection. The crème de la crème. The most stunning human being who I had ever laid eyes on, and of course, Austin Blake was so disgustingly straight that even thinking about him made me nervous.

Yet, Austin Blake was one of the only things I could think about because he just so happened to be my Life Buddy.

I know what you're thinking, and believe me, we all thought it, too. The school introduced the program to, in their words, foster a sense of community within the school. Community my ass. They just knew that every jock in the place was flunking hard, and what better way to make themselves look good than to dump their problems on the smart guys? You know, the ones who actually gave a fuck about school.

They made it seem like they were pairing us up based on our interests, but last I checked, Austin Blake was interested in partying, fucking and football, and I was interested in reading, comic books and my impressive collection of stamps. The reason Austin and I were paired up was because I was top of my class, and Austin was the complete opposite.

The idea was simple. For the last three months of the year, we'd all be stuck with our buddy. That meant that we sat together in every class. We had lunch together every afternoon, and once a week, we partook in an extra curricular activity that happened outside the school.

Two weeks in, the only extra curricular activity that we'd done, had involved Austin telling a very attractive young woman that I was his 'weird cousin' and ditching me to take her somewhere more private.

I can't say that I relished our time together, but at least I got to look at him, and who could turn down eye candy as delicious as Austin Blake?

"Did you ever see the video of the guy putting his whole head inside some chick's ass?" He asked me, as we walked back to my house for our third activity.

"I can't say that I have" I grimaced, and he turned his phone toward me, and I looked away.

"Oh come on, man" he guffawed, "he get's his whole head inside".

"Riveting".

He scoffed and stuffed his phone back inside his pocket. "You don't drink. You don't party. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't work out. What do you do?"

"I study" I said, and realised how dumb that sounded. "I mean... I study and I do lots of stuff. I read a lot, I write sometimes. I –"

He cut me off with a loud yawn and dropped his heavy arm over my slim shoulders. Had I not been worried about his next sentence, I would have probably popped a boner.

"The problem with you, Gary" he said.

"It's Gavin"

"Gavin, Gary, same thing. The problem with you, is that you need your dick sucked. Once you get your dick sucked, the whole world is different". He moved his hand across our faces as though he was showing me an imaginary world in front of us. "Once you pump your splurge into some chick's guts, you'll never look back".

"Splurge?" I winced.

"It's the stuff that comes out of your pee-pee when you play with it" he teased, putting on a childish voice.

"I gathered".

"So what I'm saying is, you need to get your dick sucked".

I didn't allow my mind to wander. If there was one thing in the world that I was sure of, it was that Austin Blake was not offering. He took his phone back out, closed the disturbing video, and dialled a number.

"Yo, it's Austin" he said, and released me from his grasp. "Nah I'm with some dude, Garvin"

"Gavin".

"Whatever. Anyway, I need two cases of beer and..." He studied me intently, "you know what, just bring everything. This kid needs a serious fuckin' makeover. Alright, sweet, see you soon".

When Austin got off the phone, he turned me around by my shoulders and began walking me in a different direction.

"This isn't the way to my house" I told him.

"No shit, dumbass" he chuckled, "we're not going to your house".

Austin's house was like a mansion. Four fancy cars sat in the long drive, secured by a huge electric gate which opened at his touch. I gawped as I followed him inside, and immediately we were greeted by a strange looking bleach blond woman who looked almost plastic.

"Oh, hey sweetie" she said, and I kid you not, not a single inch of her face moved. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah it was fucking great, mom" Austin said, and yanked me so hard that my arm nearly popped from it's socket.

"Is this one of your friends?" She called, her face still frozen.

"No" Austin said, as I tripped up the stairs after him. "And when Bryan gets here, send him up".

"Okay sweetheart, you boys have fun!"

"God, she's such a fucking drag" he sighed, as he walked into a bedroom that was at least twice the size of my entire house.

"She seems nice" I replied, rubbing my arm and staring at the place in awe.

"Don't say that to her face" he scoffed, kicking off his shoes and peeling his t-shirt over his muscular frame, "she'll try to fuck your brains out".

My eyes widened, both from the sight before me, and from the way he'd just spoken about his own mother.

"Do you know Cindy Beckett?" He asked, and before I could answer, he answered for me. "No, of course you don't" he laughed to himself, "well Cindy is like the third hottest chick I know, and she's having a party tonight, and guess what, dipstick? You're getting your balls drained".

My jaw dropped.

"Oh no" he added, shedding his pants, and standing before me in just a pair of tight white boxer briefs that left nothing to my imagination. "Not by Cindy" he laughed, "Cindy won't even suck my dick, so your little pin ain't going anywhere near her".

Austin fell backwards onto his bed with his arms and legs sprawled out. The bulge in the front of his underwear made my mouth water, and a few minutes later, the doorbell sounded and Bryan had arrived. Unsurprisingly, I had no idea who Bryan was.

A unit of a man entered the room a short while later. He was at least six foot five and built like a bulldozer. He was handsome, though not as handsome as Austin, and didn't bat an eyelid that his friend greeted him half naked. He dropped two duffle bags on the floor and looked at me like I was some sort of decrepit insect that he'd stepped on.

"Gordon?" He asked, and I sighed and corrected him. "Whatever" he shrugged, and pulled out three cans of beer, before cracking them open and handing one to each of us.

"Oh" I said, clearing my throat, "I um... I don't drink".

The two of them looked at each other like I'd just spoken Swahili. When they turned back, they burst into laughter and seemingly believed that I was telling the joke of the century. They gulped theirs down in one, and had a quick competition to see who could belch the loudest. Bryan won.

"Alright, strip" Austin said, cracking open a second, "and for fuck's sake, man, your pre-game sucks!" He reached forward and tipped the can to my mouth, and I almost drowned. Not from the beer, but from the demand.

"Sorry, did you say..."

"Yeah, strip" he repeated, completely nonchalantly, and my eyes widened again.

"Dude, you can't go dressed like that" Bryan belched, "those clothes look like someone's grandma donated all of her old shit to a homeless charity".

"And a hobo found them in a bin" Austin added, drinking.

"And puked on them before giving them to someone worse off than him" Bryan continued.

"Jesus, alright!" I said, looking down at my clothes, which, in my opinion, were actually quite nice.

"Start with that car crash of a shirt" Austin said, and with ease, he slipped it over my head, and I hugged myself as my cheeks burned.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked, seriously, "you don't have tits, do you?"

"Be nice if he did" Bryan guffawed.

"I um... I just uh..." I wasn't even sure what I wanted to say. Austin held up a white t-shirt to me, and studied me for a moment before holding up a black one instead.

"Take off your pants" he said, deep in thought, and I shook my head.

"No, I um... You know what, I think I'm just gonna go home, but thanks for the beer and –"

"Dude, just take off your damn pants and stop being such a gigantic pussy flap" Austin sighed, and once again, the young man undressed me. My pants shot to my ankles, and now I stood in only my underwear. I cringed, hard.

"God damn it" Austin said, and got to his feet again, "I used to wear underwear like that when I was six, bro. Don't you have anything a little... Sexier?"

I looked down at my tighty whities and squirmed. They were far more comfortable than standard boxer shorts, and I didn't see a problem.

"Look" he said, squeezing my naked shoulder, "if a chick starts to go down on you and realises that you're wearing middle school undies, she's gonna slap you in the fucking dick".

Bryan nodded in agreement and I remained completely mortified.

"I don't do this for everyone" he continued, and walked across the room before opening one of his drawers and pulling out a pair of crisp white boxer briefs. "But seeing as we're Life Buddies, I'll make an exception".

Austin handed me the underwear and nodded. "Go ahead" he said, and my eyes widened.

Although I knew that there wasn't a single sexual urge from the young man, the fact that he was asking me to strip completely naked in front of him was wildly arousing. Bryan watched on from the bed, still slurping on his beer, and I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Can I um... Can I use your bathroom to change?" I asked, and Austin cocked a brow, looked at Bryan, and the two of them choked with laughter before he pointed at me.

"You're a funny guy, Gremlin".

"Gavin".

"Whatever. You're a funny dude, now hurry up, I wanna get fucked up before we leave".

What else could I do? To them, getting naked together was a completely natural part of their day. They both played sports, so it wasn't odd to them. For me, I'd have preferred to jump head first out his bedroom window, but I took a deep breath, turned my back to them, and dropped my underwear.

My heart raced in my chest. I knew for certain that they were watching, and as I scrambled to pull on Austin Blake's boxer briefs, I sighed with relief and turned back. I expected them to laugh, but what I didn't expect, was the look on both of their faces when I turned back around.

Silence fell in the room. Austin gawped at me, Bryan did, too.

"What?" I asked nervously, and slowly, they looked at each other, then back to me.

I felt my cheeks burn once more. Had I done something? Or said something? I looked down at my underwear clad body, but nothing seemed out of place.

Austin sat up, and when he did, I saw it. The bulge in the front of his underwear had grown considerably larger, and Bryan was also visibly excited.

"That is the hottest ass I've ever fucking seen, bro" Austin said, and my eyes turned to the size of dinner plates.

"For real, man" Bryan nodded, "you've got a chick's ass".

I wasn't sure what to say. I stood there, awkward and squirming, until Austin stood up and walked toward me with a boner.

"You know what, Giblet?" He said, holding my shoulder again, "I wasn't really in the mood for a party tonight anyway".

Bryan joined us and closed his hand around the back of my neck. "Maybe we could have our own party" he whispered, and squeezed gently. "What do you say?"

I looked between both of them, my whole body shaking with nervous excitement, and nodded. The party was indeed, about to begin.