Gang-Banged Teen Virgins

By Ken James

Taken by Horny Frat Bros!

Shy teenage virgins Eric and Cindy are having a picnic in the woods. He's fumbling with her bra when guys from the Delta Iota Kappa Sigma fraternity find them. The randy frat brothers take Eric and Cindy to an isolated cabin for an afternoon of intense play.

Eric is shocked and ashamed when he gets off on the man-to-man sex. And he's totally freaked watching Cindy turn into a sexual wildcat with the Delts.

But, that's only the beginning as Eric and Cindy are swept into the maelstrom of their newly-found sexual desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Nov 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005124366

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Gang-Banged Teen Virgins

Ken James

Ken James Fiction

Austin, Texas

https://kenjamesfiction.com

Gang-Banged Teen Virgins

Copyright © 2022 by Ken James

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: this book contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language and may be considered offensive by some readers.

All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

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Dedication

Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Author's Note

About Ken James

Jack Hammer

New Books

A Request From Ken James

One

Eric's heart pounded as he unbuttoned Cindy's shirt. Unlike the first time, his fingers were steady.

He was a fairly ordinary looking 19-year-old, almost six feet tall and slender, with brown hair and dark eyes. He'd skipped the fifth and eighth grades and was a college sophomore.

Cindy was slender and almost as tall as Eric, with a pretty face, long legs, small breasts, bright brown eyes, and long straight dark brown hair. She was a 19-year-old freshman.

They'd met at the library, went for coffee, and decided they liked each other. A lot.

Since they'd started dating, they'd gone from chaste kisses to passionate tongue kissing. On the last several dates, he'd taken her shirt off and fondled her firm little breasts through her bra while they kissed.

Last time, she'd smiled as he'd removed her shirt and set it aside. As always, her smile had been warm but serious. He'd always wondered what she was hiding behind that mysterious smile.

Wordlessly, she'd sunk back on the bed. He'd gotten on top of her and kissed her. She'd kissed him back, first with shy tenderness but then with mounting intensity. He couldn't figure out how to take her bra off, so he'd lifted her bra cups and licked, kissed, and sucked her nipples. She'd moaned and rolled her hips, rubbing her vulva against his crotch bulge through their clothes. He'd been so excited he'd come in his boxer briefs.

It was a warm Sunday afternoon. They'd spread their blanket on the soft grass at the edge of the forest and eaten their picnic lunch. Then they'd started kissing. He'd stripped off his long-sleeved faded blue tee-shirt, then unbuttoned her green checked shirt and pulled it open.

Her bra was a pale mint green that matched her shirt. It revealed a hint of cleavage, covering her small breasts while still calling attention to her femininity. It was soft and clinging, like a sports bra, but definitely underwear instead of an outer garment.

You're so pretty. He took her shirt off and dropped it on the blanket, then kissed her. She kissed him back, opening her mouth and darting her tongue against his.

Um . . . hum . . . , she purred as he gripped the elastic band at the bottom of her bra and started to lift it.

Well, aren't you two cute! Eric jerked his hand away from Cindy's bra and twisted around to see who had spoken. It was a tall man with thick blond hair, piercing blue eyes, chiseled movie star features, and a muscular body.

Eric recognized him instantly. It was Adam. He was Chapter President of the Delta Iota Kappa Sigma fraternity. Non-frats called them the DICKS and they had a reputation for being hard partying assholes. He was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and matching running shorts that showed off his muscular body and carrying a big bottle of Wild Turkey 101.

Adam gave Eric a dismissive glance, then spent a long time looking Cindy over, letting his gaze linger on her nearly flat chest and modest cleavage. He lifted the bottle and took a long drink, then said, You're really pretty.

Cindy blushed and put her hands over her breasts. Adam drank more whisky and moved so close that Eric could see the blond stubble on his chin and cheeks. I bet you'd rather have a man than a boy.

Uh . . . No! She tried to shrink away while keeping her eyes on the big powerful man. I just want you to leave me . . . She glanced over at Eric, who was frozen in shock. . . . us . . . alone.

Really? Adam smiled like a shark. You look like a girl who really needs it. He caught her wrists and pulled her to her feet.

Eric scrambled to his feet and balled his fists. You heard her. Leave her alone.

Adam laughed, then grabbed Cindy and kissed her roughly while running his hands over her back and kneading her buttocks. Eric tried to pull him away from Cindy, but the big man was as immobile as a statue. He held her in place with one hand while fondling her breasts with the other. You're a hot little piece. He slid his hand down between her legs and rubbed her vulva through her tight fitting forest green yoga pants. You need a good hard cock.

Cindy tore herself away. She looked terrified, but was breathing hard as she stared at the big bulge in Adam's shorts. No! Just go away.

Eric threw himself at Adam, throwing wild punches. Adam blocked them easily. Get out of here! Eric yelled at Cindy. She stood frozen for a second, then took off running up the trail.

Adam stood still, watching her running butt and ignoring Eric's ineffectual blows. When she'd disappeared into the forest, he turned and punched Eric in the stomach.

Eric doubled over in pain, trying to breathe and fighting to keep from throwing up. He managed to stay on his feet, summoned his strength, and swung again.

Adam laughed and dodged the punch, then spun Eric around and grabbed him from behind. If I can't have her, I'll just have to fuck you.

He yanked Eric's khaki hiking shorts down around his knees, hobbling him and revealing his tight red boxer briefs with a black band and white lettering. Cute panties, he growled, rubbing Eric's crotch bulge through the clinging cloth.

Stop! Eric tried to turn around and was almost tripped by the hiking shorts around his knees.

Make me. Adam pulled Eric's boxers down, freeing his hard-on. He laughed and curled his hand around Eric's stiff rod. You want my big hard cock!

No! Eric tried to twist away. Adam grabbed him and pushed him down onto his knees, then pulled his running shorts down and knelt behind him.

Eric gasped as something big and round pressed into his anus. It hurt. He struggled, but couldn't escape. At least, he'd saved Cindy . . .

Two college-age men came out of the woods. Each was holding one of Cindy's hands.

One was short and heavy, with limp shoulder length brown hair, a scraggly mustache, and a ragged goatee. He was wearing a Delta Iota Kappa Sigma tee-shirt, camo pants, and heavy black Doc Martin boots.

The other was tall, thin, and super athletic, with a black buzz cut and two days of beard stubble. He was dressed in a gray ROTC tee-shirt, olive drab hiking shorts, and low-cut hiking boots.

Eric knew them. They were in some of his sophomore classes. The fat kid was Tommy and the ROTC guy was Warren. They were both Delts. We got her, Tommy said.

Adam laughed and patted Eric's ass. Looks like you're spared. Then, he pushed a finger between Eric's butt cheeks. It hurt going into his anus, but also made his cock jerk. At least for now.

* * *

The Delts took Eric and Cindy through the woods, leaving their shirts and picnic stuff behind.

Where are we going? Cindy asked as they followed a narrow trail deeper into the forest.

Don't worry. Adam patted her ass possessively. You'll find out soon enough.

The trail opened into a clearing which held a small wood house. A hand-carved plaque over the front door was inscribed with the Greek letters Delta Iota Kappa Sigma.

Our home away from home. Adam opened the door and gestured for Eric and Cindy to go inside. We're going to have some fun.

Most of the cabin was a combined living room, dining room, and kitchen. Doors along a side wall led to bedrooms and a bathroom. The room was littered with empty beer cans and a couple of empty whisky bottles. A heavy smell of pot hung in the air.

Wake up, guys! Adam called. We've got a surprise for you. Two sleepy-looking guys stumbled out of the bedrooms. One was Adam's age. The other looked like a freshman.

The older guy's hairy body made him look like a heavily-tattooed bear. He was short and built like a weightlifter, with a black stubble beard and a buzz cut. He was barefoot and dressed only in worn black satin boxing shorts.

The freshman was almost as short as the Bear, but so skinny it looked like a strong wind could blow him away. His black hair was rumpled and he had a sparse teenage mustache. He was dressed in a white sleeveless undershirt and tight white briefs. He popped an instant boner as he stared at Cindy's bra and skin-tight yoga pants.

Well! the Bear said. Eric looked at the bulge in the tattooed man's loose boxers with alarm. I thought you were just going swimming.

Change of plans,