'Fuck YES, cocksucker. Work that fucking mouth on my big dick . . . fucking gag on it you little bitch.'
The words rang out through the relative silence of the locker room - silent other than the slurping, gulping noises Sam Callister made as his pouty, teenage lips slid hungrily up and down eight thick inches of rock-hard teen meat.
Luke Brady, eighteen-year-old athlete, walking wet dream and undisputed king of City Academy, had his big hands wrapped in Sam's curly blond hair, driving the smaller guy up and down his cock with purpose. He grinned, looking down at the sight of his fat, dripping cock - the cock that 90% of all girls ran away from - sliding in and out of Sammy's willing mouth, lips distended into a stupid grin as Luke's heavy teen balls churned their load, bouncing off Sammy's spit-soaked, precum-sticky chin.
Sam looked up, past Luke's rippling six pack and heaving pecs, to the cocky grin and twinkling eyes above. He couldn't believe his luck.
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Sammy Callister was a hottie.
Eighteen years old, he already had a hot little body, honed over years of being a water baby; Sam was in and out of the pool every chance he got. The years of swimming had turned him into a lean little twink, every part of his body trim and toned. The only part of his body he could never seem to slim down was his bubble butt; a bouncy little treat, two fat globes that caught more than a few passing glances. His round little butt made wearing his swimming trunks an adventure - as well as seven inches of teen meat ready to burst out at any minute, Sam also had to contend with his butt's constant escape attempts.
Topped off with shaggy, lightly curly blond hair, big blue eyes and a pair of pouty, kissable lips, it should come as little surprise that Sam Callister was the subject of many girl's diary entries - girls who were barking up entirely the wrong tree.
Sam's brother, Jack - now he was the right tree. He was legendary throughout the school despite having left four years ago; he'd spent his last two years tearing through pussy like he was on a mission. With the same features Sam would grow into, plus a few extra pounds of stacked, worked muscle and an oversized cock, Jack had fucked everything he'd ever set his mind on; rumour had it that the three youngest female teachers on the staff, all of whom had left quietly with no warning, had each been on the receiving end of his teen cock. Jack would never say, but the grin on his face told a thousand stories.
Now 21, Jack had fucked his way through university in exactly the same way, gathering a group of similarly hungry, big-dicked friends around himself; they'd made it their mission to wreck as much pussy as possible and they were devoted to the cause.
Jack and Sam's living arrangements had helped; their parents had both moved abroad for work shortly after Jack's graduation. Not wanting to disrupt Sam's education; they'd made Jack an offer: the house was his rent-free, on the condition that he looked after Sam in their absence. Jack had jumped at the chance; Sam's natural independence made him a low-maintenance ward and what university student would turn down free lodging?
So the two of them had spent the past few years together; Jack surprised himself with how responsible he felt for his little brother and did his best to be around when he was needed, in addition to his university studies and, obviously, ploughing his way through City University's female population. He'd taken to fucking away from home. It felt weird slam-fucking a girl into the wall he shared with his little brother.
For Sam, growing up like this was both the best and worst thing possible. On the plus side, Jack was much more lenient than their parents, and the two brothers genuinely got on; on the downside, Jack was a hung, perpetually horny muscle stud with a group of friends who were just as hung and horny as he was. For Sam, growing up gay, being constantly surrounded by so much horny masculinity was hard to bear.
He'd experimented, sure - Grindr had helped him to meet some likeminded people and he'd had more than a few opportunities to suck on a stranger's cock in their car or -deliciously risky - in the house while Jack was out. He knew what he was doing with his mouth, for sure. But Grindr just couldn't get him quite enough of what he needed.
Occasional, furtive meets weren't enough. He needed something more regular.
If he was braver, maybe he would have started flaunting himself more. But Sam was a little shy, and he knew what could happen if you approached the wrong guy the wrong way. So he just carried on, frustrated every second of the day, no longer even being able to resort to shoving two fingers in his hole as Jack pounded some stupid girl into submission on the other side of the wall.
So when Sammy found himself in the school locker room at the end of the day, with Luke Brady - dressed just in a towel, ready for the shower - grinning over at him, he didn't quite know what to do.
