This is the last story in the Stpecest March Madness Series. Check out the previous installments.

As I woke up on my birthday, excitement bubbled within me like a pot ready to boil over. Today wasn't just any ordinary day – it was the day I signed the lease for my first apartment. Plans were already in motion for a small get-together later in the evening. A few friends, some video games, and hopefully a stash of beer to celebrate this milestone in my life.

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I owed a lot to Jimmy, the owner of the auto shop where I worked. He took me under his wing when he first opened up shop a few years back. I was like a sponge, soaking up knowledge and skills, eager to prove myself. Jimmy was more than just a boss; he was my mentor, my guiding force. If life were a movie, he'd be my Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Today, amidst the hustle and bustle of work, Jimmy dropped a bombshell – he wanted me to run his shop in Atlanta. My heart raced with excitement at the thought of expanding the business empire together. But first, there was work to be done. I checked my watch, realizing it was almost time to head to the shop. I had a quick turnaround job for a client who needed some interior work done urgently.

Just as I was about to step out, my phone buzzed, and I saw the caller ID flashing with my cousins' names – Luke and Logan, the mischievous identical twins. The only way I could tell them apart was by a tiny birthmark on Luke's lower ass cheek – a detail I stumbled upon years ago during a memorable skinny-dipping adventure in their pond. They were on their way to my apartment, freshly escaped from campus life. Since I had to be out for a few hours, I asked them to head over to the shop to chill while I wrapped up the job.

The last time we were all together was at the annual family reunion. Like always we slipped out to the backwoods to escape the parentals and annoying cousins, Wee did a little experimenting, nothing too crazy... just the normal ‘how big is yours’, and ‘have you ever’; you know, that sort of thing. 

Two hours in, and I was sweating buckets thanks to the damn central air unit deciding to crap out on one of the hottest days Georgia had seen in a while. The only relief I had was from this cheap fan I picked up at Wally World, but it might as well have been blowing hot air. So, I did what any self-respecting redneck would do and ditched my shirt.

Just when I was about to lose my cool completely, the twins rang me up. They were just rolling into town and said they'd swing by my place. Since I was stuck at work, I told them to head to the shop instead. Six hands were definitely better than two, especially on a day like today.

I was elbow-deep in some weird request from a client who wanted cameras installed in his car when I heard a car pull up. Peeking out the door, I spotted Luke in his usual laid-back southern-boy cool look complete with hole-ridden worn jeans and a discolored A&F blue tee. Man, that guy had swagger for days. You couldn’t help but do a double take whenever he entered a room. His dirty blonde hair and striking ocean-blue eyes could get the ladies wet and the gents rock hard.

“Where’s Logan, bitch?” I asked, running up and giving him a big hug. He smelled of pure grain alcohol.

“Well hello to you too, Kaden. I dropped Luke off at the store down the street.”

After some banter, I couldn't help but admire his arms—the dude was ripped. And his comment about the camera install being "freaky" only added to the heat between us.

My eyes traced down to his lightly-haired forearms all the way down to his fingertips. I just wanted to take them into my mouth and have a little taste. 

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Kaden, 18, finds himself stuck at the auto shop, wrapping up a job. Unexpectedly, his twin step-cousins make a surprise visit from college to offer their helping hands and mark his milestone birthday a unforgettable steamy threesome.

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Logan had placed an order for dinner, a clear reflection of our culinary ineptitude. This wasn’t just any dinner. Logan was determined to impress Rick. His goal…more high-profile clients. 

The doorbell chimed. I glanced at the clock and noted we still had an hour before dinner. “Just a second!” I hollered, padding down the steps.

“Order for Mr. Logan,” the delivery guy, cute and familiar, announced with a smile.

“Right this way.” I gestured for him to enter. His plump ass caught my attention. After double-checking to ensure we got everything, I paid and tipped the hottie.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he said dryly.

I plucked a baby carrot from the veggie tray. “Should I?” I asked, furrowing my brow as I considered his question.

“My bad, you looked familiar,” he replied, approaching the door. 

As I walked him out, I couldn’t help but steal another glance at his assets. “Wait, do you go to State? Birthmark on your inner thigh that looks like a face?” I asked, propping myself against the door.

He nodded, a slight grin playing on his lips. “Now you remember,” he said with a smirk.

“I didn’t recognize you with the cap and…clothes. How could I forget you?” I replied with a friendly smile, remembering all ten curved inches.

He adjusted his cap, turning it to the left. “Never got that call.”

“Yeah, about that…” I began, struggling to find the right words.

“It’s cool. It is what it is. I just thought you were different.”

“What could have given you that impression?” I asked, curious. “Dude, we were both wasted, just having fun. No-strings.”

“Could’ve at least returned my calls. And for the record, it wasn’t a one-night thing. We hooked up the next night, too.” His voice conveyed a hint of frustration, making it clear that there was no easy way out without appearing like a jerk.

“Damn. I messed up. I’m an asshole.” I extended my fist for a fist bump, hoping to mend and get another shot at that ass.

“Enjoy your dinner, asshole.”

Damn, I should’ve called. The dude has an onion booty.

“Damn, this barbecue is off the charts. You’ve gotta spill the beans on your secrets—this meat melts in your mouth,” Rick raved, his tongue sneaking out to catch the last dribbles of BBQ sauce from his fingers.

“The secret’s a surprise, alright,” I said, grinning like a kid with a secret candy stash.

“Is that so?” Rick’s eyes twinkled, his gaze lingering on me.

“Logan, you keep up with the game?” Rick turned to Logan, shifting the focus for a moment.

“I catch it when I can. The lawn business keeps me busy, but my boy, Chace, he’s a big fan,” Logan replied, giving me a solid pat on the back.

Rick’s gaze slid back to me, then up to Logan, a silent conversation passing between them.

“I always wanted to play, never had the height,” I admitted, pausing to take a bite of mac and cheese.

Rick seemed to be sizing me up. “Height’s just one part of the equation. You look like a spry young man. How’s your ball handling?”

My brow quirked. “I could use some pointers, especially from a pro like you.”

He glanced back up at Logan. “Maybe a little 2-on-1 action,” Rick said with a half-grin, motioning up from his chair, his crotch at eye level, inviting me in.

“I better check on dessert,” Logan exited quickly to the kitchen.

“Is this an invitation?” I playfully reached to unzip Rick’s pants. 

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” he smiled. “Where’s The Head?” Rick asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I motioned up from the table. “Follow me.”

We reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the door to the bathroom. “It’s all yours,” I smiled, pressing my chest to Rick… our lips mere inches from his.

“Is that right?” he said, closing in. His presence exudes warmth like a furnace as he fills the door frame. 

Clearing my throat, I offered a nonchalant smile. “My room’s just down the hall,” I pointed, playfully biting my lower lip.

When he closed the door, I dashed down the hall to my room, rapidly stashing clothes in the closet, spritzing cologne to freshen up the room, and then threw open the window, allowing a nice breeze to flutter the curtains.

Excitement coursed through me as soon as I heard his knock. The rapid thud of my heart drummed in my ears as I motioned toward the door.

“Yes?” I said, feigning innocence.

He knocked again, the commanding thumps echoing. “Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

I cracked the door open and coyly poked my head out. “Oh, Mr. Wolf, it’s you.” His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his impressive physique. “No need to huff and puff,” I teased, flinging the door open. My hand reached his chest, fingers deftly removing his shirt. “You can cum inside.” I raised myself to meet his lips.

He held me tightly before tossing me onto the bed. He gathered his shirt and swiftly lifted it over his head, showcasing his impressive cum-gutters.

His briefs hugged his hips snugly, accentuating the contours of his Adonis belt with an irresistible allure. With a gentle yet purposeful touch, I rolled him onto his back.

“Whatcha waiting for?” Rick’s voice was laced with anticipation, his finger beckoning me to the bed.

I approached, drawn by his magnetic presence. His hand pulled me closer, and I yielded willingly to his firm touch. His fingertips danced over my chest, tracing the lines of every muscle with a reverence that sent shivers down my spine.

“Smooth, toned, delectable,” he murmured, his tongue teasingly tracing the path of my happy trail, leaving a trail of desire in its wake.

I reached down and slowly stroked his cock through his pants. He let out a quiet moan while I ran my lips over his dick print. My mouth moved to his zipper, unleashing his pre-cum drenched cock. His sweet nectar coated my tongue as I took him deep, savoring every inch of his hardness.

He arranged the pillows behind his head, reclining with a contented sigh, his hands resting lazily behind him as he surrendered, offering himself ultimately as I took him eagerly into my mouth.

I took my time, giving his dick some intense attention with slow, languid strokes, making sure to tighten my lips just right as I went up and down. With one hand on his low hangers and the other on his shaft, I picked up the pace a bit, enjoying the sight of him disappearing into my mouth until I hit that point where I couldn’t help but gag a bit.

“Damn, you’re good,” Rick chuckled, giving his saliva-coated member a playful slap against his flat stomach. “When was the last time you had some cock?” he asked, getting up and quietly moving behind me.

“Just you,” I shrugged, a hint of a grin on my lips.

“What about your stepdad?”

“What about him?” I looked over my shoulder to find a smile plastered on his face.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want him to tap that ass. I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

“I’m not stressing over him now,” I said nonchalantly, tugging him back towards the bed. “Flip over onto your stomach,” I instructed, then began massaging down his back, my hands working their way down to his perfectly sculpted rear end.

“That’s off-limits,” Rick cautioned, a playful warning in his tone.

Ignoring his warning, I parted his cheeks and teasingly flicked my tongue in and out of his virgin hole. He tensed but gradually relaxed, gently guiding my head closer to his welcoming cheeks.

“How does that feel?” I asked, smacking his bubble ass. The power-play of sex was a turn-on for me. I continued to feast on Rick’s tight ass. “That’s right, get into it,” I said as Rick pressed his ass onto my face.

Moving down to his taint, my finger flirted with his ass hole. First, pressing gently around the anal ring, then slipping my index finger into Rick’s surprise.

“Relax,” I repeated. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and licked intently over the slit, applying a good amount of suction.

Rick’s back arched into the air as I continued to suck and finger fuck him all at the same time,” how does that feel?” I asked, giving his bubble butt a playful smack.

The whole power-play thing was turning me on. I kept going to town on Rick’s tight ass. “Yeah, you’re getting into it,” I chuckled as Rick pushed his ass closer to my face.

Moving down to his taint, I teased around his asshole with my finger, then slipped it in gently, surprising Rick a bit.

“Chill out,” I said, trying to keep him relaxed. I took his cock in my mouth, licking and sucking while still fingering him. Rick’s back arched as I kept up the dual action, driving him wild.

A creak at the door caught my attention, and I glanced over to see it cracked open, with a pair of eyes peeking in.

“Logan?” I called out, pushing the door open to find him standing there, beer in hand, jacking his dick.

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The door suddenly slammed shut, forcing my attention upwards from the glossy pages.

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“Jason, that you?” I called out, my voice a mix of curiosity and annoyance. “Jason?” I tried again, but before I could react, the bathroom door swung open, revealing a flushed and agitated Jason.

“Ocupado!” I blurted out. “I’m kinda busy, bro.”

Jason’s breath was heavy, his frustration palpable. “Why didn’t you pick up the fucking phone?”

I sighed, lowering the magazine a fraction. “I was in the middle of something. Can’t it wait?” I muttered, half-irritated, half-amused. “Get out of here already.”

“There’s a problem,” Jason stated urgently, his eyes scanning the room as if seeking an escape route.

I let out an exasperated sigh, reluctantly tearing my gaze away from the magazine. “There’s always something, isn’t there?” I grumbled, my curiosity piqued despite my annoyance. “Fine, lay it on me.”

Jason shuffled, his agitation palpable. “I hooked up with a guy.”

“Yeah, and? So did I,” I said with a nonchalant wave of my hand. “It was wild. I’ve got the marks to prove it.”

Jason’s eyes widened with disbelief. “He knows who I am.”

That got my attention. I let the magazine slip from my fingers, my focus solely on Jason. “Wait, what? How do you know?”

“He told me, Mikky. He actually fucking said it,” Jason muttered, his pacing growing frantic.

“Okay, before we go any further, I need to finish up,” I said, my tone a mix of annoyance and humor, “cause I’m feeling a little self-conscious.”

Jason rolled his eyes impatiently. “Hurry the fuck up.” The door slammed behind him.

I finished my business on the porcelain throne and padded into the room.

Jason’s demeanor shifted from anxious to hesitant. “Now, what’s the problem?” I asked, flinging myself onto the bed.

Jason’s spine straightened as he took a deep breath. His words came out just above a whisper. “He said, ‘I know who you are.’” He ran his fingers through his dreadlocks before motioning toward the window. The tension in the room thickened.

Jason was being groomed for a political career, with aspirations to become the Governor of Texas like his father. His influential family was deeply connected, but they couldn’t afford any scandals. And if word got out that he was fucking, sucking, fingering, blowing random men, it could shatter his carefully crafted image.

I attempted to soothe him. “Dude was probably just bullshitting you.”

“I think you’re wrong about this. I really do.” Jason’s nerves were on full display.

I got up and moved closer to him. “Listen, you met this guy in a club, right? He was probably buzzed or a straight guy trying to fuck with your head after y’all fucked.”

“We didn’t fuck,” Jason interjected, his words a mix of vulnerability and frustration. “I gave him a blowjob.”

“There’s no proof you did. It’s his word against yours. Besides, he’s a straight guy, right? Why would he out you? He’d be outing himself.” I offered a supportive smile, trying to ease his worries.

Yeah, you’re right. I’m just overreacting.”

“Jason, I love you, but you can be a bit of a drama queen sometimes,” I chuckled, leading him to the bed. “Go to sleep. We’re heading to Spin tonight.”

As he sat down, his head in his hands, I settled next to him. “Is your brother hooking us up with VIP?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

“Of course,” I replied, my eyes growing heavy. “Now, close your eyes and let’s get some rest.”

The thought of my stepbrother, Drake, floated into my mind. It had been three long years since we’d seen each other. We tried to keep in touch, but his fast-paced life kept us apart.

I shared a lot with Jason, but my unresolved feelings for Drake were something I kept to myself. He was the reason I came to New Orleans — the one that got away, the prey I couldn’t let slip through my fingers… again.

Groggily, I fumbled to snooze the alarm on my phone’s nightstand. The symphony of snores from the other side of the room, though, was enough to keep me from slipping back into sleep.

5 PM blinked on the nightstand clock in a taunting blue. We had slept through the daylight festivities of Nawleans, but that wasn’t our concern.

We were in this city for the nightlife — when the night came alive. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I swung my feet to the floor and shuffled toward the bathroom, feeling the weariness in my muscles as I embarked on the “Triple S” ritual: Shower, Shit, and Shave.

“Finally decided to join the world of the living?” I quipped, as I emerged from the bathroom. Jason sat on the bed, holding a note. “The bathroom’s all yours, bubba.” I plopped down beside him, stretching lazily.

“Got something here,” Jason mused.

“Make an appointment at the campus clinic. Is it herpes?” I quipped.

“No, it’s — “ Jason began.

“The clap, then?” I continued teasingly.

“No, you fucker. It’s a note.”

“Ah, the new STD, huh?” I teased, an amused grin spreading across my face.

Rolling his eyes, he passed the note to me. “Just read it.”

“Why did you run off? Call me or text,” the note read.

“Think I should call?” Jason’s fingers twisted his dreadlocks as he hesitated.

“Dude, why not? Find out what’s the deal. And if he’s playing games, we’ve got Drake to set him straight,” I suggested, my voice a mix of nonchalance and encouragement.

Jason’s pacing transformed into an hour-long dramatic performance. It was starting to wear thin on my patience. I decided to hit the gym for a quick workout before our night out.

Shedding my workout gear as I reentered the room. “So, what’s up? You call him?” I inquired,

“Nah,” Jason confessed, his expression a blend of uncertainty and apprehension.

“You know, you’ve got a PhD in pussyfooting,” I said, shaking my head in mock disapproval. “Give me the damn number.” I took his phone and dialed, my fingers dancing across the screen.

“Hello?” a voice on the other end answered.

“Hey, is this Cowboy?”

“Who?”

“The one who left a note under a hotel door?”

“Yeah, but — “

“Listen up, Cowboy. I’m the friend. You know, the dude with the dreads who swallowed your cock last night,” I stated with a sly grin, my gaze locked on Jason.

The cowboy hesitated, clearing his throat. “Look, can I talk to him? It’s kind of personal.”

“I’m speaking for him. So, right now, I’m Ja — him,” I confidently relayed, my tone light but assertive.

“We want to know… are you playing some kind of game here? ’Cause ain’t nobody got time for that.”

“No, nothing like that. I recognized him from his videos, that’s all.”

Videos? What videos?” I shot Jason a puzzled look as he reached for the phone. I playfully dodged him and continued the convo. I tapped the speakerphone button so Jason could hear.

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Within the hidden secrets of this enchanting country town, he stumbles upon Enon Green—a long-lost flame. The dormant embers of a passionate connection awaken, threatening to consume them both.

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Jason

I relished in the thrill of the chase, especially when it came to married or attached men. They were the ones with a burning desire for something different, something forbidden. 

They kept their secret fantasies hidden, but with me, they could finally explore them. I was the one who could fulfill their wildest dreams, and they couldn’t resist the temptation to taste and experience it all.

As I adjusted my locks to keep them from getting wet, a voice interrupted, “Hey, watch the hair!”

“Sorry, sometimes it has a mind of its own,” I replied, glancing back at him through the mirror.

As I made my way out, a cowboy caught my eye. He had the perfect fit in his jeans, a tight tee emphasizing his physique, and an ass that practically begged for attention. Our eyes locked for a moment as he headed towards VIP.

I had found my target.

“Jason, over here,” Mikky called out. 

I surveyed the room, spotting him. 

“What took you so long? I thought you might have already found your first for the night,” he said.

“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” I pointed out the cowboy. “Him. That’s the one I want.”

“Mmm, he’s a real country-fed bubba. That shirt fits him nicely. Damn, look at that ass,” Mikky said, biting his bottom lip.

“Right?” I agreed.

“Do you think he’s here with a girl?” Mikky asked.

I took a sip of my drink. “Could be, could be not. Most likely here with a friend. It’s spring break, after all. These guys are here for the same thing we are… someone ready for a good time,” I replied, poking Mikky in the side.

The cowboy glanced over his shoulder, and our eyes met. “He knows we’re talking about him,” I said, winking at him.

“Go bag’em and count’em. You’re losing this round. I’m going to check out the scene on the dance floor and maybe make a move on that hot bartender. He’s been giving me the ‘I want to dick you down eyes’,” Mikky said, walking over to the crowded dance floor.

I finished my drink and danced my way closer to the cowboy. Stopping a few feet away from VIP. I noticed two large bouncers guarding the entrance. 

Two drunk, busty blondes walked past wearing VIP bracelets. “Hey, girls!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around their waists and laughing. I quickly became their new best friend. “I absolutely love your shoes!” I complimented, showering them with praise.

“Yes!” one of them shouted.

“Those shoes…fierce,” I added, as we made our way up the steps.

I slipped away from the girls and bumped into a towering figure.

“That was quite slick,” he remarked, folding his massive arms. It was the cowboy. As he stood there, exuding confidence, I couldn’t help but take a long whiff, inhaling his intoxicating manly scent. 

It was a mesmerizing blend of sandalwood, leather, and a hint of something wild and untamed. The scent alone sent shivers down my spine, awakening a primal desire within me.

I met his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “You know,” I said, my voice dripping with sultriness, “there’s something undeniably alluring about a man who smells like danger.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, like distant thunder on a stormy night. “Danger can be quite enticing,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of seduction. “But it takes a certain kind of person to handle it.”

I leaned in closer, my eyes locked with his, the air between us charged with an undeniable electric tension. “Well, lucky for you, I happen to be that kind of person,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if sharing a delicious secret.

A playful gleam danced in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. “I’m curious to find out just how much you can handle.”

My heart raced, pounding in sync with the pulsating music around us. Our chemistry was palpable, and I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull that pulled me closer to him. The room seemed to fade into the background as we continued our flirtatious dance of words and desire.

The cowboy’s scent enveloped me in a heady haze of temptation. It spoke of untamed masculinity, a hint of the rugged outdoors mixed with the allure of the forbidden. It demanded exploration, daring me to dive deeper into the depths of pleasure.

It was a game of seduction, a dance of desire, and I was ready to surrender to the intoxicating aroma.

With a knowing smile, he extended his hand, offering me an invitation I couldn’t resist. “Care to join me?” he asked his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

I took his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin against my fingertips, and let him lead me up to his room. 

He turned and walked down the steps, and I followed, navigating through the bodies on the dance floor.

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The booming bass reverberated through the air, its pulsating rhythm reaching out for blocks. I indulged in a few pre-drinks to ease into the party atmosphere before leaving home to lubricate myself. 

It was my first semester at State, a fresh start after escaping the clutches of the dreadful Shay Community College. Even before officially enrolling, I had already immersed myself in the vibrant fraternity party scene on campus. The allure of inebriated frat boys was hard to resist.

Tonight was the infamous Pimps and Hoes party, where the guys dressed as pimps and the women dressed as beautiful whores. To embody the inner desires that consumed me, I dressed as a male whore. My true self on the outside, unapologetic and confident. Deep down, it was a reflection of the insatiable hunger within me, a craving for as much dick as possible.

Kappa Omicron Kappa, affectionately known as KOK.. so many secrets lurked within the mansion walls. Secrets that I was all too familiar with, having pleasured many KOKs in their clandestine chambers.

“Hey, Chance! What’s up, dude?” A slightly inebriated frat boy greeted me as he was carried away on the shoulders of a striking redhead. 

My black leather pants hugged my figure tightly, threatening to restrict my circulation, but I reveled in the way they accentuated my assets. As for a shirt, well, who needed one? Tonight, I embraced the freedom of baring my chest, displaying my unabashed confidence.

Navigating the throng of bodies on the dance floor, I struggled my way toward the bar and made contact with the bartender, Mr. Eight-pack Abs. 

“Quite a turnout tonight.” I leaned against the bar, attempting to catch his attention.

“Yep,” he replied nonchalantly, not bothering to meet my gaze. “What can I get you?”

“KOK juice,” I purred, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“That’s reserved for bros,” he responded matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I wasn’t referring to that juice,” I said, motioning my eyes down to his junk.

A smirk curved across his lips as he looked me over. “Chance, I’ve told you before. You’re barking up the wrong tree,” he said, shooting over a smile. 

I’ve tried to bag Jason since I transferred in. I was determined to crack his tough exterior, both figuratively and literally.

By Buddha, I wasn’t going to leave the party dickless.

Hot sweaty bodies bumped and grind against each other on the beer-can cluttered dance floor. I was zero for three and totally off my game tonight. It was almost two in the morning, and the party had just gotten interesting. A tall, honey-complexion drink of water strolled in, flanked by two hoochies. 

I took a seat and watched as the tall honey-dip took center stage, stripping down to his T-shirt and flexing for the crowd. His build was impressive, but I was more concerned with what he was packing downstairs.

It was coming back to me, my drunken mind working overtime to paint the picture. I ran into him during a brief work-study job at the Tutoring Lab. Our interaction was brief, just a quick hello and some flirting. I had no idea he was a KOK.

“Excuse me,” a deep velvet voice said. I turned and saw him; his eyes were low and sexy.

“Hey,” I said as my smile widened. 

“You look a little bored,” he said, moving closer, closing the small gap that existed before.

“I’m just taking in the scene.”

He moved closer, holding his beer tightly. “I heard about you,” he said, licking his lips.

“Oh? Good things I hope.” I pulled a one-sided grin. 

“I heard you give bomb-ass head,” he said, moistened his lips with his tongue, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.

“Well, I’ve heard I have amazing DSLs.”

“Hmm, Dick Sucking Lips. Yes, you do,” he said, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

He motioned his head for me to follow him. 

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The relentless thumping against the wall reverberated through my ears, punctuated by the unabated moans of pleasure.

It had been over an hour since Jonas had started his passionate escapade, and the clock now …

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Before heading up to the cabin for the weekend with my Uncle Jesse and his boys, I wanted to rub a quick one out. Hips flexing in, my stomach tightened. My hand clenched firmly around my pre-cum drenched cock. With my laptop sitting on my chest, I flipped through the latest Twitter porn, almost ready to pop.

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Game two of the semi-finals was in the books, and we lost by two points, thanks to me. I couldn’t look any of my teammates in the eye. I stood in the center of the court, holding my waist and …

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I stood at the stove, preparing breakfast. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I checked my neck. The redness had subsided a bit, but it still ached.

Milo, my stepbrother, rushed downstairs, and I swept my dark locks, covering the bruise. “Smells good, Capa.” He pulled up to the table, wearing his wrestling jersey and the chain I brought him for his 18th birthday.

I noticed his battered knuckles as I served his favorite scrambled eggs. “Bacon?” I offered. He reached out and grabbed a handful. As we ate, I tried to get him to tell me about his bruised fist, but he kept his eyes fixed on his plate, avoiding my gaze.

It was senior skip day, and while Milo had planned to hang out with his boys at the lake, I opted to stay home and relax. I didn’t want to risk running into Eric.

“What time do you want to leave?” I asked.

“Got plans,” Milo replied.

“What plans? All you’re going to do is sit around and play on that damn computer all day.”

Ignoring his comment, I cleared my plate and put it in the garbage disposal. “Like I said, I have plans. Deal with it.”

Milo looked up from his plate and announced, “I took care of Eric.” He reached out and swiped my hair away from my neck. Pushing away his hand, I retreated to the living room. “Don’t walk away, Capa!” Milo hollered.

“fight back! You can’t let people push you around.” Milo demanded, his voice softening. “You’re not a punching bag.”

I broke for the stairs. “I don’t need you going around beating up on folks. Graduation is next week, and I can’t wait to get the fuck out of this country-ass backward town.” I slammed my door and leaned against it, hoping to hear Milo’s footsteps.

Milo had been in my life for 10 years when his mom hooked up with my dad. They never got married. Titles weren’t their thing. The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was hot — tall, dark, and handsome like the romance novels say. No, Milo was more than handsome… he was hot. We aren’t blood, so it’s fine, right?

I’d be leaving for college soon, so I needed to make my move — well, more significant moves. I’d made advances, but he seemed to be oblivious to them. Milo was too busy shagging all the senior girls at school. I was surprised he hadn’t come down with STDs. Did he ever raw-dog them? Would he if we did it? Pacing the floor, a smile lit up my face as I thought of an idea. I knew when to take my shot.

Graduation was done, and I wanted to bail, so I enrolled in some summer classes at State U.

I cringed at the thought of what Jill had texted me. I didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, I knew it was probably true. Milo was a player.

I finished packing, but I felt a bit meh that the folks wouldn’t be able to see me off to school. At the same time, it gave me more time to focus on the Milo situation.

Jill was the only person I confided in about my thirst for Milo. She said she was 99.9% he’d be down to dick me down… because he fucks everything. I’m unsure if that’s a good or bad thing. Milo was indeed a bit of a slut, but who isn’t? Well, I’m not… I’ve never done anything. Not a blowjob, handjob… nothing.

I switched off my phone and continued packing. Tomorrow, I’d be at State. My dad gave me a credit card for emergencies only, he said. Milo offered to drive me up to State. Three hours was more than enough for things to pop off.

Milo worked under the hood as white smoke rose from the engine. “What do you think the problem is?” I asked, stepping back from the car.

“Not good, bro,” he replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Generally, when there’s smoke coming from a car, it’s not a good fucking sign.” He leaned forward, checking the various wires. Sweat glistened as he worked shirtless in the Alabama heat. It had to be 102, but it felt like 110.

“It’s hot, okay?” Frustration crept into my voice. “I told you we should have taken Dad’s Beamer.”

“Don’t start freaking out. I’ll get you there in time for orientation.”

For some reason, Milo decided to take a back road because it would save us 30 minutes. Not a single car passed as we sat idle for over an hour. It was getting late; the sun was setting. Who knows what would come out once the sun went down?

“I got a text. The truck is ten minutes away,” Milo said, closing the hood.

The tow truck arrived and towed us to town. The car wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow afternoon, so we checked into a nearby motel. They only had single beds available, but I didn’t mind sharing.

Milo laughed as we entered the room. “I guess you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Haha. Funny.” I said.

I put my bags down and won first dibs on the bathroom. Milo, being the impatient asshole, burst through the bathroom door. He stripped down to his birthday suit and jumped in the shower. “You’re taking too long.”

My eyes drifted to his crotch as he stepped into the shower. “Hurry up and get ready,” he shouted over the running water. “There’s a bar next door, they don’t card.” I finished my business, left, and closed the door. “Also, you don’t have to steal glances. It’s cool, we’re bros,” he yelled through the door.

A smile pulled across my face.

Noted.

My cock throbbed underneath my jeans. My tongue moistened my lips as the vision replayed in my head as I lay on the bed. I needed a release.

Rummaging through my bag, I pulled out the lotion and assumed the position. I could picture him moving his hands over his soap-filled body as he scrubbed every inch of his flesh.

I pictured my tongue coursing down Milo’s neck, then across his broad shoulders, then down to his bubble of an ass. I’d take my time and slide my tongue down the crack of his ass as the water cascaded down the center of his crease.

I twisted my nipples while I pumped my cock. The thought of tasting Milo sent cool shivers coursing through my veins. I could no longer hear the shower running. I could hurry and rub one out, savor it for another time, or wait for the real thing with Milo.

Milo padded into the room. “What are you doing? His meat hung low. I diverted my eyes and placed a pillow over my crotch.

“It’s all yours, bro.”

Puzzled. “Huh?”

“The shower,” he smiled as he toweled off.

Lifting from the bed, “Ah… right.”

I’d finish in the shower.

The dive bar was a claustrophobic, smoky hole in the wall, and after two hours, I was ready to escape. I watched as Milo danced with some big titty woman that was twice his age.

The waitress, dressed like a cowgirl, interrupted my thoughts. “Another Shirley Temple, hun?”

“The check, please,” I replied, my eyes still fixed on Milo.

“Leaving so soon,” she said in a thick southern drawl.

The waitress followed my gaze to Milo and his new friend. “Your girl?”

I shook my head, curling a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Can I get a rum and coke instead? And no, not my boyfriend.”

Milo and his new friend staggered over to me at the bar. His voice boomed over the music and shouted into my ear. “Bro, did you see that shit?”

I forced a smile. “Yep, it almost looked like y’all were fucking.”

Milo laughed and pulled me in for a hug. “Yeah, we’re about to.”

Flaunting a mouthful of gold teeth. Milo’s friend introduced herself. “He’s a dancing machine,” Cindy said, wrapping her arms around Milo and kissing him.

I rolled my eyes and scanned the room for the waitress.

“I need a favor,” he slurred. “Chill here for a few while me and Crissy — “

“Cindy.” I corrected.

“Dude, whatever.”

“Milo, do you think — “

“Sssh.” He pressed his finger to my lips. I balked. Not wanting to know where that finger had been. Probably inside Cindy.

“Fine.” I sighed.

They staggered to the door, lips locked, with Milo’s hand down her pants.

The waitress returned with my drink. Cindy was fucking everything up. I had hoped that Milo and I would get slapped out drunk, and he’d finally pop my cherry.

I downed my drink and asked for another.

That bitch had to go.

Shivering from the cold concrete beneath me, I huddled outside the door with a tight grip on my bottle of rum.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, right there, baby, don’t stop,” Cindy’s voice escaped through the door.

God, they were an hour in. I guess Milo wasn’t a two-pump chomp.

I put my ear to the door. Milo was silent. He must have taken his cues from porn stars. The guys never made noise. Is that a rule? Seems odd.

Cindy’s screams continued, “Oh yes. Harder, harder!”

What’s he doing to her?!

I turned up the bottle one last time and tossed it into the trash, but I missed it. It spattered near a Jeep in the parking lot.

A bear of a man in torn briefs stepped out of his room, pointing to a black jeep. The pieces of glass had landed near his tires.

He walked towards me in a huff. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Perplexed, “Who the fuck are you? I’m minding my business.”

I noticed his many tats and his pecker slipping through his worn briefs. I struggled to get up. As soon as I made it to my feet, his fist connected with my face, knocking me back down to the ground.

A woman’s voice shouted, “Johnny! He’s a kid! Stop it!!”

“I’m gonna teach him a lesson,” Johnny growled.

I popped back to my feet, fist raised. “No, I’m 18. I’m a man!“ I yelled back.

Johnny landed a few more punches, knocking the wind out of me.

“Fuck!” I yelled in pain. Slumped over, I tried to catch my breath. “Ok, I’m a kid, dude, that’s enough,” I begged.

Milo burst through the door, eyed the dude, then jumped on his back and took him down, landing blow after blow.

“Leave my brother alone,” he continued his assault.

“Stop it!” the man’s girlfriend cried out.

“Fuck him up!” Cindy roared from the doorway.

The man slammed Milo into the wall. A small crowd gathered to watch the spectacle. I gathered my strength. Landing two heavy slaps across the dude’s face and two swift kicks to his nuts.

“Two points!” I shouted. Johnny slumped over in pain. “You kicked me in the nuts?” he said, confused.

“Johnny, get your ass back in the room.” His girl snapped and tugged him up. Back in his room they went, whimpering in pain.

My attention turned to Milo. I knelt to check. Nothing looked broken. “What the hell were you doing out here?” Milo asked.

“Listening to you fuck ol’ girl,” I said, helping into the room. The room looked like a tornado had hit. I grabbed a hot towel to clean Milo up.

Cindy gathered her things. “I’m going to peace out, fellas,” Cindy said. “Thanks for an interesting night, but I got warrants.” She scribbled her number for Milo and peaced out.

I dimmed the lights in the room. “Sit tight,” I said, walking into the bathroom to get fresh towels. Milo had stripped down to his boxers. It was a sight to see.

“You’re so caring.” Milo piled the pillows behind him as he set up.

I brushed the towel across his cheek. “I’d like to think so.” I grabbed my first aid kit from my bag and searched for alcohol and bandages.

“That was a nice kick to the balls.” Milo punched my shoulder playfully. “You did. I’m proud of you,” he said, his steely grey eyes fixed on me. I’m not sure what it was, but this look felt different. Milo took my hand and caressed it. “You okay?” he asked in a soft voice.

“I’m good. Thank you,” I smiled. “I’m sure I’m going to feel like crap later.” We both laughed.

Milo motioned up from the bed. “A hot shower would help,” he motioned up and padded to the bathroom.

“I’ll join you,” I said jokingly.

Milo shouted from the bathroom, “There’s room for two!”

A nervous laugh escaped my lips. I paced the floor, wondering if I should take him up on the invite. Or was it a joke? “Oh shit!,” Milo exclaimed from the shower. “This feels amazing.”

He was joking. I sat on the bed, head in palm… overthinking. I stood up and ripped my shirt and jeans off. Only my tighty-whities remained with my stomach in knots. Palms sweaty.

The water shut off. Milo stepped out wrapped in a towel. Water dripped from his toned body. His body was perfection. Tight abs, a toned wrestler’s body. He strolled over to me as I stood frozen in my undies. He gave me a once-over. I was hard. He smiled. “I told you there was room for two.”

I looked up to meet his gaze. I was 6’2”. Milo had to be around 6’4”. “I guess it’s my turn.” The words escaped my lips.

I could hear my heart pound away in my ears. He leaned in. His lips met mine, igniting a spark that sent waves of electricity coursing through my body. As he pulled away, I took a deep breath. All that escaped my lips was a breathless “Wow!”

Milo reached for a rolled joint and a lighter on the TV stand. He flicked open his lighter and inhaled as the bottom end turned red.

With a deep inhale, he exhaled a plume of smoke into my face. I coughed uncontrollably. He laughed and passed the joint. I took a long drag and exhaled.

“This is what you’ve wanted, right?” He asked, his eyes fixed on me. He led me to bed. Milo crawled from the foot to the head, kissing his way up my body. A whimper escaped my lips with each kiss.

I couldn’t find the words to explain. Instead, I pulled him closer to me, feeling his strength and warmth envelop me. “This is nice,” I whispered.

“Milo,” I said in a hushed tone. “It’s my first time.” I looked for assurance.

He layered kisses along my neck, up my chin, to my lips, to the tip of my nose. “Mine too. Well, with a guy.” His lips pressed against mine, this time slipping his tongue into my mouth. My hands palmed his head.

My heart swelled with a mixture of fear and excitement as I gazed into Milo’s eyes, feeling vulnerable. I squirmed in delight as his hands pinned me down to hold me in place. His tongue entered my ear, lapping in the canal. His teeth gnarled on my earlobe.

My toes curled, and my body trembled with each touch. It was more than I’d hoped for. This wasn’t just sex… it was much more. Milo flipped me over onto my stomach, pulled down my underwear, then massaged my ass with his firm hands.

“Put your head down on the pillow and keep your ass up,” he said in a stern, commanding voice. His fingers slid up and down the crease of my bottom.

I felt his tongue wiggle inside me. I collapsed onto the bed. He pulled my ass back into the air. Milo explored my walls deep with his long, acrobatic tongue.

Moans escaped my lips as I fisted the bed sheets. Another loud grunt erupted from my throat. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching back and forcing him deeper inside me.

“Mmm,” Milo said, coming up for air. He flipped me over, and I placed my legs on top of his broad shoulders. “You ready for this?”

I nodded and held on to his waist. He reached for the lube and placed a generous amount on his dick and my hole. Milo silo eased inside me. I pressed my hand against his stomach to keep him from going too deep.

“Slow,” I begged.

“Relax, don’t tense. I’ll ease my way in.”

“I am.”

“You’re not. Let me in.”

He caressed my nipples and then twisted them as he worked his hips into me. Milo eyed me and adjusted to my facial expressions. After some minutes and tons more lube, my body finally relaxed my body. I wanted all of him.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes!”

“Then push back,” he urged.

I matched his rhythm and forced myself onto his throbbing cock. My head flung back as he drilled harder and deeper into me. My hands grabbed hold of his hips as they flung harder and faster, hitting against my flesh.

The slapping of his balls against my taint echoed throughout the room. It was the sound of hot, sweaty bodies coming together for a mighty purpose.

“How does that feel?” Milo asked. My arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

He rose with a labored breath and continued to fill me with his thickness. His hand wrapped consensually around my neck. His tongue traced over my lips.

Pulling his cock from my ass. He straddled me, then ran his cock along my lips. “Open.” Milo’s baritone voice demanded.

I gagged as I tried to deep-throat his cock. I pulled back for a second. His hips flexed and followed me. Milo pressed his cock farther into my mouth, stretching my mouth while holding my head in place.

I grabbed the base of his cock to take control. Saliva dripped from all sides of my mouth. I bobbed, slurped, and licked, then pumped his cock until my hand became a blur.

Milo’s aggressiveness was a turn-on.

I wanted more. Having his balls slapped against my chin as he assaulted my mouth.

Milo erupted, spraying his warm load down my throat and on my face. “I’m cumming!”

His juices dripped down the side of my mouth as his throaty grunts filled the room. The thrust of his hips continued as I lapped my tongue over the head of his cock.

My eyes glanced up at him, and a crooked smile appeared across his face as he tried to free his cock from my mouth. I didn’t want to let it go. He crashed beside me. Running his fingers through my hair as he gazed into my eyes.

He reached across my face, scooped his load, and placed it into my mouth. “Looks like you missed some.”

I pumped my cock until I felt my balls tighten. It wasn’t going to take much for me to cum. Within seconds, a stream of cum shot from my cock and into the air, landing in my hair and on Milo’s shoulder. My body went limp, but I continued to feel the aftershock of that massive release.

He ran his fingertips down my entire body, adding to the sensation. We weren’t in a hurry to clean up. He scooped up behind me, placed his arms around my waist, and pulled me close into his embrace.

The release I’d been waiting for.