Recruitment Season with Alpha Sigma Sigma (1st Vers)
I had a really good burst of inspiration to write something naughty and this little story came out. But then as I wrote it, I wanted it even dirtier so I made the second one! Other then that, enjoy some ass worship served up in a little frat-boy themed package. What got me into the mood was stumbling across this by Kerun.
Also, a big thank you goes to Casca who edited these stories for me.
This first one is the, sort of, original between my two version. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
"Where did you fucking get this bitch?" Asked the grinning bear.
"I caught him drooling over my ass in the locker room." Replied the toned bull.
The pair of frat brothers were seated on black topped, and silver bottomed bar stools in the dining room of their house, once an enormous estate, now a domicile for the Alpha Sigma Sigma fraternity.
On one stool, a bear tipped back a sip from his energy drink before setting his right arm back on the old, stained, dented wooden counter that served as the fraternity's un-offical bar. He chuckled softly as he sat up on the stool, arching his back a little and stretching his tank top over his tight, muscular front, tented by a pair of jutting fat nipples over his round pectorals. Below that he was wearing a hugely tented jockstrap, the red cotton material straining over a fat shaft, strapped to his hips by elastic white bands pulled tight over his cock head. This left little of his mushroom tip to the imagination, it was shrouded in a tight wrapping of foreskin over the dark pink flesh, all of which could be clearly seen through the stretched fabric.
He leaned up on his right arm at the bar, facing his brother bull who was beside him on the next bar stool. The cocky bull had a much flatter front then his counterpart, a tight upper body and firmly muscled stomach, all covered in a velvety short, glossy black pelt, in contrast to the brown bear's slight gut and thicker fur. The bull tapped the beer glass in his left arm against the bar absently as he straightened up a little too, a low growling rumble building in his throat.
"The stupid fucker nearly came in his panties when I grabbed him. After that, I barely had him halfway inside me before he lost his nut." Said the muscular black bull. He have a shake of his horns as he explained with a scoff, shifting back on the barstool letting more of his black furred ass hang off the back of the barstool. He gave the bear a cocky grin as he flexed his tight cheeks slightly, soft whines spilling from under his bar stool.
Between his cheeks was whimpering, twinkish, little skink. The small male, had creamy, sandy yellow scales and was on his knees behind the bull's seat in a school branded shirt and tight blue jeans. But, his head pressed hard into the other male's bare ass. His blue tongue completely hidden by the air tight seal of his lips around the lips of bull's pucker as he lapped and silently dug his tongue deep in the hot, wet flesh of the bull's musky hole. Glossy trails of saliva traveled down his neck, soaking into his t-shirt, making the blue material darker with a puddle that traveled halfway down his front. The wet stain only grew as he ate out the ass before him. His hands were cemented to the black, tight, muscled globes surrounding the bull's hole. He kept the cheeks spread as wide as he could to plunge his tongue as deep as reality would allow.
The bear's brown fur shook as he chuckled softly, eyes locked on the skink as he talked with his friend. His breath ever so slightly heavy, as a tongue raked across his lips, wetting them with saliva while his dick flexed inside his jock, clear pre making a glossy spot on the tented fabric. A spot which was quickly growing bigger as the fat length pulsed steadily and clear beads seeped through the fabric, soaking into the jock and dripping onto the black, worn vinyl stool.
"Pussy." He stated flatly with a flick of his stubby tail before taking another swig of his energy drink and clinking the metal can back against the bar. "He gonna pledge though?" He added, after a moment's consideration.
"Probably, hasn't done much talking but I told him there'd be more asses to date at the house." Growled the bull, grunting softly every few words as the wide blue tongue seemed to squirm ever so slightly deeper up his ass, coating his muscles in hot saliva as the skink mopped up every bit of musk he could. The bull's cock hung, fully hard and exposed between his spread thighs, visibly pulsing and dribbling steadily on the floor.
He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, and gave it a slow stroke, milking spurts of pre onto the floor between the two stools.
"Fuck... Oh yeah, he also makes the stupidest sounds when he cums too." Quickly added the bull, grinning with amusement as he flicked his head off to the side, motioning to the lizard afixed to his ass.
"Yeah? I wanna hear..." Urged the bear, giving the dangling legs of the bull a gentle shove with his foot. He leaned more of himself on the bar, settling in for a good view of the skink. The bull shifted to the side, making the little male below wiggle into position as he remained lips locked to his ass and the bear got a better view.
With a soft whip of his tail, he batted the skink on the head lightly to get his attention,
"Freshie, stroke yourself off if you wanna keep munching my ass."
Nearly instantly, as though he had been intently listening for the signal the skink's hands shot down to the crotch of his pants. Fingers frantically undid his fly and he stuffed his hand into his pants, tugging his bulge from his underwear which sported a huge wet spot on it. He yanked the waistband of his rather effeminate lime-green thong down, hooking it under the base of his cock as he let loose a soft, whining, moan into the bulls ass.
The bear watched as the little skink trembled and shook, barely having to stroke his shaft more then three times before the bear got to watch thick ropes of skink cum spray the foot of the barstool. The kneeling skinks hands immediately left his shaft as soon as he started cumming, the thick pulses of seed launched noticeably harder as soon as he wrapped his arms around the bulls thighs, clinging to his ass as though he might fall off.
Meanwhile, only to be interrupted by the soft squelch or lewd slurp, the skink squirmed and let out loud whimpering moan after whimpering moan, sounding almost pained as his cum pinged quietly off the chrome metal base of the foot stool. His body shook as his lips feel free of the bulls ass, moans spilling quietly as he still hungrily grinding his face into the slobbered pink hole of the bull.
The bull's own cock throbbed and spat it's own slimy cock lube at his feet, so aroused by the pathetic moans below him and watching spurt after spurt lance across the floor near his feet, he knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't want to have to clean up a mess himself. He chugged the last of his beer and lowered the pint glass to the end of his cock head with one hand, and with the other he jacked himself off with all the precision one might imagine a frat boy would use. He grunted and bucked his hips, tugging his ass away from the lizard who continued to cling on for dear life, even as his tongue was squeezed and gripped in the hot, clenching ass folds of the bull. Pre squelched noisily over his tip as he grunted and his fat bull balls pulled tight preparing to release their load.
He tossed his head back and let out a deep mooing groan as his cock tip yawned open and cum splattered loudly against the bottom of the glass with it's opening volley. The thick spurts of bull semen quickly slowed to a steady pulsing ooze as the skinks fingers tightened against his hips and that talented blue tongue ground firmly into his prostate, milking his body of pleasure, and earning a few more thick gushes of bull seed into the pint. The healthy pull sighed in pleasure as the last of his load oozed from the tip of his dick, filling the glass nearly half way with murky white fluid.
"Oh fuck..." he sighed as he set the glass down on the counter with a clatter and visibly sagged from the pleasure.
By this point, the spectating bear was panting and his cock was straining too nearly tear out of his jockstrap as he watched the pair calm.
"Damn dude, mind if I use him after... fuck..." The bear groaned softly, gripping the tip of his cock in his jock with a squelch, the fabric completely soaked with pre.
"Mmm mmm, no way man... this bitch is staying right here..." Said the bull with a light, pleasured sigh.