Straight A's | Christmas Special E4 (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

From Joe’s POV:

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I texted back. I told myself as long as it stays innocent then I don't have anything to worry about. All I said was, “hey, it's been a long time,” and it started snowballing from there. 

“I'm sorry we fell out of touch like that. That wasn't cool of me.” 

“That's okay. Life happens.” 

“I didn't want you to think I forgot about you. Things just got busy with moving and all.” 

“I understand.”

“I still think about what we did before that winter break.” 

Then, it became less innocent. It was almost insidious the way it crept in. The texts got more covertly flirty as the days went on, and I really blame being on holiday for accelerating it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have time to give each other updates on every hour of every day, right? 

“Hitting the gym. Legs day.” A picture of Caleb with his shorts hiked up to show off his thighs. 

“Looking good,” I texted back while laying on the couch. Troy is invested in some match on the TV like usual. 

“How much do you weigh now? I bet I can squat you.” 

It wasn't long before I sent pictures as well. They were innocent, like I said. A couple mirror selfies to show him what I look like now. Nothing explicit at all. 

“Cute.” A picture of him shirtless in the changing room’s mirror. “All done for today.” 

The rhythm of it was relentless. For every step I let slip by, he advanced another two. If I showed him a picture wearing shorts, Caleb would take it further and show me how he only wears underwear at home. 

Boxer briefs. Mostly black. One pair was red.

“Who are you always talking to?” 

Shit. 

“Just an old friend,” I say as I put my phone face down on the table. Troy’s curious eyes look at the black device for a couple seconds, and then directs his gaze on me. 

“Are you talking to Ben?” His dark chocolate coloured eyes flash intensity at me. 

“No! Of course not.” I get closer to reassure him. “We agreed that you would handle all the talking with that.” I rub his thighs, desperate to change the topic. “Is your team winning?” I inch my hand towards his crotch. 

He doesn't like wearing underwear at home, and he's always comfortable in basketball shorts, so my hand glides easily underneath the loose fabric.

Troy’s eyes soften as I caress his soft cock, which reacts to my touch. As he hardens, he leans in and kisses me gently. 

“I have nothing to worry about?” His cock unfurls in my hand and becomes the hard tool I'm used to getting pounded with. 

“Nothing to worry about,” I whisper as the man of my dreams sucks on my lips. 

“Then, show me,” Troy says with a small bite. With his long arms, he takes my phone from the table and holds it up to me to unlock. Then, he turns it around to read and I feel a cold sweat envelop my body. In a panic, I pull his boner out of the leg hole and engulf it with my mouth. “Mm!” The basketball jock grunts loudly. “Who's Caleb?” 

“An…old…friend…” I try to distract him with a fast and wet blowjob. 

It felt like an eternity waiting for Troy to read the messages, which I swear, have nothing truly incriminating on there. Not on my end anyway. 

“The fuck is he sending my boy pictures for?” Troy stiffens to steel in my mouth. “Who is he? Where'd you meet him? Joe! I'm talking to you!” He grips my hair tightly and drags my head off him. 

“Before you… he …”

“Why is he sending you pictures without his shirt on?” Troy demands angrily. His grip on my hair tightens, holding me in the position where eye contact is unavoidable. 

“I don't know,” I gasp. He shoves the phone in my face so I can look at one of the many shirtless pictures he sent. 

“Did he fuck you?”  

“No. I mean, not recently. Not since you. Before…GuHHHhHh!” Troy pushes me back down on his crotch, and his rock-hard dick is more swollen than ever. 

“The truth, beta,” Troy says and pulls me up for air. 

“He took my virginity. That's all.” I wipe the spit off my face. “I'm telling the truth. I promise. We're just texting. Nothing more. I promise,” I say desperately.

His jaw clenched right, Troy glares into my soul. Then slowly, the grip on my head relaxes, and he leans in to kiss me. 

“I believe you.” 

I whine as I lean into his kisses, and we make out passionately. I stroke his cock, wet with my saliva, while he leads the dance with our tongues. 

That's the best thing about sex with Troy. The man is never unclear about what he wants. His hands have my underwear down in seconds and his strong muscles position me to climb over him. And he knows that I’m willing to do whatever he wants.

It's like impaling myself on a steel spear. It never fails to surprise me how girthy and big he is. We moan and grunt together until I'm sitting on his lap, skewered on his meat. 

“If he's fucked you before, he wants it again,” Troy says with a possessive grip on my hips. 

“I don't know about that,” I say, adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of how hard he feels today. 

“I do. That's how guys work,” he says, helping me take off my shirt. I do the same with him, and place my hands on his beautifully crafted body. Troy presses my hard cock against his abs, rubbing it on the 6 tight muscles. “Ride me.” 

I oblige, using his muscular shoulders to lift myself off his lap. 

“Make yourself feel good,” Troy says, putting both hands behind his head to show me my favourite pits. 

“Oh…” I angle myself differently so it hits my prostate the right way. Immediately, I start leaking precum on his abs. I close my eyes, wondering if I'll be able to cum handsfree like this. He's the right type of hard today, and this position does do it for me. As my vision fades to black, the images of the two men trade in and out. 

Troy, with his dominant streak, watching me bounce on his cock. 

Caleb, with his soft side, amazed at how it feels being in my ass. 

Troy, letting me enjoy his cock, knowing that he’s going to fuck me until I cum

Caleb, who’s holding back his load because he doesn’t know how to handle a ride like this.

“You're thinking of him.” A sharp jab in my guts makes my eyes shoot open. 

“I'm…”

“No lying.” Troy leans forward, making me tilt backwards. I would have fallen off him if his hand wasn't right on the center of my back. “Admit it.”

“Oh!” He fucks me right in the g-spot with short and powerful thrusts. “Okay. Yes. I’m thinking of him… OH!”

“You want that beta to do this to you? That man can’t fuck. Look at him.” Troy shoves the phone in my face again.

“Oh…my…Troy…” The incessant punching of my prostate along with his alpha talk sends me into a frenzy, and I claw at his big biceps. 

“This is my hole, beta. You hear that? Mine!” His thrust was particularly powerful at the last word. 

“Oh my god!” I arch my back, making his cock slide against my prostate at a different angle, and accept that I'm going to cream myself. “Fuck me! Fuck me!!! Oh my god!” 

“Yeah, cum for me. Oh yeah, Joe, fuck!” I stream cum onto his abs, which are interrupted by his thrust. 

Thrust

Shoot

Thrust

Shoot. 

“Oh fuck… I'm going to claim this hole, beta.” Troy vibrates with sexual energy. He pulls me into a kiss, then lets out a whine. “I love you, Joe.” 

“I'm going to cum again,” I groan, my sensitive cock rubbing against his cum-covered abs. 

“I love you, Joe. I love you… I love you…”

“I love you too,” I bite his lip and we reach the point of no return together. Our bodies rock against each other as I cum for the second time on him, and he breeds my willing ass. The kissing becomes sloppy, yet needed. “Give it all to me.”

“Oh fuck…” Powerful ripples of pleasure make Troy contract his pecs. “Jesus! MMm!” 

“You always cum harder when there's someone else involved.” I comb his sweaty hair out of his forehead. 

“Call it… fuck…” I feel his cock twitch inside me. “Call it a kink.” 

“I wouldn't cheat on you. Never,” I say to him seriously. 

“I know. But we're going to have to get the Caleb out of your system somehow,” Troy says, relaxing against the couch. “And we'll do it together, okay?” 

“Okay.”