True Face

 

 

“You really are getting a kick out of that. “Tucker stated. Damien’s eyes passed over the young man focusing on the flame as he lit his cigar. Damien had never been one to smoke before, but standing under the archway to Alpha Nu Fraternity, he looked hot. There was no other way to spin it. The muscles. Fresh haircut, sides faded. A light beard, no longer just stubble. The rolled back sleeves and slightly unbuttoned shirt showing off his body. The whole black attire from the shirt to the belt and pants were a look. Even his lighter matched the same shade as the igniting flame flickered. Tucker wanted to fuck him.
 
“I like the taste,” Damien finally answered, letting smoke fly out his mouth, carried off by the gentle night air.  Behind them, in the frat house, a party unlike the normal ragers continued on.  There were no beers or kegs, rather fancy wines and champagnes. Men, young and old, talking and drifting about inside. Students and Alumni. Damien turned away from the house looking into the quiet neighborhood.
 
Tucker’s throat bobbed as he swallowed his spit watching it. Alumni Night was one of the most important for Alpha Nu. All about schmoozing and letting the upperclassmen suck up to their former brothers. Tucker wasn’t interested in that though
 
Damien was not just the typical, successful alum. He wasn’t an alumnus at all. At least he hadn’t been. 

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Tucker and Damien had been best friends. The dude had heart eyes for Damien since way back. They did everything together. Studied. Sports. Even pledging to Alpha Nu. Maybe that had been their mistake. Damien wasn’t the typical kind of guy at the frat. There was an open sweetness and softness to him, enhanced by his youthful qualities. Despite his well-trained body from years of sports, he had big doe eyes and a baby face. Made Tucker extra protective of him. Which of course made his crush even worse. Tucker wanted to drive his cock deep into Damien’s ass and also take the deepest squat onto Damien’s cock. 
 
The frat boys however made no effort to hide they thought Damien was weak, or that they only accepted him as a pledge to laugh at him. Only to be surprised when he kept passing all their tests. 
 
Damien’s personality certainly exuded a virginal quality. But innocence and perceived innocence were two different things. There had been rumors, back in school, about Damien being a pussy hound. Stories of him unloading in girls causing a wave of pregnancy scares. But never any definitive proof. No one who mentioned him in daylight or threw flak his way. Though, Tucker had seen the cock that had birthed all the rumors many times. Indeed, there was a wood log pretending to be a cock attached to his best friend’s crotch. And it had been true that one day, Damien seemed less ashamed, a good portion of his body was between his legs. Tucker knew damn well Damien was into women.
 
Without that knowledge though, people let their own fictions run wild. If Damien and a girl disappeared off together, it could never be because he was having sex with them. Tucker didn’t know if Damien had sex, but even he wasn’t dumb enough to infantilize Damien's possible desire of sex. Damien’s face left other dudes so unassuming. Tucker didn’t see how. Did guys think Damien was going off to play with toys in his bedroom, just because of his face?
 
When the guys at the frat, learned about Damien’s cock, during a naked hazing race in the woods. Their whole attitude changed. They became less aggressive to them. Vulnerability was a liability when performing masculinity. They had automatically deemed Damien as a pussy when they saw his face and a stud when they saw his cock. 
 
“Holy shit dude! I think this freshman stole his dad’s cock!”
 
“No way he took that from a meat market.” 
 
They had things to say about it for days on end. Jokes to no end. If Tucker had one complaint no one really appreciated all the work Damien put into his ass. The meat and beans fell into all the right places.  But the frat would come to learn a lesson in underestimating. 
 
Tucker dragged Damien back to their dorm after another grueling initiation. Both had small scrapes, and a few dirt marks dirt but only Damien was completely wasted. An arm around Tucker’s neck, most of Damien’s body weight rested on Tucker’s back, footsteps following Tucker’s lead. The hall was empty, past midnight and the student check-in at the front didn’t care to ask questions. Just one judging look then back to her book.
 
“How was I out there?” Damien asked, whispering into Tucker’s ear.
 
“You were fine.” Tucker answered.
 
“Really? That’s not what this says,” Damien reached over and cupped Tucker’s hard cock shaking it. “I think you were impressed.”
 
“Ah,” Tucker slapped his hand away. “Okay maybe you had some moves”
 
“Did you like looking at my ass, while playing drunk football?” Damien kissed Tucker’s neck. Tucker released a moan. When drunk Damien was a mixture of chaos and horny. He knew Tucker was gay had all the intentions of teasing him. “It’s okay I like when you look at my ass.”
 
Tucker huffed, annoyed, “As if you ever notice. You seemed more interested in the frat’s girlfriends eyeing you.”  The words came out truer than he meant.
 
“AW, is my Tucker jealous?” Damien clutched his arm around Tucker’s neck tighter, “Don’t be there’s a sea of girls but only one of you.”  He nuzzled Tucker’ face. “Actually, I got to be honest with you… I already fucked Joel’s girl. Steve’s too,” He giggled.
 
That got Tucker to freeze, “You fucked the president’s and vice president’s girlfriends, are you nuts?!” Damien had never once shared anything about his sexual life with Tucker and the first time he did it was to signal his death warrant.
 
“Not my fault, they saw me lounging around and thought I was someone’s younger brother. Didn’t think that when I had them both naked in bed though.” Damien wriggled his eyebrows before he started at Tucker and frowned. “Are you crying, Tuck?”
 
“No.” Tucker turned his head away.
 
For all the misconceptions about Damien, because Tucker was a little taller and more solidly built no one would have ever correctly assessed the truth about him. A soft-hearted good boy cursed with the body of a fuck boy.
 
“You are, hey, hey” Damien gently grabbed Tucker’s face “I didn’t mean to make you cry just wanted to bro out with you.” Then he shoved his hand into Tucker’s pants. Let me make it up to you.” He stroked Tucker’s cock. His actions under Tucker’s thin shorts beyond clear in the empty hall. 
 
Tucker couldn’t muster the energy to pull away because he was on cloud nine. Damien’s touch had all of Tucker's nerves dancing to his command. His cock loved the soft touch of Damien’s hands but the rough jerking. He bit his lip, only ashamed he hadn’t made it back to the room in time for this.  “Dude I’m gonna—
 
“Go ahead, bust that nut.” Damien stated.
 
The permission was all Tucker needed before his cock surrendered his load. Tucker's hips bucked repeatedly as Damien continued to stroke him dry. Damien finally released Tucker's cock and pulled his cum soaked hand out of Tucker’s shorts. 
 
Damien stared at the white globs, before licking it up. 
 
Surprise didn’t even cover how Tucker felt. He had never seen Damien in such a horny mood. Whatever was in the beer, worked too well on Damien. “You want me to fuck you?” Damien asked. “Sorry, I would offer my ass if I hadn’t drained your cock.” He gave a chuckle. 
 
Once Tucker got them both in the room, a soberness descended over Damien as he pulled his pants down. His cock popped out rock hard as he pushed Tucker back on his bed. Tucker grabbed his lube, but Damien snatched it out his hands, coating it all over his cock. Then Damien slowly worked his cock in, opening Tucker, both of their faces inches from each other. Tucker was amazed at his ability to take all of the cock as his hole trembled against Damien’s length, Damien’s balls resting on his ass cheeks.
 
“You’re fucking tight man.” Damien complimented. “Better than any of the frat bros’ girls.” He then pulled most of his cock out with a twist in his hips, then jammed it back in all at once. “You always wanted my cock this badly?”
 
“Fuck yes.” The words spilled out from Tucker's mouth as Damien grinded his hips intentionally. Damien was more than just good at it. Alcohol was strong on his breath, and his stroke game didn’t falter once. Damien grabbed Tucker’s left hand and slammed it on his ass, encouraging his best friend to take a firm grip of the muscle that was causing his mind to melt.
 
“Shit.” Damien announced angrily, “I’m about to cum.” He gave a few more quick thrusts, but just as he went to pull out, Tucker wrapped his legs around Damien’s keeping him from moving.
 
“Can you cum in me? I want to feel what it’s like…when you do it.” Tucker asked. 
 
Damien’s eyes went wide before he shouted, “OH FUCK!” His body trembled, cock deep in Tucker, as his balls emptied. 
 
On Tucker’s end, he felt the warmth of Damien’s DNA rushing inside him. The cock was still pulsing, sending Damien’s sperm deeper. Damien’s leaner body collapsed onto Tucker’s, both breathing heavy. They laid there for a while, as Damien wrapped his arms around Tucker’s neck. There was nothing like listening to Damien’s heartbeat find stasis. Tucker patted his friend’s back, “Come on Romeo, let’s get you to bed.”
 
“I don’t want to, let me stay here.” Damien, eyes closed, snuggled Tucker tighter. 
 
Tucker rolled his eyes, letting Damien have his way. That damn face. Then he managed to get them both under his covers. “Fine, but we will be talking about this tomorrow.”
 
Damien kissed Tucker on the lips, then was out like a light snoring peacefully. Tucker watched his friend sleep, astounded that angelic face had just taken ownership over his ass. If the girls were getting it that good all the time they were so lucky. Who would ever believe someone with Damein’s looks could do that in bed?  Tucker counted himself lucky he wasn't a girl or else Damien’s load would have surely knocked him up. His best friend wasn’t a fucking pup; the young man was a wolf. 

Tucker returned the snuggle.
 
A BANG at the door woke Tucker up. The sky was still dark. There were more loud knocks. Tucker got up out of bed, groaning as he had to pull away from Damien. He had managed to strip them down both of their underwear to sleep more peacefully, but his cock was raring to go again. 
 
He answered the door, rubbing his eyes, cock tenting his boxers, only to find a very angry Joe and Steve. Behind them were a few other frat brothers all with scowls. Tucker's mind, not quite caught up, wondered if they were mad at him. Before he could ask the brothers stormed inside his room, grabbing Tucker by the arms.
 
“What the hell?” Tucker said as the frat brothers ignored him.
 
Joe and Steve rudely woke up Damien, forcing him out of bed and onto his knees. The dorm wasn’t the most spacious, and with a handful of jacked dudes made it even more cramped.
 
“Wha…what’s happening.” Damien started to wake up, seeing Tucker grappled off to the side. Three other brothers forced him to his knees, planting him there.
 
“What’s happening?” Joe spat his words and had a sneer Tucker had never seen before. He was loud and bombastic, but never cruel. The backwards caps he wore, and the loose tanks always contributed to a party animal vibe. But tonight the animal was wild. “You’ve been fucking our girls!”
 
Steve was typically a stoic blond delight. Spewing words of wisdom for the underclass men, but tonight his face was a crimson red. “We got a fox in the hen house, boys. Or should I say a cuckoo chilling in our nest?” Steve turned to Tucker, “Our boy here has been sticking his dick in all the frat’s girls. You should probably check with your girl too, Tuck. Can’t trust a snake like this.” 
 
“Sorry to wake you at night,” Joe said to Tucker, “but this had to be handled immediately.”
 
Joe squatted down Damien’s level, gripping his chin. “This baby face of yours lets you get away with a lot of shit, doesn’t it? You feel like a little bro to us, but with that cock you only had bad intentions."
 
“You think you’re better than us because of your dick?” Steve threw in, “You’re a fuck boy with a baby face.” A cruel smile came on his lips as he shook his head. “It’s time your outside matches your insides.”
 
“Had you been accepted as a brother you would have learned this, and usually it’s a fun thing we do. But this is going to be permanent. Don’t worry, we'll still have you.” Then with no fanfare, Joe swiped a cigar from his pocket and stuck it right in Damien’s mouth. There was a lighter, then a quick flame. Smoke puffed up Damien’s cheeks, until Joe plucked the cigar from his mouth.
 
Damien coughed as smoke poured out of his mouth. His back hunched, hands slamming on the ground in front of him, catching his body as he was released. The boy’s body bucked, as the coughs continued. Each one got deeper than the last. Fingers began to pop and stretch. Only Tucker was surprised as his best friend began to grow taller in their dorm room. Every second there was more of Damien to look at. His back became huge, widening and pushing out his shoulder. Anatomy becoming visible the more muscular he got. Then, Damien’s ass blew out his boxer briefs, popping out the back like fresh biscuits. Damien raised his upper body off the floor, moaning, arms sprawled out, stretching horizontally. All the muscles he had were getting thicker and heavier. Nowhere was that more apparent than when biceps and triceps bulks as his pecs bawled out several times larger, even his abs were reforming, adding another layer. 
 
Damien’s eyes found Tucker’s. Tucker immediately tried to go for him; he needed to protect him. Save him. But the frat formed a wall keeping him back. 
 
“Don’t be fooled man.” Steve added. “He’s about to lose his pull.”
 
The change had made Damien break out in a sweat. He moaned even louder as the bones in his face shifted. His jaw became sharper. Cheeks less puffy. Head more angular. Every boyish feature was under a brutal attack by a wave of masculinity. That’s when the beard grew in as if to finalize everything. Damien's signature cock snapped out the front of his underwear, the same oversized dick but now joined with two massive thighs. Cum blasted out of his balls as he dumped what seemed to be gallons all over the dorm room carpet.
 
“Fuck yeah man, nut that little guy out. This is you now.” Steve smirked, patting his frat brothers on the back. Damien fell forward, collapsed in his own pile of cum, older, naked and an entirely new man.
 
Tucker stood stunned at Damien, now older than all of them. 
 
Joe patted the freshman’s back, “Don’t worry, we’re not going to leave you with this dick head. He’s an alumnus now which means our responsibility.” The president nodded his head, and the young men collect Damien’s nude body and dragged him out, leaving Tucker alone.
 
Pledging came to an end, and Tucker was indeed accepted as a brother. The frat brothers were convinced Tucker was a victim and if not soon to be whenever he got a girl. He tried to find out what happened to Damien, but everyone was tight lipped until Alumni Night. There, President Joe was more than happy to introduce a former brother who was making a donation: Damien. Damien walked up dressed in all black. His face and outfit said two things: hot and dangerous. No more hiding behind a baby face. Only a blind person could be fooled by whatever nonsense followed him. Damien’s eyes found him and there was no recognition. Whatever the frat had done had been beyond physical.

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“Soooo, did you want something?” Damien released a puff of smoke, looking at Tucker, both alone outside. 

Tucker didn’t know what to say. Was there a phrase he could use to turn Damien back? All he managed to choke out was, a weak “You.” He wanted his best friend back.
 
A silence filled the air. Damien took a look around, cautious. Then squinted his eyes. “I don’t fuck around with frat boys.”
 
“Do you prefer their girlfriends?” Tucker asked and accused.
 
Damien’s eyebrows raised, before rolling his eyes. “Nah, the girls don’t flock to me like they used to back in college.” He blew smoke out of his mouth. His hand palmed over his crotch, “They see this face and big cock and run the other way.” He shook his head.
 
“I could help with that.”
 
“You don’t know when to quit, do you, kid?” Damien smirked. Reaching out he grabbed Tucker's hand and lead them away from the house further into the dark. Their hands meshed perfectly well.  Damien got them behind a tree and unbuckled his pants, fishing out his 9 incher, “Okay then get to work. Got a week’s load since the ladies haven’t been giving it up.”
 
Tucker slowly dropped to his knees. Damien’s cock throbbing before him. The young man wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had fantasies, but absolutely zero skills. He had always envisioned their first times more romantic? Opening his mouth, he shoved the fat cock head inside before moving to the shaft. Next thing Tucker knew there was a shove on the back of his head, and the cock was fully in his throat choking him. Tucker’s nose was smashed into chocolate pubes.
 
“Not quite used to cock are you, boy?” Damien smirked and released Tucker’s head. Tucker came off with a slimy coat of his saliva on Damien’s cock. “But you can’t stop because you like big cocks?” Tucker rubbed at this throat and shot a glare at Damien. The man paused, no longer bringing the cigar back to his mouth, analyzing the look, “Or maybe…you just like my big dick?” That made Tucker’s face soften. Then, tenderly, Damien pushed Tucker’s face back into his pubes, playing with the young man’s hair. Tucker took a deep whiff, no longer fighting for his life. Sweat, ball musk, and something uniquely Damien. Nuzzling it, Tucker went further in tongue coming out to lap up Damien’s balls. The big cock throbbed against his face, leaving a wet mark.
 
“Daaaammmmiieennn.” Tucker moaned. He went back to licking the shaft as Damien grinded against his face.
 
The man’s cock jerked strongly in response. He liked hearing it. His face frowned though, “Dudes don’t usually do it for me like this.” He sucked his teeth, “You take dick too?” He asked.
 
“Uhhh—
 
“What am I saying? You’re a frat boy, hitting on an alumni, course you do.” Damien answered himself. He put out his cigar, then helped Tucker stand before swapping positions with the young man. Damien leaned Tucker towards the tree, pulling down the young man’s pants. With a slam of his hips, Damien pushed inside Tucker. 
 
Tucker released a groan of pain that morphed into a moan the longer Damien stayed there. Nothing was said before Damien placed his head on Tucker’s back. “You’re ass…it’s still so tight, Tuck.” Tucker’s heart fluttered.
 
“You remember?”
 
“I–I don’t forget an ass I tap.” Damien said, head still down on Tucker’s back. “And your ass…never felt anything like it.”  His hands rested on Tucker’s hips as he thrusted forward. “My mind’s lighting up, man.” Tucker was pushed into the bark as Damien fucked him in earnest.
 
Mind melting, Tucker felt his ass get rearranged. The slam of Damien’s hips never stopped. The sound itself was hypnotic, making time fade for Tucker. No telling how long it had been. 5 minutes? 30 minutes? There were fleshlights and then there was whatever Tucker had been turned into for Damien’s pleasure. Damien pressed their bodies flush, pinning Tucker's chest to the bark. Hidden in the dark, no neighbors or frat boys came to find them. Tucker began to drool floating to cloud nine.
 
“FUUUCCKKKK,” a low moan, then a grunt escaped Damien's mouth as one strong thrust sent his next generation pouring into his best friend’s ass. “Take my kids, Tuck.” as his cock continued to twitch, balls emptying. 
 
Tucker’s ass spasmed at the request, then his own cock began to fire away hands-free. He had to be muffled, Damien’s large palm cupping his mouth, as Tucker’s body convulsed in a way Damien had never seen before. Tucker was crashing back to earth in the best way possible as the question was a conformation of reality. 
 
“Trying to get us caught, Tuck?” He asked seductively, the two of them still in the midst of dumping seed. When they finally finished their come down Tucker pulled out. “Way to bring me back, with your unforgettable ass man.” Damien laughed, slapping Tucker's ass cheeks, which then sputtered cum out of his leaking hole in return.  “Oh shit.” Damien bent down, inspecting the pounding he had just given. He hadn’t meant to go so hard on poor Tuck. 
 
Stepping back from the tree, Tucker almost fell, legs weak, but thankfully Damien jolted up to support him. Tucker saw Damien's face. Slightly worried but also satisfied from a job well done. A not so hidden grin on the older man’s lips. The true result of what the frat had done. Damien could no longer hide the fact he was a fuck monster.  Damien’s next words of “You, okay?” were also ‘Yeah, I fucking did this to you,’ a self-satisfaction. The face was different. So much more capable than it looked before. But Tucker always knew who Damien was. Didn’t change anything for him. He leaned forward and kissed Damien. Sparks. A flame. Fireworks. Call it whatever, something ignited between the two.
 
“Wait,” Damien calmly set a hand on Tucker’s chest, stopping. “” I owe you something, right?” he winked, before yanking down his pants and leaning on the tree to present his own ass to Tucker.  
 
Patiently, cock throbbing, Tucker approached the waiting large ass. The two lined themselves up then let Tucker’s cock slide and sink between Damien’s globes. 
 
“Damn….” Tucker threw his head back in pleasure as his cock vanished in Damien’s depths. If his best friend was straight, where had Tucker's cock just gone? It went in like butter. Was that a ‘gift’ of the frat shenanigans? Making Damien’s ass easy to slip into. 
 
“Fuck man,” Damien’s thunder thighs shook as he got bottomed out. 
 
Tucker, not quite the sex savant his friend was, stood there, feeling the grip of Damien’s insides on him. Giving into passion, Tucker let his hands explore Damien’s body, unbuttoning the man’s shirt to roam all over his hairy chest. Tuck began to fuck, copying the moves Damien had done on him. Damien’s ass could have been bruising Tucker’s thighs, but he was too forgone to care. He gave a tried-and-true attempt, but after several minutes, his cock was ready. He didn’t have the stamina Damien had built up over the years.
 
“I...gotta…cum.” Tucker panted out.
 
“Go ahead. You know where to put it. Just try not to get me pregnant bro.” Damien said, teasing Tucker. The statement was kryptonite and catnip for Tucker’s sensibilities as his eyes rolled back. The idea of breeding Damien, any Damien but especially the manly version, against a tree was too much to take. Trying to envision a future where they could make kids from it was fantasy on crack. Tucker released a howl as if praising the moon. His cum deposited deep into Damien. Then his body just gave out. Drained. 
 
While dressing back up, Tucker saw Damien still had cum dripping from his cock and had added an even larger splotch over the tree’s bark. This time it was Damien, who had to support Tucker as they headed back to the party, Tuck’s legs extremely wobbly.
 
There was a warm smile on Tucker’s face as he watched the stud easily help him back. “Damien, I love you.” The words flowed freely.
 
“Heh, yeah I got that when you nutted up my ass in 2 minutes.” Damien’s smile back was cocky. 
 
“It wasn’t that quick,” Tucker huffed, playfully. Then his tone became serious again, “No, I mean beyond that. I love you. So much.”
 
“What?” Damien’s cockiness faded as a blush took up residence. “Still? Why? I mean look at me.”
 
“Yeah, look at you.” Tucker joked back.
 
“That’s not what I meant.” Damien answered. “The way the guys made me look. It’s not exactly the marrying type. More the fuck around type.” 
 
It was Tucker's turn to blush, “Who said anything about marriage?”
 
“Tuck, even I’m not that obtuse. If we dated, I know where you’d probably want to end up with me. Give me some credit.”
 
“If that did happen…would that be so bad?”
 
Damien let out a sigh, “Not being able to bury some dick in some pussy, because of the looks the frat gave me is fucked, BUTTTT If you’re willing to be with a guy like me, maybe I can make an exception. Your ass is remarkable after all.”
 
“Ha!” Tucker laughed. “They matched your looks to who you are, but I already knew who you were.” Tucker’s hand gestured towards Damien’s body. “This fuck machine who likes to go around breeding, even in the woods if he has to get his nut out.”
 
“Well, shit you got me right? You sure you fell in love with a guy like that?”
 
“Okay, maybe the baby face helped a little.”  The two then laughed, walking on.
 
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Tucker had it made. He was like a spy, living in the frat house, while simultaneously having a room at his boyfriend's house. Not his fault the frat brothers turned Damien into a rich alumnus, but he certainly got the benefits. Like getting to fuck off for days at a time to have a huge house to him and Damien. 
 
And Damien what an absolute visual man-whore. His body was certainly a warning to women everywhere. In the light of day he was even more tempting, doubly so the more of his clothes that came off. His indoor pool was a great excuse for that. He’d come out in a speedo, purposely, arousing Tucker. Women wouldn’t respond well, but Tucker certainly wanted to devour him no questions asked. And at some point, Damien did truly begin to revel in his audience of one.
 
Tucker could sit back and drink in, his friend’s truest self.