"Think Alexa will fuck me?" Austin asks as he tunes his guitar slung across his knees. He listens intently to the notes from the strings as he watches me with a devilish smile. He likes making me squirm.

I shrug. The question doesn't require an answer. When Austin sets out to fuck someone he does it, and the person involved doesn't have much of a say in the matter. Still, I'm moved to at least a token protest. "What about Patrick?" I point out.

He makes a dismissive sound. "That pussy? I'm not worried about him."

"How are you gonna get rid of him then?" I retort. "They're Siamese twins."

A big grin spreads across his face. It's the grin that never fails to give me chills and a slight quiver of apprehension in the pit of my belly, because I know exactly how his evil little mind words.

"I'm not," he announces, smirking. "You are."

I groan. I fucking knew it. "Austin, no. No more schemes."

"Come on…" With his most winning smile, he slides closer to me. I shrink back into the corner of the couch to put some distance between us but he presses his thigh right up to mine. He leans into me, staring into my eyes. Austin's eyes, light gray with a startling ring of deep blue around the edge of the iris, are dangerous weapons I'm not equipped to resist and he knows it. As he burns me with his smile a wave of dark hair falls forward and I fight the urge to reach up and push it back from his eyes. Those pink cherub lips part in a self-satisfied smile as he watches me melt into a puddle before him. My resistance is utterly gone. I'll do whatever he wants. I always do. He knows exactly how much I want him and I hate him for it at the same time my love gnaws at my stomach like a disease.

I put up more protests, struggling somewhat weakly against his will. "Every time they come over here he's stuck to Alexa like a leech. He's probably not even into guys. What if he's totally straight? If he decides to take a punch at me —"

"Take it easy, Will." The smile tilts as he slips his hand over my knee and slowly rubs the inside of my thigh. I don't react. If I try to push him away he'll only laugh at me. Ignoring him is my only defense. I've become rather good at it the past few years. He already has my heart – and my balls – in a death grip. I won't give him the satisfaction of wearing it on my sleeve for him to taunt me with. But still, I have to bite back a whimper as he breathes his boyish breath on my cheek while his hand strokes my thigh just above the knee, sending jolts up my leg, straight to my cock and balls. I press my legs together, praying he won't see the bulge that my erection is forming in my crotch.

"I've seen how he looks at me," Austin says softly against my ear, making me shiver. I marvel at his ego even while my hard-on throbs just inches from his hand. How he looks at me. Always with the me. "He might be with Alexa, but the boy is curious. I can feel it. He wants a taste and you're gonna give it to him tonight."

I draw back and try to look him straight in the eye without flinching. I take his wrist in my hand and pull it off my thigh. "No, Austin," I give one last attempt to save myself. And Austin doesn't like it when I get independent. His grin gets wider and he breaks away from my grip and goes straight for my crotch. He laughs at me when he feels my erection and he rubs it lightly it, making it harder and more urgent.

"Well, well, what's this? Just talking about him does this to you?"

"Shut up." I turn red and I push at his hand but he just snickers.

"Aw c'mon, Will," he breathes in my ear. "You wanna be my wingman, don't you? It'll be fun and you know he wants to." Then he squeezes my dick to make no doubt who he was. Then he pulls back and leers at me, watching my face. Sometimes I just hate him so much. He knows how I feel. No matter how I try to hide it, he knows.

But it's my own fault. I went down on him a couple of times a few years ago, when I was learning my sexuality and I needed sex so bad I thought I'd explode. He never reciprocated, just sat back and enjoyed my offerings, but he figured out then he can get what he wants from me by teasing me sexually; you know tweaking my cock a few times, and I can't resist him. Cocky little bastard.

I give in just to make him stop torturing me. "Okay, dammit," I push him away and he draws back grinning his victory. My stomach churns with the unique feeling of nausea and euphoric lust only Austin can create in me.

Patrick plays bass and Alexa is a singer. They've been over a couple of times to play with us. We're trying to get a band together and since my dad has a nice big basement, we practice at my house. Dad doesn't mind. Between work and the chick he’s fucking, he's not here most of the time anyway. He doesn't mind if we drink as long as we don't drive; he might mind us smoking pot, but he doesn't know about that.

I get up from the couch and go over behind my drums to get away from Austin and nurse my damaged heart, and my swollen dick to get it to retract. He doesn't care how much he stomps on it, (my heart – not my dick). He calls me his friend, and I suppose I am: I do anything he wants. Go along with his schemes, drive him everywhere, listen to his stories about all the girls he fucks. And if he notices me getting jealous he laughs at me and rubs it in my face. Hell. I like to think I wouldn't, but I know I'd suck his cock again in a fuckin’ heartbeat, if I got the chance. If he asks, I'll do it. Maybe that's why I hang around him, waiting for that moment, if it ever comes…

Alexa and Patrick get there and we jam for awhile. I have to admit Alexa is a cute girl. She's just Austin's type. He likes them petite chicks with small tits. Dark hair cut across her forehead in bangs, then flowing down her shoulders. And Patrick is yummy. I do like redheads, especially freckled ones. He's quite tall with an almost thin body and shy green eyes and he usually looks at the ground except when Alexa is talking; she seems to talk for both of them because he doesn't say much.

Curiously I watch him. Now that I'm really paying attention, I notice that Patrick's eyes seem to follow Austin a bit more than I would've thought about before Austin said what he did. As much as I hate to admit it, Austin was right. Patrick's ripe for the picking. He’s on the prowl and it’s not for a chick. And come to think of it, he and Alexa seem to be more good friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. There is a level of comfort between them I don't see much between couples. The more I watch them the more I think, this might not be a challenge after all.

Austin gets up from the couch and dims the lights so only one bare bulb burns over the stair. On his way back he reaches up over the washer, behind a pipe, and grabs the tin Sucrets container where we keep our stash.

He sits down on the couch cross-legged and grins while he rolls a fat joint. "This is some crazy weed," he announces to Alexa and Patrick. "It'll really make you fly."

Alexa moves to edge of the couch to wait her turn eagerly while he lights up and inhales. He grins, holds it, and then moves up close to Alexa's face. She grins with understanding. She opens her mouth and leans forward, he locks his lips to hers, molding them to her mouth and blows, filling her lungs with smoke while she inhales deeply. Her head rolls back a little and she coughs, recovering, but then she takes the joint from Austin's fingers and she's grinning as she takes a deep hit off it with the finesse of a seasoned pot-head, while we all watch in admiration at her technique.

I just happen to be sitting next to her on the other end of the couch, and Patrick is on the floor at my end leaning his back against the chair. I wait for her to pass it on but all the sudden she leans into me, grabs the back of my head and presses her open mouth to mine. I'm surprised but I open my lips to hers and close my eyes, inhaling the acrid smoke. Instantly I feel lightheaded as the carbon dioxide fills my lungs along with the familiar burn of the smoke. Shit! I reel and cough as she pulls back grinning.

"That was fucking…" I'm too dizzy to find the word. Austin and Alexa laugh, but Patrick only grins and I'm not too high to notice he seems a little nervous. His eyes dart to Alexa and she grins at him and gives him a little nod.

Alexa points to Patrick when she hands me the joint. "Now you pass it on to him," she orders.

I grin and nod. They've discussed this. Or it's a spontaneous plan between the two of them happening before my eyes. The same plan Austin came up with. This is gonna be even easier than Austin thought…

The hit from the joint totally knocks me flat and for a second I tumble through space, thinking dimly, holy shit! I almost can't stop myself from laughing and blowing it when they start laughing at the look on my face. But I choke it back and lean over to Patrick, down on the floor. He tilts his head shyly and I slide my arm over his neck and close my eyes as I press my lips to his soft mouth. He opens shyly and I blow, filling his lungs as he breathes in. The sensation of feeding my breath to him makes me tingle all over and I can't stop myself from sliding the tip of my tongue over his as I pull away, head spinning.

Patrick looks startled, closes his eyes as he holds in the hit for the required moment, choking a bit just like I did with the effort of holding the smoke in his lungs… then lets it out and shakes his head comically while we all laugh. He glances up into my eyes and when I pass the joint to him I brush his wrist with my fingertips. When he looks away shyly, he's so cute I want to jump him.

Patrick's turn and he coughs and coughs when he inhales, and when he blows it into Austin's mouth he ends up mainly just coughing and not getting a good seal on Austin's lips, losing most of the hit. Alexa sits back with her eyes all sleepy, grinning at the two of them as they pull apart.

"Now that's hot," she announces.

"What is?" Austin is on her, high-beam charm.

"You know," she giggles. "Watching guys kiss. It's so hot."

"You think so?" He leers, the devil in his eyes. Turns to me and grins, his teeth all in a row like a shark's. My heart sinks but only a little this time as the heavy, fragrant smoke stuffs my brain with cotton. Smoking pot always makes me so horny. And hungry. And stupid. Stupid enough to do whatever Austin wants without even pretending to protest…

He takes the joint from Patrick and starts the circle of mouth-blowing again; this time he sticks his tongue in Alexa's mouth and she giggles. We're all stoned already. When the weed comes to me I take Patrick's head in my hand and close my fist in his silky red hair. Succulent, innocent and a little nervous, he shivers. I close in on him like a hawk hunting a trembling mouse. His eyes flash doubt as I brush his tongue with mine again. But he doesn't pull away and a second later he hesitantly responds. His quick, nimble tongue gently probes my mouth and then darts away. I blow the smoke into his lungs and he holds it as I capture his tongue with mine, demanding his response.

He pulls away coughing and sprawls back onto the floor. I grin down at him and move onto my knees next to his chest. He props his head against the chair as I hold the joint to his lips and watch him inhale, watch his eyes go back in his head. When he looks back up at me I dip down and wrap my lips around his, drawing his breath from his open mouth. Carbon dioxide and the THC mingle and I reel from the intense high. Oh, fuck… My brain struggles to process it as my lungs struggle to hold it. I glance through the fog over at Austin grinning his shark smile with his eyes gleaming at me like cold and shiny jewels.

Anger floods me. My best friend. I'll show him to fuck with me. I'll show him what I'll do if I get the chance.

Impatiently I hand off the joint back to Alexa, still on my knees next to Patrick. He's motionless, totally limp and unresisting, just looks at me with glassy eyes as my fingers pull the hem of his black t-shirt up over his belly, up to his nipples so it bunches under his arms. His stomach is smooth and lean and his skin is satin to my lips. I dip down, tracing the line of his sternum down his belly to his navel. He jumps at the contact with my tongue and the animal in me reacts to his innocence and his jolt of pleasure. I thrust my tongue into the dip of his belly button and wiggle it while he squirms on the floor and whimpers, his hand lightly brushing my back.

All this time Alexa is staring transfixed at what we're doing. I'm intensely aware of her and Austin out of the corner of my vision. Austin persistently kisses her neck, but she's all but ignoring him, open-mouthed at what I'm doing to her boyfriend. Or not her boyfriend. Whatever he is. Boyfriend or not he likes what I’m doing to him. Only a trace of his former hesitation remains as he opens his mouth to mine when I kiss him again, harsh and aggressive, fucking his mouth with my tongue in a hard and breathless rhythm.

"I never saw this side of Will," Alexa breathes, her voice trembling.

Austin responds in a low chuckle. "Oh, he loves cock. You should see him give head. He's great at it."

That just spurs me on. Patrick's cock kicks against my palm as I slide my hand over the crotch of his jeans and cup his balls, stroking his shaft with my fingertips. I pull Patrick's t-shirt over his head. Skin pale cream silk, arms and shoulders a glorious wealth of freckles. He lifts them as I draw off the shirt and toss it aside. Mmm. His cock is thick and eager in my hand. Appreciatively I lick my way down his smooth hairless chest to the fly of his jeans. His breath catches as I press my face to his crotch, licking the outline of the head of his cock through the rough fabric. My other hand slides up his chest, toying with his innocent peach nipples that are little hard pebbles to my fingertips.

"Alexa," Patrick whispers with something approaching panic catching in his voice, "I don't know if…"

"Shh," she soothes him. I can hear her breathing hard but she tries to sound reassuring. Austin is groping her tits from behind but she doesn't really appear to notice. "Will won't hurt you. You know you want this… it's time, baby."

"Oh yeah, it's time," I breathe wickedly. Even through the denim I can taste his salty excitement. With a little shiver and a sigh he gives in to Alexa's words and relaxes. I smile. I won't hurt him, not even a little. Not unless he likes it.

Slowly I slip the button of his jeans open and smoothly slide the zipper down. I lick the dark wet spot on his blue boxers and feel the tip of his cock give a little jolt. I breathe in the delicious smell of his sex. And at the same time I watch Austin out of the corner of my eyes. I want him to watch this. And he is watching — at first he was just focused on Alexa but now I can see his eyes keep going to Patrick and me. Patrick is just a limp and moaning puddle on the carpet, a casualty of my wicked fingers and tongue.

He whimpers when I abandon his cock to untie his boots and pull them off. On my knees I slide his jeans down his legs and over his feet. I push them to the side and run my hands up his calves. Smooth silky hair glints reddish-gold. Satiny skin prickles under my palms as I slide up his thighs and gently ease his boxers down his naked legs, catching his white socks on the way.

"Oh, my God," he whispers in wonder. Lifts his head to watch in amazement as I toss his underwear on top of the rest of his clothes and then I smile up at him. His face turns red but he smiles back, eager even if he's still a bit nervous. Against his belly his cock is hard and flushed dark red, dripping eagerly. Very nice — about seven inches and cut, thick and twitching. Sparse baby fine reddish curls and big heavy balls beckon me.

Stalking my prey, I nibble my way up his knee, using my palms to spread his thighs. His cock twitches as I lick around it, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin of his hips and the crease of his thigh.

"Oh fuck, he's really gonna do it," Alexa chokes.

"Oh yeah, I really am." I smile at the same time I wrap my hand around Patrick's eager shaft. He gasps and so does Alexa. Austin is staring, I notice with a grin, his eyes wide and his lips parted.

Good. I want him to watch.

I raise my head and look directly into Austin's eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip of Patrick's cock. Patrick moans and his head lightly thumps the floor. I lick Patrick's cock slowly, my tongue circling the ridge of the head and gently probing the slit. I spread the slickness of his salty pre-cum with my tongue. And all the while I watch Austin, my eyes on his. He swallows, watching. He reaches down and adjusts himself. I grin. Alexa is breathing harder, squirming.

Patrick's hand comes up and touches my hair gently and I start sucking slowly, taking the length deeper in my mouth. If I stroke I know he'll shoot. His cock is smooth and luscious and I caress it with my tongue, seeking out his pleasure.

"Oh, hell." Alexa pants. "That is so fucking hot. Austin – I wanna watch you so bad… Patrick, suck Austin for me… please…?"

Patrick doesn't get a chance to answer. Austin croaks and suddenly gets up. Alexa grins in anticipation as he quickly strips. I love that this is making him hot. I still have my clothes on and I keep slowly sucking Patrick's cock as Austin's hands ease off my shirt. His hands feel so good against my skin. I want him so much but I won't give him the satisfaction of turning away from Patrick to pleasure him.

"Patrick," I whisper. I reach up and slide my hand under the back of his neck. "Suck Austin's cock, baby. Nice and slow. He won't let you gag."

There's a moment of hesitation but Patrick is too far gone to resist. He's trembling with need and his long-repressed desire to do exactly what I suggest. As Austin lifts his neck and puts a pillow behind it Patrick reaches for Austin's stocky prick and holds it a moment in fascination before he parts his lips and licks the tip. I know the fascination of that cock, and for a second I feel an almost blinding surge of jealousy that I'm not the one licking it. But then I remember everything Austin has done to me and I force my heart into a tight little ball.

As Patrick's head moves forward and his mouth opens, engulfing Austin in its heat, once again Alexa and Austin moan in unison, their reactions connected. I draw back a bit and watch Patrick as he awkwardly bobs on Austin's thick shaft. Frustration and pleasure war on Austin's face. He likes this but he wants something more…substantial. He glances at me under his lashes as he bites his bottom lip, but he's not getting what he wants from me, not this time. This time he has to take what he can get.

Alexa slides down off the couch onto her knees and comes over to us with a wild look in her eyes. Her hands run all over our naked skins like cool feathers and she twines her fingers in Patrick's hair and starts moving his head back and forth, controlling his motion as he sucks Austin; but she takes it too deep too fast and he gags, tears rolling down his cheeks. It's only his first blowjob, after all. He pulls back red-faced and gasping and I shoot Alexa an impatient look. She's only in the way, messing up the flow of naked male flesh.

But now Austin is over the edge with need. He reeks of the animal desire to be fulfilled. I've waited a long time for this, and even though I imagined it totally different, I no longer care how it plays out. I'm too high, both from the pot and the adrenaline pumping through me, to care anymore.

Pulling away from Patrick, I brush past Alexa. I grab Austin and push him face first against the couch with his beautiful bare ass spread to my eyes. My hands are shaking like a nervous schoolboy as I stroke his smooth, rippling back. Patrick and Alexa watch electrified. Austin is motionless but any minute now he's going to stop me; I know that, but until then I want everything I can get. I want to fuck him. I want to drive myself up into him the way he is in me. I honestly don't know if I'll get that far but I need to at least taste him. Right now.

Taking his smooth butt cheeks one in each hand I spread them with my palms, exposing his tight, dark pink hole. I stare in awe as it tightens, beckoning me. Austin's shining virgin asshole, right in front of my face, waiting for me with its little shadow of soft dark hair coming up from his balls that hang down temptingly in front. With my thumbs I spread his hole and lean forward, memorizing the moment when my tongue tastes it and his full sweet scent explodes in my brain. He lets out a muffled wail and I nearly orgasm right then and there. Austin. I'm between his naked spread legs licking his ass. I really am. And he's not over me, snickering at my weakness and my unrequited love. He's under me whimpering and wiggling, opening his hole to my questing tongue.

"Oh, God," he breathes in a whimpering, pleading way that shoots through me in a cold fire. I shiver as I slowly tongue his asshole. The muscles clench and tighten. Is he begging me? Actually begging?

My heart thumps the wild rhythm of tribal drums and I can hardly keep myself from losing it; but this is probably my only chance to do this, ever, right here in front of Alexa and Patrick watching with their jaws hanging open, so I have to hold it together.

From the corner of my eyes I see Patrick stroking his cock while he stares, and seeing him masturbate just drives me harder – I push my tongue past the tight ring of Austin's ass in one thrust and he lets out a low scream muffled by the couch cushion. I twist and roll my tongue in his ass, feeling him yield and then grip me, pull me in, never let me go.

Fuck …

I pull back gasping, his taste still on my tongue. I want to make him pay for how he makes me feel. Out of control. Euphoric and terrified. Not sure who I am. If I can make him mine I can get myself free of him.

"Patrick," I suddenly order hoarsely. "Come here."

Patrick looks startled and a little panicky but he does what I tell him. He's as luscious and skittish as a baby bunny and I want to have him too. Fuck bunny. Why can't I have them both? I should. I can and I will. Tired of being the one who only gets crumbs. I want it all.

I reach up and gently grab a handful of Austin's hair, pulling his head back so Patrick can slide under his face while I nod at him encouragingly. My cock presses against the firm cheeks of his ass and my eyes roll back. Fuck. Why does he have to feel this good.

"Go on, Patrick," I say softly. "Austin wants to suck it. Don't you Austin?" With my other hand I reach around and run my finger through the sticky pool of pre-cum bubbling from the tip of his cock. He moans. Oh, yeah. He wants it. I don't know what – how – why he's been hiding all these years we've been friends, but he wants it. I smile with glee as I push his head down so Patrick's cock is right in his face. I don't give him time to linger or change his mind. I just shove him forward so he engulfs that juicy meat in his mouth and hearing his half-hearted protest – "Mmmph!" – stifled by cock makes me so hot I have to pull away from him so just the feel of his skin doesn't make me come.

If he really protests – if he really wants to stop, I will stop. But I know he's just surprised. It's a shock to his system and that makes me grin as I lightly control the motion of his head bobbing up and down on Patrick's cock, my fingers wrapped by the silky dark strands of his hair.

My own cock throbs and oozes on his back as I watch him – he looks so fantastically fucking beautiful with his eyes closed and his lips wrapped around Patrick's dick, the muscles of his mouth and throat working as he sucks for all he's worth – and Patrick's eyes roll back in his head while a long, guttural moan comes from his lips. The whole scene is mesmerizing, swimming before my eyes; my lust-blurred vision drifts slightly and I catch sight of Alexa, who's sprawled on the floor with her legs thrown open and her fingers furiously rubbing herself through her pants. I'm glad she's staying out of the way. Enjoy the show.

"Mmmm, you like that, don't you, Austin?" I whisper evilly, harsh and raspy. "Is he good, Patrick?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Patrick blurts, biting his lip while his fingers toy with his own nipple. He is delectable, pale and freckled, and I want to lick him all over until he melts and slithers like an eel in my arms. But first…

"Austin's a dirty little whore, isn't he?" I croon over Austin's back, staring slack-jawed at the image of Patrick's cock sliding into his eager mouth. I'm not moving his head anymore; this is all him. I can feel him trembling against my belly, my groin, my thighs. "What do you think I should do to a dirty little whore like Austin?"

"Mmmfm," Austin chokes… but his eyes are closed and I can see the bliss on his face even as he pretends to fight this.

"Do you think I should fuck his ass?" I hum while I start to move against Austin's back, rubbing the head of my prick through the sweat-soaked crack of his ass. My own juices make it nice and slick and I bite back a moan, shuddering in every nerve. Fuck I want him. I want to put my cock into Austin’s virgin ass and fuck the shit out of him, and make his cock spew his seed from me fucking his whorish pussy.

"Oh yeah," Patrick cries out. His left leg kicks up as he shifts positions to better bury himself in Austin's mouth; I let go of Austin's hair to catch Patrick's heel in my hand and draw his foot toward me over Austin's shoulder. His toes curl as I lick his ankle and pull him forward a bit, tilting his hips up, rendering him helpless to the onslaught of Austin's fierce cocksucking.

"Mmmm! Mm!" Austin lets out a sound of protest at my suggestion of fucking him and he shakes his head, Patrick's cock still buried in his mouth. I grin to see him giving me a wild look out of the corner of his eyes, fighting me, fighting the inevitable. I stroke his ribs tenderly while nibbling Patrick's Achilles tendon. Alexa is rubbing her clit with one hand and finger-fucking herself furiously with the other; I can hear her little hums. She is getting off on watching Austin take Patrick’s cock to the hilt now and sucking him like a real pro.

"Oh, don't you worry," I chuckle, reaching around to run the sensitive tip of my cock over Austin's slippery little hole. "I'll be gentle. I won't let it hurt… I promise." He shivers and pulls back, letting Patrick's cock slap back wetly against his belly.

I hesitate for just a split second, waiting for him to really say No and mean it. My body recoils waiting for it. But he doesn't say anything . He arches his back and drops his head, drawing a long shuddering, gasping breath. I go weak all over and break into a scalding sweat. He wants it. Nothing can stop me now.

I reach forward over Austin's back and grab Patrick's other ankle in my other hand. Gently I pull, drawing him forward so he's lying almost on his back in the chair, legs draped over Austin's back. I smile. Fuck bunnies, all pink and quivering, all for me to play with. I firmly push Austin's head back down towards Patrick's crotch and stare as he takes over again and buries his face in it like a hungry puppy into a dish of milk or food. That's exactly what he is, a little cum-slut puppy.

"You love that, don't you, Austin," I say under my breath as I reach back momentarily under the couch for the tube of KY I keep under there for my solitary jack-off pleasures. "Mmm, I always knew you were a little slut. You're a slut, aren't you, Austin?"

"Mmmm," he whimpers as I lick a trail down his spine and into the crack of his ass. His hole clenches and I dive fiercely into him; it’s welcome, licking and sucking, teasing it, delivering what I promise, then taking it away and teasing his pussy some more. Patrick moans, he's not going to last much longer, not with Austin licking his balls with increasing urgency in response to what I'm doing to his ass, holding himself steady against my onslaught with his hands braced on either side of Patrick's hips. I'm shaking all over myself but I've reached a point where I'm so turned on I can't even conceive of blowing my load, just completely focused Austin's luscious asshole quivering and clenching my tongue as I slide it in and out.

My tongue is a perfect tight fit in his ass. He twists against it, trying to get more of me inside him and I laugh in delight, sending a spasm through him.

"Oh yeah, what a little whore… You're my little whore, aren't you, Austin?" I pant and he wiggles back into me giving me all the answer I need. I'm not his bitch, never ever again. He's mine… Like putty in my hand, and my cock is going to make his tight little ass pussy all mine.

His untouched virgin ass is so very tight that it will take a little time to enter him. To do it right, it's not as easy as the porn stories make it seem. I don't want to hurt him. If I'm gonna get my dick inside him, I need to keep him on the edge, completely weak and writhing with desire, until I start to thrust into his relaxed anal muscle. Entering his ass and sinking in until my balls are pushing against his ass cheeks. He has to be relaxed and distracted so there's no pain when I fuck him. A nice little burning as I slide up his tender fuck passage, maybe, but not pain. My little slut puppy needs to enjoy this first time; his virgin trip of accepting a cock, my cock up his tight little hole.

I grab Patrick's knees and roughly push his legs off where his heels are digging into Austin's shoulders. A hot and willing mouth right here to assist me in fucking Austin's ass. I smile at him as I push him to the floor and whisper, "You'll get your turn too."

I get a flash of Patrick's glazed, burning eyes as he sinks between Austin's legs and slides his hands up the smooth and trembling expanse of Austin's thighs. His fingers caress and stroke, exploring and memorizing, trailing around to wrap around the base of Austin's cock as he envelopes it and slides it into his mouth. Austin cries out and his hips buck and jerk; at the same time Patrick is sucking his raging erection, I squirt a big dollop of KY jelly on my fingertips and smear it on his hole and push a finger in to lube the entrance as well as the pussy lips. The shock of cold makes him gasp and jump, but between my stroking fingers and Patrick's mouth working on his cock, Austin relaxes and moans with pleasure. His hands grip the couch cushions and his forehead sinks between them while he stares down vacantly at Patrick, his back heaving with his breath.

Sweat drenches me as I carefully slide my index finger into Austin's unbelievably tight hole. He moans – part delight and pleasure, and part fear – but I feel him accept my intrusion, his tight muscles flexing spasmodically and giving way… parting for me, welcoming me, and letting my finger into him without a fight. I shake all over, staring down at this incredibly beautiful sight, all the naked male flesh and my finger searching Austin's ass – with Alexa staring, masturbating openly now with her hands inside her panties, little cries coming from her lips as she frantically finger-fucks herself inside her sopping wet panties.

Slowly I add another finger. I carefully watch his reaction for any sign of pain or discomfort but he only groans and wiggles back against my fingers trying to push them into him deeper.

"Does that feel good?" I whisper harshly. "You like my fingers filling you up?"

"Uh huh," he whimpers and I love seeing him trembling and slutty, desperate and needing me, needing my cock buried up his ass chute. He’s wanting to get fucked now, and not with Alexa. He wants a man in his pussy.

"Oh yeah," I rasp. "You want me to fuck you? I'm gonna fuck you so so slow and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Austin…"

Austin lets out another yelp, but Patrick intensifies his sucking just as my fingertips press his prostate and then he's gone. I can feel the electric reaction shoot through his body. He's never known this kind of pleasure because nothing has ever been up his ass to touch this switch, not until now. I'm the first, and that makes me dizzy. Little desperate pleading moans come from his lips and I grin, as I’m stroking that little spot inside him and feeling the tight muscles of his ass ripple around my fingers as I use my other hand to lube my cock.

When I take my fingers out, he gasps and his hole clenches trying to keep me inside. He shudders from the empty feeling; and then I play with his rosebud, while I get ready to press my cock forward, and slide it up and down the crack of his ass, letting him feel what he’s about to receive in his virgin asshole. He sighs and leans back into me. So fucking beautiful. Only my stubbornness is keeping me from shooting my cum all over this little bitch right now. I have to do this. I cannot back down… I can't stumble now. I have to have his pussy right now.

"Oh, Austin," I breathe. He feels so fucking good… I wrap my fingers around my shaft and push it gently against his tiny puckering hole. The outer muscles resist. He is so fucking tight. But I push a little harder and as he gasps, his ass muscles yield to the pressure and the head of my cock slips inside Austin’s asshole for the first time ever.

Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. I bite my lips not to cry out. God, he is so fucking tight and when I look down – down at my cock penetrating him and taking his virginity from him – the rush of pleasure and triumph is almost too much for me. Take him, make him mine, fuck him hard hard hard, make him scream my name over and over…as he cums from my cock fucking his tight asshole.

Gasping for air, I stop. I have to stop; my logical mind reigns in the animal desire to possess him and fuck him till we both pass out. It's his first time. This is an intense moment. I don't want to hurt him, so I wait, ready to pull back; but after a minute the rhythm of Patrick's sucking overwhelms Austin's discomfort and he begins to move his hips – caught between Patrick's mouth and my cock filling his ass. He twists and lets out a harsh, keening sound of mingled confusion and pleasure. His excitement increases and his body trembles, growing hotter against me, as I push forward inch by inch into his virgin ass, stretching it wide, claiming it slowly and deeply as mine, mine, mine!

"You like that, don't you?" I grunt into his ear, pressing my chest down on his sweaty back with my hands bracing the couch cushion on either side on his. "You like my cock in your ass, you like feeling full of cock… Don't you, Austin?"

"Oh, yeah," he blurts wildly as his movements get shallower and more jerky down into Patrick's hot mouth and up again onto my throbbing cock, burying it deeper inside him. "Yeah… fuck me, Will… Oh God, fuck…me…Will… " His voice tapers off as I jam another two inches up his rectum.

He clenches his ass muscles tight around me like a fist and then I'm totally unglued. Instead of a tingling build, my orgasm is like a fucking nuclear blast that flashes through me in a split second and crackles and bursts through my entire body at once – violently I feel my nuts drawing up and ready to explode and then I cum inside his ass and I can barely even open my eyes in time to see the flood of cream gush from around my cock and leak from his tight hole. Jesus, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen… his virgin asshole stretched and dripping my cum as I continue to fuck his ass for another minute or so, and then I pull my cock out, still aching and twitching.

"Patrick," I demand and grab him by the arm. My voice is ragged, hardly even my own. Patrick's eyes are round and amazed but he lets me pull him up as I move aside and push him between Austin's spread thighs. I wrap my hand around Patrick's rock-hard cock as we both look down at the delicious sight of Austin spread before us, needy and waiting. So slutty, dripping cum, his skin flushed and his body shaking. "Fuck him," I rasp at Patrick. "Fuck Austin’s tight little pussy, Patrick. And cum inside of him."

Patrick meets my eyes for a startled second before he swallows and looks down at his cock – his face is damp with sweat and I lean over and lick the salty bead that trickles down his neck, using my hand to push his hips closer to Austin. "Fuck him, Patrick. He needs your dick in his ass, don't you, Austin?"

"Mm," Austin whimpers; and just seeing him spread out like that, begging and whimpering, makes me hard again. Patrick doesn't wait to be asked a second time. He throws himself forward over Austin and I reach over and cup his balls as he sinks his cock into Austin's dripping hole, so loose and spread there is no resistance this time. Patrick groans in his throat as he buries himself all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. I pant through my grin, wrapping my arm around Patrick's neck. I lick his ear while he trembles, moaning; my other hand guides his hips into a thrusting motion into Austin's waiting ass.

"That's it," I growl in my throat. "Fuck him hard. You love that, don't you, slut?" I run my hand over Austin's ass, slicking him with my cum that's dripped onto his thighs. "Tell us you love it, slut…"

"Yes," Austin cries out as Patrick fucks him fiercely. The wild thrusts make him quiver and low, guttural sounds come from his throat each time Patrick bottoms out in his ass; my hand guides Patrick's hips to a little extra shunt when he hits, driving him up further. Patrick's thrusts get wild and shallow, a sweat blooms over his pale lithe body, and all the sudden his muscles go stiff – he freezes, his head goes back and he wails and empties his loads of cum into Austin's ass. There's not much room left since he's already full and most of it oozes forth as Patrick slowly pulls his cock out of Austin’s fuck hole, Patrick’s reeling.

All I can do is stare at the sight of Austin, trembling and dripping. Part of me wants to lick him clean… but another part of me isn't satisifed with that. My cock is getting hard again, and Austin still hasn't gotten off yet. He's shaking, his head down between his arms that are spread-eagled on the chair; he hardly even knows what he needs to finish him off. He’s lost in delirium and lust.

I tear my eyes from him and grin at Patrick. He looks gorgeous, flushed and sweaty and panting, almost giddy. My cock stirs again, brushing his thigh. I caress his soaked hair and lean over to swiftly kiss his hot mouth, before I glance at Alexa, who's apparently reached her own climax and is merely sitting there in a disheveled heap, staring at us with her eyes glazed over and her finger is just gently sliding back and forth on her clit and then into her wet hole to keep her finger lubed and wet. I dismiss her and turn back to Austin.

Not so tough now, all naked and fucked over, on all fours dripping with mingled cum and whimpering for completion. All my twisted love and hate seems to fade into something like indifference. I glance back at Patrick, my shiny little fuck bunny, and smile. This is something new… something better, completely fresh with no bitterness, no history.

Reaching down I scoop mine and Patrick's mixed cum from Austin's ass and gather it in the cup of my fingertips. Then I grab his shoulders and pull him up, freeing his hands from the couch. And I bring my hand up to his slack, panting lips and slide my cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. He licks it clean without hesitation – whimpering with need as he does. Oh, how the mighty Austin has fallen. He’s now just a common little slut.

I pull my fingers from Austin's mouth and lean over toward Patrick, who's collapsed against the side of the couch – he grins at me and I smile back at him as our lips meet. He tastes as sweet and tangy as apple juice and kissing him gives me a little flutter in my stomach. I close my eyes. I lose myself in his kiss until on the edge of my brain a little whimper intrudes and I open my eyes to find Austin staring at us, his eyes wide and desperate as he strokes his cock. Alexa is still sitting and watching, reeling from what she just saw.

"Will, I need," Austin stutters, "aren't you…"

I'm a little surprised to see him and remember he's there. But, God, this is sweet, I realize with a grin. Please let me, I used to beg to suck his dick, just a little taste of him, and now he begs for a taste of me, for me to satisfy his darkest urges he never fully admitted until now. But now it's just too fucking late. Yeah, I should finish him off and let him cum, but the arrogant selfish Austin is no more. This little cum-slut is all mine now.

Austin stares in open-mouthed amazement as I stand on my wobbly legs and draw Patrick up by the hand. I think it's dawning on Austin I'm not getting him off, that I'm just going to leave him there in a quivering heap of our cum. Just the way he's left me so fucking many times; horny and abandoned after he took what he wanted. This time I'm just going to fuck him, cum in him, and walk away. I smile at Patrick and hand him his clothes as I draw him to the stairs.

"You can't just leave," Austin protests in a whiny voice, trying to get back some of his dignity and control over me. But I'm already gone, and I only turn my head to fire back over my shoulder while Patrick and I head upstairs to find some munchies, and then up to my room for our own private continuation of this fuck party.

"You wanted to know if Alexa would fuck you; well, now you can ask her yourself. You horny little slut."