Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2016 05:06:24 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born to Bottom Part 5

Born to Bottom

Chapter 5

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Sean and Grant met down at the entrance to the dorm. They had huge
shit-eating grins on their faces as they fist-bumped and headed over to
Rob's.

The two boys couldn't help but check each other out as they walked through
the quad towards Rob's place. Each one staring at the other's body, taking
in the size and strength of each other's spectacularly jacked bodies.

Grant, wearing a skin-tight Underamour t-shirt with a Superman emblem
stretched across his big, meaty chest, his biceps squeezing out of the
short, tight sleeves. The shirt was tucked into another pair of second-skin
faded jeans that looked like they would burst at the seams. The jeans
hugged his enormous muscle-ass. His black wavy hair combed back and parted
on the side. His Nike cross-training shoes finished off the look.

"Superman?" Sean asked smiling.

"Yeah. So?"

"More like SuperBOY." Sean said as he reached over and squeezed Grant's
shoulder.

"Hey, I think Rob will like it so it doesn't matter what you think, slut."

"Oh I'm not making fun, dude. Rob will definitely like having a Super
butt-boy."

Grant felt a twinge in his stomach. He liked the thought of making Rob
happy.

"Well I have to say, dude, you look fucking hot as shit." Grant commented
as he stared at the back of Sean's big bubble-butt

 "I know." Sean said nonchalantly.

Grant rolled his eyes. "Nice t-shirt by the way. Ballsy wearing that around
campus."

"Double meaning, works for gay and straight worlds. It gets the point
across. Besides, it's gotten me laid many times. Besides, this shirt plus
this ass? What more could a horned up, closeted, drunk frat boy want?"

Sean too looked amazing. He was wearing painted on jeans, a skin-tight, one
size too small, red t-shirt that read "Nice Guys Can't Fuck." His caramel
colored biceps couldn't be contained. He thick chest stretched out the
front of the shirt.  His traps looked even more immense than usual.

Grant rolled his eyes. "You're an asshole." He laughed.

"So are you.  That's why we get along so well."

"I thought it was because we both like taking cock like two drunk hookers."
Grant quipped.

"Oh yeah, that too. Two arrogant fucking assholes who just happen to love
having our fucking arrogant assholes filled by horny arrogant, asshole's
cock.  Simple."

They laughed and joked all the way to Rob's. They were both ready to get
down to it because it wasn't hard to miss two stiff cocks inside tight
jeans.

Rob opened the door, looked at their jeans and laughed. "Looks like there
are two little boys ready to play with the men."

Grant and Sean looked at each other and smiled.

"Get those tight asses in here."

Rob looked sexy as hell. He was dressed in a tight, navy polo with the frat
insignia stitched over his plump left pec. The shirt was tucked into a dark
pair of snug designer jeans and black loafers. He looked sexy dressed all
preppy. Wonder why he was dress this way?

Both boys walked in and were each handed a shot glass of whiskey.

Rob held his up in a toast and the boys did the same.

"A toast! To high school football camp and all the talented ass it brings
with it!"

They tapped glasses and each slammed the shots back. Grant coughed, not
being used to hard liquor. Rob filled them again and raised his glass.

"To hot, jacked up, sexually confused muscle-boys with tight holes!" Rob
exclaimed. Again the tapped, drank and refilled.

Once more Rob raised his glass and said, "To my boys Grant and Sean. May
your hot slutty muscle asses always be filled with cum."

They all laughed and threw back the shots.

Rob grabbed each boy around their waist and pulled them into him until all
their chests were smashed together.

"Mmmmmm," he growled, "you two are so fucking hot."

He pulled each one in for a long wet three-way kiss. Their tongues were
fighting for dominance and moans were floating into the air around them.

Rob pulled away and looked at the two.

"You my boy's?"  Rob asked in a low, deep growl.

"Yes." They both answered quietly at once.

"You my big, manly muscle-boys?"

"Yes." Then answered again.

"Whose owns these football player asses?" Rob asked as he slapped each
one's ass and squeezed.

"You do." They both answered, now rock hard.

"That's right, I do."

Rob leaned in and kissed each boy separately.

"You'll do anything I tell you?"

Again they answered in unison.

"No matter what it is?"

Grant and Sean looked at each other, smiled again and turned back to Rob.

"YES."

"Good answer. We are driving over to a friend's house tonight for a
party. There will be lots of guests there that will want to?meet? you." Rob
smiled as he rubbed the massive necks of both football players.

Grant took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Meet us?"

Sean was grinning because he already knew what was going on. He patted
Grant on his tight ass. "Fuck yes." He looked at Grant and then took his
other hand and patted Grant's handsome confused face. "Dude?orgy."

"Ohhhh." Grant's heart started to flutter.

"Well, gang bang, actually." Rob said as he grabbed his keys.

Grant swallowed again. "Gang bang? Really? No shit?"

"YES! God I love football camp!" Exclaimed Sean.

Rob opened the door to usher them out. "No shit, pretty boy. And you two
are the "bang" getting "ganged."

They arrived at a massive stone estate surrounded by dense forest.  It
looked very old and very intimidating. Whoever owned this must have major
bucks.

Rob parked and shut off the car. He produced a flask out of the glove
compartment and held it out to the two boys.

"Whiskey. One last drink before we meet the guys. Drink up!"

The boys each took a swig and then Rob stowed it back in the compartment.

"Aren't you going to have any?" Sean asked.

"Me? God no."

"Why not?" Grant asked.

"No reason. Well except for all the Cialis and GHB you two just guzzled."

Grant looked at Sean. "GHB?"

Sean had wide eyes. "Shit."

"What?"

"He just Ruffied us."

"What? You fucking drugged us?"

Rob laughed. "Uh, yeah dude." Rob replied like Grant should have expected
to be drugged.

"Why, dude?"

"Because I wanted to get you two as slutty as possible. Relax, it was just
a small amount."

Sean squeezed Grants leg. "Dude, just chill.  I've done this before. It's
too late now anyway."

Grant sat there, eyes glaring at Rob. Grant was pissed. He liked making Rob
happy and he liked guys getting off on his body but he wasn't sure he liked
not being in control of his faculties.

 "Hey, dude." Sean said, "You're just going to feel relaxed and chill, very
open. Your inhibitions will go away."

"You've done this before." Grant stated to Sean.

"Hell yeah, couple of times. Honestly, it's some of the best sex I've ever
had. You just feel good all the time.  You'll be ok."

Grant looked back at Rob. "We're already willing, dude. I don't get why you
had to drug us."

Rob took Grant's square jaw in one hand and stared into his eyes. "Because
you said you would do anything I told you."

Grant started to feel warm and relaxed. Sean's hand was slowly rubbing his
thigh. He turned to look at Sean.

"You feel it buddy?" Sean asked.

Grant leaned into Sean and kissed him. Soon they were making out
hard. Grant felt a feeling of euphoria as he ran his hands up and down
Sean's pumped triceps.

"Holy fuck." Grant answered.

"Alright you hot little bitches. Time to meet the guys." Rob got out and
opened the back door and the two athletes stumbled out.

The boys followed Rob up the granite steps to the huge, tall wooden
doors. He knocked once. The little window in the door opened.

Rob said, "For the brotherhood." It sounded like a password.

The door opened and they followed Rob in. Inside was a huge foyer with
marble floors and dark wooden walls.  The ceiling must have been twenty
feet high.

"Glad you could make it, Robert," said a voice from behind them as he
closed the door. The man was in his mid 30's and very handsome. Tall with
thick brown hair, tan and dressed similar to Rob, navy polo shirt with the
frat insignia on the right chest.  This guy was built lean, muscular and
sexy.

Rob gave the man a bro-hug. "You know I'd never miss Alumni nights,
Brian. Besides I was tasked with bringing the entertainment." He said as he
nodded his head back towards Sean and Grant.

"Dude! Where the fuck did you find these two?" Paul asked as he moved over
to the two boys.

"You forget high school football camp is going on right now?"

"Of course. Robert, you are something else." He ran his hands over both
boy's biceps. He noticed they were quiet and their eyes were glassy. "They
look high."

"Yeah, slipped them each a mickey."

Brian looked back, concerned. "Did you need to? Robert, you didn't coerce
these two did you? Are these two legal?"

"Brian, calm down. Yes, they're legal. They're both 16, legal age in this
state. I didn't coerce them at all.  I've been boning them all week. And
yes, I needed to relax them."

Brian smiled. "I'm Brian. And you are?" He asked Grant.

"Sup? Grant." Grant answered slowly but with a dumb smile on his face.

"Hey, man. Sean. You're fucking hot, bro." Sean said slowly. "You wanna
fuck me?"

Brian laughed. He turned and looked at Rob and back at the football
players, "Yeah..BRO. I wanna fuck you."

Sean smiled a toothy white grin. "Sweeeeet!"

They all followed Brian through the marble hallways, turning here and there
until they reached another set of tall wooden double doors. Brian pushed
them both open at once and the two men and two boys entered the room.

Grant and Sean were in awe as they looked up at the tall ceilings with
mid-evil painting on the domed ceiling of the room. The room was dim with a
fire burning in the big man-sized fireplace. The dark wood of the walls
added to the coziness of the room. The floor was a dark hardwood and there
were Asian rugs scattered around the room under the furniture. The room was
very masculine, dark colors, antique weapons; swords and guns, hung on the
walls along side giant tapestries. A gold coat-of-arms hung over the
fireplace.  Deep brown leather couches and high winged-back chairs were
placed around the room. A cherry wood and brass bar stood in the corner
with all kinds of booze placed on the mirrored shelves behind it.

"Damnnnn." Sean said while scanning the room.

"Where are we?" asked Grant.

"This is the house of the man who founded the fraternity over 100 years
ago.  He left it to a few special members of the fraternity when he died
with instructions for it to be used only by certain fraternity members.
Only current students and alumni who, shall we say, are 'like minded.'"

Grant listened as best as he could but he was too high to fully comprehend.

Sean still had that stupid smile on his face. "So, this is basically a
whore house for the gay alumni?"

Rob laughed. "You could say that. It's a private club. We find other
brothers who are into men and this provides a safe place to fuck. It's
perfect for the married and other closet case alum to come here and fuck
around with guys all they want without getting caught.  Sometimes we bring
in male escorts, sometimes it's boys like you. Sometimes its just guys we
pick up at bars or where ever and bring them back here and fuck all night."

"Wow." Sean said calmly.

"The house is completely staffed with gay men so there is a chef, butlers,
male maids, grounds keepers.  It's a sweet deal."

Grant was wondering around the room in a daze. Touching all the furniture,
feeling the slick leather, rubbing his hands on the fluffy pillows.

"Tonight is a small reunion of current brothers and some alums. It's an
annual thing. It's one of the few nights most of us are gathered together
at the same time. We get together, talk, drink and every year one alum and
one student are tasked with finding a few guys to show up and get ganged.
This year it was Edward and I. Ed's in his 40's and owns his own health
food company. He's supposed to bring some guys with him as well, they
should be here any minute."

Sean stood and kept staring at the fire in the fireplace. Rob chuckled.

"Why don't you two take a seat and hang out. The guys are all in the
meeting room.  They'll be in as soon as Ed gets here with his boys."

As if on cue, the tall doors opened and a group of guys walked in following
Brian.

As Brian walked past Rob on his way to another door at the other end of the
room he winked, "It's party time."

An older man walked up to Rob and gave him a short hug and pat on the
back. He was shorter, very attractive with blondish brown hair, thick, a
little floppy so his bangs fell across his forehead. He was dressed in the
same polo, nice designer jeans and loafers.  His polo was struggling to
keep his muscles inside the shirt.  He was built quite well.  Grant started
to wonder if all the older guys were this hot.

"Robert!"

"Douglas. Great to see you again. Hope you have recovered from the last
time we saw each other."

"Um, it took a couple days but I eventually recovered." Douglas laughed.

"Well, Dougie, a weekend with triplets will do that to you." Rob winked.

"Yes, it will." Douglas winked back.

"So, who have we here?" Rob nodded behind Douglas.

Behind Douglas stood two incredibly built Marines, both in dress blues,
each carrying a hat tucked under their arms. Both were over 6'4, their dark
hair was cut high and tight, square jaws, one with blue eyes and the other
seemed to be a mix of some Asian and Caucasian, his eyes were dark brown
with a hint of slant.  They were hot as fuck in their custom fit dress
blues.  They also were intimidating as hell, big and gruff looking. Serious
facial expressions, both with perfect posture.  I was scared they would
find out where they were and beat the shit out of us.  It was as if they
both stepped out of marine recruiting poster.

They too looked a little relaxed, standing close together, their shoulders
touching as they scanned the room.

Douglas turned around to the marines and introduced them.

"This here gorgeous specimen is Tyler." He pointed to the full Caucasian
marine.

"And this handsome son-of-a bitch is Mason."  Douglas grinned like a
Cheshire Cat. He whispered loudly to Rob. "He's our mutt. Little bit of
everything in that boy."

Rob stepped up and shook each marine's white, gloved hand. "Damn Doug, I
think you out did me. Where did you find these two soldiers?"

Douglas put his arm around Rob and hugged him tight as they both stared at
the marines who were still looking around the room.  The marine's gazes
found Sean and Grant sitting on the couch in front of the fire. They both
looked at each other and then back to the football jocks. Tyler made his
way over to the couch with Mason in tow.

"You're not going to believe it. They were at my kid's high school for
career day. They were trying to recruit him since he graduates this year."

"Ashton! How is Ashton these days?" Rob asked.

"He's doing well. He's going to Stanford on a wrestling scholarship."

"Oh, so no marines? Looking at these two I would have enlisted right away."

The two marines were now standing in front of Sean and Grant as if deciding
which one each wanted.

"No marines for Ash. But they tried their hardest to recruit him."

"Really? And?"

"Well I came home early to find Mason and Tyler here, spit roasting Ash on
MY bed."

"No shit!?"

"Oh yeah. Ash still had on his wrestling singlet for god's sake. Mason
ripped a hole in the ass and he was pumping Ash like a man on a mission."

"What did you do?" Rob laughed as he asked the question.

"What could I do?  I let them finish!" Both Rob and Douglas were laughing
deviously.

"Well it's not like you haven't caught Ashton getting nailed by another
dude before."

"No shit you fucker!" Douglas said as he punched Rob in the shoulder.

"Ow! What? The kid was begging for it. What was I supposed to do, tell him
no? Have you seen your kid's ass in a singlet??" Rob smirked.

"Well, like father, like son. These two 18 year old stud-boys tag teamed
Ash and me for the rest of the night. I asked them to come tonight. They
weren't to keen at first. Good thing you gave me those Ruffies.  That
convinced them to tag along."

"Tops?"

"Oh yeah. And good ones too."

"We'll see about that. By the end of the night I plan on having Marine
shish kabob."

Grant could here Rob bragging about them. Telling Douglas about all the
fucking they've been doing. Telling him the two boys were a couple of
slutty football jocks who loved to get used. He wasn't lying.

Meanwhile the two marines had each taken a seat beside the jocks on the
couch.

Mason decided on Grant. He sat down next to him and put his arm around him,
resting his arm on the back of the couch.

"Hey. I'm Mason." He said as he put his hand on Grants shoulder and pulled
him close.

"I'm Grant.  I think." He said as he laughed.

"Maybe it's Superman." He said rubbing the "S" on Grant's shirt.

"Nah. It's SuperBOY." Grant replied in a husky voice.

"Right on, bro. Feeling good, SuperBoy?" He whispered into my ear.

Grant looked over at Sean who was already making out hard with Tyler. Sean
wasted no time.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Superboy," Mason whispered again
into Grant's ear. His breath was warm and it sent shivers down his neck.

"Oh fuck yeah." Grant sighed.

"Yeah? You want that? Want this marine cock in your tight football player
ass?"

Grant couldn't answer as Mason stuck his tongue down his throat as he
pulled him close and squeezed him hard.

He released Grant. "Come on, Superboy. Look at you. Big muscular football
jock gonna get his big ass fucked my a marine."

"Wait! No one is fucking anyone. Yet." Rob was standing in front of the
four with his arms folded over his chest.

"Come on, Rob! I want some of this jar-head meat in my hole." Sean whined.

"There will be plenty of opportunities for that later." Douglas chimed
in. "Its time."

A door opened at the opposite end of the room. All four of the boys on the
couch stood and turned to see whom it was coming in.

Brian was again in the lead.  He was followed by a string of men, young and
older. Grant recognized the youngest ones from football training. They were
trainers just like Rob. There were four of them, all hot and all muscle.
They were laughing and carrying on, obviously drunk.

Behind them followed six older guys, ranging from what looked like 35- 50
years old, although it was hard to tell since they all looked so
great. Grant had never seen so many beautifully handsome older guys in one
place at one time. There must be some kind of membership criteria that all
the members must be hot and remain that way. Not one was ugly or fat.  All
were lean and muscular and sexy as hell.

They all gathered around the four boys. They asked the four to turn so they
could see their bodies. There were a few whistles and catcalls. Mostly just
alot of "fuck yeah" and "hot boys." Grant felt happy inside.  He was so
proud of himself, these guys all loved his body and they all wanted to bone
him.

"Alright, men." Brian yelled. "And boys." He said nodding at the boys. "I
want to officially welcome my brothers to our Alumni Weekend. And I would
like to introduce tonight's special entertainment."

Everyone clapped.

Brian waved his hand towards the four of them. He pointed at the
Marines. "Tops." Then he pointed at Grant and Sean. "Bottoms. That's all
you need to know."

There were more catcalls and clapping.

"There are thirteen of us and four of them. You can top if you like. You
can bottom if you want. Right, Davis?" Brian said as he pointed to a
thirty-something Italian looking guy with olive skin and jet-black wavy
hair.

"Fuck off!" Yelled Davis as every one laughed.

"Maybe later, baby. I'll wait until you have a few loads in you first."
Brian winked. Obviously Davis must be a bottom.

Brian continued, "Ground rules: no pain, no blood, no condoms. Before we
all get naked and drench this room in cum, I think we should have our
guests start us off."

More clapping.

"Boys, get naked and start fucking!"

Grant looked over at Rob who had a huge grin on his handsome face. Grant
smiled back and Rob mouthed the words, "you hot fuck."

Mason and Tyler undressed from their uniforms and like true marines, folded
them neatly and set them on a chair. Sean and Grant were naked by the time
they were through with their uniforms.

Mason and Tyler again bee lines for Grant and Sean, each marine grabbing a
football player and engaging them with kissing. They rough handled the two
jocks, pulling their heads back by their hair as they licked the two boy's
throats. There was ass grabbing and cock sucking. There was ass eating and
ass fingering. After the niceties were over, Sean and Grant found them
selves each bent over the huge oak coffee table, facing each other. Staring
into each other's eye, smiling at each other, knowing they were about to
share an experience neither would forget. The men all around were naked
now. Some were making out, some were stroking off watching two marines
enter to football jocks for a hard rough fuck.

Sean watched as Grant's eyes got big and bulged, his mouth flew
open. Grant's arm flew forward and grabbed onto Sean's hand. He screamed as
Mason sunk deep into Grant's upturned ass.

It was Sean's turn now. Sean looked over his shoulder at Tyler. "Just shove
it in, bro." And Tyler did just that. Sean jolted forward, squeezing
Grant's hand even harder. Both boys looked like they were arm wrestling as
they held onto each other for stability as an onslaught of fucking started
from the two marines.

The marines grabbed onto the jock's waists and pulled their asses back hard
onto their cocks. The two bottoms moaning and yelling as their asses were
pounded. They looked into each other's eyes as both of them gritted their
teeth and their faces turned bright red.

The two marines got into a rhythm and soon there was the sound of only one
combined slap of abs against ass. Sean and Grant on their elbows, holding
onto each other as the marines high-fived each other over the jock's heads.

Mason and Tyler were staring into each other's eyes as well as they fucked
the two jocks. Mason gave him a short nod and sneered his upper lip. "Yeah,
look at you, you hot fucker. You're so fucking hot, marine! Fuck that
bitch."

"Oh yeah, bro.  You're such a fucking stud, dude. Love watching you bone,
man."

The marines continued to fuck talk with each other, the two boys below
still holding on for dear life.

Mason looked down at Grant's ass. "Fuck! You have such a fucking, hot ass!
Oh my god, you hot fucker. Take my fuck!" He started to fuck Grant even
harder.

Tyler smiled wide as he watched his buddy rail the younger stud. "Sweet
asses. Two fucking muscle bottoms taking our fucks, buddy."

Tyler kept fucking as he leaned forward and took Mason's head by the back
of his neck and pulled him in for a long rough kiss.

Sean was tightening his grip on Grant's hand. Grant looked at him. Sean had
his eyes clenched shut as he muttered over and over, "fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck?" Grant couldn't tell if he was in pain or if he was just in too much
ecstasy.

Before he could ask there was a bottle of poppers under his nose. He took a
deep sniff through each nostril.

"Good boy." It was Rob.

Rob put the bottle under Sean's nose and Sean breathed in hard.  The rush
came and that combined with the other drugs sent both bottoms into an
ecstasy they couldn't imagine. As they were slammed, Sean let go of Grant's
hand and pulled him in for a deep wet kiss. The two jocks made out hard as
they continued to get plowed by two marines. Each one holding on to the
other, arm around the other's neck as they held on and continued to grunt
and groan and swear.

Mason looked up at Tyler.  He knew the look on Tyler's face from the many
nights they spend fucking dudes together.  He knew when he was about to
cum.  Well, he was ready too. He reached down, grabbed a hand full of
Grant's hair. He pulled it up hard yanking Grant's head up and back, his
body jerked up onto all fours. Tyler saw and did the same thing to
Sean. Both jocks were pulled up even higher by their hair until they were
suspended; they had to hold on to each other's shoulders to keep from
getting their hair ripped out. They both held on tight to each other's
hard, muscular shoulders, looking at each other. Both could see the other
was in pure outright pleasure. The marines pushed the two together until
the two jocks were hugging each other tight, big arms wrapped about their
backs, hugging and making out.

The two marines nodded to each other again.

"Gonna cum?" Mason asked out of breath.

"Fuck yeah. Cum with me."

And at the same time they both slammed hard into the tight jock asses below
them. They both leaned forward onto the muscled backs beneath them until
they were hugging each other, smashing together the two boys between
them. All four heads were stuck together as both marines each thrust hard
one last time and released shot after shot of marine cum into the slutty
bottoms below. Grant and Sean kissed and moaned into each other's
mouths. The marines kept coming as they each put their foreheads together
and yelled a loud "Oorah!" Then they affectionately kissed and put their
foreheads together again, sweat pouring down.

"Love you, man." Tyler said.

"Love you too, man." Mason replied.

Grant and Sean continued to hold each other until they felt their fuckers
pull their cocks from their tight assholes. It hurt and both boys
winced. They both collapsed onto the floor but continued to hold each
other.

There was much clapping and yelling from the crowd of men.

"Ok, boys. That was fucking incredible. Take some time and recover.  You've
got a long night ahead of you." Brian said as he slapped Mason and Tyler on
their backs as if in congratulations on a job well done.

Grant pulled himself back from Sean and ran his fingers through Sean's
hair.

"Dude. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!" Grant exclaimed happily.

 "Damn, dude. Damn!" Sean licked his lips and once again, looked Grant in
the eyes. Out of breath he continued, "You are so amazingly hot. The most
beautiful guy I know. I've never seen a dude take a fuck like you just
did. Seriously, you're the most incredible dude I've ever met. We need to
start doing this more often."

Grant kissed him. "You better fucking believe we will. I never knew getting
fucked could be this good. So glad you were here with me, bud. I'm so happy
I found another dude like me."

"Damn. I can't decide if I'm turned on by YOU or by watching a dude like
you get fucked."

"I think the same thing about you right now."

"Yeah?" Sean whispered and lightly kissed Grant on the forehead.

"Yeah." Grant felt a flutter in his chest. He kissed Sean again.

"Hey. I mean it. I'm really glad we found out about each other."

"Me too. I'm not sure what's going on here but I don't want to let go of
you right now." Grant said, pulling Sean closer.

"Me neither?.babe."

Grant felt like he just melted into a puddle. Babe. Wow. That's
new. Wait. I just got pummeled in a four way beside the other hottest guy
in school and I think we just became?boyfriends???  I guess I'll find out
in the morning. I need some water.  It's going to be a long ass night.


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