Bradley was pretty frank about who he was. And fastidious in making sure he didn’t catch anything, so Dash wasn’t going to have to worry about that sort of thing either. He was always good for a triple x throwdown and he wore that as a badge of honor.

He merely quirked his brow and tilted his head at Dash. “Yeah? And you’re not getting serviced? At least a blowie while you hot box? That’s a raw deal man. You don’t gotta go without- I’d hate to think of one of my brothers ever getting blue balls-” he said, in an almost cheerful manner. 

“Been around the block a couple of times yeah-” he nodded. “Don’t judge me,” he added with a wink. “Some guys like basketball. I like dick.”

Bradley chuckled. “I like your confidence but uhh when you’ve blown your third load and your legs are shaking because I’m just that good- don’t forget this hole was waiting for you alllll along-” he teased back, confident in his abilities and in what he could handle. 

He groaned at Dash’s slap on his ass. “Don’t do that unless you mean it sexy-” he purred.

Bradley nodded, making Dash up an expertly rolled joint and taking the first puff so that it would be ready when they exchanged. No reason to be shy about bodily fluids now. 

“Your stuff is pretty good too, grown in state if the taste is any indication-” he said. While he smoked, he sidled up to Dash and his hand floated right on to the other’s dick. “You know, it’s weird. I’m actually hornier now. Your dick’s having an affect on me-” he said with a smirk. “It is a really nice one. I bet you hear that alot but I’m not gonna bs you. It’s really nice-” he said warmly as he slowly stroked it, occasionally their two heads brushing. 

Dash snorted as he heard the other man talk about how he’d hate to hear that one of his mates was getting blue-balled. “Yeah...I’m sure that would just be oh-so-devastating for you, wouldn’t it?” Dash asked with a chuckle as he looked at the other man. “Well then...I guess it’s a good thing the fraternity has a house fag to make sure the guys don’t get blue balled, huh?” Dash asked with a smirk.

“So that’s a yes then-” Bradley said with a smirk.. “How often do you get stoned? You know the system, right? You want it now you text me. You want it in an hour, you slide a notecard under my door with your initials. So I know whose pounding my hole-” Bradley purred.

Bradley’s train of thought was suddenly crowded out by his dick getting harder. He had the feeling of a buzzing cloud all around him but he took a puff of his joint so he assumed the pot was doing it. It was good shit.

“Damn skippy I do. And I’d do anything for my bros. You know it,” he said, feeling good. 

Bradley chuckled. “Hundred bucks and a steak dinner that you give me the biggest load you’ve ever shot-” he said, so confident that he upped the bet without much provocation.

Bradley couldn’t hold in his jock anymore, he was so hard. So he slipped out of that as well and joined Dash, buck ass naked. “Here, since you’re gonna fuck me, I’ll at least roll for you. Try my shit while I roll, huh?” he said with a smile. And an affinity for Dash. 

God he wanted to get plowed so badly.

Dash gave the other a raised eyebrow when the other said that was a yes before asking how much he gets stoned. “Quite often,” Dash admitted with a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk. He then heard the other man’s following words and chuckled as he shook his head. “You truly are the fraternity slut, huh?”  Dash teased lightly.

@daddyandhisboys​

Breach, a powerful Pyrokinetic Psionic mutant was not only a member of the famed X-men, he was also a counselor at Charles’ Xavier School for the Gifted. While he mostly worked with incoming students, he also helped his fellow team members or adult mutants who either came into their powers late or were struggling with them. Getting a referral from Pixie to help her friend Ollie came a bit out of left field, but Collin wasn’t one to turn someone away. 

He’d first laid eyes upon Ollie in the danger room, but now he was waiting in his office typing a few things into his computer as he heard the knock. Collin stood and gestured to the couch. “Have a seat Oliver. Or…do you prefer Ollie?” He quickly tried to cover all basis as he grabbed his pen and paper, moving to sit in a chair across from where he directed the other. Transference and counter transference were things that happened often, and even if Breach was honest with himself…Ollie was quite the looker. But he wasn’t here about himself, he was here to help the other. “Is there something you need assistance on with your powers…or something with you specifically? Pixie spoke very highly of you.” He offered the young man a smile. 

Ollie remembered Megan, or Pixie as her codename was, when he was young and lived in the same neighborhood as her. Ollie was a witch who’s powers were...Laughable at best. But now? He’s a witch and incubus...Who’s powers were still laughable at best. Ollie had no idea how to control his powers. And Charles Xavier promised to help, in exchange for Ollie to help him with his X-Men team or whatever. And honestly? Ollie was looking for a chance to get the hell away from his constantly disproving and embarrassed parents. So a fresh start like this would be nice. 

Bradley shrugged. “Hey, I’m sorry. I should say that I’m very shy and I have so much of a gag reflex instead of none. Maybe you can show me how to suck a guy off the right away?” Bradley feinted in a bit of a teasing, breathy voice and with a bit of a wink.

Bradley nodded. “Yeah. You should’ve seen what- I mean, I’m - yeah- I’ve got the skill-” he said wisely. He knew how to use his sex as a weapon and he had more than enough discretion.

He followed the swing of that growing dick, a little more mesmerized as each moment passes. He could feel his lower brain taking over for his higher brain. “What a way to get an eye poked out though. Of course, that means the chick didn’t know how to breathe through her nose which is just amateur hour, if you ask me,” Bradley said, softly biting down on his lower lip. Not reaching out to touch it or getting on his knees but he certainly wanted to.

“Bet you I take it the best you’ve had in awhile. Fifty bucks and a steak dinner-” he said with a confident nod.

Bradley smiled as Dash swatted his ass and then headed for Dash’s room. Now that they were alone- he was curious to see where Dash would want him and just how far he’d get because he was pretty sure he’d take Dash to a really great place while satisfying his need to get pounded hard.

“Where do you want me sir?” Bradley asked, discarding everything to a corner but his jock. “On my knees?”

This man was definitely unique. Dash had never met someone who had a personality and humor just like the other man. Dash let out a laugh as he shook his head. “Who knows? Maybe if you’re a good little fag and when I’m stoned enough.” Dash teased with a cheeky grin.

Bradley smirked. “On frat row? If you’re not looking to advertise, you’re looking at the best. You think Chapter President Michael had that smile on his face after council just because we scored the Thorne for our formal? No sir-” he said with slow shake of his head. Teasing. Because he knew which girls were good at what since they told him, but he wasn’t giving up this potential power so easily. 

He certainly had his own bargaining price though.

Bradley stepped out of his shorts and picked them up smoothly before approaching and closing the gap. It wasn’t like he wasn’t close and intimate friends with his brothers, some sexual and some not. He’d seen everyone in states of undress just like they’d seen him but this seemed- a little different.

“Bet you could though. Looks like that head especially gets thick and is real trouble,” he smirked.

Bradley shrugged. “Can’t help it. You just laid out a buffet and I just got done with a marathon. And I need a carb load-” he said with a chuckle. 

He let out a little groan at the dick flick, not even wincing. Yeah, he was about slip out of his jock completely at this point. His gaze wandered down to see if Dash was getting aroused at all or if it was just him. Then he looked back up.

“Hey, I know when I’m a slutty hole just getting some relief-” Bradley purred. “I won’t take it personal-” he said with a smile.

“I think we should sir, yeah-” he said with a nod and a low voice, even though there was no one else to hear.

Dash let out another snort as he heard the other man oh-so-humbly brag about his own skills once again. “There’s that humbleness again. I was beginning to miss it.” Dash joked with a smirk as he looked at the other. “So you’re the best cock sucker on frat street?” Dasher asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Why not both?” Bradley said with a little shrug. “Dude, I am so fucking humble. We can text anybody I’ve been in the sack with. They’ll tell you how long I’ve hung on,” he said with a wide, naughty smirk.

“And yet you’re not fucking my face right now with your pants down around your ankles sooooo I don’t know what I’m supposed to think-” Bradley said, eyes twinkling.

Bradley nodded. “You need a professional to take care of you with that thing,” he agreed. He was a little jealous of the girls Dash had taken to bed thus far. He knew he could be great in bed, but he wasn’t one of those types hell-bent on converting every big dicked guy. If it happened, great. Just because he was horny didn’t mean there was a good reason to get all sketchy and weird. “You poked any eyes out?” he teased with a grin.

“Well fuck, of course I am. If I was straight, I’d still be perving probably-” he said thoughtfully. Bradley smirked and then licked the pre-cum off his lips in full, glorious view of the other. He was getting pretty hard in his jock to boot. 

“I’ll share my stash-” he said, to sweeten the offer. “It’s fresh.” He quirked his brow. This was not a time to be shy.

Bradley looked at Dash and didn’t back down. “I don’t wear panties and no public humiliation but yeah. Anything else is on the table. Including seeing if I have a gag reflex or not-” Bradley offered. “Sir.”

“You think so? Do you know any professionals around here that would be able to help me out?” Dash asked with a grin as he looked at the other man. After all, aren’t gay guys supposed to be best friends with girls? So wouldn’t that make it easier for him in the future if he wanted some pussy? “Thankfully, I’ve managed to not go that far just yet. Come close though.” Dash joked with a smirk. 

“That’s what you say and I won’t tell you you’re wrong but I will say I am all about expanding horizons-” Bradley chirped a little. “Why wouldn’t you want somebody that can stand up to our frat guy bs? God, that would be boring. I want a challenge in and out of the bedroom-” Bradley pointed out. “After all, that’s how I become better as a guy and more well rounded. Like the guy I dated that took me to the rodeo and the cowboy bar. Learned a lot about myself and about how to keep my thighs nice so I can ride a mechanical bull better than the Deltas,” Bradley said with a chuckle. Bragging more than a little.

Bradley just nodded, amused. “Alright. Well, there was a lot of it going around. Not me because it was weird like power structure wise but uhh still close to my little so it must’ve been the right move.”

“Fuck you! You know I’m desperate for a dicking down. I’m just saying until I know exactly what you look like- it’s all talk and no dick down my throat-” he teased. Okay, the idea of Dash fucking his face might’ve made his mouth water a bit. He was man enough to admit it.

Bradley didn’t gasp but he didn’t did stare. He licked his lips before he realized he’d done it. “Not bad. You probably scare a couple of girls off being a grower?” Bradley asked. His basketball shorts slipped down, revealing he was wearing a jock so his ass was on full display for the other now. 

“I mean, I’d use a toy on you. Or my mouth. Dude, there’s nobody else here. It’s not like anyone would know-” Bradley said with a shrug. 

Dash chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “I can grow or whatever when I find the girl I want to get married too. Right now? I want to have some hot times and some new experiences. Not question all of my morals.” Dash joked with a smirk as he looked at the other and laughed as he heard him talk about how long he could hold onto a mechanic bull. “Nice to know that you’re so humble.” Dash joked.

“Well, maybe you’ve gotta try a different type of girl. Move off of sorority row. Try a girl that you know will challenge you from the start, you know? At least I know I’ve got my choice of dudes,” Bradley pointed out. “And not just because my family’s loaded. I’m cool as fuck-” Bradley said with a smirk.

“Maybe you’re looking too close. What happened to a hole is just a hole from pledge week huh? Somebody’s getting all choosy-” Bradley pointed out. “It’s the new millennium. Why don’t you join us?”

“Pfft. Big talk. Drop your pants and I’ll be the judge-” Bradley nodded toward Dash’s pants. “It’s a fucking great ass. Smooth, clean, and used just enough that I can more than handle what you’re packing but I do core so I keep it tight enough to feel like a fleshlight. You’ll actually have to do some work in bed with me-” he said, arching his brow at the other.

“Big talk. Why don’t we find out? Nobody else around, let’s strip down and see-” Bradley offered, his dick twitching a little in his basketball shorts at the thought but not necessarily expecting much out of the deal. Unless Dash changed his mind.

“I’ll be the first to admit I’m a slut in bed and I’ll more than happily let you call me that in my ear. Agree- right off the bat-” Bradley chuckled, making a hand motion. 

“I think you’d actually have a better time than you realize-” Bradley pointed out. “And I’m tested so as long as you’re recently tested and clean, you don’t even have to wrap your tool.”

Bradley gave a little nod as he slid up to standing off the couch. As he walked to the railing, he let his shorts slip down- showing off his smooth, perky ass for Dash’s viewing pleasure.

Dash hummed as he heard the other man’s words. “I don’t know...Girls on sorority row have the hottest tits, you know? Besides, who says I’m looking for a challenge?” Although things with his girl have been rather boring a tedious lately...It felt like everything was simply copied and pasted from every other night. Maybe a chance of pace wouldn’t be such a bad idea.