The Boy Can't Help It

by Gavin Atlas

  I pulled out slowly, holding on to the condom. He lay there breathing hard. The rise and fall of the small of his back and his naked ass were already making me horny again.

  “God, did you make me sore,” he said.

  “How long before your next class?” I asked and stroked his back.

  He looked up at the clock and his face fell. “I guess I missed it,” he said with a guilty frown.

  “It’s all right. I’m an hour late getting back from lunch now. Just so I could fuck you,” I said, acting like it was his fault. When I called earlier I had told him to go to class, but he insisted he needed to please me. So I told him he was to just unlock the door and ‘be ready’. I ended up topping him for so long he’d missed two of his lectures. To make up for it, I told him I would hold him for a while and talk. I’d tell my boss I had a flat tire.

  “Why am I lucky enough to get your ass all the time, Danny?”

  He gave me a confused look. “I thought…well…on the phone, you said you were going to fuck my ass, sir. That means I have to give you my ass when you want it.”

  “Because I said so?”

  “Yes, sir, “he said. He still seemed to be puzzling out his reasons. “I like pleasing guys by giving them what they want, I guess.”

  I wondered what the limits of his passivity were. “So if it pleased me to take a hundred dollars from you, I’d get your money, too?”

  “Well, no, of course not,” he said. His laugh was shy and adorable. “That’s ridiculous.”

  “Right,” I said, “Giving away your money doesn’t do anything for you at all. But getting your butt pumped…”

  He laughed, turning red and facing away.

  “What I’m trying to get you to admit is that this isn’t all charity work, Danny. You enjoy it when guys fuck you, right?”

  “Well, older guys,” he said, grinning, but still not meeting my eyes.

  My dick stirred, knowing I might be getting something the snobby young preps at Zayre couldn’t have. “What about all the guys on campus? I’m sure they’re after that tail, too.”

  Before he could answer, his door whipped open. A tall, thin man, about my age, barged in and did a double take when he saw me.

  “Whoa!” he said, “I…uh…”

  He had shoulder length brown hair and an unkempt, graying mustache. He was not someone I would have done. He wasn’t from town, but he looked familiar.

  “Is your name Bernard?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Uh, I guess I walked in on something. I’m sorry.” he said backing away reluctantly. He was mesmerized by Danny’s beauty. Danny was still nude and lying on his side but half turned to face Bernard. His eyes traced Danny’s soft features from his lips to his gorgeously pumped chest to his narrow waist and stopped, of course, at his full, round ass.

  “I guess you’re a friend of Howard’s, too?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he said, gulping, “Howard said that there was a good ass here. That I could just come in and fuck it whenever I wanted.”

  Danny cringed and hid his head on my shoulder. He had to be way too sore. I reached down and put my fingers over his pretty hole to protect him.

  “He’s just been fucked for an hour,” I said. “You sure you want him now?”

  Bernard couldn’t stop staring at Danny’s rump. He was fingering his crotch with one hand. He literally licked his lips.

  “Well, what does he want?” Bernard asked, gesturing at Danny.

  Danny was wide-eyed and silent. He looked at me like it was my decision. I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to say no. I’d just ravaged him with my huge dick for an hour, and he was going to let this guy fuck his sore ass some more.

  It looked like it really was up to me. I let the silence linger. From the bulge in Bernard’s pants, it was obvious he had a punishing tool. Danny stared at me with a nervous expression, waiting to see what decision I would make. I figured he might as well learn his lesson while I was there to keep him safe.

  “Well,” I said matter-of-factly, “looks like he’s not saying no.”

  “Yeeeah!” Bernard said, exhaling in a cool whispery voice. His eyes narrowed and his face broke into a nasty smirk. He looked like he felt he’d just won a victory over Danny. I moved my hand back from Danny’s crack. Instantly two of Bernard’s fingers were probing Danny’s hole while he freed his cock from his pants with the other.

  “Yeeeah,” Bernard said again. I could tell Bernard didn’t care if Danny was sore. He was out to rough-fuck to his heart’s content. After all, I bet Howard had promised Bernard he’d get to do just that if he came here.

  “Just remember, I’m in charge here,” I warned. Bernard may have been my height, but I could outmuscle him. Danny looked at me, pleading. His eyes said “why are you letting this happen?” I gave him a stern look in return, trying to communicate “this is what happens to boys who can’t say no.”

  Bernard already held Danny’s ankles in the air. “I don’t have any condoms,” he announced, his dick pointed at Danny’s hole and closing fast.

  Danny bucked his legs free of Bernard’s hands. Good boy, I thought, he’s got some sense.

  I opened Danny’s night-table drawer and gruffly tossed a condom at Bernard. He was annoyed, but he put it on. He started massaging Danny’s upturned ass-ring just like I had. I felt a jealous tug.

  “Yeah! Oh my fucking God, yeah!” Bernard shouted the second he pushed deep into Danny. His eyes looked incredulous, like he’d just discovered gold. But I knew what he had discovered. Being in Danny’s ass was so much hotter than being in any other guy’s. It was so soft and welcoming and tight. I completely understood the incredible ecstasy I saw on Bernard’s face.

  Bernard’s rod was indeed massive, but I was pleased mine was even bigger and thicker. On his back on the edge of the bed, Danny did his best to pull his knees back to his shoulders and keep his ass still while Bernard stood with his hands behind his back taking long leisurely strokes in and out. Bernard’s head was tilted upward to heaven, a dreamy look of utter pleasure on his face.

  Danny’s face had a nervous, fearful expression as if he hoped Bernard would look down at his eyes and see Danny begging him to stop the pounding assault on his ass. But Danny’s stiff dick betrayed his true feelings. Danny involuntarily made his plaintive “unh” moan with each deep thrust. I felt jealous again. That was my moan. Still seeing Bernard’s dick rhythmically slam into Danny’s fantastic mounds made me hard again.

  “Now take him doggy-style,” I said, “It’s his favorite.” Danny turned to me in horror. I fixed him with an even stare. “All you have to do is say no,” I reminded him. Before he could respond, Bernard had flipped him over and began pumping him doggy. His moans had been real before, but now they were closer to cries.

  I looked at his small mouth as it opened wide with his moaning and anguished gasping. I positioned myself in front of him and started rubbing my erect member against his face. From previous experience I knew he wasn’t good at blowjobs. With his breath ragged and his head bobbing with each of Bernard’s thrusts, I knew this wasn’t a good time to give him a lesson. I just wanted Danny to know someone else might not want to wait for a turn in his ass and decide to take his mouth, regardless of how hard it was for Danny to breathe.

  “Yeah,” Bernard said “I’m conquering that ass. You’re losing that ass to me, boy. You’re losing. I’m winning.” he said, still pumping fast and even. Damn, that bastard Bernard turned me on. I wanted to be the one telling Danny those things. It was all I could do not to throw him out of the way and ram myself back inside Danny again.

  I watched Danny’s face as he looked fearfully over his shoulder, watching Bernard penetrate him. I noticed Danny’s eyelashes were wet. I gently reached under him, caressing his stomach and moving down to hold his privates. He was growing soft. I checked Bernard’s balls. He’d already been inside Danny for nearly thirty minutes, and he wasn’t even near coming yet. He pumped hard and fast, no signs
of tiring or getting bored.

  “Yeah, he said, “you’re losing that ass to me, boy. Losers like you get their asses fucked by guys like me, and there’s nothing you can do about it, boy.”

  “Give him a break,” I said. Bernard stopped pumping but stayed lodged deep inside.

  “What?” he said with a sneer, “you already had a turn.” We stared each other down. Danny was dripping with sweat and breathing hard. He looked at me intently while his ass was still arched up, compliant to Bernard’s deep penetration. He didn’t know who his master was.

  “He needs a break, damn it!” I barked. Bernard ignored me and started fucking Danny again. Danny bucked in protest. I went around the side of the bed and pushed Bernard out of Danny. “Get out of here!” I yelled.

  Danny collapsed onto his back, sucking in air. His young legs parted, seemingly automatically. Bernard’s dick was still rock hard. His gaze was fixed on Danny’s hole. He reached over and grabbed Danny’s ass fiercely, sticking his index finger inside.

  “I have just as much right to fuck this ass as you do,” he said to me.

  I couldn’t believe that statement. Neither of us had a “right.” Danny had a right not to get fucked. It was his decision. I looked at Danny’s sleek wet body. He’d been captured by the ass, and from the stirring of his dick it turned him on. I knew he was so sore he was in tears, but he still wasn’t saying no. He still hadn’t learned. Unbelievable.

  “You’re right, dude,” I said to Bernard, “You have every right to fuck that ass as much as you please. Get on with it and nail it.”

  Danny shot me another stunned look. I’d betrayed him again. I shrugged. It wasn’t my responsibility to keep Bernard’s dick from getting inside him. Simultaneously, Bernard threw Danny’s legs in the air and targeted his pucker with his tool yet again. Danny shook his head in disbelief as Bernard entered him with utter power. How could he still be under attack from this huge peen?

  Bernard’s thrusting was faster than it was before, and Danny was breaking. I had been so amazed at how passive Danny had been with his ass up until now. He had always let me fuck it as much and as hard as I wanted to, and he would be still and stay in position for me. But now he squirmed and wriggled, trying to get free of Bernard.

  “Yeah, boy. Just try to get away from my dick,” he said. And Danny did try. He whimpered. He gasped. There was no escape for his ass though, and it made my erection ache. I started stroking myself as Bernard kept up his endless pumping.

  “Yeah, I’m winning, boy,” Bernard said. “Yeah, I love chasing this ass.”

  Danny looked at me in desperation. His hard-on was still as stiff as possible. “All you have to do is say no, Danny,” I told him.

  Instead he struggled and twisted, Bernard started missing thrusts and having to re-penetrate.

  “Every time you do that, Ass Boy, I’m going to fuck you harder.”

  I decided I needed to help. “Don’t let him get you, Danny. Don’t let him win!”

  Bernard’s balls started rising. His animal-like grunts were thunderous. “I’m winning! I’m winning!” He howled as he came. Danny convulsed at the same time, shooting a huge load over his head as Bernard’s thrusts came to a standstill. “I won,” he said, exhausted. “You lost your ass to me.”

  Danny’s legs had stiffened in mid-air, and he couldn’t get them down without pain. He was still spread-open, ass in the air, vulnerable and available. I started massaging his calves to help them down.

  Somehow, Bernard still had a hard-on. He shook his head. “That was the most amazing ass I’ve ever had. I’ve never had such a good fuck.” He retrieved his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill on Danny’s nightstand.

  I handed it back. “He’s not like that,” I said.

  “You mean,” Bernard exclaimed, “I got that for free?” I nodded. “Damn!” he yelled, grabbing Danny by the hole again with one hand and his hard-on with the other.

  “No fucking way,” I said. I no longer cared if Danny wasn’t saying no. I made Bernard get dressed, then pushed him out of Danny’s apartment and slammed the door in his face. I stayed a while longer and held Danny, massaging his hole with a warm washcloth while he whimpered from his soreness.

  The next night I was back at the bar with Howard. I asked him just how many of his friends he’d told about Danny and his fantasies.

  “Well, let’s see. There’s you, there’s Fred and this guy, Bernard. Do you know him?”

  “Not very well until yesterday,” I said. “Why are you sharing your boyfriend with him?”

  “I owed Bernard a big favor. And Danny’s not my boyfriend. I met him online. He was dating a professor at Zayre who left for another school, so he hoped to meet another older guy. We just had one date and I tested him. I said, 'Before I date you I want to try out your ass first to see if you’re worth dating,’ and he gave it up to me right then and there. I don’t date guys who are that easy no matter how gorgeous they are,” Howard said.

  My dick stirred. “So you tricked him into giving up his ass and then told him you wouldn’t date him?”

  Howard stretched and scratched his chin absently. “Yeah, but I made sure he knew I’d be back to plow him any time I wanted,” he said.

  I knew we all had wanted to treat a Zayre boy just that way, but I gave Howard a disapproving look.

  Howard shrugged. “I know that sounds rude, but it turned him on. He wants to be used for his ass. These fantasies started forming in his head while we talked. You wouldn’t have met him if I hadn’t done that. Did you fuck him today?”

  “No, Howard, he had too much yesterday.”

  “Well, I got him today, man. He was walking out the door to go to class, and I made him turn around. I was all up inside him for a long while. Just as I was leaving, Bernard walked in.” Shit, I thought. Bernard got him again. I pictured Danny’s poor little hole getting pummeled again. It made me hard, but furious.

  “Howard, don’t tell another soul about Danny. Danny doesn’t say no, and Bernard is taking way too much advantage.”

  “Nah, I’m going to tell Karl. He’s been depressed about those idiot students wrecking his truck. He deserves to get some college ass.”

  My worry for Danny grew. “Don’t you fucking dare, Howard. Look, if you don’t want him to be your bottom, fine. I know he wants to be a slut, but he’s too sweet for his own good.”

  Howard shook his head. “Sorry, bud, but it’s because he’s that sweet his ass needs to belong to everyone.”

  That bothered me. “Don’t you think he needs protection? If you want to keep enjoying his hole, then maybe don’t advertise it.”

  “All right. All right. I won’t tell anyone else. Geez. But I can’t promise about Fred or Bernard.”

  “I bet I know where to find them.”

  I high-tailed it over to Danny’s apartment, but instead of finding Fred or Bernard in his ass, there was Karl having his way with Danny. Karl, a lanky African-American, was older than the rest of us by about ten years, probably almost sixty. He was a maintenance man on campus and had to put up with Zayre attitude his whole life. And he’d recently been run off the road by hot-rodding Zayre boys in an expensive sports car. They were obnoxious to all of us townies, but I could tell he relished getting revenge on some tight Zayre ass even more than the rest of us. He turned around when I came in, nodded hello, and went back to fucking Danny.

  “Looks like you got even more work to do, Zayre Boy,” he said to Danny, grinning. Karl was too tall for the bed. He’d lifted Danny’s ass and back off the sheets to meet the thrusts of his dick. Only Danny’s shoulders and head were supported by the mattress. I was impressed with how strong Karl was for his age, but that couldn’t have been good for Danny’s neck. He wasn’t struggling against Karl’s thick rod though. He just offered himself up and whimpered.

  “Am I hurting that poor little Zayre asshole?” Karl asked in an angry tone.

  “Yes, sir,” Danny answered. It was obvious he was being truthful
. His face was red with effort. He kept biting his finger to work through the soreness.

  “Isn’t that just too bad,” Karl said. He turned to me. “You like watching me pound this Zayre pussy?”

  “Hell, yeah,” I told him. I didn’t want to, but to be honest, I loved it. Danny tried to turn his head to me when he heard my voice, but he couldn’t in his current position. “Show him what little Zayre punks deserve, Karl. Ream that ass.” With a little more of that talk, Karl came hard, bellowing “Zayre ass! Zayre ass!” Sheepishly, he kissed Danny once, got dressed, and started to leave.

  “How’d you hear about this?” I said to Karl, indicating Danny.

  “Bernard,” he said.

  I figured as much. “Don’t tell anyone else, Karl.”

  “Bernard’s got a fifty and over club started for this boy. Anyone over—”

  “I get the picture,” I said. “Listen, Karl. The fewer people that know about it, the more times you’ll be able to pump his buns, got it?” Karl liked my logic and agreed to keep mum. Throughout our conversation, Danny kept his legs up.

  “Hey, Danny,” I said softly, “legs cramped or are you doing that so I can take a turn?”

  “Both,” he said. His eyes were sex-dazed and unfocused. I asked him who fucked him. He said Howard, Bernard, Fred and Karl like I figured. Fred was coming back later. I got up and locked his door.

  “To hell with Fred, Danny. If that ass gets fucked again today, it’s going to get fucked by me. Put your legs down.” Slowly he inched them down to the bed. I climbed into bed next to him and took his small muscular frame in my arms. He clung to me, like he was holding on for dear life. I reached down to fondle his ass ring that I was insane for. It was hot from all the friction. So were his reddened cheeks.

  “Did Karl spank you?”

  “Bernard,” he whispered.

  “Listen, Danny, you’re getting too much, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” he said, “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. You just owe me your ass then. You’ll pay up when you’re as horny as I am.”