Happy Birthday Pete couldn’t believe the number of people ..

Happy Birthday Pete couldn’t believe the number of people at the party as he stood on the back terrace of his friend Tyler’s Keys mansion. There were about a thousand half naked people crowded by the pool, terraces, and down the vast yawn that went out to the ocean. People were even on boats near shore, arriving or partying. However, what would you expect when the star linebacker of a SEC school, with a body of a Greek god and a trust fund worth more than god, turned 21years old. Even though he was a popular social influencer in his own right, Pete felt grateful to be Tyler’s best friend. They played football together and were even roommates. Over the years in college they became inseparable, and were considered the dynamic duo. Pete stood on the “VIP” terrace by the DJ booth that was reserved for Tyler’s closest friend, with his arm around Lisa, his girlfriend. He sipped his beer with his free hand while he watched Tyler make out with his girlfriend Tracy. Tyler’s smooth shoulders were wide and muscle layered while his back tapered down to a chisel waist. Tracy’s hands had pushed down Tyler’s board shorts to reveal the top shelf of the football player's bubble ass. Tyler and Pete were both muscular, with flawless smooth bodies. They both tower over 6’. Tyler was blonde, blue eyes with a thicker, muscle packed body of a bodybuilder, while Pete was dark hair, dark eyes, with an athletic, leaner body. Although Pete would never admit it, he found himself feeling jealous of Tracy. He had lusted after Tyler’s thick bubble butt for the past year. However, he knew Tyler was straight and love fucking women. Pete also knew for a fact that Tyler had slept with a dozen different women since Tracy and him had started dating. Tyler pulled away from the kiss and lifted the bottle of expensive champagne into the air, howling. “Happy birthday to me,” he shouted in his loud booming voice. The partygoers instantly cheered back over the loud throbbing music. He was cocky and had a wild streak about him that often got him and sometimes Pete into trouble. However, Tyler’s money always gets them out of any messes. Pete took a sip of his beer, as his eyes lowered to Tyler’s size 11” pure white flip flop covered feet and up his smooth, golden tan, thick calves. His calves were perfectly upside down tear shaped, large and powerful. Recently Pete has been fantasizing about what it would be like to have those thick, smooth calves on his shoulders while he fuck Tyler’s plump ass . Pete turned his head and caught Raymond, Tyler’s stepfather, watching him while he stared at Tyler. Raymond smiled and wink at him, causing Pete to turn red. He turned away and gave Lisa a kiss. Raymond had married Tyler’s mother soon after his father died and when Tyler’s mother passed away a couple of years later, Raymond became custodian of Tyler’s huge billion dollar trust fund. Today, on his 21st birthday Tyler gets complete access to his inheritance. Over the years he made it known that he didn’t like Raymond and had promised to throw his stepfather out of the business he had been running successfully for the past decade. Raymond reminded Pete of a middle aged Tom Schlick. A summer ago, Pete had spent the summer with Tyler in the Hamptons, and Raymond seduced the straight jock boy. They said you never forget your first, but Pete remembered very little how the older man had seduced him. He never had a gay thought before that one night. Pete was alone swimming under the moonlight in pool of Tyler’s family Hampton’s mansion, while Tyler was off fucking his latest conquest, when Raymond offered his a mojito. Within minutes after the drink, Pete was laying on the side of the pool with Raymond beside him. Pete kept protesting he was straight even as Raymond slid his hands down Pete’s chisel 8 pack abs. His protests faded as the older man pushed his tongue into Pete’s mouth while sliding Pete’s trunks off his long muscular legs. Pete never felt so much pleasure as Raymond pushed his fat cock up his jock ass. The younger jock found himself wrapping his powerful legs around the older man’s waist while pulling the older man deeper into him. Raymond nibbled his ears while thrusting in and out of him, whispering for Pete to cum. Pete never came so hard in his life, it was the best, most intense orgasm he ever experienced. Since then Pete couldn’t get enough of the older man’s cock. When Tyler went home to one of the numerous homes his family owns, Pete would ask to tag along in hopes of seeing Raymond. Only the night before the party, instead of sleeping in one of the numerous guest bedrooms with Lisa, Pete snuck to Raymond’s bedroom and spent two hours riding the older man’s cock. His tight muscular ass felt so good as he bounced up and down on Raymond’s thick cock while Raymond ran his hands over Pete’s chisel flawless body. Pete pulled away from kissing his girlfriend when Raymond walked up to Tyler. Intrigued and fearing a confrontation everyone in the immediate vicinity stopped to listen and watch. “Tyler, I brought you a gift to celebrate your birthday,” Raymond handed the muscle bound jock a long black box. Tyler looked at the box and then up at his step father before opening it. Inside was a men's pearl and gold necklace much like those that were worn by pro baseball players. It was obviously expensive. “What a fag gift is this? And you brought it with my own money,” Tyler slammed the box closed and threw it at Raymond. “Honey,” Tracy pulled at Tyler’s beefy arm and led him away before any further scene was made. With the drama on the upper terrace abided the party returned to normal. Pete left the terrace and its makeshift VIP selection and socialized with the party-goes. The music was loud and throbbing and Pete thought to himself that it was a good thing that the nearest neighbors were half a mile away. The crowd of party-goers were packed in the pool and around the terraces. Their half naked bodies pressed together as they danced and made out. Pete doesn’t know half of the people there, and figured Tyler didn’t know them either. He got another drink and stood by a not so crowded corner by the formal garden entrance. As Pete stood there, watching the party goers, he suddenly felt a hand on his ass. He didn’t turn around, knowing that it was Raymond. He felt the older man’s breath on the muscle cords of his neck and smelled the expensive Cuban cigar that Raymond liked so much. Pete swallowed hard as he discreetly looked around to see if any one could see them. However, the crowd was too dense and most people were too high and out of it to notice or care. Pete was also taller, and shoulders broader than Raymond and could block any bystanders' view of the shorter man. “Relax, Petey,” Raymond whispered as he kissed Pete’s thick neck. A shrivel ran down Pete’s spine at not just Raymond’s touch but by being called Petey. He had always hated when someone called him that, but when Raymond called him Petey, it made him so aroused and hard. Pete breathed heavier as Raymond squeezed and kneaded his buttocks through his board shorts. Pete wore no underwear and he prayed no one could see the large bulge forming in the front of the shorts. Raymond’s hands pushed the thin swimsuit deeper between Pete’s thighs glutes. “Fffuck,” Pete moaned under his breath. Raymond whispered, “I loved fucking that beautiful ass of yours again last night.” Pete just moaned in response as Raymond kissed down the middle of his back. The jock boy wanted nothing more than to have Raymond fuck him right there. However, Raymond stopped and gave Pete’s bubble ass a slap before moving off toward the house. Pete stood there a few minutes, disappointed and frustrated, trying to will his cock down before mingling once again among the crowds. Later during the party, Pete returned to the “VIP” terrace to discover everyone had lost track of Tyler. He found Tracy talking to Lisa about future wedding plans. She was overjoyed by the prospect of marrying a billionaire, even though as far as Pete knew, Tyler had no plans to marry anyone. “Where Tyler,” he asked as he grabbed another beer. “He went with his stepfather to sign some documents about his inheritance,” Tracy turned to answer him. “You think it smart that they are alone together,” Pete was concerned. However, Tracy just shrugged her shoulders, “the old perv gets what is coming to him.” Pete then headed into the beachfront mansion. The house was like a palace as he went from one grand room to another. Deeper into the house he went the fainter music outside and less dense the crowd of people became. Pete finally reached the study. He started to knock on the large double doors but heard a faint groaning coming from the room. Concerned, Pete carefully opened the door and looked in. “Now sign right here. This will transfer all your assets to me,” Raymond said in his deep voice. “Yes, sir,” Tyler replied submissively. Pete couldn’t believe his eyes. His friend was naked, except for his white flip flops and the pearl necklace gift around his thick neck. Tyler leaned over a large antique desk signing a thick legal document. Tyler’s board shorts were around his flip flops revealing his beefy bare ass. His muscle packed body and large sculpted ass were flawless. It was then Pete realized that Raymond’s gift was more like a collar as it hugged Tyler’s thick neck. Raymond was standing at Tyler’s side, moving a finger in and out of the muscle jock’s smooth tight hole. “Good boy, now this one give me power of attorney and legal guardian of you. It state, in words you can understand, you are too dumb to take care of yourself,” Raymond put another thick document in front of Tyler. “Yes, sir,” Tyler’s normally cocky, masculine voice sounds docile. To be continued