Measuring the Frat Boys - Part 2 (Patreon)

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"My... My what?" Logan gawped, thinking that his ears had deceived him.

"Fuck it bro" Mason shrugged with a handsome grin "I'm down if you are".

Bryce shuffled on his feet, glancing between his two best friends.

"You've changed your tune" Bryce told Mason who smirked.

"You said it yourself, dude" he replied "who's gonna know?"

Logan couldn't believe the conversation that was happening right in front of him. He'd fantasised about such a moment. It had fuelled many of his wanks, but he never thought that his fantasy would come through.

"Are you guys fucking with me?" He asked cautiously, but Mason shook his head.

"If you don't want to..."

"I do!" Logan said, a little too eagerly, as both his buddies smirked.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Mason pressed, and once again his long cock was hanging down his shorts.

Logan eyed the lengthy meat, his mouth watering as he imagined the taste. This wasn't about measuring. If they wanted to measure they would have easily been able to do so.

"You're... You're sure?" Logan asked, still eyeing Mason's flaccid cock.

"Bro, I wouldn't have my dick out if I wasn't, now come on!"

Logan dropped to his knees. There was simply no point in prolonging it. He was eye level with it now, and able to see the finer details from this angle.

Mason was uncut, his foreskin had retracted slightly already, revealing the pinkish head underneath. Small veins were already protruding from the shaft, and his pubic hair had been trimmed, but not shaved. A gust of wind blew his masculine scent up Logan's nostrils, and caused his own cock to swell.

The young man kneed himself closer to his buddy's rod and swallowed before leaning forward and lipping the tip into his mouth.

The moment that he made contact, Mason shivered.

It felt surreal to Logan. He'd known Mason for years, and as much as he was borderline crazy, he never expected that he would allow such a thing. He took more of the flaccid cock into his mouth, hearing a soft gasp escape overhead, and spent a moment enjoying the taste.

It was fresh, yet somehow, without ever having sucked his dick before, Logan would have been able to distinguish that it was Mason who owned it, even if he hadn't known. He could taste his friend, and he loved it.

Mason began to harden between his lips, pushing them wider and sliding further down his throat. He felt the foreskin slide back and lodge behind the helmet, and then the soft texture of his glans pushing deeper.

Logan held the base now, twisting his hand around it as he began to plunge deeper. His gags were almost drowned out by Mason's increasingly loud moans, and for a moment, he expected the football player to nut there and then.

He felt a hand on his head, but both of Mason's were clasped around his own head, and he quickly realised that it was Bryce, and he was guiding Logan toward him.

No words were spoken as Logan let Mason's cock slip from his throat, and found Bryce's one quickly. The scent of Bryce, and the flavour of the man as he swallowed his cock head, caused a surge of pre-cum to spill out into Logan's boxer briefs.

He was ripe, but not in an unclean way. Logan could instantly tell who was bigger, and gagged violently as Bryce thrust his now erect cock, deep down his throat.

It was hard to tell, but at a guess, Logan would have said that Bryce was nearing eight inches by the time he became fully hard. Mason wasn't far off, but the winner was clear.

The eighteen-year-old gagged and spluttered across his friend's wet pole, and with each thrust, it pushed deeper down his throat. After only a few moments, Logan's nose was pressed against Bryce's pubes and he could feel the tool pulse inside him.

Once more, he was pulled in a different direction and tasted Mason again. If it had only been to measure, there would have been no need to continue, but all three of the frat boys seemed to be enjoying this as much as each other.

"Fuck" Mason gasped as Logan took him again.

A new taste had been added to the mix, and now it was obvious that Mason was drooling pre-cum. Logan lapped at it, running his tongue across his friend's slit, coaxing out the tasty juices and swallowing them eagerly.

Mason trembled as he attempted to hold on. His muscular body was now slick with sweat as his friend sucked him off.

Another change, and Bryce drove his wet cock into Logan's mouth. His pre-seed was stronger, and more bitter, but equally as enjoyable and double the quantity. Logan swallowed more of it, as though he was addicted to the stuff.

He felt the large man shudder as he lapped at the underside of his large cock and began to toy with his full balls.

Bryce groaned, and Logan knew he was close.

He sped up, taking all eight inches of the ex-wrestler and holding his throat open for the man to use. Bryce was thrusting hard now, his hips driving back and forth as he hummed in pleasure.

Then it was Mason's turn again, and Logan happily took his dripping cock once more.

"Dude, I was nearly finished!" Bryce growled, grabbing Logan's head and stuffing his cock inside him.

"Get fucked bro" Mason snarled, pulling a disorientated Logan back toward his crotch.

"You get fucked!"

The two pals began to argue as their hard cocks bounced around, slinging their juices all over Logan who was not complaining in the slightest.

"Fine, FINE!" Mason snarled and Bryce had won the battle.

He guided Logan back to him, his cock still stiff, and entered him again. They picked up where they left off, as Logan took the full length and felt his throat open around the bulbous helmet.

Bryce gasped, his balls now pressing firmly against his friend's chin as he spilled more juice into him.

He took him by the back of the head, his whole hand covered it, and began to guide him up and down his long shaft.

Logan's throat began to make noises that he'd never heard before. Wet, sloppy noises that he enjoyed listening to.

Bryce quickened his pace, grunting and groaning as he throat fucked not only his best friend, but his frat brother.

The young man's knees and jaw were both aching, but he was certainly not complaining. He continued sucking, using only his mouth, tongue and throat, until finally Bryce moaned.

"Oh fuck" he breathed heavily, and his legs began to shake.

Logan continued up and down, licking and tonguing every inch he could reach until he felt the first squirt of hot, thick sperm splash across his tongue. Bryce fucked his cock deeper inside, pushing the mess down Logan's throat. He held his cock there, squirting directly into his pal's stomach, and Logan simply revelled in it.

He shot five or six heavy ropes of sperm into his friend's eager throat before finally pulling his drenched tool out.

Logan wasn't finished yet. He leaned forward and sucked the now flaccid flesh back into his mouth, cleaning any remaining mess as Bryce gasped at the sensitivity.

"It's about time" Mason snarled, and quickly stepped into place.

It was clear by the copious amounts of pre-cum that Mason had been jerking off to the sight of his two best friends. He stuffed his erection between Logan's lips and sighed with relief as he began to suck.

For Logan, it was a dream come true, but for Mason, it was a secret fantasy that had been brewing in the back of his mind for quite some time. He'd never let the other two know that, but what he didn't know, was that Bryce had also toyed with the idea more than once.

Logan bobbed up and down once more, enjoying the experience more than he would ever admit. Being used by his two best friends was proving to be even more exciting that he had expected, not that he had ever expected it to actually happen.

He swallowed more juice, and found that when he tongued Mason's frenulum, the young man became putty in his hands, gasping and groaning and sweating profusely.

Mason held Logan's head with both his hands now, jerking his hips forward and holding his buddy in place. He'd gotten blowjobs before, but none as skilled, none as eager, none as hungry as this.

He quickened, the sound of his heavy, low hanging balls bouncing off Logan's chin echoing around them. Everything about the situation was hotter than he had ever dreamed, and he had dreamed.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, bro" he gasped, and Logan muffled something unintelligible back and continued to swallow his cock.

A ripple of pleasure tore through the young frat boy. His balls contracted, his fingers and toes curled, and his head rolled back as he began pouring his seed into Logan's hungry mouth.

The youngest of the three took it happily. He felt the pools of thick cum puddle on his tongue and he swallowed it as quickly as Mason could provide more.

He was a big cummer, even bigger than Bryce. With each gulp, Mason replaced it quickly. He was moaning loudly, his cock still thrusting fast, until finally his balls were emptied, and Logan hadn't spilled a drop.

The two towering frat boys watched as Logan pulled the cock from his mouth and licked it clean. Both were amazed, but neither as much as Logan who finally stood up.

He could taste them still, and the knowledge that their loads were now mixed together and sloshing around in his stomach caused his boner to stick awkwardly into his leg.

"So?" Bryce asked, gauging his smaller friend's reaction.

"Who's bigger?"

"Who cares?" Mason laughed, stuffing his dick back into his shorts.

The three of them began to walk back toward campus, but Bryce wasn't finished.

"What do you mean who cares?" He growled "I thought that's what the whole point was?"

"I just wanted a blowjob to be honest" the handsome nineteen-year-old shrugged.

"You're just saying that because mines bigger" Bryce huffed, but walked with them.

"The real question" Mason grinned, taking his buddy around the shoulder "which of us would you bone on a dessert island?"

Logan thought about it more carefully this time before answering.

"Both of you" he said honestly "but why do we have to be on a dessert island? We've got a dorm room".

The three young men grinned as they walked back to campus. The rest of the college year had just taken an interesting turn.