This is for my friend Jessica, and her honesty about her taboo fantasy. Also, a special thanks to Julie for editing this story for me.
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He stepped out of the shower, water still running off his chiseled young body. As he reached for his towel he caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink on the other side of the bathroom; he liked what he saw. It was a reflection of good breeding with enviable genetics combined with eighteen years of athletic training. He was tall at 6'4" and weighed in at 225 fit and sculpted pounds. His shoulders were broad and well developed as were all of his muscles. He needed not to tense his stomach to see the cuts that defined his abdominals. He pumped his arms in rapid and intense strokes to make the veins in his biceps pop out. He had dark, fine hair that he wore similar to Joey on Friends, and large blue eyes.
He took the towel and began to dry off his body. When he got to his genitals, they began to stir. His cock, which had hung flaccid down the better part of his thigh, now began to swell and rise. His ping-pong ball sized testicles, which typically hung low in their sack about half as far as his cock, began to tighten and rise towards his body.
As it reached it's full measure of just over ten inches in length and about seven inches in circumference, similar to his biceps, a large vein protruded atop the organ which spanned from his pelvis to just before the tip. Five slightly smaller subsidiary veins branched off and down the sides of it, disappearing back inside the penis's dorsal side. Of all the physical gifts that God and Darwin had conspired to bless him with, of which there were many, his proud and mighty cock was likely the greatest.
His meat was straining inside the skin that covered it and screamed for release. It had been a week since his last lay and his biological imperative was beginning to revolt. He told himself: "Just a few more hours my friend, just a few more hours." To most people one week might not sound so bad, but to Bret Atwater, it seemed like an eternity.
Bret lived in the Township of Eastborough, Kansas (population 2000) which was completely surrounded by the city of Wichita, Kansas (population 360,000). He lived in an old money, for lack of a better definition, mansion with is mother Jillian and his father, well technically his stepfather, Ben. Bret's actual father had died before he was born and Jillian had married Ben before Bret could walk. Ben raised Bret as his own and despite the pair of half sisters that he produced with Jillian in the earliest years of their marriage, it was obvious that Bret was his favorite.
Bret got better than average grades growing up, but at a young age, it was clear that his true talents were in athletics. First with T-Ball, then soccer next was baseball, then wrestling, soon he found track and field, but it was in middle school that he found his one, true passion, football. Once he hit his teenage years, he began to focus and hone his athletic pursuits towards the gridiron.
In the fall, he played football, middle linebacker, a position that he started at on varsity from the first time that he stepped onto the field. When the season ended, he competed in Power Lifting, and then came wrestling and finally Track and field. He typically placed in all of the events or given state honors. He even played for the local Rugby Club during the summers to stay active.
He spent his first two years of high school attending a privileged, private school where he was the biggest and brightest star on campus, a constant source of school pride, and female adoration. He took advantage of his status from day one learning the art of sex with all the girls he could get his hands on. Pretty or ugly, fat or thin, popular or outcast, first year through forth, student or faculty, any race or culture, he went after them all.
His favorite of all though were the moms. The first was the mother of friend and she was amazing, patient and sex-crazed at the same time. Among his other exploits there, he had a handful of MILF's before his junior year.
At that time, Bret and Ben both felt that many major college football programs were overlooking Bret, crediting his inflated stats to being a big fish in a small pond. They decided to enroll him in the biggest city school, on a team with an already established middle linebacker. There, as in every other venue, he triumphed, both athletically and sexually.
Soon he was more prolific than ever before, girls, their moms, friend's moms, teachers, teacher's wives. More and more now the husbands began wanting to watch and this is how Bret became familiar with the Slutwife-Cuck-n' Bull lifestyle. He began to read hookups like apposing offenses. He could recognize which wives wanted to be degraded, which ones liked it rough. He could tell which husbands just wanted to see their wife get a good fucking and which ones needed to be humiliated.
The one, non-genetic, advantage that he had over the others was his age. He was born in the grey area where he could have gone to Kindergarten and been on the younger side of his class, or he could have waited a year and been on the older side. Jillian elected to keep him to herself one more year. Now that made him eighteen years old during the summer before his senior year. As soon as he was 100% legal, he joined one of those adult finder sites that exist to help people who wanted sex to be able to meet up. He posted a profile to spread his territory beyond the limits of his school. Bret still intended to pursue the co-eds, but only half the student body had a pussy, but all of them came from one, and he was going to experience all of them that he could.
