Three Claims Ch. 02

AN: Special thanks to yumacd for willing to be a beta reader and editor, for giving good advice on publishing schedule! I appreciate everyone's patience! Your comments mean a lot to me <3

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Saturday night finally arrived and the well-anticipated party was taking place.

Calum, Dean, Sara, and their friends made their way to the Alpha Chi frat house. They were actually among the first ones to arrive but it was already pretty crowded; at least compared to some other parties Calum had attended before. The Alpha Chi frat definitely had earned its reputation for throwing the biggest parties.

When they entered the house, the place was packed with bodies grinding on the large living-room-turned-dancefloor and red cups being passed around freely. Calum clung to Dean's arm, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the 'festivities'.

Sara grabbed a couple of beers from a mini-cooler in the corner and handed them out to her friends. "Let's find a spot to chill," she shouted over the music and led the group towards a nearby couch.

As they settled in, Calum couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. His eyes scanned the scene until they landed on a familiar face across the crowded room. It was the one person he so badly wanted to forget that weekend; Alan. The jock was surrounded by his friends and a few frat brothers, and unfortunately for Calum, the jock had his eyes locked on him.

Calum didn't want to admit this to anyone, yet, but Alan looked devastatingly handsome tonight in his backwards cap, a fully unbuttoned flannel shirt which revealed his big toned chest and sixpack abs, and a pair of sweatpants that clung to his hips. The arrogant jock exuded such raw masculine sex appeal that speak to the twink, even after Calum tried so hard to ignore it.

Calum's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of the jock. He hated himself for it, but the attraction he felt was undeniable. It was made worse with the VERY obvious fact that the attraction was very much mutual, judging from the way Alan looked at him. His gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving Calum's face as he took a long swig from his beer bottle.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" Dean asked after noticing his boyfriend's distraction. "You okay?"

Dean's voice snapped Calum's gaze away from Alan. "Oh... yeah, I'm fine. It's just... just hot in here," he lied, fanning himself with his hand.

In just the next few minutes, more people had already poured into the house. Before long, the party was already going hard. Calum tried to push thoughts of Alan out of his mind and focus on having fun with his friends. They danced, laughed, and drank.

Dean, in particular, seemed determined to let loose. He downed shot after shot, his inhibitions lowering with each passing minute. "I've needed this," he slurred, pulling Calum onto the dance floor. "This month has been hell."

Calum danced with him, keeping a watchful eye on his boyfriend's growing intoxication. He loved seeing Dean happy and carefree, but he also knew his limits. However, Dean's drinking was particularly concerning that night. He knew Dean had had some stressful weeks on campus with some of the courses assignments, and Dean was simply letting go.

Meanwhile, Alan watched the couple from across the room. He couldn't stand the sight of Calum dancing with someone else, even if it was his own boyfriend. It didn't help that Dean seemed to have lost a bit of his standing already. If Alan were in his position, he would have already had Calum pressed against a corner somewhere, making out hotly with the gorgeous man.

The party went on, but as they just started to get lit, Dean's drinking caught up with him. He stumbled, his words becoming incomprehensible, his eyes glassy. Calum found himself having to hold him up.

"Okay, time to get him home," Calum said.

Calum wrapped an arm around Dean's waist to support him. He made a hint to Sara and their other friend, Dennis, for help. They each took either of Dean's side, and together, they half-carried, half-dragged him out of the frat house.

Alan watched them leave carrying the drunk man out of the house. His jaw clenched. He wanted to go after Calum to make sure the boy wouldn't leave the party but he knew it would only cause more problems. So instead, he stayed behind feeling frustrated. Fuck. He had missed his chance. His friend had invited Dean to the party so Alan could approach Calum later. Alan had every intention of waiting for the right moment to approach the gorgeous twink later but the night was just barely getting started and Calum already had to leave.

"Stupid Dean," he mumbled to himself.

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Back at Dean's dorm, Calum and his friends struggled to get the barely conscious man into bed. Calum gently removed Dean's shoes and jacket, tucking him under a blanket. He sat beside Dean, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

Dean mumbled some gibberish incoherently before finally passing out completely. Calum watched him for a moment with a frown. He hated seeing Dean like this, but at this point there was nothing else he could do.

"Alright, let him sleep it off," Sara placed a gentle hand on Calum's shoulder. "He'll be okay, Calum. We can check on him again later."

Dennis chimed in rather excitedly. "The night is still young, guys. What do you say we head back to the party? It's not every day we get to let loose like this."

Calum hesitated for a moment but looking at Dean's peaceful, vastly-sleeping face, he knew his boyfriend would be okay with him having fun.

"Okay, let's go."

The trio left Dean's dorm. after Calum spent one last second looking at the bed where Dean was sleeping to make sure he was fine, and they walked back to the Alpha Chi house.

They were once again surrounded by the loud music and the ever-growing crowd. They made their way to the dance floor, losing themselves in the music. Their worries, especially Calum's, about Dean was quickly put to the back of their minds as they drank and danced.

In just a few minutes, Calum found himself back jumping stupidly to the music. Sara and Dennis cheered on him, their laughter spurring him on. They would grab shots from a passing tray, downing them quickly before continuing their dumb dance-off.

Standing on another corner of the house, Alan was surprised to see Calum back at the party. He saw the man he'd been lusting over for weeks having fun with his friends, and this time Alan didn't see Dean anywhere close. Alan's heart pumped fast. With the twink having returned to the party, and without his boyfriend to distract him, he knew he couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Alan watched Calum's every move. The blonde twink was a vision, his hot tight body swaying to the music, his soft-looking hair bouncing with each step. Alan felt his pants grow tight. He couldn't wait too long for another moment to seduce Calum.

The crowd had gone bigger and wilder with more and more people stepping on to the dance floor to have fun. Calum didn't realize until it was too late that he had lost track of his friends. He spun around, trying to locate them in the crowd, but he couldn't find them anywhere near him. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, and a familiar deep voice sent shivers down his spine.

"You look lost, pretty boy," Alan's breath was hot against Calum's ear. "Looking for someone?"

Calum turned around, and found his back pressing against the wall with Alan towering over him. The blonde's heart raced, his mouth suddenly dry. "I- I was just... I lost my friends," he stammered.

Alan smirked, placing a hand on the wall beside Calum's head, caging him in. "Well, I'm right here and I think I can make your night a lot more..."

"I don't need you to make my night more anything," he snapped, trying to sound confident despite the flutter in his stomach. He ducked under Alan's arm, putting some distance between them. He crossed his arms over his chest.

Alan was unaffected. His eyes trailed over Calum's body, looking the twink up and down. The blonde's outfit of jeans and a white t-shirt was simple and, dare he say, basic. But still, Calum looked utterly gorgeous and delicious in them. Alan's imagination ran wild, wondering what Calum must have looked like underneath those clothes.

"You're cute when you're trying to look tough," Alan said, his smirk never faltering. "But I think we both know the truth. You're curious, Calum. I see the way you look at me."

Calum's cheeks flushed, and he looked away. Alan's confidence was weirdly intimidating and Calum couldn't help but feel himself getting pulled in. Still, he had to convince him that he was uninterested.

"You keep saying that but I'm not curious," he insisted, but his voice lacked conviction.

Alan chuckled and took a step closer. His hands hovered over Calum's hips, his fingers twitching with the urge to grab and pull the blonde closer. They were so close but not yet touching. The teasing non proximity made the twink shudder even more than if Alan had just grabbed him. Alan slowly leaned down, his lips brushing against Calum's ear as he spoke.

"You're definitely curious," Alan's deep voice rang in Calum's ear, making the twink shiver. He continued, "You are curious... about my size, my stamina... it's written all over your face. I bet you're imagining what it would feel like, aren't you?"

Calum's body tensed at Alan's words. His first instinct was to open his mouth and deny it, but tried as hard as he could he couldn't form the right honest words to respond to the accusation. No sound came out. Alan was right. Calum was curious, despite his best efforts to ignore the thoughts flying to his head; dirty thoughts. About Alan.

Alan's fingers lightly brushed against the waistband of Calum's shorts. "I can show you," he whispered, his lips barely grazing Calum's jaw. He pulled back a bit to look directly at Calum's eyes.

With a confident smirk Alan pulled his hand up, showing his open palm to Calum. "Five hours, baby," he repeated his claim from before. It was a confidence that shouldn't have come from someone who was just bullshitting their way into someone else's pants. "That's what I can give you. Five hours of pure ecstasy. Trust me, baby. It will be the best sex of your life."

Calum's body shuddered at the thought. He couldn't stop the images from filling his mind. His breath was getting short and even his knees had started to shake and weaken just from thinking about it. Alan's claim was outrageous, unrealistic even... and yet, a part of him was telling him that Alan was telling the truth. He shook his head, trying to clear his head from the thoughts of Alan's... claims.

In front of Alan, Calum closed his eyes for a moment to find his voice. "That's... that's not what I'm interested in," Calum said. He opened his eyes and lifted his chin, meeting Alan's gaze with a challenge. "I'm not into ego-fuckers."

The moment the words came out from Calum's mouth, Alan's brow furrowed, confusion clearly painted on his face. "Ego-fucker? What the hell is that?"

Calum rolled his eyes, his arms tightening across his chest. "You know, someone who fucks using their ego," he explained sarcastically. "They fuck rough and long, just to prove they can. You know, to prove how big and strong they are. Just so they can brag to everyone that they are such a tough kinky sex God when in reality they don't care about their bottom's pleasure, only their own. They just want to stroke their ego."

Alan's expression shifted and for a few seconds Calum was surprised to see how hurt he looked. "Is that what you think I am?" Alan growled. "You think I'm some selfish prick who only cares about himself?"

Calum refused to be intimidated and held his ground. "Aren't you?" he challenged, his blue eyes flashing wildly. "You've been throwing claims about your size and stamina in my face all night. All the last few weeks, actually. Sounds pretty ego-driven to me. Even if by chance you can actually fuck for that long, and you actually have an enormous dick, which I repeat is impossible, it's useless when your bottoms aren't having a good time."

For a moment, Calum felt confident that he had successfully put the arrogant jock in his place, especially with the way Alan's expression shifted until it looked like he might explode with rage.

Then Alan suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

"HAHAHAHA."

Alan's laughter loudly echoed through the crowded house, drawing curious glances from nearby partygoers. He wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. "Oh, Calum," he shook his head. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

He leaned in closer until his face was inches away from Calum's. "I'm not an ego-fucker or whatever that is," he said confidently. "People love having sex with me. I know how to make my partners feel good. Really good. I'm not just a show-off."

Calum's confidence was short-lived as Alan's words once again sent a shiver down his spine, and he could feel his resolve weakening.

"I... I don't believe you."

Alan could sense Calum's hesitation. "I'd love to prove it. Let me show you," he said, his hand sliding up Calum's ass.

Calum's eyes widened at Alan's bold move. He gasped and slapped Alan's hand away. "You wish," he snarled.

With a huff, Calum turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Alan standing alone in the corner. He made his way to the table, grabbed a plastic cup and filled it up with beer. He quickly downed it in one go, the taste burning his throat

For some reason, tonight, Calum found himself feeling a surge of confidence he hadn't expected replacing the usual feeling of annoyance at being the center of Alan's attention. He didn't even realize just how much Alan's relentless pursuit of him had affected his body. He moved back to the dance floor and started to dance. He told himself he just needed to have fun so he could forget about Alan, but Alan's presence remained at the front of his mind. He knew Alan was watching him. He could see it from the corner of his eye: Alan's eyes undressing him and instead of it stopping him, Calum continued to move.

His feelings were right. Alan watched from afar, his eyes never leaving Calum's figure. Every time the blonde twink glanced over at Alan, he saw the jock's eyes on him, watching his every move.

It was intoxicating, knowing that he had Alan's attention, that he could drive the cocky jock crazy with desire. Calum leaned into it, putting extra sway in his hips, arching his back in ways that accentuated his slender figure even in what was supposed to be un-revealing clothes.

Alan's fists clenched, his jaw tight. Seeing Calum dancing freely on the floor like this, he wanted nothing more than to march over there, throw Calum over his shoulder, and carry him off to somewhere private. But he didn't want to scare the blonde off. He knew he had to try one more time to charm the pants off the blonde twink. Alan couldn't take it anymore. The sight of Calum made Alan's mouth water, and nearly drove him to madness. With a tight growl, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards the sexy twink.

Calum's found his heart pounding as he saw Alan approaching, his shirt unbuttoned and his chiseled chest in full-view. But his body was still moving... teasing the jock instead of running away. The tall stud moved with a confident swagger, his eyes locked onto him. Alan didn't hesitate this time. He stepped in close, pressing his body against Calum's and joined in as they began to move to the rhythm of the music together.

Even with his body anticipating it, Calum still gasped at the sudden contact. His hands instinctively gripped Alan's bare shoulders. He could feel the heat radiating off the jock's skin, the hardness of his muscles beneath his fingertips. Alan's hands settled on Calum's hips, his touch more firm and possessive on the small slender frame.

For a moment, Calum's mind flashed back to Dean. The alcohol in his system and the heat of Alan's strong body moving against his own quickly pushed away his hesitation. He surrendered to the rhythm, letting his hips sway and grind against Alan's.

Alan's hands found their way sliding down to Calum's ass, cupping and squeezing the firm globes. He pulled the blonde closer, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Calum's hands roamed over Alan's chest, his fingers tracing the defined lines of the jock's abs while the jock was happily groping his small-but-fat ass.

"You feel so fucking good," Alan grunted tightly. "I want to take you upstairs and make you scream."

Calum shivered, a moan escaping his lips. He knew he should stop this, should push Alan away. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Despite the burning desire and sudden nervousness, Calum let out a chuckle at Alan's persistence. "You're really not stopping for anything, are you?" he said as they continued to dance together.

Alan smirked, his head leaning down to mumble hotly against Calum's neck. "Not a chance," he said.

"And for the record, I'm not an ego-fucker. I care about my bottoms' pleasure. A lot," he continued. He pulled back slightly to stare at Calum's glassy eyes. "I can worship you, baby. I can find all the weak spots that make you tremble with pleasure. In fact, I promise I can make you cum multiple times before I even think about letting myself release. Handsfree."

Alan's bold claim made Calum jump back a little. "You're... you're full of shit," the twink said as he pulled away from Alan's embrace... slightly. His hands were still on Alan's chest and the jock was still holding onto his ass, even if not as tightly as before.

Calum stammered for a moment, but quickly gained his confidence back. "Please," he scoffed, "you're just boasting now. First you said you can fuck for five hours, then you said you have a twelve inch cock, and now you're claiming you can make your bottoms cum handsfree? Multiple times? From fucking? That's just fucking ridiculous. Nobody is that good. You are advertising yourself like an unrealistic sex machine."

"Baby, I'm not boasting. I'm just stating facts," Alan laughed, his hands sliding up Calum's sides. "But if you don't believe me, why don't we put it to the test?"

Calum's heart raced at the challenge. A part of him wanted to say yes, to see if the jock was truly as hung and skilled as he claimed. But another part of him knew it was a bad idea. "I'm not going to sleep with you just because you're throwing out three ridiculous claims," he said, still trying to sound firm.

Alan's grin didn't falter. He just quietly press his hips forward, grinding his massive bulge against Calum's lower stomach. The twink gasped as he felt the size and hardness of Alan's erection. It was enormous, easily the biggest he'd ever felt. Way bigger than Dean's.

Before Calum could properly react, Alan spun him around, pulling the twink's back against his chest. Calum's breath caught in his throat as he felt Alan's bulge nestle between his ass cheeks. Even through their clothes, the heat was unmistakable. If earlier his knees had felt weak, this time his entire body felt like it was melting against Alan's enormous bulge.

"Feel that?" Alan breathed hotly against Calum's ear. "That's what you do to me, pretty boy. And that's not even fully hard yet."

Hearing that made Calum's body move like it was on autopilot. His back arched and his ass started to slowly grind against Alan's erection.

The taller jock chuckled, "Fuck, pretty boy... You're gonna feel it fully hard soon if you keep doing that... Mhmmm, you like that, don't you?" Alan firmly gripped Calum's waist and began to respond to Calum's grinding by thrusting forward, causing even hotter friction between them.

Calum bit his lip, trying to suppress a moan. He could feel Alan's heartbeat pulsing against his back. He could feel the jock's breath growing heavier. He could feel Alan's strong hands slid down to his hips, gripping them tightly as they began to grind together. Calum was torn between wanting to push the hung jock away and giving in to the temptation to find out if Alan's boasts were true.

Despite himself and his best attempt to deny it, Calum felt his resolve weakening. Alan's confidence was infectious, and it was getting clearer that a part of him wanted so badly to see if the jock could back up his claims. He imagined Alan's huge cock stretching him open, filling him completely...

Alan continued to grind against Calum. He no longer needed to say anything as he felt Calum's resistance crumbling right in his arms, the way the twink's body had relaxed and leaned into Alan's touch was more than enough of a sign. He towered over the gorgeous twink who stood at 5'6, and he was fighting the primal urges to just ravage Calum right there in the middle of the party with everyone watching.

His cock throbbed and twitched with desire against Calum's ass and back. The blonde's soft, slender twink body was driving him wild. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Calum in that moment. The twink was all sex in human form, with his cute face, slim build, and pert ass that Alan just wanted to squeeze and bite. And fuck. Hard.

Alan's mind was bombarded with the thoughts of all the dirty, filthy things he wanted to do to Calum. He imagined bending the blonde twink over and plunging his huge cock into his tight heat. Fuck, he wondered just how tight Calum's ass must feel wrapped around his cock, how wild the twink would fuck his cock. He just knew Calum would be like a wild animal when he was taking cock in bed. He imagined feeling Calum's body naked underneath him as he made the twink cum handsfree. He wanted to hear Calum scream his name, to see his pretty face twisting in ecstasy as Alan fucked him senseless over and over.

He leaned down until his lips were touching Calum's ear. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he whispered. "And I'm going to love making you mine."

Calum turned his head so their eyes could meet. His blue eyes were locking with Alan's intense gaze. Both men were breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison. The air around them was charged with clear sexual tension.

"You're not gonna give up, are you?" Calum whispered hotly. Despite his response framed as a question, there was a resignation in the way he said it like he already knew the answer... and said answer wouldn't be the ideal one for him, or his relationship with Dean. He was just anticipating it to come out any moment now.

Alan, full of confidence, smiled and said, "No, I won't stop trying until we're in bed together, our limbs entangling, my cock inside your ass, making you scream...." He softly whispered in Calum's ear, "I'm going to fuck you so good, baby. I'm going to make you forget about anything else. You'll be begging for my cock, craving it like air."

Calum took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest at what he was about to say. He looked up at Alan, his blue eyes filled with desire. "O-okay," he said quietly. "Then take me."

Alan stopped grinding his cock against Calum's ass. Alan's eyes widened slightly as Calum's words sank in. He had been so sure that the blonde would resist a bit more but Calum had given in, surrendering to the desire that burned between them. He felt the twink tremble in his arms, like not even himself could believe what he just said.

"You... you want me to take you?" Alan asked.

Calum's cheeks flushed, knowing exactly how his body was telling him to respond. "Yes... T-take me. Show me what you've got."

Alan's heart felt like it was banging, bursting his chest open, and a dark naughty grin spread across his face. He had won and now he was going to claim his prize. Fuck. He was so going to claim this cute sexy twink.

"Come on," he said, grabbing Calum's hand and pulling him towards the stairs. "Let's go upstairs."

The two moved through the crowd, climbing the stairs together. Alan couldn't wipe the smug smile off his face. They walked past a few of Alan's friends who saw him leading the blonde twink upstairs. Some of them were giving him silent nods and thumbs-up. They smiled approvingly knowing how much effort Alan had put trying to get inside Calum's pants and now their friend had seemingly succeeded in that quest, or at least he was about to very soon.

Calum felt his cheeks burning. He kept his head down, trying to ignore the stares and knowing glances from Alan's friends. He couldn't believe he was doing this, going upstairs with Alan in the middle of a crowded frat party.

Alan, however, was in his element. He walked with a swagger, nodding confidently at his friends with his hand possessively gripping Calum's. Once they reached the top of the stairs, he quickly pulled Calum towards an empty bedroom, pushing the door open and dragging the blonde inside.

Once inside, Calum glanced around the room. It was a typical frat boy's bedroom. There were some posters on the wall and clothes strewn across the floor. "Whose room is this?" he asked over the thumping music from downstairs.

Alan locked the door behind them with a firm click. "I know someone in the frat," he said, shrugging off his shirt casually. "He's out of town for a game and let me use his room for a bit of ... fun." Alan stepped closer to Calum with a gleam in his eye. "We've got the whole place to ourselves," he added, reaching to pull at Calum's shirt with a playful grin, "Just you and me, baby."

Calum felt his heart beat faster as Alan invaded his personal space. He knew he should feel nervous or guilty for being alone with Alan in a locked room. But instead, all he felt was a growing sense of anticipation and desire.

Alan's massive bulge couldn't look more obviously strained against his sweatpants. If there was any doubt that Alan wanted to fuck Calum... well, the doubters were stupid. Calum's eyes kept flicking between Alan's bare, muscular torso, his dashing smirking handsome face, and the huge intimidating bulge. He didn't know where to look, overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity radiating off the jock.

Alan, too, couldn't take his eyes off Calum. He kept saying it over and over again in his head; this boy is a fucking perfection. Every inch of him was like he was customly-built for the sole purpose of turning Alan's crank on. Alan's gaze traveled over Calum's slender frame, imagining how beautiful Calum would look like naked, bare, and ready to be fucked.

For a moment, they stood there, drinking each other in. Both of them turned quiet as the reality of the situation sank in; they were going to have sex. SEX. After weeks of Alan's shameless, relentless seduction, of Calum rejecting and laughing off every flirtatious attempt, it was finally happening. They were going to fuck. And deep down, they already knew it was going to be amazing.

Alan couldn't believe his luck. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, imagining himself fucking Calum even as he was fucking many coeds and twinks that flocked to him. He reached out to cup Calum's cheeks. His thumbs brushed over the blonde's pink soft pouty lips as he lightly pried open his mouth.

Calum leaned into the touch, his heart racing. He didn't put up a fight when Alan used his fingers to open his mouth. He knew he was cheating on Dean. The thought made him feel guilty but the guilt was vastly overshadowed by the desire he felt for Alan. If anything, the guilt only intensified the weird horniness he felt. He was cheating on Dean! Why did that thought seem so hot?

After a few seconds of playing with Calum's lips, Alan moved his hand down to the hem of Calum's t-shirt, grasping the thin fabric and pulling it up and over the blonde's head. Calum lifted his arms, allowing Alan to remove the garment, leaving his slender torso bare.

For a moment Alan just stared at Calum's smooth, pale skin. He studied the subtle toned muscle of Calum's chest and his lean flat stomach. Fuck, Calum was fucking gorgeous! He could just feel the short twink clinging onto him as he drive his cock inside the twink's ass roughly. Unable to resist any longer, Alan leaned down and pressed his lips to Calum's.

The kiss started tentatively. Their lips only touched gently, moving very slowly against one another. But it took no time for the kiss to turn into a hungry passionate one. Alan's hands roamed over Calum's back, feeling the perfect frame of the twink. He pulled the blonde flush against his bare chest using his grip on Calum's ass. Calum's fingers tangled in Alan's hair, throwing his cap down to the floor as his own lips parted to allow the jock's tongue to explore his mouth.

The massive bulge in Alan's pants was growing as their tongues started to flick against one another. Calum could feel it pressing against his own growing erection and against his now-bare stomach. He could just feel how hot and hard Alan's cock was against his skin.

Calum reluctantly broke their hot kiss to see the ever-growing erection now straining and staining Alan's pants. "Holy shit," he breathed hotly. He was now staring directly at the enormous bulge. "You- you weren't kidding about the size."

Alan smirked, responding by squeezing Calum's firm ass to grind his hips forward. He bragged, "I told you I never lie. Just wait until you see it in the flesh."

Calum swallowed hard. If Alan's bulge was any indication, it was true that the jock was packing some serious heat. He wondered if he could even handle it. Fuck. Was that thing even real?

Alan stepped back while watching Calum's reaction. His hands left Calum's ass to hold the waistband of his pants. He pushed them down confidently, revealing his boxers which were stretched to their limit by the massive bulge they contained. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of his boxers, pausing a second for more dramatic effect to tease the cute blonde twink even more. Then, without a warning he pulled them down as well, freeing his full erection.

Calum's eyes widened, stretching his eye-sockets unnaturally, in complete shock as Alan's cock sprang free. It was enormous, easily the biggest he had ever seen. Including ones he had seen in porn. The shaft was thick and veiny, the head a deep blood-ish purple and already glistening with precum. It was super long and fat, and it curved slightly upwards. The impact of the boxers being pulled down so quickly made it swung upwards with the tip almost touching Alan's abs.

"Fucking hell," Calum breathed so low that Alan almost couldn't hear it. "That's... that's a monster."

Alan wrapped his hand around his enormous girth and started giving his cock a slow stroke. He deliberately stroked it in tune with Calum's breathing, savoring the look of cock-shock on Calum's gorgeous face. He loved the way the blonde's eyes were glued to his erection, the way his mouth hung open slightly as if already making an entrance for his cock to enter by instinct.

"You know," Alan said, "You said I was lying about being twelve inches. Why don't we measure it, just to confirm," He nodded towards the desk in the corner of the room. "I think there's a tape measure in there. Go grab it, pretty boy."

Calum took a few seconds to process Alan's suggestion. His eyes were too focused on watching Alan's monster cock bobbing in his hands. The moment the words registered in his brain, Calum was unable to resist the temptation. He didn't say a single word as he walked over to the desk and rummaged through the drawers until he found the tape measure.

He returned to Alan with slightly trembling hands, holding the measuring tape. "Alright," he gulped as he looked at the monster that looked as if it was about to jump on his direction any moment. "Let's see if you're telling the truth."

With no further instruction, Calum found himself on his knees before Alan with the tape measure in his grip. He didn't even know why he was kneeling. It wasn't like he had to to kneel in order to measure Alan's cock. It was just... natural for him to do so. Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming size of Alan's cock occupying his thoughts, or maybe it was the strong, commanding presence that Alan seemed to have. Or maybe, he was just preparing himself in position for what was about to happen next.

He unrolled the tape measure, his fingers lightly brushing against Alan's hot, hard flesh. Alan shuddered at the contact, his hips jerking forward slightly. Calum started at the base of Alan's cock, positioning the tape linear to the thick shaft.

Calum couldn't stop marveling at the size as more numbers were revealed to him. The tape stretched and stretched for seemingly to no end... 8 inches... 10 inches... 11 inches, until finally, he reached the tip. He held his breath as he read the measurement properly and his heart was pounding in his chest.

"Twelve inches... and a little bit... a little more than twelve inches," he whispered tightly, still in shock at what his eyes were seeing. This wasn't real. It shouldn't be possible for anyone to have a literal foot-long cock. And yet the evidence was quite literally in his hands. It was also VERY thick! Holy fuck.

Alan felt his heart jumping in his chest and his cock in Calum's hand as he watched the twink's natural reaction. He enjoyed the way the blonde's face twisted with shock and awe. The sight of those lazy blue eyes wide with disbelief, those pink lips parted in a soft 'O' of surprise, was the most erotic thing Alan had ever seen. He reached out, gently tilting Calum's chin up so their eyes met. "Like what you see, baby?" he asked teasingly.

Calum swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the motion. "It's... it's huge. Massive," he breathed, his gaze flicking back down to Alan's massive erection. "I've never seen anything like it. How is this even real? How does it breathe?"

Alan chuckled. His cock jumped to the erotic ego-boost from the deliciously sexy twink. He loved the way Calum looked at him, the way the blonde seemed almost reverent in the presence of his godly cock. It made him feel powerful, dominant... like a god.

"Bigger than Dean's?"

At the mention of Dean, Calum gulped as if swallowing all the guilt he had. He knew he shouldn't be comparing his boyfriend to Alan... hell, he shouldn't even be in this situation in the first place! But that ship had sailed, and the sight of Alan's massive cock had scrambled his thoughts, making it hard to think of anything else.

"He's... he's not as big," Calum admitted quietly, his gaze still fixed on Alan's towering erection. "Not even close. Dean was... f-four inches."

Alan's smirk turned even more smug, his hand reaching up to grab a fistful of Calum's soft blonde hair. "Is that so?" he pulled the blonde's face closer to his crotch. "I'm bigger than your boyfriend then. Way bigger. Like, literally three times his size."

He thrusted his hips forward, the head of his cock brushing against Calum's lips. Just the subtle contact made his cock jump. He stated lowly, "Fuck. A gorgeous prince like you deserve a cock this big. Not a shrimp-dick like Dean. Trust me baby, I'm going to use this big cock to make you forget all about him."

Calum couldn't say anything else. His gaze now laser-focused on the one-eyed monster staring directly at him, pulling him into a trance as he closed himself in with the object. Twelve fucking inches. Way bigger than his own. Way bigger than any cock he had ever seen. Three times bigger than Dean's! As his mind was reeling from processing the information, Calum's mouth parted instinctively, the blonde's pink lips opened to accommodate the massive girth. The sight of Calum's delicate features stretched around Alan's thick shaft was incredibly erotic to Alan.

"Fuck, baby," Alan groaned, his hips jerking forward voluntarily. The head of his cock slid past Calum's soft lips, stretching them wider as it pushed into the warm, wet cavern of Calum's mouth.

Calum's eyes watered slightly as he struggled to adjust to the intrusion. Alan's cock was so big, so thick, and it was filling his mouth completely. He could already feel it pressing against the back of his throat, making it hard to breathe, and his mouth was already stretching to its limits. It was already a struggle so he was beyond shocked when he looked forward and found a large amount of cock-meat still resting outside his slowly-sucking mouth.

Alan tightened his grip on Calum's hair, his other hand resting on the blonde's cheek. "Ahhhh that's it," Alan's voice was strained with pleasure. "Show me how much you want it my cock"

He groaned as Calum's warm, wet mouth enveloped his massive shaft. "Mmmmpph," he moaned, his hips rocking forward, pushing more of his length into the blonde's throat. He could feel the twink's throat stretching open to accomodate his girth. "Arghh, fuck yeah!! Suck it, baby."

Calum gagged loudly as the thick head of Alan's cock started to push inside his throat. "Gghhh, mmmm," he gurgled deep, his eyes continued to water as he struggled to breathe through his nose. He wrapped his lips tightly around the invading shaft and he began to suck even harder, all the while his tongue was lashing wildly on the underside of it.

The effort was fruitful as Calum could hear Alan groaning above him. This brought a smile to Calum's face... or as close to a smile as he could muster with his mouth contorting obscenely. He pushed himself on Alan's cock, fucking his mouth and throat excitedly. The wet, slurping sounds of Calum's mouth working Alan's cock filled the room. "Slurp... slurpppp... gulp...." Calum's mouth made hot sounds as he tried to take more of Alan's huge dick in his narrow throat.

"Gluck, gluck, mmmph."

Calum's eyes closed and opened rapidly as he struggled to take more of Alan's massive cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. He could feel the shaft invading his throat and threatening to cut off his air supply. "Gghhh,... mmmffph," he gagged, his cheeks bulging obscenely around the thick shaft.

Sensing himself hitting his limit Calum pulled back, desperately gasping for air. But he continued sucking on Alan's cock, even if now he moved a little more gently. His hand reached up and wrapped around the base of Alan's cock, stroking the remaining length that was outside his mouth in time with his gentle, rapid sucking. "Slurp, slurppp, slurpppp," he continued to suck on the massive purple-head noisily. His hand and mouth were working together to please the cocky jock.

It was working. Upstairs, Alan was in heaven. He couldn't believe he was receiving such an expert and enthusiastic blowjob from the man of his dreams, and fuck... Calum was so so good at sucking dick. His head fell back in pleasure as Calum's mouth and hand worked his cock. "Fuck, baby," he panted, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Your mouth feels so fucking good. Don't stop."

Calum doubled his efforts. He was determined to please the tall hunky stud. "Slurp, slurp, slurpppp.... gluck, gluck, mmmmpphh!"

Alan was totally blown away. Fuck. It was like every part and corner of Calum's oral cavity was made to give a big cock a real good hot pleasure. The blonde's lips were soft and pliant as it teased the tender skin of Alan's cock. His mouth literally felt hot like an oven boiling Alan's cock. His tongue was exceptionally agile tongue as it swirled and flicked against the sensitive underside. And the way he used his hand to stroke the part of Alan's shaft that didn't fit in his mouth... It was a fucking bliss.

"Holy shit," Alan gasped for air, despite not being the one having his throat stuffed full. "Baby, this is... fuck, this is the best blowjob I've ever had. You're fucking incredible! Holyyy FUCK!"

He looked down at Calum, hungrily staring at the erotic show of the blond twink on his knees, his lips wrapped around Alan's cock, his eyes watering with the effort. Alan was fully transfixed at the way Calum's pretty face was swallowing his monster cock. A good amount of Calum's saliva was dripping down his chin as the shorter man kept sucking Alan's giant cock sloppily.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing: the angelic features of the twink, the full lips stretching obscenely wide around his cock, the blonde hair falling forward on his face. It was an image he would never forget. Fuck! This was an S-tier blowjob! Alan's balls tightened, a familiar pressure building in his core. He was getting close.

"FUCK!" Alan growled, no longer able to hold back his pleasure. His hand came up to tangle in Calum's blonde hair. "Holy fucking fuck... You're so pretty... Your face is so fucking gorgeous!!! FUCKKK!!! Your mouth is fucking HEAVEN!! Holy shit this feels so good!!! So fucking GOOD!!!! Fuck I never felt a blowjob this good! You're the best cocksucking slut... Keep fucking going... urgghh.... SLUT!!!"

Calum felt a surge of pride at Alan's words. He could never forget how Alan told him he was giving the jock the best blowjob he had ever had. And from the filthy words stumbling out of Alan's mouth, Calum had no reason to not believe him. It was a heady feeling, knowing that out of all the countless boys and girls who had likely sucked Alan's massive cock, Calum was the one who had pleased him the most.

Emboldened by this knowledge, Calum redoubled his efforts again. He took Alan's cock deeper, his nose pressing against the jock's abs as he swallowed around the thick shaft. His hand pumped faster, twisting and turning as it stroked Alan's length. "Gluck gluck gluckkkk, slurppppp! Ugh! Slurppp slurpppp..." Calum was making all sorts of wet noises as he gave the tall masculine jock a wet, sloppy, blowjob... The sloppiest oral the jock had ever received!

All the while his lazy bedroom eyes were boring onto Alan's, seducing the jock without any words. He would pull back just enough to make a good considerable length of Alan's long monstrous cock visible, just to stick and roll his tongue out along the length while looking up at Alan's eyes through his lashes, before diving in to deepthroat him again.

Alan was breathing heavily, his hips thrusting erratically as Calum brought him closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunted, his voice was thick and dizzy as pleasure overtook him. "I'm gonna cum, slut. I'm gonna fucking cum down your hot fucking throat."

Calum continued his gluck gluck gluck machine-like suction, wetly slurping down Alan's monstrous cock taking it down his throat in such hot erotic fashion. His blowjob grew sloppier by the second, his enthusiasm just as mindblowing as his technique. He only ever pulled back for a second to catch his breath before diving back in, his mouth never once leaving Alan's cock.

Large amount of thick hot saliva mixed with Alan's precum dripped out of the corner of Calum's mouth down to his chin and the twink didn't care in the slightest. Sometimes his tongue would swirl out of his lips, presenting Alan with the visual of his agile tongue working and slathering his wet shaft wildly.

Alan felt his balls tighten. He couldn't hold back anymore, not like he ever even wanted to. His voice rose to a shout as his orgasm crashed over him. His massive cock pulsated in Calum's mouth and throat. "FUCK, CALUUUUM!" he roared, his hands gripping the blonde's hair tightly. "You've been teasing me all night, you little slut! FUCK!! All week!! All YEAR!!! Now take my cum, BITCH!"

Calum's eyes widened as Alan's hot, sticky seed began to fill his mouth. He swallowed rapidly, trying to keep up with the sheer volume of Alan's release. "Gulp, gulp, gulp." He swallowed loudly, his throat working to accommodate the thick, creamy liquid that quickly filled his throat, clogging the airways.

Alan's hips jerked and shuddered so hard that Calum pulled away for a little bit to release a part of Alan's cock that was invading his throat but not quite letting his mouth leave that currently shooting cock. Alan's cock spurted again and again, coating Calum's tongue and the back of his throat with his thick essence. It seemed to go on forever. This orgasm more intense than anything he had ever experienced before.

Alan's legs shook unexpectedly as he rode out the waves of his intense orgasm and he had never once loosened his grip on Calum's hair. He was essentially skullfucking the twink even as his cock was shooting ungodly amount of cum straight down the twink's throat. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his cock stopped pulsing, the last drops of his cum dripping onto Calum's tongue.

Calum didn't miss a beat. Even after pulling away completely, he never shied away from the massive cock. He grabbed Alan's unbelievably heavy cock and smacked it down his pretty face. He rubbed the thick heavy meat all over his cheeks. His eyes crossed to watch as the grotesquely large cock come down towards his face from his own doing.

"Jesus. God that was fucking incredible. You're so fucking slutty! Who would've thought..." Alan chuckled and wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. He hadn't expected getting a blowjob from Calum would be this... intense. It made him wonder just what else this sexy twink could do.

"Mmmmm... I love this cock," Calum spoke for the first time since Alan's cock touched his lips. "It's so fucking big. I still can't believe it... And it's still fucking hard! How is it even possible?" he said this as he smacked his own face with it. God. The size of Alan's cock was just grotesque, and it literally only just cummed!

Alan looked down pridefully at the twink. "Genetics... and some practice." he winked at Calum.

"Practice?" Calum laughed. "Practice gave you this monster cock? I should tell Dean that."

Alan panted, his chest was heaving. He was still trying to collect his breath after that unexpected orgasm. But he got a feeling Calum was more than ready for more. What with how the twink was worshipping his hard cock at the moment.

The twink puckered his lips, giving Alan's cock a series of hot wet open-mouthed kisses. He flicked his wild tongue out, lapping all the thick sticky cum that he could get before using Alan's gargantuan cock to smear cum all over his cheeks, lips, and chin. He made a show of it, deliberately twisting his face into the sluttiest expressions, drooling over Alan's cock.

"Fuck, Calum, you're so hot like this," Calum made a snarled comment. He moved to grip Calum's face in both hands and pulled the twink away from his cock. Calum's tongue was still sticking out desperate to try to lick Alan's cock but the jock was torturing him with how he denied Calum a taste. "My God, look at you, slut. I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already fucking cockdrunk for my dick."

Calum looked up at Alan's eyes now. His blue eyes locked the jock's gaze as he now swallowed Alan's cum, the action visibly slow and deliberate on his throat. And if that wasn't erotic enough, Calum moved his hands to collect all the thick cum on his face and fed himself.

Alan watched the incredibly erotic sight, the twink's angelic innocent face a stark contrast to the lewd act he was performing; eating Alan's fresh cum.

Calum looked up at Alan with a naughty smirk. "You know... you promised you could make your bottoms cum multiple times before you'd cum yourself," he teased, his voice low and dangerously sultry. "But it seems like you cheated. You came first. And you came so hard, can you still even fuck after this?"

The answer to the question was more than obvious. Alan's cock was still hard as a rock, but Calum still wanted to hear Alan tell him.

Alan's face flushed slightly at the accusation, but the grin never left his face. "Oh, baby, I am not a cheater... and you out of people are one to talk about cheating," he reached down to haul Calum to his feet. "That was just a warmup. When I fuck you with my huge cock, you'll be cumming so many times you'll lose count."

He spun Calum around and he wrapped his hands around Calum from behind. "I'm going to stretch you out and pound you until you're screaming my name. I'm gonna give you countless anal orgasms without even touching your little cock," Alan promised. His voice was a low growl that sent shudder through Calum's body.

Alan's hands moved to the buttons of Calum's jeans. He carefully undid the button and zipper. With a swift gentle motion, Calum wasn't given another choice when Alan pulled down his pants along with his briefs, exposing his bare bottom to the jock.

Calum, who had been so influenced by the heavy lust in Alan's voice, stepped out of the pooled clothing around his feet. His cheeks flushed, and that's without counting the fact that he was wearing Alan's cum on his face. He stood before Alan completely naked for the first time. His slender body was fully on display.

Alan paused to appreciate the view, his eyes roaming over Calum's smooth skin, the gentle curve of his ass, the deliciously milky thighs, the thin legs that seemed to go on... "Fuck, baby," his hands went on to grip Calum's hips. "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined."

He turned Calum back around making their eyes meet you once again. "Now, let's get you ready for my cock," Alan said. He gently pushed Calum towards the bed. There was no mistaking his intention.

Calum willingly followed his lead. He got up on the bed, moving backwards so his eyes never left Alan's.

Alan searched for his phone in the pile of their clothes, noting the time. It was 11 PM, which meant he had until 4 AM to fulfill his promise of fucking Calum nonstop for five hours. A smirk spread across his face as he looked back at the twink, who was now sitting up in the middle of the bed, adorably waiting for the jock to join him.

"One claim down. Two to go. You know what time it is, baby?" Alan asked. "It's 11 PM. That means I would have to fuck you until 4 in the morning to make good on my promise. Five whole hours of nonstop fucking, just for you."

He gently crawled onto the bed, making his way toward Calum. "I want to make every single minute special for you," Alan whispered softly into Calum's ear. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be completely addicted to me. I will make this a night you won't ever forget."

Calum's eyes flicked nervously to Alan's already rock-hard cock, his stomach churning with excitement. Five hours of nonstop fucking seemed like an impossible feat, but Alan seemed so confident about fulfilling that claim, and Calum had learned to not doubt anything Alan said. But still, a cock size was something physical. They could prove or disprove a claim about size just by looking at it, but stamina and skills were a different thing. They needed to do it to prove it. The challenge had been laid down, and Calum's competitive nature wouldn't let him back down.

"Alright. I accept," he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "Let's really prove that you weren't just a liar."

Alan glanced down confidently at him. He was more than ready to prove himself to this insanely hot twink. He had successfully seduced Calum, convincing him to cheat on Dean, and now he needed to make Calum know that he had made a correct decision. He would make sure that Calum would see stars tonight. Multiple times.

[To be continued]