The Super Joc Sluts

All characters are 18 and above in this fictional story. This fictional story is meant to be read for a mature audience, who are above 18. There are Author's Notes pertaining to Ch. 9 at the end of the chapter, so do check them out as they are very important. Happy Reading!

KOK Frat House | Fraternity Row

Brad knew flying home was better than walking, figuring that he would probably leave the area in an even worse state than he did from fighting Primate. A helpful (and lucky) fan let him use his t-shirt as a cum rag essentially, moping and soaking up the thick, pungent splooge that almost covered him head to toe. He tried to get all of it off, but some remained here and there. Brad handed the sopping wet shirt back to the man, who immediately tried to suck on it like his life depended on it, but he got jumped by somebody else with the same idea. Before Brad knew it, a fight had broken out amongst the crowd.

He tried to step in and stop it, but he felt someone, the older black cop from earlier, pushing him back and away from everyone else. Brad understood the silent message being conveyed through the senior officer's eyes and stern facial expression, knowing that if he tried to intervene, he would just make matters worse. Before he left though, he stopped by a different Quickie Stop to grab the cases of

BROtein

, not wanting to forget it.

The Millennium City University chapter of KOK's frat house was the biggest and oldest on Fraternity Row, but probably not the cleanest. It was a three-level red brick colonial-style mansion with a large lawn out front and a paved half-circle driveway. The backyard was even more of a showcase of KOK's standing amongst other national fraternities: a large in-ground pool, two hot tubs, and the chapter President's own separate bedroom, formerly known as the "pool house." Brad had the frat renovate it into an open-plan apartment for himself when he became the chapter's President.

Brad landed softly on the sidewalk outside the front gate, holding two 24 cases of BROtein in either hand, having to make a short pit stop for a piss on the roof of the DIK frat house. He almost dropped one of the cases to the ground below when a DIK member (in a cum-stained thong) rushed out to grab him. He got away, although not before shouting out "KOK Rules!".

He punched in the gate code (6969, of course) then strolled on, being greeted by the entirety of the fraternity, finishing up their noonday workout. Today was calisthenics.

"GOOD MORNING PRESIDENT KNIGHT!!!"

Everyone was working up a good sweat, completely nude, as a few voices belonging to the older KOK brothers were shouting out the number of squats completed. Brad could see that a few brothers, mainly the newly initiated ones, were straining to make it to the squat goal. They tried to find any leftover reserves of energy or willpower, or both, to draw upon. Some other brothers squatting seemed to be doing it over a puddle of cum, having been unable to hold in the loads pounded into their toned or fat asses from last night. Brad passed by a tanned KOK brother named Hayden, who at that exact moment, let out an arousing groan as a white stream of cum came spurting out of him.

"80!" "81!" "82!" "COME ON YOU PUSSIES! KICK IT INTO GEAR! FIRST BROTHER WHO DROPS IS THE CUM DUMP FOR TONIGHT!" One of the counters shouted, the veins on their forehead probably bound to burst.

Brad dropped the cases of BROtein near the front porch, opening them for anyone to grab a cool, protein-rich refreshment. He decided to grab one for himself, feeling pretty parched. Some of the pearly white viscous liquid ran down his chin as he chugged it within 20 seconds flat, it dripped down onto his already sticky chest. He let out a loud belch, getting a few approving yells from the exercising group, then spotted Drew, a large husky lineman, amongst them. Drew was one of the voices leading the count.

"Hey bro, you know where Tyler is?" Brad asked, looking out over the numerous rows of grunting and moaning KOK brothers. "I want to smoke with him."

Drew lowered himself to the green grass, grunting as he powered through the burning pain in his thighs. His light blonde hair, now darkened from the sweat pouring down his face, was stuck to his shiny forehead. Brad could see that the layer of sunscreen Drew applied to his pale skin was coming off and shook his head with amusement.

"Uhhh...I think--shit. I think he's in your room already." Drew replied, never glancing up so he didn't completely lose focus.

"Cool, thanks bro!" Brad gave Drew's brawny sunburnt butt a hearty smack.

"Ah fuckkkkk!!!" He yelped as a

heavy

flow of gooey splooge flew out of his bouncing red buns.

His entire concentration was lost as his powerful-looking legs shook and wobbled until he finally fell on his ass and the damp patch of cum-covered grass. Excited and disappointed yells erupted around Drew from his fellow brothers who saw that he couldn't make it.

"LOOKS LIKE WE FOUND OUR CUM DUMP, BOYS!" Brad announced to the entire frat, to suggestive jeers and hoots.

Drew blushed crimson, although no one could tell since he was already pretty baked from the sun.

Brad left his brothers out in the front yard to finish up and prepare Drew for what was to come tonight, heading towards his room.

KOK President's Suite

Before Brad could even enter it though, he could already smell the potent, intoxicating odor of "Dr. Circadian Dream Machine" permeating beyond the door.

Pushing the door open, he didn't bat an eye at the nude Tyler Rhoades already laying on his California King-sized bed, semi-hard cock drooling pre-cum onto his light tanned brown chiseled abs as he prepared a blunt. Well, another one.

All Brad could hope for was that Tyler didn't use up his entire stash.

"Before you even ask, yes, I already used up the rest and, no, there isn't enough for both of us."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Brad angrily blurted out.

He could both believe and not believe that Tyler was capable of finishing off the entire stash, having seen him do so and complete an entire class presentation with questions from the audience without anyone the wiser. Tyler received an A-plus from his Anatomy Professor LeRoux and a blowjob after class.

Tyler was quick to correct himself before Brad laid into him. "But it's okay though bro, because we can share!"

That helped cool Brad off

slightly

, so Tyler sweetened the deal even more.

"And I'll buy you some more of this 'C-Dream' and some 'Brad Knight's Blazin' Buds' too, okay?"

Brad knew that it was a good deal, but also figured he could get a little bit more out of him.

He smirked as he added on. "Throw in a blowjob right now and I'll let it slide."

The smirk on Brad's face grew wider as Tyler quickly thought it over. "Fine, but we smoke first--now get the fuck over here!"

As Tyler finished wrapping up the blunt, Brad seductively stripped out of his already skimpy attire, working on the jockstrap first. It uncomfortably stuck to his skin, so he needed to get out of the saturated underwear. From the damp mesh cage came his thick pre-cum drooling cock, fully engorged from just thinking about the striptease and the blowjob that would soon come from his best buddy. All 10 circumcised inches slapped against his sculpted 8-pack abs, the sound pulling Tyler's focus away from the blunt. His tongue licked along the edge of the paper as he looked longingly at Brad's dick.

"You sure you don't want to suck me off first, bro?" Brad asked, slowly shaking his hips to tease him.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

From side to side, his dick slapped against his dark brown thighs, flinging a thin but syrupy rope of pre through the air. He walked closer to the bed, still shaking his hips from side to side.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Tyler? Ty, you want to suck my dick, don't you?" Brad repeated the question.

"Mmmmm--what?" Tyler replied, his gaze still trained on something much larger than the blunt.

Shit, his eyes are so fucking glazed over. Fuck the blunt, I want that mouth on my dick!

Brad stepped up onto the bed, making it shake as he got closer and closer to Tyler until his dick was level with Tyler's head. He stared down at his brother, admiring Tyler's handsome oblong face, his chestnut brown eyes, caramel brown skin, and plump pink lips that were just begging to be kissed or fucked.

"Yeah, I think you want to suck my dick," Brad groaned as he leaned forward, and his dick popped right past Tyler's lips and into his hot mouth. "Don't you bitch?"

It had been too long since his dick had last received some love, remembering the pimpled chubby student from last night sloppily serving him. Then, getting that submissive bottom's blubbery, dimpled cheeks planted right over his red-hot cock, gripping the student's wide hips as his fingers sunk into the fat there. Although the person made him shudder, Brad had to admit to himself that it wasn't a bad fuck.

Brad's eyes closed and his head craned back as he savored the sensation of Tyler's mouth surrounding his sizable cockhead. It only lasted for a moment.

This time he groaned in pain. "AH FUCK!"

Tyler had his balls in a vice, squeezing and pulling them downwards until Brad was back, staring Tyler in his eyes--the usual soft chestnut brown was hard as steel.

"I thought we were going to smoke, THEN I would give you a blowjob...remember?"

Brad half-heartedly chuckled. "Guess I got a little greedy."

"Guess so.

Bitch.

" Tyler let go of Brad's balls, although not before giving his aching sack one more firm squeeze.

Brad gently cradled his balls, sitting on the bed beside Tyler, but rolled over so that his back was to him. Tyler finished with the blunt and turned to see that Brad was still turned away from him. He sighed and tapped Brad on the shoulder, who looked over his shoulder and saw that Tyler was holding the finished blunt out for him.

"Now if you're done moping because I hurt your precious jewels, would you be so kind as to light this for me?"

Brad grumbled and snatched the blunt from Tyler, lighting one end of it with the tip of his finger, then placed it in between his lips. He sucked on it for a solid minute, pulling the smooth, almost nutty smoke deep into his lungs and holding it there, before releasing it from his nose. Despite the deserved testicle crushing, Brad really needed that weed.

Tyler grabbed the blunt from Brad while his bro sat and let the special weed do its magic. It was a unique strain of cannabis that had an aphrodisiac effect.

They went back and forth like that for a while, until the blunt was more than halfway done and the room was once again filled with a semi-thick haze of smoke, since having forgotten to crack open a window. Both of their cocks hadn't gone down yet just continuing to leak precum onto their defined bellies. Neither one was helping the situation either, tugging on their cocks in between drags of the blunt. Tyler went one step further and let a finger wander below his ballsack towards his hole, eventually rubbing against his slightly hairy jock pussy. Brad, on the other hand, was rolling his balls in between his fingers and playing with his stiff as fuck nipples. Rubbing, flicking, pinching and tugging.

Tyler wanted to lean over and bite them, almost doing it, but then Brad laughed softly, and he came back to reality.

"We really demolished this shit, didn't we?" Brad briefly pulled on the blunt, making sure there was enough for his bro.

Tyler snickered in response, feeling the mind-numbing effects. "Oh...yeah haha! I guess we did!"

"But, fuck man, I don't want to stop!" Brad exclaimed, then got a bright idea. "Oh shit, what if we did that thing, me, you, Dro, and Alex did at Slim's parents' place over Spring Break?"

Tyler's mind could barely comprehend simple words, better yet reply using them, so he settled for an easy enough shake of the head "no".

"Dude. You definitely remember--Slim with his skinny little mixed ass! He almost broke Dro's jaw with that massive fuckin' cock he had been hauling around all the time! Dro kept egging him on like he always does, and Slim called his bluff--almost broke his jaw haha! Fucked his throat so good, he made Dro bust right in his swim trunks!" Brad laughed as he remembered that wild night, his hand going a little faster up and down his veiny shaft.

Brad then added the proverbial 'cherry on top'. "Then, we all took turns spit-roasting him, of course, Slim got the first pick of what hole he wanted to bust into and couldn't pass up the opportunity to try out Dro's pussy!"

Tyler tried to recall the events of that party, but his brain froze when he saw precum bubbling at the tip of Brad's dick when his hand slid upwards, so he couldn't really think about anything.

"Ok? But what does that have to do with us smoking this blunt?" Tyler muttered.

Brad sighed, turning fully to face him. "Dude, all of that happened because we were shotgunning the little bit of Ultimate Pink we had left between everybody! I thought you were going to swap spit with me in front of the rest of the guys with how fuckin' close you got!"

"I know you wanted to bro, you could hardly wait to get me in Slim's parents' bedroom, God! That weed must've made your pussy so tight bro, because I came so quick, I thought my head was going to spin!"

Brad stroked his cock quicker, only pausing the increasingly steady rhythm to fondle his heavy shaved-smooth ballsack. Tyler was half-heartedly smoking the blunt, most of his focus was on watching Brad jerk himself off, but Tyler didn't want to lose his high despite being incredibly horny himself.

"Ok, let's do it." Tyler moved closer to Brad, handing the short piece of pot to him.

Brad took a long drag off of it, then laid the pretty much finished blunt on the rolling tray before grabbing the back of Tyler's head with a firm but tender grip and pressing his lips against Tyler's plump and vibrantly pink ones. Tyler could taste and feel the aromatic smoke being blown into his mouth, down his throat, and filling up his lungs as he breathed it all in. Then, came Brad's fat long tongue snaking in behind the smoke, searching around Tyler's pretty mouth. He easily took Tyler's mouth, the two forgetting about getting high and aggressively making out like the lovers that they were. Swapping spit and playing tonsil tennis.

Brad had known Tyler since the both of them were wet behind the ears, eager to fuck first years at Wizard Academy. A long-lasting bond was cemented between them as they double penetrated their Chemistry teacher after class; standing closely, shoulder to shoulder, shoving their thick cocks into the older man's tight hairy as fuck hole, soon turning it into a pussy slit. They fucked in rhythm, nearing a thunderous climax together while playing with each other's nipples, and filled the older bitch's ass to the brim, who was grateful that he couldn't be impregnated. After that day, Mr. Nguyen never scheduled another parent-teacher meeting or assigned them homework, but he did become increasingly needy for another after-class teacher-student meeting with them both.

Tyler broke the lewd French kiss, groaning as strands of spit still connecting him to his best friend. "Fuck me, bro! Fuck my ass!"

Brad didn't need to be asked twice, pushing the rolling tray and the metallic canister of weed off of the bed, while Tyler lifted his legs over his head without difficulty. His hairless brown hole--less like a hole and more like a pussy, just a slit, puckered up at Brad like it was hungry. But Brad was about to feed it something girthy, meaty, and long!

"Lick." Brad commanded Tyler, sticking two lengthy digits in his bro's face.

Usually, Brad didn't need to prepare Tyler, since sometimes Tyler liked a dry, raw, rough fuck but figured that he should get everything he could out of this.

Tyler opened his mouth, eagerly sucking and slurping on Brad's fingers, tasting the sweat and precum that was left on them. He corkscrewed his mouth around the digits, running his tongue across the tips as he displayed his honed cocksucking skills. Brad and some others helped with that.

Brad moaned deeply from his throat. "Good boy, get them nice and wet before I play with your little culo."

Tyler rolled his eyes at Brad's Spanish, wishing that he hadn't taught his friend a few dirty words, but had to admit that it was kind of hot. He sucked harder and by the time Brad pulled them out of Tyler's drooling mouth, they were coated

heavily

with spit and more than ready to be inserted inside him.

"Uuungh!" Tyler groaned with pleasure as Brad's wet fingers easily popped right into his bubble butt.

As soon as Brad heard that pleasurable groan from Ty, he knew he had the green light and started to dig deeper into his best bro's ass, which clenched around his fingers and sucked him in deeper to the knuckle. Brad's fingertips teased and rubbed against the tiny knot inside him, making him buck.

"Fuck bro," Brad grunted, watching Tyler's jockpussy clench around his fingers. "Your pussy is so fucking hungry right now."

Tyler grinned, eyes closed as he basked in the ecstasy coursing through him. "Well man when you play with my

culo

like that, of course, I'm going to try and get you to fist me--ugh yeah twist it like that, fuck yeah!"

Brad twisted and angled his ring finger around, allowing for more of his fingertip to scratch at Tyler's prostate.

"Fu-Fuck yes! Slip another finger in there! Slip another in there man! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Dude! G-gonna cum, if you keep this up!" Tyler's voice usually went up an octave or two when he neared the edge of his limits and Brad wanted to keep this party going.

It disappointed Tyler as Brad pulled out his fingers, licking off the taste of Ty and his saliva then without skipping a beat, aimed his cockhead at his bro's backdoor and thrusted all 10 hard inches in one go!

"OOOH FUCK!" Tyler bellowed at the top of his lungs, cheeks turning red as Brad stuffed him to the brim with his cock.

Brad leaned over Tyler to push every bit of his veiny throbbing shaft deep into Tyler's guts. He buried his face in the crook of the sexy stud's sweaty shoulder, breathing in his bro's delicious scent while letting his cock nestle against Tyler's colon. If Tyler's ass was clenching fast around his fingers, well it felt like his dick was having the life choked out of it with how impossibly tight it was around his dick.

So, fucking tight! How the fuck haven't I busted yet? Shit!

Brad wondered, completely bewildered.

Brad pulled back, letting almost every inch of his cock slide out of Tyler's ass which tried and failed to stop him. Tyler knew what was about to happen, having been fucked by Brad for a while now, so he knew every move and trick but missed having all of that meat inside himself. He let out a small whine, only to get choked up from some slight pain as Brad (with an animalistic growl) came slamming right back in.

"Take it, take that fucking dick!" Brad loudly groaned.

Brad's meaty ass jiggled as he sawed in and out of Tyler's pussy, balls and hips slapping against his ass. Brad's eyes were rolling into the back of his head, picking up the pace. Tyler's muscular arms were wrapped around the college quarterback's chiseled back, holding him close as he kept plowing away.

"Fuck yeah, bro! Squeeze my cock, let me know you want this fucking nut bruh!"

Tyler tried to form some words, at best, only letting out some garbled moans. "Ah! Ah--Fu--Mngh-ph!"

Brad wrapped his hand around Tyler's smooth ballsack, they were slick with precum from his leaking cock, and squeezing finally drawing a solid sentence or two from his pouty lips.

"SHIT BRO, FUCK! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Tyler exclaimed in pain.