The Youngest Brother's Coc

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Chapter 2: Making Me Work For It

Things were not the same after the night of the party, where I had introduced Lochlan into the world of gay college sex, and the two guys at school who shared his blood were part of the initiation. Saxon still chatted with me, but it had been a couple weeks since the group party and he had not asked me over for any action. Peter, too, seemed to suddenly have more success with the ladies, and, to him, my services were apparently not needed at the moment. I saw him at a couple parties, but he disappeared with a girl before I got a chance with him.

Then, one day, they started playing games with me.

A text came in from Peter around 3am one night. "Go check outside your door."

I was confused, and I was just finishing up a session with one of my large dildos, having decided to have a solo night. I threw my stuff under my bed and pulled on some pajama pants to open my door. My erection was obvious, but if anyone was there, they would not have a problem with it. Hoping to avoid some prank, I peered through the peephole to see Saxon standing there, his arms leaning on either side of my door, his hair slightly askew, signalling the end of a night of partying. I smirked, wondering what caused the change in his MO.

When I opened the door, he lifted his head to meet my gaze. I didn't say anything, waiting for him to take what he wanted from my body. But, he didn't move.

"How thin are these walls?" he asked me, curiously.

"What?" I responded, clueless.

"Bet you could hear a lot through them," he pondered, inspecting the doorframe.

"Um... yeah... I bet," I said, getting ready to pull him into my room, deciding that the hallway was not the place to have a stupid conversation, "so maybe you should---"

"Did you know," he interrupted, "Sadie's bed is like a foot away from yours on the other side of that wall?"

I glanced back to my bed, and the wall next to it with some posters on it. I smirked.

"Yeah," I said as I turned back to him, "I've heard a lot of action through that thin wall. She's a bit of a screamer, and so is her boyfriend." I started to touch myself over the pajama pants, my pleasure in the situation starting to grow.

"Well," he said, "they broke up." I raised an eyebrow.

"And she called me," he said, meeting my gaze again with a dark look in his eyes.

The shock hit me. The thrill that he was not going to fuck me tonight, rather he was going to torture me by fucking the girl in the dorm next door.

"Do her facing this wall." I said, increasing the pace of my hand over my pants, then letting go. While he stayed in the doorway, I left the door open and grabbed the suction cup dildo out from under my bed, and put it on the wall that would be separating me from him.

He smirked, and walked away, seconds later knocking on Sadie's door. I peaked out into the hallway, and watched as she quickly grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the door, slamming the door shut behind him.

I returned to my bed, the electricity of Saxon's teasing scheme affecting me like a jolt of adrenaline, and I got on all fours. I heard sloppy makeout sounds, before their weight fell onto the mattress, the rhythmic squeaking revealing that he wasted no time in helping her get over her breakup. Then, it happened.

I heard hands hit the wall, and then aggressive, fast-paced thumping. When I literally saw the dildo moving a bit with the rhythmic thuds, I quickly leaned back and put my ass down on it, rearranging my guts. The movement through the wall started to actually move the dildo inside me. I wished he would just start using my body again, but this teasing was tantalizing.

He lasted a long time, never pausing from his fast-paced slams into that poor girl. He didn't even switch positions. He was really toying with me, making sure I was thoroughly teased. When I finally heard the pumping get erratic, I knew he was going to cum, and I grabbed my cock. I heard his familiar groan through the wall, and I squirted a load onto my bed, not even bothering to grab a towel. I was so tired after cumming, I fell asleep right on my cum stain.

The next day Lochlan texted me, saying he was coming back to campus in a couple weeks and wanted to see me.

"Your brothers are still taking their space since our fun night," I responded, "not sure they're up for it."

"I can convince them," he replied.

"How so?"

"I've seen their porn habits, trust me," he replied mysteriously.

"Well I'm down for literally anything," I sent, then after a pause I added, "I think."

He hearted my last message, but didn't explain anything further. I realized if I wanted to relive my fantasy of the hung brothers three, I was going to have to work for it.

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The air was charged with a different kind of energy the by the time Lochlan came back to campus. The once casual dynamics between Saxon, Peter, and me had shifted into something taut, unspoken, and electric. There was a tension now, a flicker of hesitation in their eyes when they looked at me, passing by on the brick student walk, as though they were both drawn to and wary of what I represented--the catalyst for their shared desires. Lochlan, however, carried none of that caution. His eagerness was raw, unbridled.

When Peter texted me to come over to Saxon's apartment, I thought I had high hopes of how the night was going to go, but I would come to find out that surprises awaited me.

I held my breath and knocked on the wood-paneled door of Saxon's posh, off-campus apartment. In a short moment, Peter threw the door open and greeted me with his familiar, care-free smile. "Come on in, buddy."

Normally, I was simply told that the door was unlocked, and I would walk through to his office space in the second bedroom, and get on my knees. Tonight, I entered to find Saxon sitting on his couch, his feet propped up watching a Formula 1 race. While my instinct was to get on my knees and see what the boys wanted to use me for tonight, the mood was casual, so I just ate some snacks and started chatting with Peter.

In a few minutes, Lochlan was at the door, and the innocence of his aura filled the room the moment he stepped into Saxon's apartment.

His pale skin seemed to glow under the dim light, his dark curls framing his face in a way that made him look almost angelic. But there was nothing innocent about the way his hazel eyes locked onto mine, a hunger burning in them. He was actually taller than I remembered, his lean body now carrying a hint of muscle that spoke of countless hours on the field the past few weeks. His button-down shirt hung open, revealing the smooth, taut expanse of his chest, and my fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath my palms.

Saxon and Peter were quiet, our combined presence a silent reminder of the taboo line we'd crossed the last time we had gathered. Saxon leaned against the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched as he watched Lochlan with protectiveness, and something more primal. Peter sat on the couch now, on the phone arguing with someone, presumably the new girlfriend, his backward hat tilted slightly, his free-spirited smile replaced by a look of unease. The room was thick with unspoken words, the kind of tension that could only be broken by breaking more rules.

I didn't hesitate. I never did when someone like this twink was in my field of view. I crossed the room to Lochlan, my fingers brushing against his as I reached for his hand. The memory of him grabbing my head in the heat of passion and kissing me the last time we were together was at the forefront of my mind. His breath hitched, his eyes widening as I pulled him toward the bedroom without a word. Saxon and Peter didn't stop me, but I could feel their eyes on us, the weight of their shared history pressing against my back.

The door stayed open behind us, and Lochlan's eagerness was almost tangible. He pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His cock was already hard, pressing against me through his pants, and I could feel the heat of it, the way it demanded attention. As I listened to Peter and Saxon whispering in the next room, I broke the kiss, my hands moving to the waistband of his pants, and he let out a low groan as I freed him.

His cock was as impressive as I remembered--thick, heavy, and already dripping with precum. I dropped to my knees, my lips wrapping around the head, and he gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair as I took him deeper. He was dominant in a way that surprised me, his hips thrusting forward, forcing more of his length into my mouth. I let him, my throat stretching to accommodate him as I looked up at him through hooded eyes.

Fuck, he's perfect, I thought, the slight curve of his cock pressing against my throat in a way that made my arousal spike. His hands tightened in my hair, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, and I wanted to push him over the edge.

But before I could, the door creaked open. Saxon stood in the doorway, his eyes heavy with arousal, his cock already hard and straining against his khakis. Lochlan didn't stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as Saxon stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Saxon's hand moved to his zipper, and the sound of it was loud in the quiet room.

Lochlan pulled out of my mouth with a groan, his cock twitching as he turned to face Saxon.

"You wanna watch?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Saxon's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer, his eyes locked on Lochlan's cock.

I stood, my lips brushing against Lochlan's ear as I whispered, "Why don't you show him what you can do?" Lochlan smirked, his hand wrapping around my waist as he pulled me closer. I could feel the heat of his body, the way his cock pressed against me, and I wanted him, needed him.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice firm, and I obeyed without hesitation. He pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole, and I moaned, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Saxon was still watching, his hand moving on his own cock as Lochlan pushed into me in one smooth thrust. I gasped, my hands braced against the wall as he filled me, stretching me in a way that made my head spin. He was bigger than I remembered, his cock hitting all the right spots as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

I could see Saxon in the mirror, his eyes locked on us, his hand moving faster as he watched his younger counterpart fuck me. Lochlan's dominance was undeniable, his hips slapping against mine with a rhythm that had me moaning, my cock throbbing. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, "You love this, don't you?"

I nodded, unable to form words, and he chuckled, the sound low and throaty. His thrusts became harder, faster, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back. Saxon stepped closer, his cock inches from Lochlan's face, and Lochlan smirked, his hand wrapping around Saxon's shaft.

"You want this too, don't you?" Lochlan asked, his voice teasing as he began to jerk Saxon off. Saxon's eyes closed, his head falling back as he let out a low groan. Lochlan's rhythm never faltered, his cock still buried deep inside me as he stroked Saxon, the sight of it almost too much to handle.

When Saxon came, his cum shot out in thick ropes, landing on my back as Lochlan continued to fuck me. I could feel the heat of Saxon's release, the way it mixed with my sweat, and it only made me harder. Lochlan's thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release, his cum filling me in hot bursts.

I could hear Saxon's heavy breathing, the sound of it mingling with Lochlan's moans as we all came down from the high. Lochlan pulled out slowly, his hands gripping my hips as he turned me around, his lips crashing into mine in a kiss that was almost possessive.

"You're ours now," he whispered against my lips, and I could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. Saxon was still watching, his eyes hinting at something mysterious I couldn't quite place, and I knew this was only the beginning.

The door opened again, and Peter stood there, his eyes cool as he took in the scene.

"You started without me," he said with a smile.

Saxon adjusted his cock, wiping off some cum and lube and wiping it on my ass as a cum rag.

"You were busy," Saxon said mockingly.

Peter shook his head. "Girls are too much."

"Should've stuck with me," I chimed in.

"You know you're not done yet, right?" he more declared than asked, beaming at me.

I smirked, Lochlan's hand still gripping mine as I replied, "Just getting started."

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Peter stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the scene. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and primal manliness, something taboo that none of us could resist. Lochlan's hand was still gripping mine, his warm body pressed against me as Saxon stood nearby, his cock still glistening from where he had just pulled out of me. Peter's lips curled into a smirk as he closed the door behind him, locking us all in.

"I'm glad Lochlan convinced us to do this again," Peter said, his voice teasing. He ran a hand through his messy hair, letting his hat fall to the floor, giving him that carefree, dangerous vibe that always sent a shiver down my spine. He looked with appreciation and hunger at the buffet of naked men in front of him. His eyes lingered on the youngest one, the athletic, boyish Lochlan with the giant cock, held tight in my arms. Then he surveyed Saxon and his mature, professional vibe, before landing on me, and my thick erection throbbing in the air, threatening to once again pound away at the younger guy. "Someone's been busy," he said, taking a step closer, the bulge in his pants making its way into my eyeline.

Saxon chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the room. "You missed the warm-up," he said, his gaze tightening as he looked at me.

"But there's plenty of gas left in this tank," he added as he slapped me hard on the ass, leaving an instant red hand print.

My heart pounded as I glanced between the three of them, their bodies all so different yet equally intoxicating. Saxon's broad shoulders and rugged, muscular frame, Peter's lean, athletic build, and Lochlan's youthful, almost fragile appearance--yet his cock was anything but. Each of them had me craving more, and they knew it.

Peter reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek before trailing down my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Let's make this interesting, yeah?" he said, his voice a low purr. He looked at Saxon and Lochlan, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Tie him up."

My breath hitched as the words left his lips, and before I could react, Saxon was moving toward me, his hands firm as he grabbed my wrists. Lochlan's eyes widened, but he didn't protest, his cock twitching as he watched, clearly aroused by the idea. Saxon pulled my arms above my head, securing them with a belt he grabbed from the floor, while Peter stood close, his gaze never leaving me.

"You're not going anywhere," Saxon growled, his lips brushing against my ear as he tightened the belt, his breath hot and possessive. I could feel his cock pressing against my hip, hard and demanding, but he didn't act on it. Not yet.

The shifting dynamic gave me the hardest boner of my life, and I looked to Lochlan, wondering if he was going to advocate for levity on my behalf, but I only saw his wide eyes and giant smile.

"You planned thi----" my moment of realization was cut off by Peter's thick, pink dick entering my mouth, as Saxon's hands pushed my head downward onto him.

"The truth is," Peter started, his breath hitching every time Saxon pushed my face down deep onto his cock, "we've always wanted to do this together, but it was supposed to be a chick."

My eyes began to tear up and wet my reddening face, they had never been this rough with me before. But they ignored me, as Peter continued.

"We decided you could be a girl for us," he said matter-of-factly, "after what you showed us you can do with Lochlan."

As the reality of their little games set in, I felt a sense of calm. If they wanted to act out a fantasy of using me as a group, I was all for it. I had never expected to be tied up and used like this, but I didn't want them to change it up one bit if it meant I got all their dicks again.

Saxon stepped forward, his fingers trailing down my chest, over my stomach, and finally wrapping around my cock. He stroked me slowly, his touch teasing, just enough to drive me wild but not enough to let me cum.

"You're going to take everything we give you," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise. "And you're not going to cum until we say you can."

I groaned around Peter's cock as it continued to pummel my tonsils, my hips bucking into Saxon's hand, but he pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping. Lochlan stepped forward, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for my thighs, spreading them apart. He leaned around, his wide hazel eyes meeting mine, and through the tears I could see the mix of excitement and nervousness in his face.

"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. It wasn't just the fact that he was going to penetrate me this time with the biggest cock I had ever seen in person, but the fact that I didn't even get a say in it that drove me wild with pleasure. Apparently, this was my kink as well, I just hadn't known yet.

Saxon chuckled, his hand gripping Lochlan's shoulder. "Not yet," he said, his tone commanding. "We're taking turns. And you're going to watch how it's done."

Even though Saxon had already given me a load a few minutes prior, Lochlan nodded, his cheeks flushing as he stepped back, his cock twitching as he looked at me, tied up and completely at their mercy. Saxon moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed the head of his cock against my hole. I gasped, my back arching as he pushed in, his thickness stretching me open in a delicious way. His hands were rough, possessive, as he started to fuck me, his pace slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, and slamming my head further onto Peter's hog.

Peter groaned as he pressed into my throat. I could taste more of him now, the sweaty musk in his pubes, the salty pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked, my eyes locked on Lochlan's as he watched, his hand slowly moving to his own cock, stroking himself as he took in the sight of his two lookalikes using me.

Saxon's pace quickened, his hips slapping against my ass as he drove into me, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. I moaned around Peter's cock, the vibrations making him thrust harder into my mouth. Lochlan's hand moved faster on his own dick, his eyes wide as he watched, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Fuck, you're tight," Saxon growled, his voice rough as he pounded into me, his grip on my hips tightening. "You're ours, and you're never going to forget it."

The squishy, sloshing sounds echoed through the room as Peter and Saxon roughly hollowed me out.

Peter pulled out of my mouth, his hand gripping my chin as he forced me to look at him. "You're doing so good," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with an intensity that made me shiver. "But you're not cumming yet." And, he spit in my mouth. I swallowed instinctively.

I groaned, my cock throbbing as they continued to use me, denying me the release I so desperately needed. I saw Lochlan's gaze fixed on Saxon's ass as his thrusts became erratic, his breath ragged as he approached his climax, but he pulled out at the last moment, his cock twitching as he resisted the urge to cum inside me.