Hung Friend’s Pool Party in High School 02

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Chapter 2: Second Round

Alex stood there in the doorway, towel hanging over his shoulder, his big cock swinging between his legs and gaining blood flow by the second. His grin wide and amused, and surprisingly focused on me. The party hadn’t ended. It just shifted into something different. Brock looked at him and didn’t flinch. I stayed on the couch, not sure what to say.

“You two are...?” Alex said. His tone was mocking, but I could tell he was curious.

Brock smirked. “You jealous?”

“No," he said, "Now which one of you guys wants to lick the pussy juice off my cock?"

He threw his towel onto a chair and wiggled his hips, letting his cock flop against his thighs, making a smacking sound. He was king of the house. Brock leaned back against the couch, waiting to see where things went next.

“You done for the night?” Alex asked, his eyes locking on me.

I shrugged. “Didn’t plan anything else.”

“Good,” he said. He turned to Brock. “You wanna go find some baby oil in my parents' bathroom?”

Brock nodded and got up, his toned butt disappearing down the hall. Alex came up to me and let his dick tap against my face. I actually could smell pussy juice on it, I think. I only know from one experience where a girl let me finger her after a party. It had been the best night of my life, before now. I stuck out my tongue and licked the shaft. The sheer size of it was intimidating. It was like he was a completely different gender than me.

Brock came back with the bottle, a half smile on his face. He held it up to Alex and asked, “You know what to do with this?”

Alex took the bottle and twisted the cap, poured a little directly onto Brock's dick, which was getting hard again. "You should fuck him," Alex said, somewhat deviously.

Brock rubbed the oil into his shaft. The sound of squishy skin on skin right near my ears making me tingle. Alex watched, arms crossed now, eyes on me as I just kept licking his dick.

I looked up at him. "Are you gonna try and fuck me too?"

"After Brock warms you up," he said matter-of-factly.

Brock got behind me and steadied me by my hips, my cheeks spreading apart as I bent over, the cold air on my hole alerting me to the vulnerability. He put a hand on my shoulder, as Alex held my head and started pressing against my lips firmly. Everything slowed down.

When Brock abruptly popped into me, it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. It boded well for how things were going to go with these guys, as Alex pressed deeper into my throat and said, "good girl." 

I bobbed my head rapidly on Alex, trying to distract from the pressure in my ass as Brock pressed deeper. I chuckled internally as I heard them do a high five over my head once Brock finally got balls deep. They took turns rubbing my shoulders and my back, treating me like a golden boy as they used my body. Alex gave me a break off his cock as he sat under my face and let me lick his balls and taint. I was intrigued with the scent of him. He not only had a bigger cock, rather he had a more masculine natural body scent that I still aspired to. I guess he just "developed quicker" than the rest of us, and he had more manly essence. His dick was bigger than any I recalled from porn.

Brock barely started moving inside me, grunting a little as he held my ass in place and practiced penetrating me deeply. As my tongue went lower on Alex's taint, he lifted his legs, and suddenly I was licking his asshole.

“You know what I want,” he said quietly.

I nodded. He guided me forward until I understood what he meant. I let him lead the pace, kept my breathing steady, and adjusted whenever he moved. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t cruel either. It felt like a test that I was slowly learning how to pass.

Behind me, Brock’s grip tightened. The weight and motion from both directions blurred together and made me feel like a gooned out sex zombie. My body just adapted. My brain turned off. The only thing I focused on was keeping up, listening to their cues, and staying in sync.

Alex murmured, “You’re weirdly good at this.”

“Hmm,” I grumbled around the girthiness between my lips.

He chuckled. “Good girl doesn’t speak.”

The room was quiet except for our breathing and the sounds of our skin rubbing and slapping against each other. A long time passed while they just played with my body, running hands over my back and my ass and through my hair, gripping my body and humping into it at varying speeds. They had both cum tonight already, and they were just playing with me casually. It made me feel alive, like I wasn’t insecure about anything in the world. My legs were spread and my friend was literally fucking my ass. At times, when he hit the right angle, it was actually really nice. It wavered from tingly and pleasant to forceful and powerful and intense. Once my body adapted to Brock’s dick, I felt like I could take it forever. Every nerve in my body had been switched on at once. My dick leaked pre-cum out in long strings that stuck to my body and the couch and even them when they touched me. When I finally hit a point where I couldn’t keep the rhythm anymore, Brock steadied me by the waist and eased off, slogging his heavy meat out of my hole.

Alex stood and wiped his sweaty face with his hand. He looked down at my gaping hole, smiling. “The ultimate cuck,” he said, half-laughing. “I can see your insides. It’s so pink. We turned you into a girl now.”

There wasn’t any malice in it, just a kind of amused disbelief. I laughed too, because it was true. Somehow, the honesty of it made it funny. I just lay there with my legs spread, waiting for the obvious next step. 

Alex took Brock’s place and lined up with me. He went in quickly, and the sting and burn and pangs of pressure hit me instantly. My eyes showed worry as I looked up at him, my mouth falling open. He looked cool and confident as he held it there. It hit me that he had definitely done anal before with girls. He would know what he’s doing. My trust in him rose quickly, and I relaxed through the pain. He would know what to do. 

In a minute, he pressed in further, the whole head of his dick inside me, and my body started to accept him. I started to use my muscles to push in and out, which made it feel like waves of nerves were washing through my body. It started to feel good after another minute, and by the time he was halfway inside me, I was ready for a full pounding. 

Alex rolled me around in every position as he had his way with me, while Brock sat near my head, rubbing himself and occasionally tapping his dick on my head or on my face. He started with pushing my knees all the way up to my shoulders, leaning forward to pound me with his face an inch from mine. In the moment, I wanted him to kiss me, and I just looked him in the eye. His sweat beaded up on his face, and he half smiled as a drop fell onto my face. I leaned forward to lick his cheek and he let me, so I did it again. 

When he pulled out of me, he jumped over me to shove his dick in my mouth again. “Taste that,” he said, making me eat his dick that had just been in my ass. The mix of tastes was a head trip. I could taste myself, my musk, and his crotch all at once. It was a fitting next step in this bizarre experiment I had found myself in. I put my hands on his ass and groped him while he rubbed against my tongue. 

I flipped around, while staying underneath him, signalling that I wanted him back in my ass. He took the cue and lay down on top of me, our entire bodies making contact. He wrapped an arm around my neck and held tightly, making my face turn red while he re-inserted himself into me. 

He held me tight like a wrestling move while he went hard on my ass. He was going all the way in and out, while Brock jerked off in my face. They both seemed ready to cum again. I braced, holding Alex’s muscular arm as it held my neck tightly. I couldn’t even speak, but I trusted they would take care of me. 

Alex didn’t announce when he came, he just stuck it in deep and let it pulse as he kept thrusting slowly. Brock said, “Ahhh shit here it comes,” as he squirted onto my face, making me flinch and close my eyes, but I left my mouth open, feeling streaks of hot cum drip across my lips and onto my tongue.

Alex pulled out slowly and watched his cum ooze out of me, while Brock used his dick to wipe the cum around my face, pushing it into my mouth and rubbing it into my cheeks. I swallowed what hit my tongue, and let the rest run down my face. I turned on my side to relax and catch my breath. 

Alex stretched, rolling his shoulders. “You guys hungry? There’s still pizza.”

We walked to the kitchen. The house was mostly dark now except for the single lamp over the island. The air felt cooler on my skin. Alex grabbed a slice from the box and leaned on the counter. Brock poured water into three glasses. We ate in silence for a bit, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the crunch of crust.

When we finished eating, Brock took the baby oil from the counter and raised his eyebrows at Alex. Alex grinned, and I already knew what it meant. My heart sped up again, but I didn’t resist. They shared me one more time, Alex dropping my body with a thud onto the kitchen island as they took turns using my ass.

Afterwards, we cleaned up together, using paper towels and water from the sink. Nobody said much. Alex flicked some water at me, and I flicked it back. It felt stupid and light, the way it used to when we were just friends hanging out. The tension was gone.

Afterward, Alex said, “Let’s go to my parents’ master bath.”

We went upstairs. The master bathroom looked like a spa, white marble everywhere. Alex ran the tub, poured in some kind of bath salts his mom must’ve left there, and the steam started to fog up the mirrors. We climbed in, three guys sitting shoulder to shoulder, tired but comfortable. The jets roared on us, doing their magic. The water was hot enough to sting on my balls at first, then it was perfect.

Brock leaned back, closing his eyes. Alex glanced at me, running a finger up my side, feeling the hairs in my armpit, not saying anything.

The sound of the jets filled the silence, and it was peaceful.

We started chatting about regular stuff, telling jokes and making each other laugh. It felt like nothing had changed, except we were naked, and my ass was sore. It was a huge relief, after discovering a new pleasure that I hoped I would have again, that I hadn’t given up having my friends. 

After a while, Brock got out, flashing us his round, perky ass, and wrapped himself in a towel, stepping out of the bathroom. I stayed in the tub with Alex, the room warm and quiet except for the water.

He shifted closer, still wearing his cocky half-grin. “That was fun, babe,” he said. The way he said it made me laugh.

He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek before sinking back against the side of the tub. It was a weirdly genuine gesture that made my stomach form a knot of nerves and anticipation.

When we finally got out, the house was silent again. Alex went straight to bed, collapsing face-first into the covers, his muscular ass pointing to the ceiling while his hefty hog lay exposed between his thighs. I sat at the foot of the mattress, rubbing his feet. It felt like the right thing to do at the time. His breathing slowed until it turned into the steady rhythm of sleep.

I lay down next to him, turning away. His muscular arm wrapped around me and pulled me toward him into his chest. His meaty manhood pressed against my butt as we fell asleep.