On his way from lunch to econ, Mason was nearly thrown to the ground by a slap onto his shoulders.
His attacker was Jacob, who grinned dumbly as he noticed that he had hit the smaller teammate too hard.
"Hey Mase, I know who to rank next. Big boys are nice to ride but I need some variety. How do you feel about twinks?"
"Uh, there are some cute ones, I guess. Can't say I'm speaking from much experience."
Jacob winked. "Really? You were one till this year."
"H-hey," Mason said and his voice decided to crack awkwardly right then. "Just cause I'm not juicing like half the team..."
"Ha," Jacob made and flexed his left arm, straining his short sleeve. "All natural teen hormones."
Oliver slid around the corner, having trailed after his best friend. "Bullshit, don't listen to him," Oliver said with a wide grin. "We're all on juice and he knows it."
The straight guy hit a most-muscular pose, making his blood vessels pop. Mason appreciated the sight, although not as much as he would have prior to SubX.
"Tell that to Hudson, bro," Jacob said. "He's still claiming natty."
Oliver grunt-laughed. "That cocksucker's full of shit in every fucking way. I'll keep an eye out for his balls shrinking. He's got to be on so much shit it'll be a miracle if he can still get it up."
"Haha, yeah," Jacob said, sounding a little too amused. "He's pussy licking game has to be on point or the chicks would have stopped lining up by now."
Mason felt a bit third-wheely and stayed quiet. Jacob texted him pact related details later, including not only a name but also time and location. He must have had a plan.
The target was Landon. A twink by any definition. A face that looked "like twelve". Blonde, lips as full as you'd find on a little white boy, skinny abs and no muscles to speak of anywhere.
According to Jacob, Landon was the cutest boy in school and he'd been lusting after the guy for month. The opportunity to use SubX on him had finally presented itself.
Personally, Mason found Landon incredibly cute as well and had noticed him before but he hadn't become obsessed with the boy.
He liked the idea of breaking in the pretty-boy as much as his accomplice, but how anyone could look at Landon's slender frame and want to bottom was beyond Mason's comprehension.
Once classes were over, Mason arrived at the fitness room five minutes early.
Being a fairly small school, Redfield All Boys couldn't afford much beyond a shaky squat rack, a set of dumbbells and some balls with the paint peeling off. The donated treadmill worked if it felt like it.
Needless to say, the entire team trained at proper gyms or had their own equipment at home.
The only boys frequenting the fitness room were those who didn't need more than what it offered. Mason stepped inside the windowless room and all three twinks inside turned his way, gawking for a second, then turning away, almost with some measure of fear or respect.
He knew that kind of behavior. He had been this way every time a football player crossed his path in the hallways, back in freshman year.
None of those three twinks were in his year. Did they know he was on the team from watching him sit on the bench during games? Maybe he looked buffer than he felt.
With his confidence boosted, Mason nodded at the only boy meeting his eyes - a brown kid in a NASA shirt doing seated biceps curls.
"Just waiting for someone," Mason said, using his deeper, `straight' voice. He kept leaning by the door, playing on his phone, until Landon walked in, being gently shoved by Jacob.
The Buff rambled about side lunges, hip trusts and box steps like he was giving a presentation. His arm never fully left Landon, giving the pretty-boy no chance to change his mind and leave.
Mason had to admit, the blond twink in tight black jeans and a checkered button-up looked delicious, even if he had no ass to speak of.
"You don't have to get super serious," Jacob said, "But take a little sip of caffeine. Here, it's on me." He pushed a can of monster into Landon's hand. The pretty twink was hesitant but any high schooler as weedy as him would have been grateful for the attention by someone as huge as the bodybuilding tackle - gay or straight.
"And in fact," Jacob addressed the rest of the room, "since ya'll are here to appreciate my advice, take a gulp, too."
One of the original three twinks rushed toward the door. "I've...uh, got theater practice."
The other two were more responsive, including the nasa kid and a freckled brunet who had been doing shrugs.
"Now then," Jacob said, "a basic program starts with squats. Landon, you over here, in front of this wall mirror."
Jacob stood next to Landon and did a deep squat. He definitely pushed his ass out as much as possible. Not that Mason was going to complain about the sight.
"Mase," Jacob said, "have you glued yourself to the ground or could you hand me some weights?"
"Sure," Mason said and pulled two 45 pound dumbbells from the rack.
Jacob stepped out of his pants, revealing not his usual boxers but tight, red briefs. He squatted again, held position and pointed along the top of his thighs.
"These are outer, middle and inner quads. See how they poke out of my skin? Watch them flex when I do a sloooow squat like this. Back here are the hamstrings. See how they flex? They slide right under the glutes."
Jacob pulled his briefs in, turning them into a baggy thong. If there was a homo among the watching twinks, this was his lucky day.
The Buff took the offered dumbbells and held them with his arms at 90 degrees up. He did slow squats.
"Actually," Mason said with a soft smile, "you have to squeeze the muscles you activate. Best to feel which muscle is supposed to be strained at which point in the exercise."
He gingerly grabbed Landon's hand and led it onto Jacob's thigh. Then he grabbed the wrist of the freckled boy - more forcefully - and put it on the other thigh.
Jacob spread his legs farther before doing more squats. He looked at the open mouthed nasa shirt kid. "How about you, space cadet? Grab on and you might learn a thing."
`Space cadet' moved in slow motion, so Mason led his hand - to Jacob's ass.
"Feel it?" Mason asked, grinning, "How the glutes engage on the way up? That's how he got them so firm."
Jacob dropped the weights to take his shirt off. The twinks let go of him in quiet awe.
In nothing but bunched up briefs and tennis shoes, the teen bodybuilder kept squatting, this time with overhead dumbbell raises. It was perfectly obvious that his dick hardened.
Landon reached out and held onto the flexing biceps just above Jacob's trimmed pits. Space cadet touched the Buff's glutes again... and slipped a hand into the makeshift thong.
The freckled boy took off his own shirt and kicked his shoes off. Landon retracted his hand to unbutton his pants.
Jacob dropped the weights. "I think we got them," he said with a nod toward Mason.
"Honestly," Mason said, "I don't know if we need SubX for that. They were already worshipping you."
Jacob laughed. "You're right. But sex `on the substance' is totally different. More intuitive. And it's better if they don't remember. I'm not coming out before college."
Mason was the last to strip. Once he had piled up his clothes, Space Cadet and Freckle were making out, their shaved crotches rubbing together. They looked cute enough to fuck, but Mason didn't want to waste his load.
"Who goes first?" he asked.
Jacob dropped his naked ass on the gym bench. "You go break him in. Stimulate his prostate. Bigger load for my hole."
"Man, you're such a cumslut," Mason said with a chuckle. "How can you look at something like Landon and not want to make the little pig scream with anal pain?"
Jacob shrugged. "Don't think you're better just cause you get turned on by ass instead of dicks. Doesn't make you straight."
"Nah, I'm just pulling your leg. We're on the same team. In, like, both ways."
Pushing Landon on all fours in front of the wall mirror was simpler than handling any boy Mason had fucked before. Did that twink even weigh a whole hundred pounds?
Smartly, the teen athlete had brought his own lube pack. He had made that a habit.
Fingering a boy open was the boring part. Since the fuckee was a mindless zombie right now, there was no dirty talk, no banter. Mason slathered lube on Landon's hole and fingers and hooked the twinks own hand into the tight - probably virgin - hole.
"Open yourself up for your muscle god," Mason whispered, happy to be by far physically superior to his bottom, for once.
Jacob was having fun with Freckle and Space Cadet. While the big guy leaned back on the bench, the twinks were caressing his dick with their tongues. The bodybuilder brushed his hand through his mohawk and sighed a few soft moans.
"Are they any good?" Mason asked.
"The trick is to not let them take it in their mouth. Just lips and tongue. Teeth don't come into the equation."
"I couldn't get off that way," Mason said and knelt down behind Landon, the twinks shirt under Mason's knees.
"Obviously that's not the point here," Jacob said with fake annoyance. "They just need to keep my blood pumping. But you know what, you're right. This isn't my usual."
The muscle boy spread his legs, grabbed Space Cadet's hair and pulled the twink's mouth onto his hole. Jacob's moans grew louder.
"Don't spoil your appetite," Mason said. "You're supposed to evaluate Landon fairly."
"Aw, you're no fun," Jacob said with a sulky voice. He was cute when he was childish.
The main twink was as ready as Mason was willing to let him get.
Mason pushed his cockhead in, enjoying the sensation of breaking past the natural resistance. Landon rose, arching his back in the process. Mason leaned forward as he brought their hips closer together.
Landon's moans were quiet but his voice trembled beautifully.
Mason nibbled on the twink's ear as he let the bottom get used to having his ass filled.
In the mirror, the teen athlete could see Jacob keeping the side twinks away from his genitals. The slender boys jerked themselves off but each one's free hand and mouth were busy worshipping Jacob's chest and abs.
Mason started fucking.
Admittedly, Landon was crazy tight. Mason couldn't fit his entire shaft in and had trouble staying inside the hole. That wasn't really a plus, but at least his cockhead got a milking like never before.
The young beauty was eager to get fucked but couldn't think to do more than lean into the pounding.
Behind them, Mason saw in the mirror, Jacob was doing chest presses while Freckle fucked his face. Space Cadet licked up and down the - now slightly sweaty - bodybuilder.
"Hey there," Mason said, turning his head around. "You're not supposed to have more fun than me."
Jacob let Freckle's dick slide out of his mouth, where it traced a precum-and-saliva line across his cheek. "Is Landon no good?"
"He feels amazing but he moves like a robot."
"Bring him over," Jacob said with a grin and dropped the weights.
Mason grabbed the main attraction by the hips and pulled him to a stand. He just let himself slip out.
Jacob was waiting with legs in the air and hole wet. He had his arms folded behind his head and the side twinks were licking his pits.
Landon's dick was an uncut, clean shaved, somewhat thin rod with an estimated six inches. Mason poured some lube on the twink's tool and Landon went to town on the Buff's muscle ass.
Watching the pretty-boy slam his hips into an ass this big and defined was hot in a certain, funny way. It almost looked like Landon was fighting not to get swallowed by the hungry hole.
It seemed Landon quite enjoyed the muscles before him as he let his hands wander along Jacob's ripped torso and slapped the inside of the footballer's thighs.
But Mason wasn't done with the twink's ass. He held Landon's hips steady for a moment and slipped back in.
With the twink now also having an ass to fuck, their collective motions gained a better rhythm. Every time Landon pushed back, Mason pushed forward.
The top nibbled on Landon's small shoulder, locking eyes with the dumbly smiling Jacob. Mason reached forward and grabbed Jacob's cockhead, rubbing the precum slick frenulum with his thumb.
Jacob did dumbbell flies, which pushed the masturbating side twinks away from his pits.
Space Cadet crawled up to Mason's feet and licked up his right calf. Freckle got started by tonguing the teen athlete's crack. The latter wasn't too successful since Mason was humping at a good speed.
Jacob dropped his weights and pulled Landon down into a kiss, jerking himself off with one hand.
Mason bent to the side and grabbed one-pound dumbbells off the rack. He did lateral raises and Space Cadet's hands groped up his abs and pecs from behind. Freckle licked and nibbled along Mason's neck, with his small fingers moving to the front, caressing the V of Mason's obliques.
The bodybuilder bottom let Landon go and lifted one weight to do triceps extensions. Mason took a tiny step closer to the bench and bent his knees to fuck with more thrust.
This left Landon less room to maneuver and the twink compensated by pumping faster, almost vibrating on the spot.
Mason did easy biceps curls with his one-pounders and the side twinks shifted position. Space Cadet worshipped Jacob's abs, licking wildly across the muscle bricks, while rubbing the Buff's dick. Freckle stayed behind Mason, rubbing his own twink dick on the teen athlete's buttocks and playing with Mason's nipples.
Landon's moans grew higher and more breathy. He shook with the force of orgasm. His ass clenched so hard Mason feared he'd have his dick chopped off.
It was more than enough to make Mason orgasm.
While filling the prettiest twink in school, Mason scream-grunted upward, holding the dumbbells midcurl.
He slipped out as his cum started to overflow Landon's hole and down his crotch. The rest of his load sprayed onto the twink's flat ass.
Mason dropped the weights with a deep sigh.
Jacob must have cummed at some point, since his dick had softened to a semi and Space Cadet was cleaning stray droplets out of the bodybuilder's abs separation.
Freckle rushed to Landon's ass and sucked up the white streaks Mason had left behind.
Eventually, when Mason was already stepping back into his pants, Jacob slipped off Landon's softened dick and rose, stretching his arms.
"I had fun," Jacob said. "Landon's is just as hot naked as I imagined. I'd love to say he's a sex genius. Can't really give him more than a seven, though. His dick is just too thin."
Mason nodded. "First I'd have given him a two. Aside from looks, he had nothing. But as part of a threesome? Solid 8 out of 10. So let's average that to a five."
Jacob looked back at the twinks. Only Freckle hadn't cummed yet.
"Think we can leave? They're almost finished."
Mason chuckled. "Didn't you promise them a fitness lesson?"
"Meh. I prefer them with less muscle mass. Not sure I'd want a boyfriend who can't manhandle me, but if I wasn't this big, I'd be a total twinkhawk."
"Then let's bail before they wake up."
"Need a ride?" Jacob asked while pulling his shirt on.
"I could use one."
"I'm hungry. Let's grab a burger on the way home?"
"Sure."
Aw, they are becoming great friends.
However, there's something that must finally be gotten over with... next time.