Forbidden Fortunes - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The realisation that straight men were easily purchased was the beginning of something incredible. The way Elliot had taken his friend’s cock into his throat as though it was some sort of suppressed fantasy made me think that perhaps there was something about the heterosexual male species that was far more flexible than I had initially though.

The idea that money alone was enough of an incentive to have the straightest of men nurse on a thick, meaty cock was enough to encourage me to continue. Could all men be bought? The topic intrigued me, and the more I considered it, the more I knew I had to try again. I considered venturing further afield, but the college had been bulging with handsome young men, and if I’d been so easily able to convince two of them already, why not more?

I returned the following week. This time I took the Range Rover to avoid being recognised and perhaps put on a watchlist somewhere. I parked up, lit a cigarette and waited. Just like the last time, the place was crawling with beefy young men.

I wasn’t exactly sure what it was that had drawn me to Elliot and Grayson, other than their beauty, of course, and as I watched hordes of students come and go, I began to wonder if I’d ever find another pair who would satisfy my appetite.

Then I saw them. Not one, not two, but three young studs. They looked like the type who bullied kids in high school. I could almost hear them demanding lunch money. The guy in the middle was a wrestler, it wasn’t even difficult to tell. He wore a sleeveless shirt, and his muscles swelled in it. He had a thick mop of red hair, which although wasn’t my usual type, certainly suited him. The guy to his right was leaner, but very clearly kept on top of his fitness. His skin was tanned, and his features; dark. The last young man reminded me of Elliot in terms of how cute he was. Not hot, not rugged, just cute. He had a shock of golden hair, and a set of dimples that continued to light up his face as he joked with his two pals.

“Gents” I said, opening the door just as they walked by. It was immediately clear to see that unlike Elliot and Grayson, these boys would be far more difficult to convince.

They glared at me as though they couldn’t work out if I was a threat or a creep. Perhaps I was both, but that didn’t matter right now.

“I’m having some car trouble, any chance you lads could take a look? I’d do it myself, but I haven’t the slightest idea about cars”.

They looked at each other and mumbled, and as the other two sniggered, the wrestler spoke with a sarcastic tone.

“Driving around in a car like this?” He said, a handsome smirk on his face, “and you don’t know anything about cars?”

I shrugged and he shook his head and laughed. “God damn rich people, man. Pop the hood”.

Bingo.

“What’s your name?” I asked, standing next to him as he began to search for the problem. He looked at me, then back to the engine.

“Corey” he grunted.

“Nice to meet you Corey, I’m Austin”. He didn’t answer me, but when I looked at the others, the blond introduced himself as Tyler and the other guy as Connor.

“You boys all over eighteen?” I asked, trying to play it as smoothly as I could. The answer was a resounding yes, and I guess they expected me to follow it up with something interesting, but I didn’t. I simply watched as Corey continued working.

“The wire came loose on your battery” Corey finally said, wiping his hands together as he closed the hood.

The three young men looked set to leave, until I lit another cigarette and sat against the front of the car. “Here” I said, counting out one hundred dollars and handing it to Corey who cocked a brow.

“It’s literally a battery” he said, but eyed the cash, “you don’t have to pay me for it”.

“I know I don’t” I replied, and stuffed the money into his hand, “but I like paying for things”.

He looked at me like I was insane, and then looked back at his buddies who shrugged.

“Fair enough” he half laughed, “thanks, I guess”.

“Before you go”.

They all looked back. “How about I pay you some more cash. All of you”.

The confusion was clear on their handsome faces. They looked at each other, then back to me, and then Corey spoke again.

“Why would you pay us?” He asked, suspicion in his voice.

I took a long drag of my cigarette and looked out over the campus. It really was a nice college.

“How much money do you make?” I asked nobody in particular, but naturally, the ring leader replied.

“My folks send me like a grand a month”.

“How about you two?”

“I work in a pizza joint” Tyler explained, “I make like six bucks an hour”.

“Me too” said Connor.

“Well, how would you boys like to make five grand between you?”

Silence fell as they stared at me. Sure, it was quite unbelievable, and I didn’t blame them for questioning it, but when Connor spoke next, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I know what this is” he said, his eyes full of accusation, “you’re one of those drug cartel guys, right? You want us to stuff bags of heroin up our asses or something. Well, I ain’t doing it, man. I heard what happens to people who fuck around with that shit, and I’m not spending the rest of my life in some Mexican prison. No fucking way”.

I looked back at Corey, because it appeared that if I could crack him, the others would follow.

“You’re a handsome guy, Corey” I said, and his eyes narrowed. “I’m offering five grand to see how handsome you three are without your clothes”.

The realisation hit them all at the same time. Tyler choked with laughter, Connor looked horrified, but Corey continued to glare.

“That’s the creepiest shit I’ve ever fucking heard” Connor snorted, but Corey shoved him and considered it.

“You wanna see us naked?” He asked, and I could see the grin return. It was obvious that the young man was proud of his body, so why wouldn’t he show it off for that amount of money?

“That’s part of it” I said, still smoking casually, “but I wanna’ see you three boys play together”.

At this, Connor lifted his hands. “This is some crazy fag shit” he said, shaking his head, “I’m out”.

He walked away, then stopped, looked back and said “are you two fucking serious?”

I could see the internal battle that Corey was having with himself, and Tyler seemed to be waiting for him to answer before he did. Connor gawped, then shook his head again, and returned.

“I’m not doing no gay shit, you got that?” He told them both, but they ignored him.

“What do you mean ‘play’?” Corey pressed, and the fact that the conversation had even lasted this long was impressive.

Learning from my mistake the last time, I set the record straight from the get go.

“I want to watch you three boys fuck”.

Jaws dropped at the words. Perhaps they expected something a little less crude, and a week ago, they would have been in luck, but five grand was a lot of money, and although it wasn’t much to me, it certainly was to them.

“No” Corey said, but the idea had spent a moment too long in his head. “I’ve got a girlfriend, so does he” he nodded toward Tyler.

“Nobody has to know” I explained, “once it’s done, it’s forgotten about”.

“You’re fucked up, man” Connor grimaced, “does nobody else think this guy is a fucking creep?!”

“Dude, can you shut the fuck up for a minute?” Corey snapped at him, and he did. “Five grand ain’t enough for that”.

I wanted to fist pump the air. With almost no argument, Corey had unknowingly agreed to fuck his friends, he just hadn’t hit the right price yet.

“What do you suggest then?” I asked calmly.

“Five grand each” he hit back, and I pretended like I was considering it.

“That’s a lot of money, Corey” I pondered out loud.

“You’re asking a lot” he replied, and the two of us had a silent stand off that I’d already won.

“Fine” I said eventually, “five grand each”.

His eyes widened slightly. The young man tried to call my bluff, and I threw it back at him. He swallowed hard, but before he could reply, I continued.

“As long as all three of you get involved”.

These boys had far more of a presence in my living room than Elliot and Grayson had. Corey sat on the sofa, taking up most of it, and Tyler had squeezed in beside him. We all watched Connor pace the room.

“I can’t!” He said for the twentieth time, “it’s wrong!”.

“You sound like your old man” Tyler scoffed, “who’s even gonna’ know?”

“I’ll know!” He snapped, his face red, “I’m not a fucking fa–… I’m not gay!”

“None of us are” Corey growled, and it was clear that my plan was working far better than I had even hoped.

By requiring the three of them to participate, I’d turned two of them on the other. I could have spent all day in the parking lot trying to convince Connor, but I was a stranger, and his two best friends had far more influence.

The handsome young man sat down and rubbed his face. If Connor could be bought, then I was almost certain that so could every straight young man. By all accounts, the teen was from a deeply conservative family. Cracking him would prove my theory.

“It’s one hour, man” Tyler mumbled, desperately trying to stop himself from sounding eager, “and once it’s over, we’ll never talk about it again, deal?”

Corey took a deep breath and said “deal”, and all eyes returned to Connor.

He squirmed, rubbed his face again, groaned, mumbled and finally dropped his shoulders and said “deal, but I never wanna’ hear about this again”.

Corey stood alone in the centre of the room as his two friends watched on from the sofa. He stared directly at me, and it was difficult to tell if he was angry or thankful for the opportunity. He inhaled through his nose and removed his shirt.

He had the body that I knew he would. Ripped, solid, firm and hard. His chest bulged, his muscular abdomen led straight into his pants, and as the handsome red head removed his shoes and socks, hooked his fingers into his waistband, and revealed his white underwear, my cock twitched.

He grabbed his package when he stood back up, and pinched the fabric away from it. Corey looked confident, but mildly awkward, and stole a glance at his friends before removing the final shred of clothing. Connor looked away, but Tyler continued to watch as he dropped his underwear to his ankles, and revealed a pretty impressive cock.

It hung softly from a bush of ginger pubic hair. The head was pale pink, and showed the slight scar from his cut. He pulled on the end of it, perhaps trying to force another inch or two, and played with his balls as a way to cover himself up as he sat down.

“You’re up, handsome” I smiled, and nodded toward Tyler.

I’d remained relatively quiet during Elliot and Grayson’s ordeal, but the stakes were far higher now. Fifteen grand, even for someone like me, was still a lot of money. If these boys wanted to be paid, then they’d endure some gentle teasing along the way.

I could see the soft tremble in his hands as Tyler undressed. He removed his t-shirt first, revealing a slim body with barely a stitch of hair. Shoes, socks and pants came next, thrown in a pile over Corey’s. He wore a pair of jockey briefs underneath, and took a deep breath before he removed them, and when his cock flopped out, I couldn’t help but be impressed.

Soft, his manhood rivalled Corey’s. In fact, I’d almost go as far as saying that in the dick department, the skinny young teen was even larger than his muscular friend. He kept his hands to his side for a moment, and returned to the sofa as Connor stood up.

He stripped at speed. Perhaps he wanted it all over with, or maybe, deep down, Connor was excited at the prospect of being seen naked. He dumped his clothes on the floor and allowed me to stare at his little prick for only a second before he sat down. He had the biggest attitude but the smallest cock.

“I want to see you boys kiss” I said, sliding my own pants down, “all of you”.

Connor retched, and the other two grimaced. It was certainly a big ask, but so was fifteen thousand dollars. Corey took some deep breaths before getting to his feet. He walked over to Tyler, stood naked in front of him, and beckoned him to stand up. The young man closed his eyes but obeyed his friend, and Connor almost gagged as he watched them stand inches from each other.

In an attempt to appear as masculine as humanly possible, Corey grabbed his friend by the face and jerked his head upwards. The kiss that followed was nothing more than a meaningless peck on the lips.

“That’s how you’d kiss your mother” I told them, “I want to see some tongue, boys”.

Another deep breath. Another long exhale. Corey leaned down, Tyler leaned up, and although they both cringed, their lips pressed together, and as awkwardly as possible, their tongues met in the middle and battled.

“Oh my god” Connor groaned, shielding his eyes from the sight of his best friends making out.

“Keep going, lads” I told them, stroking as I watched the uncomfortable kiss.

They looked more like fish than lovers. Corey’s face was bunched up with disgust as he kissed, but Tyler remained relatively calm. When they finally broke apart, they both wiped their mouths on the back of their arms.

“Who do you want to kiss, Connor?” I asked, knowing the young man would now be forced to make a very difficult decision. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then pondered his choices before sighing and nodding toward Tyler.

The two naked teens stood before each other once more. The outline of their nude bodies made me spill pre-fuck onto my groin, and watching as they began to kiss was even more exciting than I had hoped for.

Tyler pushed his tongue into Connor’s mouth, and the young man groaned audibly. I kept my eye on both of their cocks, hoping that the passionate embrace would send a spark of excitement through them, but they remained limp as the kiss ended.

“Handjobs” I said, “you can all get involved in this”.

They knew it was coming, of course, but Connor still mumbled something under his breath. With the taste of each other on their lips, the three naked college students stood in a circle, and I watched from the outside, as they silently warned each other that this was a secret that they’d take to their graves.

Tyler was the first to make a move. He reached between Corey’s legs and plucked his plump prick into his hand. Corey shivered, shuffled awkwardly on his feet, and grabbed Connor’s cock, and Connor, who looked utterly miserable, pinched Tyler’s soft dick into his hand and winced.

“This is so fucking nasty” Connor moaned, as the three of them began to slowly jerk their neighbour’s cocks.

“You can leave at any time, Connor” I reminded him, because although this was extremely arousing, I would never be accused of forcing anybody to remain.

“I know” he spat, “that’s the problem!”

Tyler let out a gentle chuckle. Corey did the same, and as the boys jerked each other off, the three of them laughed. This was what I wanted to see.

Interestingly, Connor was the first one to stiffen. He swelled inside Corey’s hand, and although he was little more than five inches, he had a nice thickness to him.

Tyler went next. The skinny teen’s cock reached about seven inches, and was as beautiful as any cock I’d seen before. He wasn’t too thick, but his length made up for it, and as Connor’s hand slid his friend’s foreskin back and forth over his glans, Tyler moaned.

Corey remained flaccid. No matter how hard, soft or quick Tyler jerked him, his meat stayed soft. He didn’t seem bothered, either, and when I finally called a stop to the circle jerk, the three of them turned back. Two boners and a softie.

“Connor” I said, smiling, “do you prefer your buddy’s cock or his fat ass?”

The young man’s face burned red. What a question to ask. What a question to answer.

He looked down at Corey’s limp rod, and then glanced at his ass. What would the repercussions of his answer be? He nodded toward Corey’s front.

“Tyler, have you ever eaten ass before?” I asked, and the young man’s eyes widened slightly.

“N… No” he said, and the three young men gawped at me.

“Would you like to?”