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Spring in the city of N bloomed with lush colors: the sun shone brightly; the blue sky was clear of clouds. The leaves of the trees that grew along the edges of the road swayed in a light breeze. In one of the large private houses that were on this street, today there was a party in honor of the birthday of the youngest of its residents.

Yurka invited his school friends. There were a lot of people in the living room: someone was playing board games, someone was frying at the computer, someone was playing cakes, and someone was just talking to each other. Yurka sat in the corner and enthusiastically played chess with his girlfriend. He was the most ordinary guy, he had blue eyes and many more facial features that the author does not want to list. I hope readers will not criticize him because of such a trifle.

Yurka was sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed (it should be noted that he had beautiful long legs, aesthetically fitted with the fabric of sweatpants) and thought about his new move. Pawn, rook, or move like a queen? There is little point in a course if it does not lead to anything. A short guy with a short-disheveled haircut approached Yura and said:

— Yur, can I play your console?

– Of course, you can, Tyoma, what are you doing! Now I’ll get you, come with me, – Yura quickly perked up and got up from the sofa. It became clear that he was one head taller than Tyoma. They were best friends, so Yurka could not refuse Artyom anything and vice versa.

How did they meet and why did they become friends? Who knows. It was once in elementary school; a lot of water has flown under the bridge since then. But the author can take the liberty of guessing what is going on in the minds of the characters. It seems that Tyoma liked Yura in that he is talented, smart and at the same time simple, always kind to him. Although Yura is from a wealthy family, he does not turn up his nose. It always has.

Yura noted that Artyom is a cheerful, playful, very loyal friend. Although shy, he somehow especially revealed himself with Yura. Probably, only the best friends are revealed this way. So, they were friends for many years, but after the onset of puberty, friendship with Tyoma changed. Yura matured, began to play sports, was very handsome, and girls stared at him. Tyoma, for some reason, began to avoid his friend, and when he met with his eyes, he blushed a lot and tried to hide it. Yuri didn’t understand what was going on. After school, I thought about Artyom more than once and thought what was wrong with him. But still they remained best friends, although now they communicated less often.

The guys went up to the second floor and went into the birthday room. It was spacious with a large wide window and an equally large bed. Yurka began to rummage around in the boxes that stood near the closet. Soon he found a prefix and immediately gave it to Tyoma. He said “thank you” and hurried to run away, but Yura gently took him by the shoulder and stopped him.

“Tem, wait. I wanted to tell you something… You’ve been acting strange lately. You can tell me what happened to you, I won’t tell anyone.

“Everything is fine with me,” Artyom muttered, blushed, looked down at the floor and fell silent.

– So, what happened, did I offend you with something? You know I never wanted…

Tyoma interrupted his friend, looking into his deep blue eyes, and blurted out:

“You never offended me!” You’ve always been good to me, you’re very handsome, and smart, and, and…” He looked hot and scared.

Cutting himself off in mid-sentence, Artyom flushed, lowered his eyes, and tears accumulated on his long eyelashes. Tyoma was afraid that Yura would leave him, refuse him, turn away from him. This is the most powerful fear – to lose and so the only friend.

Silence. Hard breath. Birds sing outside the open window, leaves rustle, a light breeze from time-to-time flies into the room and splashes our heroes with spring coolness.

Yura gently hugged his friend, pressed his waist to him. Tyoma shuddered in surprise and tried to escape, but after a moment he realized that this was exactly what he wanted so much. Yurka wiped away his tears and approached for a kiss. Tyoma wrapped his arms around his friend’s neck with relief and closed his eyes, filled with calmness, in which there was no longer fear.

They kissed. A long and tender kiss was the first and best for the guys. True, Tyoma had to rise on tiptoe to reach his friend’s hot lips. Tyoma did not know what was done in such cases, so after the kiss he immediately knelt down and decided to do what is usually done to please his friend or, more precisely, his beloved. Yurka’s tight-fitting pants appeared in front of his face, which were much more voluminous in the groin area than before. Yura understood what he was going to do and resolutely stopped Artyom.

– Are you crazy? I have a house full of guests, we can be spotted!

“So, what now?” – Tyoma said disappointedly and looked at Yurka.

– We will return, we will play as usual, and I will see the guests earlier, before my parents return from work, and we will be alone for several hours! Yura said conspiratorially.

Tyoma perked up, and sparks lit up in his eyes again, and he agreed to such a scenario.

They returned to the others. Artyom already had a prefix in his hands, and his eyes shone with happiness. Perhaps someone paid attention to this and thought that it was because of the prefix, but only they and Yura knew that she had nothing to do with it.

Yurka returned to his chess game, but his thoughts were no longer there. The opponent noticed that Yura began to play worse, but apparently did not attach any importance to this, enjoying her short triumph.

Yurka radiated happiness and was in anticipation, so he began to slowly see the guests off, referring to the fact that his parents would soon arrive, and he would still need to clean up after the party.

After he made sure that all the guests, except for his friend, had left the house, he and Tyoma hurried to retire to Yurka’s room. Closing the door with a key, they stopped restraining themselves and again merged into a kiss.

Tyoma took the initiative in his own hands and touched Yurka’s already hard cock, gently passed his hand over it, lowered himself to the balls, felt them through the tight fabric of his sweatpants and squeezed them slightly in his fist. Yura groaned softly at such a gesture, but did not want to stop Artyom.

 

After a few kisses, Tyoma got down on his knees and eagerly looked at Yurka’s impressive boner, clearly visible through his clothes and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Artyom quickly pulled off his friend’s pants, and Yurka’s jewelry, covered with a narrow fabric of white shorts, appeared in front of his face. Tyoma, eyes wide open, fascinated, looked at the clearly distinguished eggs and Yurkin’s erect penis. He thought a little, looked playfully at Yurka and slapped him in the balls. He twitched and yelled.

– What are you doing?! It hurts! – exclaimed.

— Oh, forgive me, Yurka! – feignedly apologized.

Artyom admitted that he likes to see athletic guys like Yura react so sharply to such light blows. He had long wanted to do this with Yura.

“Well, please, let me play with your balls, and in return I will thank you,” Artyom said coquettishly.

Yurka, shocked by such depraved behavior of his friend (which he never expected), from his dirty fantasies, unable to resist his interest, agrees.

Tyoma asks him to spread his legs and straighten his penis up so that it does not cover the balls. Now Yurka’s balls stood out even more clearly, and Yura and Artyom understood this. Artyom looked at Yurka with excitement and made a trial swing of his fist. Yura bit his lip and closed his eyes, but no blow came.

– Are you so afraid?

– Yes, it hurts, so you understand!

Tyoma wants Yurka to undress completely, leaving only his underwear.

Yura reluctantly agrees. He takes off his pants, jacket with a T-shirt and remains in his shorts. He has a very hot figure: a prominent torso and broad shoulders, narrow hips, juicy buttocks and long legs, which Tyoma urged to place wider so that it would be more convenient for him to beat Yurka’s testicles. Yura obediently agreed and spread his legs. Artyom swung his leg and made a blow. He hit right on the balls. Yurka gasped and leaned over, his hands reached for his groin, and his knees bent, but Tyoma forbade him to do this.

– This is very painful! Yuri complained.

“Then why do you have a huge hard-on if it hurts so much?” Artyom retorted with a sneer.

Yura bashfully kept silent, again dutifully spread his legs and put his hands behind his back.

This time, Tyoma was not so cruel, he decided to punch. He sat down again and began to quickly beat Yurka’s balls with his refined fists. He bit his lip in pain, but did not bring his knees together.

“Good girl, keep it up,” Tyoma praised, smiling broadly.

Yura was shocked at how such a shy person could have such dirty fantasies. But what surprised him even more was that he apparently liked it too.

Yuru was pulled out of his thoughts by a new series of quick blows, after which he groaned painfully. He felt how his balls gave off heat and became the epicenter of all sensations. But Yurka tried not to bring his knees down and stand still.

Tyoma stood up and clung to Yurka’s lips, and then began to stroke his developed body with his hands, stopped on the nipples and decided to tease them with his long fingers. Yurka groaned with pleasure.

They moved to the bed. Tyoma also removed everything superfluous from himself. He was not as athletic as Yurka, but he took the liberty of riding him. Previously, Yura could not imagine that someday he would voluntarily allow his friend to beat him in the balls, and in general would lie under him on the bed in his shorts. And now it’s reality. Pleasant reality.

Tyoma interrupted Yura’s thoughts and lowered his knee on the balls protruding from Yura’s shorts, pressing them into his thigh and slowly crushing them. Yurka opened his eyes wide; his breathing became erratic. He felt the pressure build up, saw Temin’s smile and the hard-on proudly looking in his direction, and seemed ready to break his master’s black swimming trunks. Yura began to moan softly and asked Tyoma to stop:

“Please stop, my balls are about to burst!!

Yurkin’s riser was made of stone all this time. But now he didn’t think about it.

Tyoma removed his knee, which was a great relief for Yurka, and began to gently massage his penis. Artyom pulled off his friend’s underpants and admired his impressive size. He hesitated for a moment, and then bent down and stuck his mouth on Yurka’s boner. Yura closed his blue eyes and groaned softly. The room was filled with obscene sounds.

       Tyoma diligently moved his head, from time to time glancing at the reaction of his friend. Yura was in seventh heaven and was swimming in an ocean of pleasure, when suddenly Artyom took his balls in both hands and unceremoniously squeezed them, pressing his thumbs into them. A new, to put it mildly, unusual “note” for Yura was added to the cocktail of pleasure.

“The closer you get to orgasm, the harder I will squeeze your balls. Do you agree? Tim suggested playfully.

It was impossible to refuse. Yura was ready to endure for the sake of pleasure, and therefore nodded his head.

Tyoma was very happy with this decision and continued to work hard and please his best friend. His fingers squeezed Yura’s testicles more and more, and obscene sounds became more frequent. Yura breathed more and more often, sweet moans escaped from his chest, blue eyes looked lovingly at his friend, who, apparently, was already more than a friend. When the eyes of Tyoma and Yura crossed, they exchanged sparks and smiles. True, Tyoma could not smile with all his teeth, because his mouth was busy.

Yura was close to orgasm, his body tensed, and sweet moans became more frequent. Tyoma saw this and picked up the pace. He pressed his fingers into Yurka’s poor balls, crushing them and squeezing all the juice out of them.

– Ahhhh! Yura screamed. It was somewhere between an animal growl and a moan of pleasure.

Yurkin’s member began to splash out sperm, and Tyoma dutifully accepted all her portions. A white trickle flowed from his mouth. There was a lot of sperm. Not surprisingly, Yura was a healthy, tall and strong stallion, but Tyomina’s work with her friend’s balls also gave its result. Artyom swallowed his portion and depravedly licked his lips, smiling and quite watching the reaction of Yurka, stunned by such a gesture. Artyom’s black swimming trunks were still torn apart by an iron riser, longing for detente. Yura noticed this and wanted to help his friend, but he, still sitting astride Yurka, took out his instrument himself, made several frictions, fucking his fist, and with a depraved groan finished no less plentifully on his friend. Several jets hit Yurkino’s face, which, however, did not embarrass him at all. They lay down together. Tyoma took out napkins and began to gently wipe Yurka.

Words were unnecessary here. Artyom smiled, gently embracing and clinging to the hot body of his best friend. It’s probably a fairy tale. And what was in Yura’s head? Who knows. His chest heaved high, and his peaceful gaze was directed out the window. Now he felt good.

It was spring outside. The birds sang as usual, but then this tune was special, at least for two friends. Special rustle of leaves. Native light breeze.

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Thanks for reading! The author is Mykola Kuznets. I will be glad for your feedback. Write here or email – [email protected]. Sorry if there were any mistakes. I translated this story through google translator 😅

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Randy’s Blowjob

It was again half past eight and I was phoning him from Warsaw.

-Hi again, Randy, are you ready for a new session of phone sex?

-Hi, Gregory. In fact I was waiting for you naked on my bed and I’m totally hard, but…

-Have you been horny today? Did you wank sometimes?

-I’ve been totally horny and…

-Am I helping you forget Pietro?

-Well, in my desire of masturbation now I no longer have Pietro’s image but yours, Gregory, it’s not correct. You’re sexy as hell but you’re my son.

-Randy, I’ve had to jerk myself off four times today, just remembering what sweet sex we had last night and I was almost able to perceive the taste of your dick, and I wanna suck it more often. Nothing wrong, dad. This way both of us are horny and enjoy. And I know how eager you were yesterday to suck my cock, Randy. Well, in a short while you’ll do it.

-Gregory, it’s true that I’m a bit disconcerted with you but it’s also true that I really enjoyed yesterday night and I can see you also enjoyed and want more and since you sucked your father’s cock, now you must have the fun of also getting an incestuous blowjob. So ok, I will. I only ask you that if at any moment you’re uncomfortable, please ask me to stop and that would be the end of our phone sex.

-So dad, you can start now, I’m ready.

-I want first to exhaust a bit that hot dick you have, so first of all I grab it and start masturbating it.

-I can almost perceive your hand moving lustfully on it, dad.

-And as I’m jacking you off, I notice what a hot body you have everywhere. That’s another thing I had to do yesterday as I wanked thinking about you, Gregory: imagining your naked body.

-And now that you’re supposed to see it, do you like it, Randy?

-I feel the desire to touch you all over as I am masturbating you. Were you not my son, I’d do it.

-Randy, touch me all you want, please. And tell me.

-Well, then I start rubbing your balls with my left hand as with my right hand I’m masturbating you. But I wanna touch everything in your sexy body and soon my left hand starts running up your chest and I masturbate your nipples. Do you like it, Gregory?

-It’s a fire of lust that I’m feeling right now, Randy. No girl has ever done that. I will turn now for I’m sure you also want to touch this ass of mine. I’m turning.

-Such perfection you have, Gregory, what an ass! Pietro and all the boys I’ve been with would envy you. But now turn. I’m gonna keep on masturbating you till you cum.

-I’m turning now, Randy, but I’m so close, I can’t help it, I’m staining your hand.

-That’s what I wanted, Gregory and this way I’ll taste this hot boy’s semen before my first blowjob. Mmmm! Delicious taste. And now as you’re still cumming, I treacherously take your dick into my mouth. Now you’ll know what having a blowjob from a man means.

-But I’ll return to this tasty gun later. First and wanting to do something you haven’t done to me, I will start licking your perineum.

He had to explain to me what the perineum was. I’d never heard the word before and no girl had ever bothered in that part of my body.

-I’m feeling your wet tongue in that area, Randy, thank you –I said almost yelling for of course with my fingers I was touching all the area till Randy Medlock told me now he was tackling my balls.

-Has any girl licked them before, Gregory?

-No girl has done that either, Randy. How grateful I am to you. Now whenever I find a new girl, I’ll have to remind her of my balls too, lol.

-Don’t know about girls but when we boys want to do something, we do it in earnest. And you’re the sexiest and most special boy I could ever meet and since you like it I have no hurry to leave your balls. Don’t worry, soon you’ll notice Randy’s tongue starting a long journey up your shaft, inch by inch by inch, but let me go on here. What a virile taste you have, Gregory!

-Thanks, Randy.

And I could feel it. It was just phone sex but the sensation was of humidity in my balls and I knew sooner or later I should find someone who really licked them, the way he was doing it, tirelessly.

-And finally the time has come to know the center of my son’s virility, the best place in a real man’s manhood and since you’re allowing this to your own father, now he’ll show you how to treat a dick. Now imagine I’m an ant or rather an army of ants. They’ve smelled food and you know they can walk long distances till they find something and are able later to carry a heavy weight on their backs. So I’m now starting my journey up, for I’ve smelled delicious food and have to bring it back to the anthill, knowing this meal would satiate our hunger for months.

-I’m feeling it, Randy. The tickling of your tongue in my dick is like ants with real desire to store the best food.

-And now before entering the anthill, they stop at this sexy glans, cause it’s a new taste and they lick it endlessly till finally they swallow this scrumptious gun completely. I hope it’s fire now that you’re feeling, Gregory.

-It’s real fire, Randy.

And just four minutes and imagining my father’s mouth with my dick deep in his throat I had to tell him that I was cumming. Of course he told me he was drinking it all.

-But I won’t leave this phone call today without making you cum twice with a fatherly blowjob. Still cumming, I don’t let your dick get out of my mouth yet and I keep on sucking it with the real desire that you cum again. It’s wonderful to suck a dick now relishing the taste of the semen that it’s spilling.

I felt my dick was being sucked expertly again when in fact I was cumming and I really felt the moisture a mouth must be giving to my now wet dick which I really imagined now deep in my father’s throat.

-Hope you never repent of this, Randy. I’ve never gotten such a good blowjob before and I’m sure no girl could ever make me feel like this. Hope our phone sex continues every day, Randy.

He told me he’d continue and the sounds he was making now were as if he had indeed a dick deep in his mouth and he couldn’t speak clearly. And so the blowjob went on for ten minutes for I had already cum. Indeed phone sex for Randy was not only imagination for we both came endlessly. Finally I had to tell him that I was surrendering to the hottest sexual pleasure I’d ever felt and I was cumming again and Randy managed to make the sound of swallowing my entire load.

-Randy, you’ve taken me to heaven. Tomorrow at our usual hour, half past eight, I’ll phone you from Vilnius.

-Where’s that, Gregory?

-Lithuania, dad. And the next day I’ll take a flight home.

-Very good, my hot son.

So that was all from Warsaw and the next day I phoned him of course from Vilnius. He didn’t know what we were gonna do today. I told him we could have two blowjobs. First I’d suck his dick again and next it could be him. He agreed.

In the new blowjob I was giving him, I’m sure he was convinced by now that I enjoyed phone sex but he was frightened how we would behave when we met tomorrow. But he was getting used to my blowjobs. I remembered all the fun he’d given me yesterday and tried to return him the same fun.

Next he gave me a new wonderful imaginary blowjob. I told him over and over again that since my job was constantly travelling abroad, now I wanted our phone sex for years to come and he said that would be wonderful.

After an hour of intense incestuous phone sex with a blowjob each, I hang up the phone and told him: tomorrow I’ll be back home, Randy. Hope you take advantage of this time of wait to really give fun to your dick. See you tomorrow.

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I met him on outpersonalscom, he was 20+ years older than me and since I was pretty inexperienced, he was perfect. He could host, and he had the most beautiful 9” cock!

I was feeling really slutty, just not usually having the courage to follow it up. He somehow convinced me to drive the 30 minutes to his place. On my way over to his place he asked if I “partied” I smoked pot on the regular, and have messed around with Coke and hallucinogens and ecstasy, but not knowing what he meant I just went with it and said yes.

When I got to his apartment, he welcomed me in, and we hung out on the couch for a bit. He packed up a bowl, and we got to talking about what we wanted. I told him I just wanted someone else to be in charge- make me do whatever it takes to please. We kept smoking pot until I needed to use the bathroom.

Once I accomplished the necessary, I stood in front of the mirror before I went back out. Now or never, I decided. I decided to strip down to my thong undies (oh yes, I came prepared). Satisfied with my appearance, I went back to join him.

His face totally lit up, and pulled me close in to him on the couch. He caressed and touched, pinched and squeezed me literally everywhere. He was wearing only sweats, and I quickly remove them for him. I couldn’t wait to get that beautiful cock in my mouth. Face down ass up I did my best porn star impersonation. All the while he was fondling and then eventually started smacking my ass. The smacking intensified as did the pressure of his other hand shoving my head down on his dick. It was tough, but I did actually get his whole thing down my throat. He pulled the thong aside, and started fingering my eager but inexperienced ass. I was becoming less nervous and increasingly whorishly horny.

He really got into smacking my ass for a bit, then pulled my face off of him, and stood me up. And I and I sort of still had my thong on, but the back was pulled off to the side, and the material in front was straining to contain my excitement. His grin made my knees weak. He pushed aside the front of my undies, yanking my cock and balls out. He shoved my hands behind my back, and led me back down the hall to his bedroom.

Hey, shove me hard against the wall, opposite his bed, where he sat down, slowly, jerking his gorgeous cock.

“Fix your shit and do a strip for me boy”

I was completely unprepared for this experience, it was nothing like we had discussed before hand, but oh my God it was turning me on so much. I adjusted the song so that it covered things again, and then started slowly swaying up against the wall, and a sexy away as I could, having no idea what I was doing. I was a lousy dancer, but I was so turned on. I started off facing the wall, bending, shaking and smacking my ass for him. He told me to turn around and slowly take off my thong. I slowly pulled them down as my hips slowly moved side to side. I stared at him, turned on by the desire I could see in his eyes. He had me continue to face him running my hands over my body. My dick has never been so hard!!! He told me to crawl over to him, but slowly. I did as I was told, staring at his huge cock the whole time. I didn’t need to be told to start sucking when I got there.

I was really pretty inexperienced, it had been years since I was last with a man. I was pretty decent at bjs, and I LOVE sucking dick. I was a whole lot less good at actual sex. It was always uncomfortable unless drugs were involved. The uncomfortable part kinda turned me on, I got so turned on doing whatever it took to please. In fact, we had agreed to just oral this first time, but it was obvious we were way past that.

He pulled me up off him, and had me stand in front of him for inspection. His hands were all over me, caressing, touching, squeezing. He moved me around like his was inspecting a piece of meat, and I was loving it. He positioned me over his knees, face down. He rubbed my cheeks, spread my legs and grabbed some lube from the bedside table. Just as soon as I adjusted to the coolness of the lube, his fingers went to work. He was gentle at first, but i soon felt 2 and then three fingers and the speed and intensity increased. Then he started smacking my ass at the same time- oooooofffff!

I’m pretty sure I was begging him to fuck me at this point. He shoved me back onto my knees in front of him and forced his cock down my throat. He wasn’t fully hard, but to feel him growing in my mouth… he grabbed the back of my head and pretty much had his way with my face for a minute or two. Then he pulled me up, turned me around facing the wall, and had me sit on his gorgeous cock. I didn’t think I was gonna be able to take it all certainly not at first, but in that position, it wasn’t that hard to get him balls deep. I rode him reverse cowgirl as long as I could, and just as I was about to give out, he pulled me off him and tossed me face down on the bed. He mounted me from behind, and had his way with me. It was still uncomfortable, but I was determined to get him off no matter what. Suddenly, I felt 2-3 really hard thrusts, then his hands on my hips forcing me down onto him, then felt him shaking and a new, delightful feeling of him cumming in my ass. I’ve never had that feeling before because I’ve always been safe. I was kicking myself, but at the same time it was such an awesome feeling. He collapsed on top of me, and I felt him grow soft, and eventually he pulled out.

Then, all of a sudden, the mood kind of changed, and he got all tender. He lovingly turned me over on my back and ran his hands all over me again. This time, he paid extra attention to my cock and balls. He’s soon have a hard as a rock, and gave me a glorious blow job. When he was finished here pretty quickly got up, saying that he wanted to shower and offered me the same. It was kind of awkward, but truth be told I didn’t want to shower and wash him off me just yet. I told him I really had to go do some work, and left pretty quickly. The whole way home. I felt his cum inside me and wondered whether it was dripping out. For some reason that was so fucking hot. As soon as I got home, I played with my ass and his cum, jerked off again and then reached out asking when we could play the next time. We ended up having several more encounters that were just as much fun.

This is a true story of our 2nd encounter.

It had been some time since I played with anyone. It’s easy for me to get attention on dating apps. Tight, round, firm, very clean ass seems to do the trick. However, for me I need to have more than just fuck and go. I am exceptionally shy with people I don’t know and meet for the first time and need to have the other person be a little dominant and controlling. In fact, I have walked out of someone’s place out of pure shyness and embarrassment because he was waiting for me to make a move more than once.

I had been looking at the usual apps when I saw an Asian guy. For me Asian tops, while not a must always goes to the front of the line if they can be dominant. We chatted for ages and everything felt great. He was easy to talk to and his pictures were amazing. Tall slim guy about 6’1” with toned body and a beautiful cock. I told him I would love to meet up with him, and decided to tell him everything I needed him to do if we met. I told him how shy I was and how he would have to be dominant and controlling with me. He would have to take the lead, squeezing or slapping my balls, sucking my nipples hard, pinching them, spanking my ass not letting me touch myself and punishing if I did. I told him being tied up was best for me to not play with myself. I said there were other things we could also do if he wished without being specific. Our messaging went silent for almost an hour, and I was kicking myself for being so forward but felt I had to be honest if this was going to work for us both.

After about an hour, he responded that he has never done any of those things and doesn’t like using words like slut, bitch, whore etc. I told him for me they are part of the role play together and not insults that you say out in public, and it was his choice what words he did or didn’t use. Afraid I had scared him off, I said we would also go slowly with the dominance if he just grabbed and squeezed my balls when we met to help me over my shyness. Again, there was a 20 min pause before he responded. He said he really liked my ass pictures and wanted his fingers and cock in me using me to open me up before putting a condom on and fucking me. He also said he would make sure I didn’t touch myself until he said so and that he would help me over my shyness. Beyond that, he said he had to wait and see what would happen together. I met him that evening and we experimented with him dominating me, using my ass nipples cock and balls. He slapped and squeezed my balls while I was tied up to see my reaction.  He took to domination immediately at times pushing my pain limits to see what he could do. It was amazing. We sucked and fucked for 2 hours and when he came in my ass he pulled the condom off and forced me to drink his load before letting me jerk off.

I went home happy that evening. Four days later I got another message from him in the morning. He wanted to “have me” again that evening. I was over the moon and horny as hell. I was told to be at his place at 7pm, wearing the cock ring that I had mentioned and to have no underwear on under very loose and untied shorts.

As the hours of the day rolled by, it was hard to contain myself from not jerking off. I also washed my ass 3 times to make sure I was ultra clean. I headed for the public transport train with everything he suggested and could barely contain myself. My cock hardened and softened about 10 times on the train as I imagined our play together. I’m sure someone must have noticed the bulge in my pants when I got off the train. I walked for a few minutes to his house and rang his doorbell. He opened the door in a bathrobe and asked me to come in. Once inside he closed the door and faced me. His hand grabbed forward fast and went down my pants to grip and squeeze my balls hard. I groaned loudly in both pleasure and pain as he told me to undress immediately. Once naked he said to remove his robe, which I did. He produced several belts and asked me to turn around, As I did, he bound my wrists tightly together. Another belt he put around my neck like a leash. He kept another in his hand and used the belt around my neck to pull me to his bedroom telling me to sit on the floor against the bed with my legs spread wide.

Once on the floor he said he had watched some more domination porn and really liked it. He leaned forward and told me to take his cock into my mouth. I did as he said immediately, sucking his cock head, flicking his cock head and piss hole with my tongue before sliding my mouth onto his shaft. I sucked him pulling out and back onto him over and over. Suddenly, he leaned forwarded onto me and forced his entire cock down my throat. At first, I loved him burying himself deep into me but then he wouldn’t lift off. I started to gag and choke unable to breathe and tried to turn my head to get free for some air. As I did, his foot found my cock and balls and he pressed onto them crushing them against the floor and I cried out in pain only to take his cock even deeper as he shouted at me to take it. He held his cock down my throat for ages and I started to feel like blacking out from lack of oxygen. My struggles stopped as I became more and more faint, and he finally released me from the punishment of his cock on my throat. He used me like this several times before pulling out and telling me to clean the saliva and his precum from his cock. I did so immediately, afraid I would get another cock choking. He lifted me off the floor and pushed me onto his bed. He rolled me onto my stomach and with my legs spread tied my ankles to the corners of the bed. Next, he released my hands and placed several pillows under me before tying my wrists to the top of the bed corners.

He climbed on top of me and strapped my ass a few times. He said he was warming my ass up for later. I flinched as the belt connected with me and while painful was also stimulating. Then he stopped and to my surprise started massaging my shoulders and back. His touch was amazing, and I kept breaking out in goose bumps as his firm hands worked my shoulders and back over and over for about 15 mins. He leaned onto me, his whole body on mine kissing my neck, biting me enough to feel it but not break skin. He worked his way down my back doing this to both sides of me. I was in heaven. As he reached my ass he massaged my red butt cheeks firmly and told me he was going to give me a mark on both cheeks to remember him for a several days. I thought he was going to flog me with the belt. Instead, his mouth clamped onto my right cheek as he bit down sucking hard drawing my ass flesh into his mouth. It was painful but sensual and I started to try move my ass to shift the sucking from the same spot. He wasn’t having this. He reached between my legs and pulled my balls ordering me to lie still and take it. He bit and sucked that same spot for about 10 mins. He lifted off me and before I could say anything, he bit down onto my left cheek and did the exact same thing. When he was finished, he said “you now have nice big black love bites on your ass cheeks to remember me by for a while” This was followed by multiple sting slaps onto both love bites on my ass. I was bouncing all over the bed but couldn’t escape.

He then lubed my ass and without hesitation pushed two fingers in as far as he could. It was painful as he buried his fingers inside of me and I was glad that I had used a dildo oneself earlier to make sure I was clean as it helped with loosening me a little. His fingers fucked me over and over for ages. Sometimes pushing in as deep as he could and moving his fingers around my insides before he pushed a 3rd finger into me. The feeling from his fingers was unreal, I have no idea how long he fingered my ass or how many he pushed into me. It was well over 30 minutes and I didn’t want it to stop. He eventually climbed to my head and told me suck his cock until it was rock hard, and I did gladly. Once he was satisfied, he moved back between my legs and placed his cock head against my ass. I asked if he was going to put a condom on as he pushed his cock into me. He leaned forward burying himself deep inside me and whispered into my ear, “the slut doesn’t dictate what is going to happen, Sir does, do you understand that?”. I tried to talk to get him off, but his hand reached under me and started squeezing my balls. Again, he said, “I asked you if you understood”. All I could say is “yes sir, I understand as I moaned in pain” He launched into a brutal pounding of my ass. Pulling out and driving back in deep over and over. My pain and pleasure grunts and moaning were all I could achieve. Faster and faster he fucked me before saying “slut, you are going to get my seed on our second date. Now thank your master” He said he was going to cum soon and without thinking just blurt out “thank you sir,” over and over. He pushed in as deep as he could and put his arm around my neck pulling me tightly onto against him. He cried out as he had a huge intense orgasm. His cock jerked up and down and I could feel it and his cum hitting and filling my insides and shooting deep into my intestines. He bit down on my shoulder as he cried out in extasy. He came so much that I could feel his warm cum running down my ass onto my balls while he was still deep inside me.

He lay on top of me and still inside of me for about 15 minutes as we both panted heavily. He untied my wrists while on top of me and eventually he pulled his cock from my ass. He then untied my ankles and told me to roll onto my back. As I rolled over, I felt his cum starting leak out of my ass a lot. He used his fingers to push it back into me finger fucking me again before letting it flow out onto his cock which was at my ass. He moved to sit on my chest and pushed his cum covered fingers into my mouth telling me to clean them but not spit it out. Then he told me to clean his cock carefully and gently. He said he wanted to see his cum in my mouth before making me swallow it. I sucked his cock, taking what cum was on it into my mouth. He squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. He then climbed off me loading more of his leaking cum onto his fingers and hand. I had to take it all. I was told to show him my mouth full of his cum and once I did, he put his hand over my mouth, squeezed by balls and made me swallow it all.

He moved back between my legs playing with my cock and balls. “You haven’t cum yet slut, that’s good. I decide when you cum”. As his left hand grabbed and squeezed my balls, he started to jerk me off. There was no lube as his hand worked my cock over and over. I moaned and moaned as I started to rise to my orgasm. I knew I would cum hard and loud. I said, “Sir I am going to cum soon”. He stopped jerking me and slapped my balls. Not too hard but enough to make me flinch and cry out. He said, “when you cum I will lift your legs and you will cum all over your own slutty face and mouth.” I simply said, “yes Sir”. His hand went back to my hard cock jerking me off. I started moaning louder and louder and breathing heavier and faster. Eventually I said, “I’m going to cum”. He pushed my ass in the air so my knees were almost beside my head and continued jerking me off. I screamed out “Im cumming” and as I began to shoot, he pulled my foreskin back over my cock head. He held my cock pointing at my mouth when I erupted with one hand while his other hand started slapping my balls. I exploded in a wave of extasy and pain and erupted over and over into my mouth and onto my face. Once finished he made sure every drop of cum was squeezed out of my cock before letting my legs fall onto the bed. He reached forward and scooped up what cum wasn’t in my mouth with his fingers and pushed them into my ass. He said he wanted both of our cum in my ass and mouth. After fingering me for a while he pulled them out and pushed them into my mouth. “Take our cum at once and taste it”. I did just that. I was exhausted and in a complete daze. He told me “I think you need to get bitten in the front also to remind you of me when you look in the mirror. He pushed onto me and moved to my left nipple. Like with my ass, he bit down firmly and sucked really hard over and over and over. I cried out as his mouth assaulted my nipple sucking it harder and deeper into his mouth. I wasn’t tied up and for some reason I didn’t even try to move as his mouth gorged my nipple and surrounding area. His sucking made me feel like he was sucking the life out of me through my nipple, and I couldn’t do anything but take it. When he was done, my nipple and breast were about 5 times bigger than normal, and I could see the deep dark mark from his sucking around it. Of course, to make it even, my right nipple was also devoured in a similar way. I looked like a teen girl my huge nipples and tits so enlarged from his sucking.

Eventually he climbed off me and told me I should leave now that he needed to shower. I said that I still had cum leaking out of my ass and if I go on the train with no underwear on it would be seen leaking out on my pants. Also only wearing a T-Shirt my nipples and tits looked huge. I asked if I could have a quick shower to which he said, “no that’s your problem, besides I am glad about what I have done to you today. I’m not going to let you hide it”. Stunned at his reply, I pulled my clothes on, tried to squeeze my exhausted ass cheeks together to stop the leak and pulled on my shirt to hide my breasts and nipples as best I could. When I got home it hadn’t worked. My pants were soaked at the ass. My only comfort is maybe people thought I sat on something wet. I looked in the mirror at my huge sore blackened nipples and ass cheeks and while it hurt, enjoyed that he had done this to me. He was right, it kept me remembering what had happened over and over.

Today, 5 days later he asked me if the marks had gone. I said no they are still there and I’m very sensitive in those spots, but they are starting to fade a little. He replied “ahh just in time then, you will come over to my place on Saturday morning at 11am this weekend. I want to have some extended time to see how much of my hand you can take try some new things and of course refresh those marks.” I just replied, yes Sir.

Somebody brought some porno mags to the school bus stop on Wednesday morning.

The magazines were pretty hard core and they featured fully mature women getting fucked in various positions by big black dudes and some Latin studs. One was called “THUG” and had a group of very muscular, young black guys on the cover standing around a lady who looked like she could have been their school teacher. As Trenton and Darrel fumbled around with the pages, I glanced down at another one of the magazines and noticed that a couple of page segments featured a transgender ‘woman’ getting manhandled by these young ruffians. The lady had a cute face and nice tits but was also sporting a big, uncut cock.

I have to admit, I was getting a bit turned on by that one. Leave it to me to be turned on by some ‘beyond-the-pale’, freaky shit.

I didn’t want my friends to see me looking at ‘homo’ photo spread, so I quickly turned away from it and let my thoughts drift as I waited for the bus.

After we all boarded the ride to school, I scrambled for the empty seat nearest to my BFF Trent and this older kid Darrel.

We all started chattering like a bunch of girls in a sewing circle.

“So, you know that one street downtown?” Trenton asked.

“Which street?” I asked.

“The street where all the black people hang out…”

“Oh yeah, yeah” I realized. “That’s Martin Luther King Boulevard’ I explained.

“Okay, so my older brother is doing an installation for the heating and air unit there. He started hanging out with the owners and his son because he knew Blaine from Junior Varsity Football a few years ago or some such shit.” He continued.

“It’s kinda rough down there in that part of town” I remarked.”Last month that white kid from out of town, got mugged, sexually assaulted and carjacked” I said.

“Well Blaine and his homey must get a pass ‘cuz they’re down there everyday…Even on Saturday and Sunday” Said Trent.

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“Blaine must be getting some pussy down there because I found a bunch of panties and fishnet stockings stashed in his bathroom hamper” Trent said.

‘There’s even a duffel bag with some dildos in it under his bed!”, He added chuckling.

“Maybe him and his buddy are using ’em on each other!” I joked.

And while Trent and I thought that was funny, Darrel looked at us with a half smile on his face, like he knew something we didn’t. I wonder sometimes if we are the only two teenagers that aren’t told the whole story…I always feel like everybody else knows stuff that we don’t.

“So my brother’s been getting home hella late, smelling like weed and beer. Then he get’s up for work at like 4am. He showed me these yesterday and told me how he got them but he doesn’t know I brought them to school today” He quieted his voice to a whisper as if his sibling were somehow listening.

I grabbed one of the magazines and leafed through it, half hoping it was the “gay” one with the transgender girl in it. I carefully looked at each photo set with equal scrutiny, as I didn’t want to appear ‘eager’ to find that section where the girl with a dick is getting banged.

The pictures and accompanying text all were getting me horny. All of the themes were about young, hardened, black men and teenaged boys, rough-fucking helpless, yet willing, white women with their powerful cocks. I liked that the females were hesitant at first, then by the end of the pictorial, they were opening their legs wide with their heels up, backs arched, letting these hoodlum looking dudes pound away at their wet, wide opened pussies. While seeing white ladies get satisfied by big, black cock was a turn on, I was still rather interested in the portion of the magazine that showed trans and gay men getting used by blacks.

I was about half way in to the magazine when I found the photo set. It was SO fascinating to me that a hot, sexy woman could have amazing tits, feminine hips yet sport a big, meaty prick and a set of giant “bedroom nuts” that looked full of cum. I perused the section and my dick grew semi erect. The vibration of the old, rickety school bus caused my ass to clench and release, making my cock grow even more hard as we traveled the road to school.

By the time we got to the parking lot at our school drop-off point, my cock was so erect, I couldn’t hide it any other way than to hold my backpack in front of me. I stashed the magazine in my book pack and nobody said anything about it, so I assumed nobody cared and that I could keep it….

As I made my way to class, one of my friends came running up to me, and as a joke, he snatched my backpack out of my hands. Suddenly, there I was in front of hundreds of people with my loose, linen pants tenting obcsenely from my pubic mound. Some girls cat called and whistled while other kids just looked at me, embarrassed by my aroused state. I quickly snatched my book bag back from him and walked quietly to class. By lunch time, there was a rumor going around that I had a 10-inch cock and that I whipped it out in the school commons that morning. Haaaa! High school! But whatever,,,Good rumor to have about oneself…I’ll take it.

I kept the magazine all week and would randomly take it out and jack off to the tranny sex part. I noticed that the “gay-sex” part that I masturbated with, got me hornier and harder than the other sections did. I could also beat-off more than twice in one evening. It was like the freakier the sex was, the more it drove me to reach an aroused state. It was also easier to come, like my body was responding to the gay shit MORE than regular porn. I didn’t think too much about it but it would soon become a dfriving forcre in my sexual development.

After hearing about the sex shop on Matin Luther King Boulevard and all the cool things that went on there, me and Trent wanted to go to the adult arcade and watch the porn there. Blaine, Trents older brother, said there were women who went there looking for horny dudes to fuck. He even said there were “glory-holes”, sex parties and live sex shows that happened every Friday/Saturday there. After learning what a “Glory-Hole” was, we were awe struck and more than a little intrigued. We vowed that we’d get ourselves to the place and experience the magical things we’d only heard about from the older boys who often went there .

I’d just gotten my driver license and my dads old ’72 Chevy Super Sport to drive so we made plans to day-trip to that part of town about 18 miles from our neighborhood on Saturday afternoon. My parents let me drive on the weekends but still made me take the school bus because having that car was too much of an incentive to cut class and take off on school days. They were right, so I didn’t argue too much. But once Saturday rolled around, I was out!

Trent and I talked excitedly during the week leading up to our outing to the adult sex shop. I “borrowed” his brother old ID card so we could get in while Trent had his sisters boyfriends old ID. We talked about what to bring and how we’d dress. What we wanted to do with the ladies we’d meet there and how we’d like to get our dicks sucked in a Glory-Hole.

On Friday night, Trent’s mom broke the bad news to him that he’d be accompanying his Dad to the RV show at the county fair grounds to help pick out the features of their soon to be Winnabago. Looks like I’d be riding solo on Saturday’s visit to the adult book store.

When I got home on Friday I excitedly tried on a few different combinations of clothing. Jeans were too cumbersome if I wanted to have sex with a girl at the adult store. Conversely, Bermuda shorts were too ‘touristy’. I eventually tried on my dads old grey sweat shorts from his high school days. They looked cool….a bit short, but cool. Easy to pull down if I wanted and cool enough not to make me look like a dork. I put on my old jock-strap from football try-outs and donned an AC/DC concert shirt. I looked casual and incognito….I looked cool. The sweats had pockets and I could wear them anywhere, so I settled on that.

The next morning I was up and out the door by 9am. I drove downtown straight away and had to kill some time so I went to my dealers house and bought some crank and a bit of weed.

By noon, I’d gotten myself to the hood and found the adult arcade that held so much sexual promise. I was giddy with anticipation as I looked for a place to park the Chevy.

As it turned out, I had to park about a block away and a street over so I had to walk about a quarter mile to the sex shop. After about a 5 minute walk, I was within sight of the arcade on MLK Blvd. There was a small crowd of men standing outside. I could see cigarette smoke rise from within the group and could see that they were all between 18 and thirty years old and every single one of them was a hardened, tough-as-nails, black thug.

The “cool” looking outfit I’d chosen suddenly seemed ridiculous. The short,frayed denim cutoffs were so short that my ass cheeks were hanging out and the straps of my black jockstrap could be seen framing my round, white ass-bubbles just below the pocket areas. My heavy junk nearly spilled out the side of the jockstraps pouch and I had to keep adjusting myself lest my cock and balls flop out in front of the whole neighborhood.

Now, as I approached the menacing looking black guys that had gathered near the shops entrance, I felt foolish and embarrassed at my choice of clothing. My attempts to dress provacatively for any females I might encounter, only served to make me appear more feminine than anything else. I suddenly realized that I was dressed like a slutty teenaged girl! Embarrassment and shame coursed through me. The reality of where I was and what I looked like took me by surprise and I nearly panicked. I wanted to turn tail and get out of there, to run, not walk, back to my car. It was too late. One of them spotted me as I came up the sidewalk toward the entrance to the place. One by one, they each turned their attention toward me. Their boyish demeanor changed to one of confrontational amusement as they became aware of my approach. A couple of them smiled and said something under their breath to the guy next to him.

When I was close enough to see their expressions, it worried me that they were all smiling knowingly and eyeballing my scantily clad form. If I turned around now, it would be too obvious that I was scared. Like sharks, circling prey, these apex predator, young males would ‘smell blood’ and I feared a feeding-frenzy would ensue. This was a bad part of town and white boys like me shouldn’t be here, especially at night, dressed like this!

Right as I as I made the decision to abandon my idea and just leave, the smell hit me.

It’s hard to explain the control that aroma has over me. Just trying to convey the essence of that aroma is so difficult. It’s hard to describe… It smells like every sweet, memorable experience on a Summer evening filled with fireworks, carnivals, cigarette smoke, cotton candy, and hydraulic fluid floating on a layer of testosterone, faint weed, grease fried sugary essence on top of your uncles cologne mixed with every male scent ever experienced by women. Body odor combined with soap and aftershave. Faint tabacco and fresh marijuana smells combined with rich candy and brown sugar. The wild scent of Humanity combined with the gritty smell of the street. The theater of civilization mixed with the primal, needful things that we cannot deny ourselves. Things like food, air, water…..and sex. Sex in all its forms and with all that is given life by wanting it, needing it and seeking it.

I was a bit distracted by it all as I arrived at the sex arcades entrance.

Three big, black guys stepped aside and allowed me through as they all mumbled things about me under their breath.

“…be out yo’ damn mind lookin sexy like dat….” and

“…who lookin’ after you down here boy?.. Or

“..with sweet white azzzz like dat…..”

I could hear only snippets of each statement, but it was enough to know I’d found trouble here on Martin Luther King Boulevard.

A huge, heavily muscled, very dark, black man stood squarely in front of the door. I’d need to get past him if I were to enter the place. I stopped in front of him as he eyeballed me up and down with a look of amused disgust and sly knowing, like he deals with people like me all the time and has heard every excuse already.

“You got I.D?” His voice was even deeper than the black of his skin.

“Uhhh, y-yeah, here ya go”, I handed him the expired license of Darrels older brother who, aside from having the same color hair, looked nothing like me.

I watched the doormans face as he studied the card. It looked so tiny in his massive hands,like a giant holding a postage stamp.

I could feel the stares of the group of black thugs behind me. A couple of them jeered and cat called. Suddenly, one of the guys popped out of the group, lunging at me playfully. It looked like he was trying to kiss my cheek.

“Somebody gonna go up in you wit’ an azz like that! Whiteboy!” He hissed as he assailed me.

I could smell alcohol on his breath and I pulled away slightly. I was relieved when a couple of his buddies pulled him back away from me laughing and scoffing at his broodish behavior. The big doorman chuckled softly under his breath as he handed the fake I.D. back to me. He stood aside and opened the door for me, allowing me to pass into the place. He leaned closer to me as I edged past him so that he was right up next to me. Then, he whispered an omninous warning;

“Be careful in here whiteboy”.

I paused, turning to look him in the eye. He looked serious and I could see that he meant what he said. I nodded with a look that said ‘I would be careful’ and stepped into my first adult video arcade.

It was much bigger than it looked from the outside. About the size of a restraunt. There were tall wooden counters on both sides of the shop, the counter on the left being set further back from the door. Row upon row of books, magazines, DVD’s and sex toys lined the store. There were two security guys watching the patrons and there were mirrors and cameras survielling everything on the floor area. The place had a certain aroma. It wasn’t repulsive, but neither was it pleasant. Again, confronted by the scent of things around me, I found myself drawn in to further explore the place. Absent the allure of the smells, I would never venture there….But there was definitely a marked distinction in the smell of certain places. This place smelled of faint tobacco, newsprint, testosterone, cheap, musky aftershave, piss and old leather. It tickled my imagination and sent me further into my adventure. There were men standing around browsing the wares and occassionally eying one another nervously. Two older men were behind the counter playing dominos and a third manned the cash register as he read the sports section. He had an unlit cigar in his mouth. Another couple of guys stood near the book stands, reading or thumbing through various types of pornographic magazines and periodicals. The younger man behind the second counter eyed me suspiciously then went back to his paperwork.

The sound of porn videos emanated from the rear of the shop where one could find a double row of tiny private rooms the size of a closet. Each room was fitted with a TV screen that had selector buttons above it. Each coin operated button turned the channel so viewers could watch whatever type of porn they wanted, in private. I let my eyes adjust and I could see that all 26 booths were occupied. A red light/green light system indicated which rooms were being used and which were open. The doors squealed loudly when they were opened or shut but nobody seemed to care who entered or exited or where anybody came or went. I thought it would be less conspicuous, yet more personal. More catered for a newby like myself. I watched a couple of the guys cruising the video booths and saw that they would occassionally dip out of one booth and then quickly go into another. The rough looking guys I’d seen outside, were slowly starting to filter into the shop. Everybody in here was black, except me.

I strolled the aisle, perusing the porn magazines and movie rentals. I learned that the subject matter was sectioned by catagory and type of porn that could be found on any given display shelf. Most of the straight porn was interracial and there were a lot of big, muscled, well endowed, black guys with mature white women. Most showed the woman impaled on massive slabs of erect cock meat, creaming and appearing in the throes of orgasm under the black assault of their pussies. Being surrounded by all that sex and smut was making me hot.

As I passed one area, I noticed that the magazines in that section featured trans-gendered women getting assfucked by big black dicks. Some of them were dripping ejaculate while getting buttfucked. THAT seemed really sexy to me and I paused there, picking up a magazine and thumbing through it while keeping an eye out for any other shoppers who may see what I was looking at. I turned each page, finding even hotter photos in each pose and getting more excited by the sex acts depicted in those books. I continued to watch for any men passing by me who may see what I was looking at. I’d be wholly embarrassed if anybody caught me looking at gay stuff.

My young, easily aroused prick was slowly getting bigger and more erect as I turned each page. I had to stand with my thighs crossed to contain my hardening meat. It felt cool at the tip and I knew I was drooling a bit of pre-cum. The clear, sticky droplet seeped out and stuck to my thigh.

I had gotten distracted by the graphic pictorial and was becoming oblivious to anything around me, when suddenly, I felt a hand grip my left asscheek and peel it roughly aside. I gasped and nearly jumped out of my skin as one big, warm hand locked over my pale, smooth, bubble globe. I quickly looked around for the source of this groping. The fingers of the hand found my crevice and brushed intrusively at it as it pulled on my creamy, muscled ass-cheek. I immediately figured out that the hand belonged to the same guy who tried kissing my face on my way in. The same guy who said “Somebody gonna fuck themselves up inside you with an azzz like dat”. He had stood at the endcap of the aisle and came up behind me while remaining partially hidden, then got a hold of my ass. He continued to hang on to my left booty melon, sinking his fingers even deeper into my flesh. His index and middle finger had found my asshole and he pulled violently on it. I grunted and tried to pull away but the muscular stud was too strong for a smallish high school kid like me to prevail. I looked up at him and he was smiling as he tried pulling me in to him.

“Dude! What tha fuck Bro!?” I was relatively quiet about it but was seriously baffled as to WHY he was gripping my left ass-melon with his figertips almost up my rectum.

“Dude! What tha fuck?!? Let go of me man!” I raised my volume a bit.

Now I was a bit off balance as he manipulated my position, pushing and pulling me off kilter as I tried to walk away.

“You got a real nice little booty here, boi!” He hissed, pulling me in. His other hand found my right ass melon and took a hold of it with an even firmer grip. I winced in surprised discomfort and was immediately pulled to my tippy toes and as a result, I stumbled right into his arms. He smelled of under arm odor and soap. I could also smell beer on his breath and I figured out that he was pretty buzzed.

“Dude! Let go of me!” I yelled, my backside being peeled apart roughly. “Owww f-fuuuck! That fucking hurts dude!” I yelled louder.

“You KNOW you aint leavin’ here without getting that butthole filled with dis’ here babymaker!” He slurred.

I could feel the hardness of his erect shaft pressing against my own bulging package.

“Huh?!? Dude…NO!” I countered. “I-I’m not g-gay! I like girls! I aint a faggot Bro!” I complained loud enough for all to hear it. There would be no reasoning with him.

His big hands had locked me into his grasp and I must have looked horrified as he tried to lick my neck and to kiss me with his big, wet, puffy lips. My asshole was being pulled open and I felt like I was getting torn apart at the anus. He never let go of his grip on my buttocks and I started to feel violated by his manhandling.

Just when I felt the need to call out for help;

“Leave him be, Dawg!” I heard a deep, authoritative voice boom.

The sound of it filled the whole shop and by now, everyone was looking at us. The drunk dude let go of me immediately and I dropped from his grasp, landing on my feet in front of him. I was thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated.

I looked up and realized that the bouncer/doorman had come into the shop and was sticking up for me in my time of need. He gently escorted the drunk guy out of the magazine section and then out the front door. That was it. Nobody asked me anything or attempted to see if I was okay….everybody just went back to whatever they were doing before the incident like it was a common occurance. I was a bit unnerved by it, but physically I was fine. My butt was a tad sore, but nothing I couldn’t shake off.

Embarrassed, but none-the-worse-for-wear, I went about browsing the printed media on the shelves.

I checked out a few more magazines, paying extra attention to ones with transgender sex themes. As I perused the material, I came upon an entire section that featured gay men having hardcore anal sex. An entire display case was dedicated to white men getting fucked by big, muscled black guys. An unfamiliar rush surged through me and caused my chest to tickle.

My cock felt more sensitive than usual and I was suddenly hyper-aware of my butt cheeks hanging out and my denim shorts crawling up my crevice.

I was facsinated by the hard-core man-to-man sex depicted in the magazines. On one cover, with a picture of a mustachioed white guy getting gangbanged by six black dudes, the sub header read; ‘Are You A Jack of Spades?’ The white guys were all marked with a certain tattoo that had a black Jack with a spade, or some other variation of a Jack of Spades design, like you’d find in a deck of cards. One dude had the tattoo on the small of his back like a tramp-stamp. Another had a small one on his hand. I was intrigued by this tattoo. What was it? Was it a club? A fraternity of white, male, fuck-boys that only liked to be boned by blacks? Was it a requirement for these men and boys? What did they do to earn the mysterious ink?

I looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched before I picked up that particular issue and put a regular porn mag over its cover. I then pretended to read the straight porn mag while thoroughly scanning the gay, interracial magazine. My hands were shaking and my breathing had quickened as I looked at each starkly dirty sex act that the glossy pages offered up. Everything from a dude getting deep throat fucked in his mouth with a caption that read, “White Boi Pussy Just Craves That Big Black Cock-Take the Tattoo!” all the way to big black bulls raping a teenage boy with their massive dicks in a prison setting. I had gotten a boner that was pushing its way down my leg and wouldn’t be contained by my jockstrap. It was extremely hard and it began throbbing as I looked at all the pictures of hot men having gay sex. Another photo set began:”It’s Natural for White Boys-Fulfill Your Destiny-Be A Jack Of Spades!” followed by pictures of young, smooth white men and boys getting used and violated in the nastiest, most obscene, most perverted ways one could imagine. My cock grew out of the inadequate confines of my skimpy denim shorts as I got more and more turned on. “Be a Sissy for Black Dick” was the header of another section of the magazine. I needed to see more…. I was getting SO excited and my hormones raged inside my teenage body causing me to tremble and quiver like a little girl. My dick drooled heavily now and I felt a drop of precum splash onto my knee.

“Uh-Oh”, I thought, “I’m so hot I’m drooling. Maybe I’d better find a booth where I’d have enough privacy to get myself together” I quickly put the magazines back and moved toward the back of the store.

I was growing a bit uncomfortable with the looks and stares I was now getting from various dudes standing around looking at magazines or shopping the sex toys. My asshole still stung from that drunk dude grabbing me. I absent-mindedly reached back to feel my rear-end and discovered that the denim covering the depth of my ass-crevice had been ripped, exposing my entire cleft. If I bent over at all, my bare anus would be entirely exposed. This both worried and excited me.

I’d never thought about my rear-end being the object of sexual desire, but now it seemed like a real possibility. It occurred to me that there were no girls here. I thought maybe they’d get here later this afternoon or something, but I began to doubt the veracity of my expectations. Maybe the “female” patrons that sucked dick through the ‘glory-holes’, weren’t entirely female. I suddenly had the feeling of being a prey animal locked in a cage with predatory creatures… My cock was still erect but realization and mild terror suddenly surged through me…

“Hey Boy!” I jumped at the sound of the mans voice. I froze and braced for what came next. “You need tokens to operate them machines, Son.” It was the man behind the counter.

Slightly embarrassed, I breathed a sigh of relief as I went to the counter and handed him a twenty. He gave me two rolls of tokens for the video booths and I quietly thanked him as I slinked back toward the rows of doors. Luckily there was only two of us waiting for a booth and three green lights were on toward the back of the video closets. I hurried into the booth second from the end and locked the rickety door behind me. The cheap slide lock wasn’t much and there was a wide gap in the door frame, but at least it was a little bit of shelter.

I sat down on the wooden seat. The cool surface of the bench rubbed my exposed anus and my balls settled flatly from within my torn shorts. My turgid shaft poked out insistently and I reached down to free it from with my stretched jock. I fed some tokens into the coin slot and looked around in the glow of the video screen. There were holes carved out of the walls on either side of me and I could see movement in the booth to my left. Also, a few guys had gathered just outside the door of my video booth and were loitering aimlessly. I felt the cool air upon my heated genitalia and my breath calmed slightly as I took a mental inventory of my situation.

Fuck. What a dumb-ass little punk I was….. I had no idea what I’d walked into. But I was about to find out.

To Be Continued….

After breakfast, it was time to check out the leads Morgan handed off to me. One of them was a warehouse loading medical supplies heading overseas.

I arrived early for my late afternoon interview as I was sitting in the lobby of the warehouse waiting, I noticed a guy that looked strangely familiar. I sat there racking my brains when it finally came to me: Big Gator.

Big Gator had been inside when I first got there. He was decked out in a suit now.

I guess things can turn around.

Back then, he was just another inmate who happened to be one of my assailants after I first got there.

There are a lot of ruthless guys behind bars, part of which landed them there in the first place. There are some that are cold to the bone while most got heart, if they know it or not, either getting in where they fit in or pose as predator not to be prey.

Big Gator was transitioning the first time my ass caught his dick, going from ruthless to normal. After I got out of the infirmary, he weaseled his way into my heart. He’d stopped by and kicked it with me on the regular. We’d become friends by the time he confessed what he did to me with his set, giving me that he was one of fourteen behind the barricades in the gym that day. This was months after I was turned out, months after I knew I wasn’t going to be someone’s wife or girl, but understood I liked softening dicks just the same. After a few dozen heartfelt apologies and him telling me of his times being jumped, he became a part of my Wednesday night lineup after Bible study—sometimes after Sunday prison service, too. We were good for about a year and a half, then he got transferred out.

When I stepped inside the office, after being called in, he was one of the interviewers along with another well-dressed guy named Simmons. Simmons was the manager. Big Gator was his foreman. During the interview, I was very nervous, but it was very informal. Big Gator remembered me from inside. He filled Simmons on everything about me he knew.

Simmons was a big man also, handsome, too, and around my age, give or take a couple of years on either side. Simmons had some age in his nice face, but not much, as his gray head sold him out.

I was offered the job right away. I was told there was room for advancement.

Simmons left the room to get some paperwork for me to fill out.

Big Gator approached me and embraced me with a big hug. “Hey man, it’s good to see you.”

“When I saw that that it was you who applied, I was hoping it was you.” He smiled. “The job is great. I got a good assignment lined up for you.”

“Great, what’s it gonna cost me,” I said jokingly.

“Nothing, man, nothing. Just come to work on time and you’ll be fine,” he said, telling me that one of my coworkers lived near Second Change if I needed a ride to work.

Big Gator sweetened the pot by saying he was good to cover the gas money the guy was bound to shoot for through to my second paycheck, knowing what it was like to get back on his feet and out of the halfway house with a wad in tow.

He was talking, but I wasn’t hearing him. I couldn’t help it. His crotch was on my mind with all the fun it kept in store for me. I reached out and felt his dick through his suit pants.

“What’s the chance I can get some of this dick, Big?” I asked hungrily.

“Anytime, man,” He reached around and squeezed my ass. “I got you covered.”

Simmons stepped back into the office just then.

I got scared for a moment. First, for me and my new job prospect, but then for Big Gator, after turning his life around, only for my need for dick to ruin that for him.

“Now, now.” Simmons smirked. “They’ll be none of that without me.”

He sat the stack of papers down on the table and worked his way between two ex-cons. Simmons grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze.

“Mmmm, nice package you got there, Jessup.”

I reached out and grabbed his freely. “Yours ain’t bad, either, Mr. Simmons. You got some stuff for me to sign?”

“Yeah, but that can wait,” he said.

Simmons pulled us over to the rounded table where he was sitting. He backed me up to the table and started feeling on my hardened dick. He opened my pants and unzipped, letting them drop to the floor. Big Gator made his way over to the door and locked it.

Simmons squeezed my dick through my boxers instructing me to shuck them. My dick pointed straight out, and he stroked it.

Big Gator stepped back to us, joining Simmons. He fondled my balls before dropping to his knees and started licking them.

I squeezed my twin-inch dick through Simmons pants. Eventually, I worked his zipper down, drove my hand into his briefs, and fondled his big balls before I pulled out his dick. He was uncut. I pulled back the foreskin to reveal the huge helmet head.

Simmons gently pushed me back on the table and raised my legs.

Big Gator didn’t miss a beat. He went from licking my undercarriage to where my taint met the bottom of my crack.

I opened my legs wider so he could get to it as Simmons took my dick in his hand and worked the tip and then the shaft into his mouth. Even though, Big Gator hadn’t feasted, feeling his warm breath blowing through my crack while our manager was giving me head was everything! I couldn’t tell where Simmons spit ended and my precum began.

I was brought to the edge of the table. My ass was lifted. Big Gator was sucking my asshole as Simmons hovered above him to suck me off like a pro.

I was heaven spent when Simmon and Big Gator worked together between my lifted legs on my dick down to my asshole where it was tongued doubled time.

Simmons and Big Gator got rid of the rest of the clothes off their bodies.

Simmons was dripping precum like crazy and Big Gator fingered my hole like he used to back in the day. Simmons tasted his drip. He smeared some more on his fingers and put them in my mouth. I hungrily sucked Simmons’ fingers as Big Gator wedged three fingers up my asshole.

I spread my legs wider as Simmons smeared his fingers again, but this time shoving them up my asshole.

“Goddamn,” I cried with five fingers having at me.

Simmons moved Big Gator out of the way to introduce helmet head to my asshole.

“C’mon on, give it to me,” I begged.

Simmons aimed his dick at my asshole and slowly pushed forward. Damn, I can feel my ass filling up! Simmons long-dicked me for a moment before he plunged into me.

Big Gator had worked his head onto my stomach, enjoying the view before Simmons bent me over the table.  Then Big Gator got under us, licking my balls. And when I was missing his mouth, he must’ve been licking on Simmons.  

Big Gator must’ve felt like the third wheel because the next thing I knew he was standing next to me. Unless Simmons was agreeing to get me off the table, it wasn’t like I could return the favor in kind, so I just reached over and stroked the other Big Gator.

Simmons balls slapped against my asshole as he plunged dick deep into me. Just from his bucking, I could tell he was close to cumming.

“Shit, Daddy Dick,” I panted. “Load me up with your love juice, man. I need your love!”

“Yeah, you want this load, huh? You want it?”

“Yeah, fill me up!”

Simmons jackhammered my asshole. Then, as if he knew I was about to tap out, he exploded.

Somewhere in the middle, I took matters into my own hands and joined him.

When Simmons pulled out, I jacked up, and jacked Big Gator even faster better and better. It didn’t take long for him to cum either.  

By then, Simmons’ cum was oozing out of me. I caught some with my hand and tasted it, tasting like a more potent version of his precum.

“Let me suck it off,” I said, looking at Simmons about to erase his ooey goodness with Big Gator’s handkerchief.

He moved to the side of the table next to Big Gator. I dropped to my knees and cleaned him good. I even gave Big Gator some head for both their pleasure.

When I finished Big Gator off, Simmons returned from his private bathroom with three hot washcloths. We each cleaned ourselves. We then dressed.

“Now, you can sign the papers,” he told me.

Hotel bar

It wasn’t advertised much. But I knew they were coming. A small holiday and get together for local and some out of town drag queens and crossdressers. It sounded like a lot of different types would be here. There would be a fashion show, as always, and some dancing, mixing, drinking and a chance to actually meet a real drag queen. 

I’ve only really experienced such a thing watching tranny and sissy porn. You know, it all starts out so innocent. First you search for ‘tits’. Then your perverted mind wanders all around the different sorts of girls, women, teens, strippers and cocksuckers. But what is this link to ‘trans’? There is Girls, guys, bondage, lingerie, all the usual stuff. And right in there like it’s no big deal, ‘trans’.

Well, you’ve got to check it out, right? Sexy girls with cocks! Why do I keep coming back to these girls? The girls ‘with a little something extra’.? What sort of a pervert am I? I guess I did try on some of mom’s panties when I was younger. And maybe my sister’s bra and panties. But I’m not some gay faggot. I’ve never!

After years of jerking off to tranny porn I tried to decide who in the porn video I was, or wanted to be. Am I the slutty crossdressing cock girl? Or am I the boy, or man, being seduced and fucked like a pig with a big tranny cock? So confusing. Until that weekend. 

I hung out in the outer bars. There are several in the hotel complex. I noticed the ‘girls’ coming and going from the conference rooms to the bars and around to the dance areas. They had a big part of the place reserved. I couldn’t go into some of the rooms. It was a safe, fun place for people to enjoy the weekend. 

After a few hours of boredom and drinking, I was surprised when a person sat next to me at my small 2 seat table. Joy was a girl from Seattle. 

She was in a soft pink dinner dress, tight and short. Her legs were long and I could see most of them. She was not very manly. Actually very soft, smooth and sweet. “I’ve seen you sitting here for a long time. You looked lonely. I was just wondering what you are up to? “

“Just having a drink. And people watching.” I replied. I allowed my eyes to look her up and down, from her toes, up the curves of her dress, stopping at her eyes. 

She smiled. 

In the elevator she leaned right in and kissed me. I’m pretty tall, but I suddenly realized she must be at least 3 or 4 inches taller than me in her tall, sexy high heels. Her hands were on my arms, firmly holding me against the wall so I couldn’t wiggle free. She tasted like champagne. I fell into a daze, allowing her tongue to roll around in my wet, drooling mouth. 

She hesitated in the midst of the kiss. In a shy and sweet way she whispered to me. But It seemed almost like an order at the time, too.  “Be a good boy, and suck on my tongue.” 

I closed my eyes and suckled her tongue as it slipped back into my mouth. I sucked as she pushed it inside a bit further. Her lips were pressed tightly against mine. I was pinned to the wall like a captive. She held me there. Her body pressed against mine. Her firm tits were evident against my chest. I couldn’t move my arms. My mouth silenced by her deep, wet kisses. I kept sucking. I was nervous, but I liked it. So did she.

We were startled by the ring of the elevator and the sudden opening of the doors. She quickly touched the button to close the doors. We had a just a moment. We were so close, face to face. The grip on my arms was tighter. 

“I’m going to take you to my room. You’re going to do what I ask, and we will have a good time. Or, you are going to go back down to spend the rest of your lonely night people watching. Decide now. 

The elevator doors slid open again. She took my hand and began to lead me out. I was frozen. My mouth was drooling. I could taste her lipstick on my lips. Out arms reaching out for one and other. hands touching. I leaned forward and took a step. A very, very big step indeed.

to be continued..

My sister had the plan for a wedding at Christmas time so she set out over a year ago to make it happen. The family all gathered together the week of and watched it happen. However, during the initial plans, my sister made a request of me- find a nice guy to bring home for myself. I laughed at the notion but I quickly went to work, just hoping to have my happy ending by the end of this story.

As luck would have it, I met a nice man who lived out of state. We met while I was visiting and we exchanged numbers. He seemed genuine, a bit older, and a hairy chest that made my cock jump. We chatted one and off over the past year. I had planned to meet up, spend some serious time but our schedules always seemed to be out of sync. After 6 months of casually dating online, I pulled the trigger and asked him to accompany me to my sister’s wedding and he agreed. It would be time for us to finally bond face to face, he could meet my family, and just maybe he would fuck me sore, if even for a few nights.

Two weeks prior to the wedding and I was getting jitters, not only for my sister but myself- that is when he dropped the bomb on me. He had to cancel on me, unfortunately something important came up with his family and he need to visit them. He claimed he had not seen them in over 10 years. I was devastated and almost in tears as I said goodnight. He felt my hurt but tried not to linger or make me feel worse with his loving words. I felt as if the universe was telling me again that I would be alone. So I did what any respectable brother would do, I threw myself into helping my big sis with her wedding plans, anything to keep my mind off of him.

The day came and everyone was dressed and ready for the wedding of the century. More people than I expected came and it was a blast. During the celebration and partying, I heard our mom scream as she went dashing towards a mysterious man. She kissed his face in excess as she dragged him towards us. My face shattered as she introduced her stepbrother- he was the man that I had fallen in love with. He smiled through the shock as I was prepared to run as mom introduced him to me. She had not seen him in years and had hoped he would come- a Christmas miracle.

The night raged on until most guests had left. Meanwhile I sat almost drunk off champagne when he came and sat next to me. He has much more handsome upclose and seeing him in his unbuttoned shirt, hairy chest exposed, and his bow tie undone made me want him even more. He smiled at me and apologized as he knew what this meant for the both of us- that we couldn’t see each other anymore. A tear came down my face as I proclaimed that it was too late, that I loved him, even if he was my uncle. I was irrational but that’s what love does to you. Seeing how exposed and saddened I was, he drove me back but to his hotel room instead.

He lifted me out of the car like I was nothing and carried me through the lobby. I was embarrassed as he told the staff that I had a little too much to drink. In his room, he undressed and I hoped he would put me to bed, but no such luck. He stripped me down and himself as well. He rolled me on my stomach, and pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He nibbled on my ear and told me that he would love me, if even for the night. I felt the weight of his body against mine as he pressed against my hole. And against any logic, I let him and begged him to love me and fuck me.

My temp began to rise as he fucked me hard. My buzz was knocked off as he pounded me deep in the bed. His tongue snaked into my mouth and he held me like no man before. I felt alive and loved for the first time. He flipped me over, pushing my legs into the air and on to his shoulder. I was mentally gone and rambled as I asked him to marry me. “Fuck baby…I do…I will” he added as he folded me and rammed his uncut cock deep. I surrendered and let him have his way with me at least 3 times that night. I remember falling asleep as his loads oozed from my worn hole and I felt love.

The next morning was a blur as I woke up late and with no sight of him. I waited an hour before showering, I needed to move on. As I put back on my shirt and pants from the night before, he came barging in. He had a white bag in one hand and breakfast in the other. He placed them down and attacked my face with his own, pushing his tongue down my throat. As I stepped away from him, I sat down on the bed, figuring where do I go from here. He kneeled down between my legs and reached for the white box which he opened to show a ring. He slid it one me and I cried as if it was too good to be true. “You might want to get yourself together, your mom knows and wants to talk to us…” he said revealing that he had been in talks with her prior to the wedding. He had no clue that I was his nephew until she revealed it but by then it was too late. She naturally frowned at the idea but he was not truly my uncle and this would keep him around too- a two for one deal.

He kissed me and knocked me out of my thoughts. “So what do you think baby?” He said in his sweet, southern voice. “I do” was all that he needed to hear.

At the Mercy of a Dice

Let’s be honest, we both know why you are here. A gay bitch like you is desperate for male approval, to be told what to do. You desire to be dominated, to lose your choice and simply submit. Lucky for you, I’m here to help you achieve pleasure. Not because I care about you (I don’t in the slightest) but it fills me with joy to have a cute guy like you following my orders, grunting with pain by trying not to cum before I say so. You don’t have to continue reading, but if you do, know I won’t tolerate disobedience. You must follow my orders to the letter.

I see that tent in your pants, your dick desperate to get freed. Take off your shirt, and unbutton your pants. Don’t rush it , stay in the moment. You can caress your dick through the fabric. Hold it tighter, squeeze your dick and balls with force. With the other hand you can caress your nipple, rubbing in circles until it is as hard as your cock.

You want to get naked? Fine, let’s see how big is your dick. Take off your pants, and spread your legs. Wow! That is a huge cock. Such a waste on a cocksucker cum dump like you. I know you would rather have a giant dick in your hole instead, but your hand will have to do it.

Start stroking the shaft, in slow up and down movements. Close your eyes and play with your balls, even moan a little. All that matters to you is release, and maybe I’ll attend to your wish. Count 30 strokes, gradually increasing the speed. Don’t read ahead until you are done.

Ready? Keep stroking at a medium speed, and stand up. Now I need you to get some things for me. Since a slut like you would have probably found a way to get stimuli even from a cactus, I know you will enjoy them. KEEP STROKING AND DON’T YOU DARE STOP

• Rope or shoelace
• 5 Clothespins 
• Underwear
• Lube (or just spit)
• A Dice (You can use a coin instead)

Now I want you to stand on all fours and start stroking fast while I explain how your domination will go.

I will give you a task, and you must try to complete it with your best efforts. Not that a slut like you would ever not do their best for cock. Once and a while there will be punishments, you should follow them to the letter, I don’t give a fuck if you feel uncomfortable. They are for my pleasure, you hear, bitch? I suppose I shouldn’t call them punishments, seeing how you are going to enjoy them, but I hope to bring some suffering to your pleasure. 

I see you are excited to start, have no doubt I also am. But the most important rule is: DON’T YOU DARE CUM. Untighten your grip or pinch yourself but you cannot stop stroking if I tell you to. If you still feel like a disobedient bitch who can’t follow orders and ends up cumming, you will not be allowed to touch yourself for 3 days, and you can’t wear any underwear tomorrow. So keep that dick under control.

Stop stroking and kneel down. Flex your muscles as hard as you can. Then, start licking your biceps. Yeah, you like that don’t you? Close your eyes, imagine this is another guy’s manly body. Lick them like you would lick your daddy’s balls. Start caressing your whole body with your hands, rest them on your abs, you can even slap that bubble butt. How does it feel to lose control?

Feel ready for your first challenge? I’ll start slow, but don’t think It’ll be this easy. Start stroking your shaft, up and down movements. Here’s the pattern you should follow: 3 fast strokes, pause, then again. Get lost in the sensations and cup your balls. Continue reading once you have done at least 45 strokes total.

Want something more challenging? Fine. Start jerking off fast, but now pinch your nipples. Yeah, even with pain you should keep going. Grab your chest, rub your palm against your breasts. Feel them hardening, desperate for someone to suck them. Put your fingers in your mouth, coat them with saliva and continue that assault on your nipples. You like how they slide and move your skin, don’t you? You’re such a slut!

Now grab your dice, it’s time for your first punishment. Roll it. If you get an even number, you are safe from it. If you get an odd number, well, you have to keep your underwear on for this entire tease, stroking inside it (you can use lube). I always say that only real men can have cocks. You are my slave now, only my fuck toy, so you don’t need a cock to pleasure me. If you escaped this punishment, don’t think next time you will be that lucky.

Now get on all fours. Place your head on the ground and lift your ass up. Just like that! Slap your ass 5 times, to remind you that you are being dominated by someone you don’t even know. That stings doesn’t it? Stroke 15 times: Start slow and increase the speed with each thrust until you are going very fast. Do this four times. This position is great for fucking. Imagine what your relatives would think if they got through that door right now, you spread out on your bed, a slave to an anonymous master. But you like it don’t you? Losing control, becoming the slut you really are. Anyway, are you done with your stroking? Rush up! Don’t leave me waiting.

That was pleasurable wasn’t it? Time to ruin it for you. Roll that dice again. If it lands odds, brace yourself. This one will hurt: Grab that rope or shoelace and tie your dick to your balls very tight. And I mean it VERY TIGHT. I don’t give a fuck if it becomes purple and feels like it might fall off, YOU DO WHAT I ORDER YOU TO. You have to use it until you cum.

Now jerk off at medium speed while you grab your balls. Fondle them, roll your balls around the sack, and hold them very tight. Now, pull them back. You feel your skin stretching while you masturbate, the desire to cum now surpassing all your other senses. Slap your balls! 1,2,3 times! Keep stroking, but now go hard. With your other hand, grab your balls and squeeze them as tight as you can handle. I want to hear you moan. Jerk off like this for how long you’d like. 

You look exhausted. Cheer up! We are only halfway there. Time for your punishment. But I have changed my mind about one thing: You won’t be able to get out of it this time. The dice will now decide which torture you’ll suffer now. Pray the one you’ll get won’t be as bad. Roll it now! If you got an even number you can only use your non dominant hand to stroke in the next challenge (go back in the next dice roll). If you get an odd number, smack your dick 6 times on a desk. You heard me right, do it now! Painful, isn’t it?

Get those clothespins and pinch two in your nipples and three in your balls. I feel sorry for you if your balls were tied, but you have to do it anyway. Rearrange your balls or something, I don’t care! And now, start stroking. Do it hard! Feel them in your skin, causing you pain! See that precum on the tip? That’s how I know you are enjoying this despite the suffering. You do this because you know you were born to be dominated, your whole purpose in life is to be dominated by another man. MOAN FOR ME. SHOUT THAT I AM YOUR MASTER! Keep stroking, just read ahead once you feel you suffered enough. If you rush this, I will make you regret it.

This is the final punishment before I maybe let you cum. So control yourself: This might be the toughest one yet. Roll that dice, let luck dictate your fate. Even? Breathe a sigh of relief and get ready for the last round. If you roll odds, hold your breath. Inhale and hold it. Now, jerk off as fast as you can. C’mon, you call that fast? Do it harder! Don’t you dare breathe, I want to see you squirm from the lack of air, get your vision blurry and become as purple as your dick probably is from all that pounding. Only breathe when you can’t hold it anymore, but I’ll know if you don’t give it your best. Don’t make me torture you again. You know daddy is a sadist.

Breathe freely. You can take a few moments to relax if you feel like you might cum soon. We are almost there, but remember that you can orgasm until I tell you so. So lay on your back, and get ready. I want you to get on the edge. POUND THAT MEAT AS FAST AND HARD AS YOU CAN. There will be no other chance, if you miss this you will have to spend the next 3 days with no stimulation, so make it count. GO HARDER! I know you can. You are so desperate to cum, you feel that essence of life pushing its way through your urethra, driving you crazy! MOAN FOR ME, SCREAM FOR ME! We are almost there, just a little bit more. Count to 10 with me! Don’t you dare rush! Count slowly, it’ll be over soon! You know I am your daddy! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1: CUM! Feel that orgasm washing through your body, making you feel like the slut you are. Fill your chest with your sperm.

Put your hands behind your head and relax. You have done it! Turns out you are a bigger slut than I imagined. You really do like to be dominated, don’t you? Clean up and get out of here. How do you feel, now you’re not horny anymore, that you just got off to someone you don’t even know? I bet you will be looking around everyday, wondering if any of those handsome men on the street were me, your daddy. Go taste their cocks, and be the cum dump you are, and maybe one day my load will be inside you, where it rightfully belongs.

Dylan–

“I haven’t seen Tessa around lately,” my cousin Hayden observes over breakfast.

“I broke up with her.” I pop a strip of bacon in my mouth.

“You don’t seem too upset. What happened? Did either of you…hurt the other?”

I shrug, “It wasn’t like that. She just wasn’t who I thought she was. I did hurt my best friend once.”

Four years ago, when I was only fourteen, my parents died. They were in their bank when two gunmen entered. Six people were shot. Two of them were my parents.

Hayden is ten years older than me. At the age of twenty-four, he was “tapped” to move to my town, into my house and to become my legal guardian. He’s been great. Well, he doesn’t cook and he makes me do my own laundry and too many chores but I can’t complain. He gave up his job and apartment in the city to come to this small town and keep me from going into the foster care system. I can’t imagine how my life would have turned out if he hadn’t stepped up for me. I’m eighteen now And I still need him as much as ever. I know huge life changes are only a few months away but I still haven’t decided on a college. High school just ended and I can’t think beyond the epic summer ahead of me.

“Wes? How?” he asks.

“It was right before you came here. Right before middle school graduation. Wes confided something in me. Something that he had never told anyone else in the world and while I didn’t technically do anything wrong, I should have done better. He just surprised me and…I needed…I don’t know, a day or two to kind of digest this new information. Which I did. Except that time that I took was selfish. What he told me wasn’t about me but my first thought was about how I would be affected. Like I said, I was selfish.”

“I can only guess at what you’re not saying here…”

“It’s fine. He told his parents a couple months ago and he ‘came out’ at school a few weeks before graduation. It’s public knowledge now.”

“But he trusted only you for four years. That says a lot about you and your friendship.”

“Yeah, but the look on his face when he saw my first reaction… I can never unsee that. I hurt my best friend. And Wes really is the best.”

“You should cut yourself some slack, Dylan. You were what? Fourteen? Your ‘selfish moment’ was only human nature, especially for a kid. And let’s be honest. Just because you’re living in Schitt’sCreek doesn’t mean you’ve seen the show.”

I snort, “Wow. This is your hometown now too.”

He sighs, “Dylan, this is a red city in a red state. Ninety percent white, eighty percent conservative and zero percent personal liberties.”

“Again. Wow!”

“How many LGBTQIA+ people do you know in real life?”

I might know of a few, but Wes is the only one officially out so I hold up my index finger.

“Exactly. Just your brave best friend who you have loved and supported from the beginning. I doubt he thinks at all about that initial reaction. Everything you’ve done for four years since is all that really matters.”

I shrug, “I’ll never not support Wes. He’s Wes. And it was right after he ‘came out’ that Mom and Dad were killed. Any lingering awkwardness between us completely disappeared. He was totally there for me. Wes, Destiny, Mateo and you are how I survived losing my parents.”

“Do you want to talk about Tessa? You two dated for six months, right? Six months at your age must have felt like dog years. Are you okay?”

I don’t know. Am I? “When Wes ‘came out’ publicly, the kids at school were cool with it. Mostly. All but Tessa. For weeks before that she had been trying to get me to… She wanted our relationship to progress. Physically. Sexually. I wasn’t sure why but I knew that I wasn’t ready, so I said, ‘No’. Was it about me? Did I not want to become a high school cliché? Was I too young?”

He shrugs, “Believe it or not, this old guy was once an eighteen-year-old bundle of emotions and hormones too. I can relate. It takes a strong, mature man to recognize when the time is not right.”

“That’s what it was…it didn’t feel right. Was it about her? I liked her but did I like her enough? She didn’t give me tingles and I wasn’t sure she ever would.”

“Tingles?” he teases. “You watch too many movies.”

I shrug again, “So, I told her I wasn’t ready yet. Then Wes ‘came out’ and she got all homophobic. She demanded that I could never sleepover with Wes again. Not if I wanted her to keep being my girlfriend. I thought she was making a joke. A bad joke that kept landing wrong. When she persisted, I asked her what the hell she was talking about. She said that now that Wes is ‘out’, the optics are bad. Again, I asked her, WTF? She said that no boyfriend of hers was going to have a sleepover with an openly gay guy.”

“I told you…Schitt’s Creek.”

I snort, “I’ve had weekly sleepovers with my best friend for over half of my life. I told her that while I had been interested to see where our relationship might go, I’d pick my friendship with Wes over her every time. Then she tried to blackmail me into having sex with her. She said if I didn’t…do it…she’d tell the whole school that I couldn’t get it up for a girl and that Wes was more than my best friend. Her mistake was thinking that she had influence over anyone whose opinion mattered to me. And no one gave a shit anyway. I’m proud to stand with Wes regardless of either of our sexualities. It’s irrelevant. I love Wes. He’s more than my best friend; he’s been like my brother since the third grade.”

I rub my face in my hands, “It sucks when a person you thought you knew disappoints you. Technically I broke up with her when I told her to get the fuck away from me, but she initiated the break up by becoming someone I didn’t care to know.”

“I’m so sorry, Dylan. Do you miss who you thought she was before she revealed her true colors?”

“Maybe?” I more ask than say. “I mean I kind of miss the idea of her. But like I said before, she never… I never felt the flutter when I was with her. I’m better off knowing who she really is and moving on.”

“Has anyone ever made you feel the flutter? I mean, tingles?”

I hide behind my last sip of orange juice as long as I can. I put my glass down and say, “I’m still a kid. How the hell would I know a flutter from a cool breeze?”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. The dopey grin on his face suggests he suspects something.

Wes-

I meet my friends at the movie theatre in the mall. Dylan and I have been best friends for ten years, but by middle school, Mateo and Destiny had wormed their way into our lives. We wouldn’t have it any other way. Our crew of four is awesome. Dylan, Mateo and I were all on the football team and Destiny is just Destiny. She totally belongs. I’m in the mood for a mindless comedy, but the only thing that looks remotely decent is a horror film. It’ll have to do.

I end up sitting with Mateo on my left and Dylan and Destiny on my right. All through the movie Mateo and I battle over the shared armrest. Our sneakers, knees, elbows and shoulders keep bumping each other’s and at some point I begin to respond to all of the contact and jostling. Mateo is my friend. We’re just goofing around like boys do. He doesn’t realize the effect this little game is starting to have on me. Ultimately I surrender the armrest and back off.

I kind of expected the movie to be cheesy, but it’s actually scarier than I thought. Not long into it, Destiny grips Dylan’s hand and never lets go. Several times she buries her face in his shirtsleeve. When the movie ends and the houselights come on, she releases him from her clutches, smooths out his wrinkled sleeve and apologizes. My best friend is pretty clueless.

~~

The nameless, faceless boy is back. I can never make out his features, but still… I get the feeling that I know him. Today he is my model. I am painting him. How do I paint a face I can’t see? I’ll start with the rest of him and worry about his face later. He sits on the edge of the provided bed and tells me that he’s ready. I remind him that he is supposed to be posing in the nude and ask why he is still dressed. He shrugs and tells me that his arms don’t work. I’ll have to take his clothes off for him.

He’s always making things difficult for me. I want to yell at him because I don’t have time for his games. I’m on a schedule. But whenever I start to scold him, I end up embarrassing myself by saying words my brain hasn’t approved. During our last encounter I had accidently told him that I wanted him to do naughty things to me. Who even talks like that? It’s like he has some kind of spell on me.

I sigh, exasperated, and move toward him. The worst part is that everything about this boy is ridiculously cute. The way his shirt is half tucked into his jeans, the way his high tops are too big and his feet slip halfway out with each step he takes, the way his unrecognizable grin is lopsided and it makes my knees weak…

As I approach, the air close to him feels electric. I tell him that he’ll have to lie down. He does. I reach for his right sneaker and he warns me to be careful because he is extremely ticklish. When he says this, my dick stiffens in my pants. I make him no promises. As expected, the shoe slips right off with little effort. I check inside and notice that he wears an 11, like me. But mine don’t slip off as easily. I’m about to remove his white crew sock when he laughs and tells me to stop it. I tell him that I’ve done nothing and he tells me that my eyes are tickling him mercilessly. He tells me that eyes are like a superpower.

I sigh. More of his games. He must be punished. I tell him that if he thinks my eyes are bad, wait until he feels my tongue. I pull the sock off of what is actually a size 10 foot and his bare foot is, of course, as cute as it is in his oversized high top. It is smooth and hairless. Not boney. Soft and vein-free. His nails are perfectly trimmed. It annoys me that his foot can be so cute and perfect. I go at him. My tongue starts at his heel and slides slowly up the length of his arch. He howls in uncontrolled laughter. I nibble each toe and his eyes, that I can never quite make out, shed tears of agony and joy. After the nibbling, I suck each toe and he’s about to lose his mind. The best part is, there’s a whole second foot still fresh and sensitive in its shoe just waiting for me. I reach for it and—

I wake up because my phone chimes indicating an incoming text. These dreams are getting more intense. Fuck. I grab my phone off the nightstand and see that Mateo has invited us all over to his house for taco night.

Dylan-

Wes gives us each fist bumps and Destiny passes around hugs.

“I am so gonna crush these tacos,” Wes tell Mateo.

We all laugh and take seats. Wes and Destiny live only a block apart and he never lets her walk alone. It’s sweet how he looks out for her.

Destiny always says that she doesn’t pick just any old gross, awkward, smelly, hairy, pimply teenage boys to be her friends. She only pick the sweetest, kindest ones.

I rub mt hand over my patchy, uneven stubble and say, “We’re not werewolves.”

Wes says, “But I wouldn’t be mad if we were.”

Destiny nudges my knee under the table with her foot and smiles to make sure I know she’s kidding. Of course I know. But I’m suddenly worries that my deodorant isn’t strong enough.

She says, “JK.”

I hold up a hand, “Not this again.”

“What?” asks Wes.

“She said ‘JK’.” My friends know it drives me crazy when they use alleged teenage slang in conversation. This is a recent development and they like to torture me with it.

They all laugh.

Wes says, “Dylan might be acting like a cranky old man, but he has a point this time. You don’t say ‘JK’, you text it.”

Mateo grins at Wes, “You’re his best friend, what else don’t Destiny and I know about him? We know he loves DC and hates Marvel.”

“That is so not true,” I protest.

Wes ignores me, “Even though he hates Marvel, he loves to complain about it. He insists on seeing every movie – dragging me along too – then picking them apart like he’s a critic being paid by the word. If Marvel ever made something he actually liked, he’d never admit it. It’s like a political affiliation to him. Gotta follow the party lines.”

Destiny is thrilled to hear me talked about like I’m not even in the room.

Mateo asks, “Can I guess on music? Ed Sheeran? Harry Styles?”

Destiny grins and nods, “Both of them.”

I have to defend myself here, “Excuse me. In the car I’m always driving and you three always control the music.” My voice has risen an octave. “I am not a Harry Styles fan!”

Destiny says, “Except he totally is. He hums and sings along,” she winks at me.

Wes is laughing too hard to eat. “Methinks he doth protest too much.”

“It is pretty sus that he would react so strongly,” Mateo points out.

That makes them laugh harder.

“Sus,” I palm my face. “I have no real friends here.”

Destiny squeezes my hand under the table. I’m kidding of course. I have the best friends in the world.

Mateo asks, “Who else then? Post Malone? Billie Eilish? Wait! Oh my god! Is he a Swiftie?”

Destiny has tears coming out of her eyes and my cheeks are burning a crimson red. The three of them are enjoying it way too much.

As Operation Humiliate Dylan winds down, we focus on the rad feast Mateo has prepared for us. After devouring everything, we’re stuffed.

Wes leans back and rubs his belly. I can’t help but notice Mateo is watching him.

Wes says, “Mateo, that was so extra.”

I warn, “Don’t start that shit again…”

Mateo picks up the cue, “Did I flex too much? Was I too thirsty? The last thing I wanted was to be basic.”

I can’t help but smile, “Fuckers.”

Destiny loves this, “I ate way too much, but YOLO, right?”

Wes says, “Mateo, TBH, I’m a little salty right now.”

“You throwing me some shade?”

I drop my head, “Just don’t.”

Destiny can’t stop laughing.

“It’s just that all we have is the mall and our favorite place is Chili’s, right? I always order fajitas. Your taco night has ruined Chili’s for me forever.”

Mateo puts a gentle hand on Wes’ shoulder, “I’ll tell you what, Wes. I’ll make it up to you by hosting taco night every month.”

“Make it twice a month and I’ll forgive you.”

Mateo grins, “Deal.” He turns to me, “I’m actually still a noob when it comes to cooking.”

I groan. And not from the taco boulder in my belly. “No one ever says these words! Some of them aren’t even real words. Kids don’t actually talk this way!” I yell. “And I am NOT a Swiftie!”

Destiny chortles, “Why’s Dylan so cranky? He ate way too much to be hangry.”

I sigh.

Wes says, “Seriously Mateo, thanks for this. While I’m living through hell tomorrow, I’ll be remembering tonight.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” he asks.

I reach over and give Wes’ shoulder a squeeze as Destiny explains, “Wes has only been ‘out’ to everyone in his family for a few weeks. Tomorrow is the first big family gathering since he… It’ll be his first time seeing all his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his cousins… Many of whom are not particularly openminded.”

“Homophobic assholes is what they are.” Wes says.

Destiny gets up and kisses Wes on the forehead. Then she picks up his wrist and checks his pulse like a nurse. She turns to me and says, “Doctor, he’s slipping into a taco coma!”

Wes snorts.

Destiny holds his hand, “We talked about this, sweetie. Anyone who doesn’t love you for you just doesn’t matter.”

I say, “Seriously, dude. It’s their loss, not yours.”

Destiny gives his hand a squeeze and kisses his cheek.

~~

It’s the next night. My phone chimes a text and reading my screen, I let out a huge sigh of relief. My cousin Hayden is on his way home. I look down at the sofa. My best friend is sprawled out where I dropped him after practically carrying him out of my car and into my house. He’s a tangle of splayed limbs and only half conscious. I tug down where his shirt bunched up after I dragged him in the house. He groans.

Wes is bombed. It’s only alcohol – no drugs, but still. He’s scaring the hell out me. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have alcohol poisoning or anything, but I’m just a kid. What the fuck do I know? I really need an adult here. Someone I can trust. That someone is Hayden.

He walks in the door right at 10:00 carrying two big bags of McDonald’s. Despite my worry, the smell makes my teenage stomach growl. Together we carry Wes to the kitchen table. He starts the coffee maker and hands me a bottle of water from the fridge.

“The coffee will take a minute. Get him started on the water now. We need to make sure he’s well-hydrated. And see if he can eat too. What happened?”

Hayden’s confidence and take-charge demeanor already have me feeling relieved. He knows what to do. Everything will be okay. I tell him, “Wes had a big family thing tonight. It was the first one since he ‘came out’ to them.”

Hayden meets my eye and that’s all I need to say about it. He nods, “Obviously it went as badly as it could in Schitt’s Creek.”

I nod back.

“Homophobic assholes,” he says and I smile.

“Since he and Mateo each had separate family things, it was just me and Destiny hanging out tonight. Wes had been texting us updates. He was tolerating their bullshit as much he could. I knew he had driven separately to his grandparents’ house because he planned to meet up with us afterwards, but when one of his cousins took the torment too far – I won’t even tell you the disgusting thing he did – Wes bolted. His parents didn’t even realize he’d left. Then we didn’t hear anything from him for over an hour. He ended up driving home and breaking into his dad’s liquor cabinet. He drank two bottles of who knows what and walked to the park before eventually calling me. I drove Destiny home and picked up Wes before the police could find him and arrest him. I brought him here.”

“Liquor cabinet?” Hayden says. “Who still has a liquor cabinet? This sounds a little like an after school special from the 80’s.”

I laugh.

He says, “Dig in kid, I bought plenty of food.”

The food must be absorbing some of the alcohol because Wes is coming back to life. He has already inhaled a whole Big Mac. My stomach growls again. I sift through the bags finding another Big Mac, two 10-piece McNuggets and two large fries. I tell Hayden, “You should get in on some of this.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not eighteen anymore. If I ate that crap this late at my age, I’d be awake all night and have five extra pounds of flab around my belly in the morning.”

I laugh again.

He sets a mug of steaming coffee in front of Wes and puts a hand on each of our shoulders. “I couldn’t be prouder of both of you.”

I shrug. “My best friend needed me so I showed up for him. No big deal. Not exactly heroic.”

He scoffs, “You were there tonight the same way you’ve been there for him for four years. Plus, you recognized that you needed an adult and you called me. You trusted me. You did everything right tonight, Dylan.”

I look down at the table and somehow, most of the food is gone. For the first time since I found him in the park, Wes speaks, “Why the hell are you proud of me?”

Hayden takes Wes’ face in his hands, angling his head and forcing eye contact. “Wesley Harding, I will give four reasons why I’m proud of you. One: You are proudly and bravely living your truth. Two: Despite being a star athlete, you refrained from punching out your ignorant relatives. Three: Once you started drinking, you were smart enough to not get back behind the wheel of your car. Four: You realized you needed help and you called the right person.”

One tear escapes from Wes’ right eye and Hayden pulls him into a hug.

Hayden says, “Food, check. Water, check. Coffee, check. Next, he’ll need a cold shower.”

I let out a sigh of relief when Wes stands on his own.

“Dylan, can you call Wes’ parents and let them know that their son is safe but he’s upset and would like to spend the night here?”

“Consider it done.”

Wes says, “Thanks Mr. Speer.”

Hayden smiles, “You are welcome here any time. Unless you call me Mr. Speer again. Then you’ll be out on your ass.”

Wes snorts, “And I’m never Wesley.”

“Deal.” Hayden turns to me, “Please go with him. He’s on his way back but we don’t need him slipping and cracking his skull open in the shower.”

I give Hayden a hug before mounting the stairs with my drunk best friend.

Wes-

After hours of relentless torture, I’m ready to move on from his adorable feet. He’s supposed to be naked, right? And he said his arms don’t work. I’ll just have to take his shirt off for him. I leave the foot of the bed and move up to my next target. I haven’t touched him yet and he’s already chortling. He tells me that I’m doing it again. I’m tickling him with my eyes. He hasn’t caught his breath yet from what I put his poor feet through and his chest is heaving.

I begin to slowly and methodically unbutton his shirt. I’m not sure if he shaves, or if he’s naturally hairless, but I like what I see. Actually, I crave it. Each rib bone is clearly defined as each button comes undone. The nameless, faceless boy is not so much a boy, he’s a man. And an athlete like me. I finish the last button and spread open the shirt. There are muscles and contours and curves and valleys and mounds in all the right places. He has a gentle musky scent that is driving me as wild as the sight of his gorgeous body.

Despite all of the toning and musculature, his stomach appears to be soft and vulnerable – just the way I desire it. Looking at it makes him laugh again. Stop it, he demands of me. He has no idea of what I’m capable of doing to all of his vulnerable places. He is thin and fit. His round innie navel is calling out for attention. I start up by his shoulders and caress my fingers down around his pecs, playing with his nipples. He explodes in laughter.

I prod my fingers into his sides, strumming the ribs and poking the soft tissue below. He howls and begs for mercy. This is not his lucky day. But it is mine. The waistband of his designer underwear clings to his lower abdomen about two inches above the waistband of his jeans. This is obnoxiously endearing, loveable and cute. And irresistible. I rake my fingers side to side across that lower belly and it’s like I’ve electrocuted him. His whole body shakes and quakes as his laughs turn to screams. Even through his thick jeans, I can’t help but notice that he has a burgeoning erection. This is proof that he’s enjoying what I’m doing. And if that’s simply an involuntary response and I am in fact torturing him, then too fucking bad. He asked for it by playing his games.

That beautiful innie belly button is calling to me. I’ve already molested it with my fingers, now I need to kiss it, lick it, bite it—

And now I’m awake. Dylan tried to be quiet, but the door creaked as he tiptoed out of his bedroom.

~~

“He’s lucky to have you too,” Hayden says to me over breakfast the next morning that he insists if I eat will cure my hangover. Dylan is upstairs taking a shower.

“We all know I’m the lucky one. My sexuality hasn’t changed a thing in our friendship. He stands right there next to me almost daring anyone to say something.”

“I heard things were okay at school when you came out.”

“Yeah. I was terrified at first. In a school of 600, I was the only one ‘out’. I couldn’t have taken that step without Dylan, really all three of them, by my side.” I get lost looking out the window for a moment. “From the beginning, Dylan told me that he looked it up and at least 10% of high school kids today are gay. He said some reports say that as many as 20% of teenagers identify as something other than heterosexual. He said that along with the three of them, I have 60 to 120 invisible friends supporting me at school.”

Hayden smiles, “That’s awesome.”

“He has no idea how good that made me feel.” I rub my face, “You know what else he does?”

“What?”

“My very heterosexual best friend picks out hot guys for me.”

“Umm…”

I laugh, “It’s not real. It’s just a game we play. Wherever we are, in the school cafeteria, at the mall, at the beach… He picks out hot guys for me and I pick out hot girls for him. I have to remind him that only 10 to 20% of his picks are actually queer. He says he wants all the best-looking guys to be gay. It’s a win-win for both of us. I will be deliriously happy and his toughest competition for the ladies will be playing for the other team.”

Hayden cracks up.

Dylan-

Breakfast is over. Hayden, Wes and I are talking in the living room when the door opens. Destiny. Wes and I both stand, but Destiny rushes right past me and practically tackles Wes in a hug. “OMG you scared the shit out of us!” She looks sheepishly at Hayden. “I mean crap. You scared the crap out of us.”

Hayden just laughs.

Destiny squeezes every bit of air out of Wes’ lungs for a full minute before letting him go. ”Wesley Harding, don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again.” Then she grabs him and hugs him all over again, “You know how much we love you, right? We can’t ever lose you.”

He squeezes back and lifts her feet off the ground, “It was a stupid mistake that I’ll never repeat. I’m not going anywhere.” He sets her down and kisses the top of her head.

Doctor Destiny checks his eyes to make sure he’s really okay, then she turns to me and punches me in the arm.

“Ow!”

“That’s for being a bad texter. Keeping me hanging. You think I’m not out there going crazy with worry?” She looks at Hayden, “Boys, right?”

I rub my arm. That’s gonna leave a bruise, “Sorry.” I turn to Hayden, “See how it is? Wes gets drunk and I go to help. Wes gets a hug and I get punched.”

She walks over to me. She’s smiling now. It’s a mischievous smile. She points out her index finger and pokes me in the tummy.

I giggle, backing away, “Hey, what are you doing?”

“The big, strong football player can’t take a tap in the arm from a petite girl?” She steps forward as I step back. “I could have punched you in the soft, vulnerable belly.” She pokes again and I giggle again.

“Excuse me. If by ‘soft and vulnerable’ you mean ‘rock-hard abs’, then okay.”

“Rock-hard and ticklish,” she pokes for a third time and I feel like Elmo.

Wes fake-coughs.

Destiny blushes and we both seem to remember that we have an audience. Hayden has a raised eyebrow and an amused grin.

~~

I slide in opposite Wes and Destiny shares my side. Mateo sits next to Wes and across from Destiny. Three of us open our menus, but Wes sits stoic. He always orders the same. His menu inevitably remains lonely and neglected. Usually Chili’s is Wes’ favorite place; he loves it here, but tonight, he looks like his dog died. Except Wes doesn’t have a dog. Then it occurs to me what his problem is and I just shake my head.

Mateo has no clue though. He looks genuinely concerned as he asks, “Wes, what’s wrong?”

I say, “He’s being ridiculous, that’s what’s wrong.”

Wes shoots eye daggers at me, “I always order the same thing. Fajitas. They’re the bomb.”

“Okay,” Mateo says with way more patience than Wes deserves. “So… What’s the problem?”

“I can never get them again,” Wes pouts.

“Are they off the menu?”

Destiny has caught up to me, “Is this about taco night?”

I look at Mateo, “He wasn’t kidding the other night when he said you ruined Chili’s for him forever.”

Wes cuts me off, “Those tacos were ridiculously fire. They put Chili’s to shame. And now?”

I point a finger at him, but I can’t help smiling at my best friend, “First of all don’t say ‘fire’. Or ‘sic’ or ‘lit’ or ‘dope’ either. Second of all, it’s Chili’s! Just eat your damn fajitas! Quit pouting and I’ll order fried mozzarella and fried pickles for starters.”

That perks him up a little.

Destiny makes a face, “Fried pickles…so gross.”

Mateo is still confused, “I don’t get it. Chili’s has like a hundred things on the menu. There’s seriously a dozen different burgers alone. If you don’t want fajitas, then don’t get fajitas.”

“But that’s the problem,” Wes says. “I do want the fajitas.”

This doesn’t make Mateo any less confused. “Right.”

Destiny sighs, “Halfway through your first fajita you’ll forget all about taco night.”

“How dare you!” Wes is offended.

These two go at each other all the time. It’s harmless. They love each other ridiculously. The best thing to do is just let it run its course.

Wes continues, “Disparaging taco night? Blasphemy!”

I laugh.

Destiny rolls her eyes from Wes to Mateo, “I know that you cooked for us with nothing the best of intentions, but do you even realize the monster you’ve created?”

Mateo just laughs.

I shrug, “If you really want to explode his brain you should make the next taco night ‘fajita night’ instead.”

Destiny snorts, “If that happens, I’m never coming to Chili’s with him again.”

I smile, “But you’ll still come with me?”

She smiles back, “I could be persuaded.”

Wes clears his throat, “I still have a problem here.”

That’s too easy. Wes lobbed her that one. She opens her mouth for a sarcastic reply, but is stopped cold when I grab her hand under the table and give it a quick squeeze. I whisper, “Let’s not show our table neighbors all of our crazy at once.”

She straightens her shoulders and lowers her voice, “Wes, I just think you’ll enjoy whatever you decide to order. You’ll devour your food and be the first one done. As per usual. Then you’ll pick at the remains of everyone else’s plates. As per usual.”

“That’s because you’ll only eat half of whatever you order. ‘As per usual’.” He makes air quotes.

He’s right. She never finishes. With such a big personality, it’s easy to forget how tiny she is. She’s ready to pounce at Wes again, but I give another squeeze to her hand and she stops.

Mateo says, “How about if I pick out a burger for you. I’ll surprise you.”

“Better get The Oldtimer,” I say with grin. “That one sounds like Wes.”

Wes glares at me, but Destiny grins approvingly.

The waitress comes by and we order. Mateo asks for Secret Sauce Burgers for both Wes and himself. Now I too am curious about the secret sauce. But not curious enough to stop me from ordering a full slab of baby back ribs. Destiny asks for chicken strips and we’re all set. Oddly, Wes is the only one trying something different tonight.

Mateo clears his throat, “I need to tell you guys something.”

He has our complete attention.

“I’ve wanted to tell you all for a really long time, but I was afraid to. I mean, not because of you, but because of my dad. He isn’t… He doesn’t… I mean,” he sighs. “I’m gay.”

Is it okay to be surprised? You don’t know who someone is until they tell you. I don’t intentionally assume things about people; it just happens. It’s society that creates stereotypes. I look at two of my favorite people in the world sitting across from me – Wes and Mateo. Both good looking strong football playing athletes. And both gay. And they’re still Wes and Mateo no matter what.

I look him in the eye, smile and say, “Cool.”

He smiles back. Mateo was already different from most of the rest of the town, growing up Mexican in Schitt’s Creek and all. My friends are all amazing.

Wes gives him a hug and says, “Welcome aboard the gay train. You are passenger number 2.”

We all laugh.

Destiny asks, “Are you only telling us or does your family know?”

“I told them at our big family dinner last night. I’m eighteen now. An adult. A high school graduate. It’s my life and our brave friend here paved the way for me and inspired me to be open about my truth.”

Wes blushes and Destiny raises her water glass. She looks each of us in the eye, “To all of the brave men in my life.”

Wes is quickest raise his own glass, “And to Destiny. Our fierce protector.”

It’s Destiny’s turn to blush. They love each other.

We all clink.

“How did your dad react?” I ask.

He points to his jaw and for the first time I notice the streak of a red bruise.

Destiny gasps, “Oh my god! He hit you?”

He waves a hand, “I saw it coming. I was a glancing blow. I’m fine.”

Wes’ jaw gapes open. “Did you hit him back?”

“I thought about it. I wanted to. I didn’t. I’ve been bigger and stronger than him for a few years now. But I caught my sister’s eye. She nodded her head and I walked away. Forever.”

Destiny says, “I’m so sorry.”

Mateo takes in choppy breath, “I never felt like I had a dad. I had a father. A father who was perpetually disappointed in his son. A father who only engaged with his son when his objective was to make his disappointment known. Or to tell me what I should be doing and how I should be doing it. Even when he approved of something I accomplished, like being a starter on the football team, he treated it like I barely achieved the minimum expectation. And whenever I was proud of something, like landing the lead in the spring play, he dismissed it as nonsense.” Mateo tries to hide a tear, but it escapes before he could rub it away. “So yeah. I had a father and now I don’t. This morning I packed my clothes and moved in with my older sister.”

Not too dissimilar to me living with my older cousin. The waitress drops off our appetizers and they just sit there for a minute.

Eventually, Wes can’t wait any longer and he goes in for the fried pickles. I’m eying the fried mozzarella. I’m about to reach for one when I realize that Destiny and I are still holding hands. I guess we have been all this time. And her grip is as strong as mine. Did I forget to let go or is this happening on purpose? And what about her? Did she forget too? I suddenly feel awkward about the whole thing. I grab some fried cheese with my left hand and smile dumbly.

We all sense a change in the energy of the room. A negative change. Suddenly, Tessa is standing at our table. She’s with some random dude I’ve never seen before, a new boyfriend presumably.

She gives us all a saccharine sweet smile and says, “How cozy! So many lovebirds all sharing one nest.” She turns her focus to just me, “Dylan? I’d be sick with jealousy if I were you. While you’re undoubtedly playing a game of secret footsie with Wes across from you, he’s cheating on you with a secret of his own. Wes and Mateo are holding hands under the table.” She turns to Wes, “And Wesley. It wasn’t too long ago that you were the only gay boy in town. I’ve been at the table behind you this whole time. I heard Mateo’s touching confession. Now you have choices. What’s a queer to do? Do you pick your old love, your sleepover buddy Dylan, or do you try something new? Mateo is the flavor of the month right now. Based on the death grip you have on his hand, maybe you’ve already made your choice, but you better tell Dylan. It’s kinder to break his heart now than to string him along. You nympho skank.”

For a second I wonder if Wes and Mateo really are holding hands. Do they know that Destiny and I are? Or rather, were?

Destiny releases my hand and stands up clenching her fists. “You bitch.”

“And then there’s poor Destiny,” Tessa mocks. “Stuck at the kids’ table. Never good enough to have what she so desperately wants. Destined to be the bridesmaid forever. Chasing after my leftovers, even though I already figured out that this one plays for the wrong team.”

“Fuck off!”

The still unknown and unintroduced dude takes a protective step forward. I would stand up and step in if needed, but we all know that Destiny’s got this. If anything, those two will need protection from her.

She stops him with a raised hand, “Hold it right there Rando. Take that step back. Do you even realize that there are three strong football player dudes right behind me, any of whom could flatten you with their pinky finger? But I won’t be needing their help on this particular occasion. I’m gonna cut you some slack here and assume that she’s got you fooled to this point. That’s perfectly understandable; she fooled us for six months.”

What Destiny means is that she fooled me for six months. Destiny wasn’t fooled by Tessa for one minute, but being the friend she is, she swallowed her tongue and let me come to my own conclusion. Way too slowly.

She continues, “You look like you actually might be a nice boy, so I’ll offer you some free advice. Run, nice boy, run! Before it’s too late! I know it’s hard to not look at a trainwreck, but if you do look too close, you’ll see that her hair is actually snakes right before you turn to stone. She’s only using you anyway. And when she’s done using you, she’ll dump you like a shit she’s been holding for far too long.”

Wes, Mateo and I are dying inside, trying to hold in our laughter.

Tessa scoffs and Destiny turns to her, “You fucked up weeks ago. You let your dark side loose and you lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you in your petty, selfish little life. You had it all and you and ruined it all. So now it’s time for you to go. Go away and never come back. Take your consolation prize and hop on your broom. Fly away while you can still pretend to have a shred of dignity.”

What else can they do? They slink away.

Mateo is bursting, “You are so swole!”

Destiny shrugs like it was nothing. We are always impressed, but rarely surprised. We’ve seen her work before. She slides back in the booth next to me and I put a protective arm around her. She leans in, stealing my warmth despite it being summer. Destiny is strong, courageous, fearless and – so slightly that Wes and Mateo can’t tell – trembling. I squeeze her tighter and lean my cheek on her head. I don’t tell her all the things she already knows. She doesn’t need that. I don’t tell her that I never loved Tessa. That Wes and I are not playing footsie. I don’t tell her that I am in love with Wes, but that love will only ever be the love that two best friends share. That our sleepovers are just two dumb guys bonding over dumb guy things. She knows all of that, so I don’t say any of it. But I also don’t tell her some things that maybe she doesn’t know. I don’t tell her that I love the smell of her coconut shampoo. That I love it when she’s leaning into me like she is right now. That I wish I had never dated Tessa in the first place.

~~

Wes left with Mateo so it’s just the two of us as I drive Destiny home. I park in the street and walk her up to her front door.

“I can manage on my own,” she informs me.

I scoff, “No doubt.”

“You, Dylan Wells, are a sweetie.”

I blush. I reach up and grab the crossbar of her porch swing, stretching out my vertebrae. Destiny giggles and pokes me in the belly where my shift lifted up an inch. “Hey!” I let go of the bar.

“Sorry. I saw a strip of skin and I couldn’t resist.”

That’s the second time today that she poked me in the tummy. What’s that about?

I go in for our typical goodbye hug, the same best friend hug we’ve been giving each other for years now, except tonight it lingers a moment longer than usual. An extra minute to breathe in her coconut scented hair, to squeeze her warmth into me, to wonder if…

What is wrong with me? I break the embrace, afraid I did something wrong, but Destiny just smiles with her big round eyes gazing right into mine. Because I really don’t want to leave, I feel like I really should leave. Like right now. With absolutely zero cool, I abruptly turn and dash across her yard shouting, “Goodnight,” over my shoulder. I jump in my car and peel away.

~~

At home and dog tired, I collapse on my bed and close my eyes. But then they pop open again. I grab my phone off my nightstand and fire off a text.

Me: You still up?

Wes: No.

I laugh.

Me: Idiot.

Wes: Rude.

I laugh again.

Wes: Dude. It’s only eight o’clock. What do you think? I changed into jammies and I’m lying in bed staring at my ceiling?

That’s what I did. Can he see me? What the hell? Is it really only eight o’clock? Why am I home already? Why am I so tired? My brain is FUBAR right now. I’m a moron.

Me: How was the Secret Sauce?

Wes: Umm… I’m not sure what you’re asking me.

I’m not sure what I’m asking him either. I guess I want my best friend to know that he can talk to me. He can tell me anything. I sigh to myself.

Me: Never mind. Now I’m the idiot.

Wes: You’re not an idiot. You’re still rude, but then I remind myself that you’re just an awkward teenage boy like the rest of us. I just mask it better.

Me: You really don’t.

Wes: I am the model of grace and maturity.

Me: Not even in a room full of kindergarteners.

Wes: Always the comedian. Did you text to insult me? Or do you actually want to know how my burger was? What do you really want to ask me?

Insulting Wes is never my goal, beyond just kidding around. He’s Wes. He knows I love him.

 

Me: We didn’t get to talk alone at all tonight. I’m sorry about Tessa. Are you okay?

Wes: Water off a duck’s back.

Me: Good.

Wes: Did I ever thank you for bringing that ray of sunshine into our lives?

I assume that’s rhetorical. I type nothing.

Wes: Now I’m being rude. Sorry. She wasn’t horrible at the beginning, but you were the last to see it when she began her slow transformation into the Villainess of Doom. You apparently have no idea how long those six months were for the rest of us.

He’s right. I hadn’t considered her effect on them when suddenly our quartet became a quintet. Not that they would have minded if Tessa had actually been a kind person.

Me: You called it. I’m rude and I suck.

Wes: D… No! Naïve? Absolutely. Blind, clueless, dumb, ignorant…uh huh.”

I snort.

Me: You’re a funny guy too, Wesley.

Wes: Watch it!

He hates being called Wesley.

Me: Is there anything you want or need to tell me?

Now it’s his turn for a long pause.

Me: I mean, you know I love Mateo. He’s fire. He’s dope.

Wes: LOL. You’re a dope. And I officially ban you from all future use of “fire” or any teenage slang for that matter. You can’t pull it off.

Me: I being serious though.

Wes: I know. And thanks. So… Umm… I really don’t know. It’s earlier than early, D. Like, he and I haven’t even talked about it. Yeah, when he told us about his dad, I unconsciously reached for his hand. He unconsciously didn’t pull away. I haven’t told you anything because there’s really nothing to tell yet. And if there ever is anything to tell… You know this D… You’ll be my first call, text, Zoom, Facetime, in person, whatever. I’ll just leave him standing there with his eyes closed and lips puckered while I rush off to find you.

I laugh out loud and send him an emoji of a round yellow guy shedding tears of joy.

Me: I might not need every detail though.

Wes: Gotcha.

Me: In the meantime, I’m rooting for you guys. Mateo is no Villain of Doom.

Wes: What about you? Is anyone standing around waiting for you to kiss them back?

Me: Not that I know of.

Wes: Really?

He must have noticed Destiny cozying up to me earlier. I don’t want him worried that I’d risk our friendship dynamic. Wes and Mateo are factors too and if I ever screwed this up… I need my friends more than anything else. Yes, I’m encouraging Wes to investigate the Mateo situation, but that’s different. I’ve already screwed up once. I’ve already put them all through so much with Tessa. I close my eyes and I smell Destiny’s shampoo again. I exhale. Dammit. She has been my friend for almost half of my life. How could I… I can’t. I won’t. I really need to start sitting on the opposite side of the booth.

Me: You’re surprised?

Wes: I’ll just say that maybe your next kiss is coming sooner than you think.

Me: Let’s stop saying that. It’s freaking weird.

Wes: Did something happen between you and Destiny after Mateo and I left?

Me: I don’t think so. Why do you ask?

Wes: She sent me a cryptic text twenty minutes ago.

Oh no. Why am I such a dork? I probably don’t want to know, but I have to ask.

Me: What did she say?

Wes: It was three words. Boys are weird. I didn’t know if she was referring to all three of us or just one in particular.

Me: It was about me. We had an awkward moment and I literally turned and ran away. Like the idiot that I am. She probably thinks I had the trots or something.

Wes: LOL! And you ate so much fried cheese at dinner. I’d think if anything you’d be bound up.

Me: Funny. Did you reply?

Wes: I said, But we’re cute too!

I laugh.

Me: Did she say anything back?

Wes: She said, LOL. Unfortunately, I agree.

I smile.

Me: Good night.

Wes: Umm… Don’t think I didn’t notice that you ignored my comment. About your next whatever…

Me: I ignore your comments every day of my life.

Wes: Again. Rude.

Wes-

I’ve had my way with his tummy for several more hours. The best hours of my life. They must have been the best hours of nameless, faceless boy’s life too because he never stopped laughing the whole time. But now the exposed strip of underwear four delicious inches south of his oval navel is beckoning for my attention. Who am I to ignore a request?

I begin to work the button and zipper of his jeans. His hips oscillate, but he does not attempt to twist away. I pull those jeans down to his knees and his underwear is tented by a massive erection. So massive that there is now a gap between the waistband and his body. My own erection is trapped and straining. I think my penis wants to be introduced to his.

The elastic barely stretches enough to clear the top of his steel rod. Finally free, I take a minute and just stare at it. It seems to be its own living entity. It proudly twitches and bobs and pulsates. Unlike his feet, I see veins and bumps and ridges and I want to touch it more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life. He laughs and tells me that I’m doing it again. I’m tickling him with my eyes. I’m not sure I believe him, but his twitching increases in intensity and so does his laughter. He yells at me that if I don’t cut it out, he’ll cum any second now.

I grab him in my hands and oddly, that seems to bring him relief. I begin to stroke him and he’s not laughing anymore. He’s moaning in ecstasy. My nameless, faceless friend is impressive in both length and girth. I keep up the stroking and he begins to leak precum. I am mesmerized by the monster in my hand. I rake my fingertips along the underside of his length and his toes curl.

My own erection is so raging hard that it hurts in my jeans. I let go of him long enough to shed my own clothes. I am as big as him. I can’t discern his eyes, but he sees me. He tells me he really wishes his arms worked. He says he’s dying to stroke me too. I point my member towards his and bump our tips together. He laughs again. I lie on top of him and we grind our steel rods together. It feels so right. So good. So good that I think I’m close to cumming. I sit up and my friend protests. I grab hold of him again and he falls silent.

I want to watch him orgasm and I know just how to do it. I let go of him again and stare at his throbbing cock. He asks me what I’m doing. I don’t answer, I just stare. He starts to laugh again. He begs me to stop. I say nothing. I keep staring. He throbs and bobs more and more. His laughter turns to screams. His back arches, his gasps for air and suddenly—   

I am woken by a new text from Dylan. It is five words: Pool party at my house.

~~

None of us are in the pool because the heater is broken. The water is cold and big strong football players are apparently wimps. Well, Dylan and I anyway. Mateo isn’t here yet. He’s hoping to join us. He has a job interview to go to first. All four of us have decisions to make about college and jobs. We’re grown-ups now. But Mateo’s living situation has changed a little sooner than it will for the rest of us.

I find myself in conversation with Dylan’s cousin Hayden. He says, “Hey, Wes. You’re the OG now!”

I smile, “Destiny says only OGs say OG these days. Since you were so cool with me the other night when I…umm…you know, made my bad decision, I won’t rat you out with Dylan for using slang.”

“Don’t tell Destiny either. I’m more afraid of her.”

“Oh, totally,” I agree.

He asks me, “How’s it going with your family?”

I shake my head.

He says, “Wes, to the people who truly love you, it’s like ice cream.”

That confuses me, “Huh?”

“Or a movie, a song or a color. Is your favorite ice cream flavor the same one it was when you were ten? Has a new song or movie ever replaced an old favorite? What I mean is that it just doesn’t matter. The Wes who used to love vanilla but now prefers cookies ‘n cream is still the same Wes. Nothing really changes. Maybe vanilla never was your flavor but people just assumed it was. It’s all perspective. No matter what your favorite ice cream is, you’re Wes. And I don’t think I’ve met anyone who doesn’t love Wes.”

I scoff, “Well, you don’t get out that much. But I know what you’re saying, and thank you for saying it.” I put a hand on his shoulder, “For the record, mint chocolate chip rules. Always has and always will.”

He laughs.

“My parents are awesome though.”

“That’s what Dylan told me. They certainly raised a fine young man.”

I run a hand through my wild brown hair, “If anything, they try too hard. It’s like, not everything is about that, you know? Football is still football and pizza is still pizza and Wes is still Wes. It doesn’t have to always be a thing.”

“You mean they’re cheugys?”

I laugh, “You’re lucky Dylan can’t hear us. And you’re using it wrong. It’s an adjective, not a noun.”

“That’s a hard one.”

“For someone studying a list of teenage slang off a Google search it is.”

He grins at that, “Busted.”

“You’re still totally fire.”

“Wait. That’s good, right?”

I like Hayden. I laugh, “Anyway, my cousins are still choosing sides. It’s like I’ve instigated a real-life family feud, only Steve Harvey is not about to round the corner in a bright purple suit.”

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

“No. Steve Harvey’s dope. I wouldn’t hate meeting him.”

“You’re funny,” he says elbowing me. “I mean it sucks, but at least you’ll know who to not waste your time with. Anyone who doesn’t realize that your sexuality does not define you or what an amazing human you are, those people just don’t matter anyway.”

That’s what Destiny said to me the other night. I say, “It’s kind of not really real for this town. Gay, queer, LGBTQIA+, pick a label. In this town that’s something that only exists on TV and in the movies. People here don’t actually know any questioning people in their daily lives. And then I come along…” I look down at my own muscled arms, big hands and bigger feet. “I don’t exactly fit the onscreen stereotype. I couldn’t be dropped into the cast of Glee.”

“You’ve never seen a single episode of Glee, have you?”

“No. Did I screw up the reference?”

“I never saw the show either, but I think you’re good.” He looks me up and down, “Wes, someday, you are going to make the right other boy very happy.”

“Ew.”

“No! As a person. In a relationship. Wes!”

I grin, “Gotcha!”

He snaps me with a beach towel. “Are you planning to go away for college?”

“Duh. As far away as possible. Is the University of Alaska any good?”

“Are you majoring in comedy?”

“I already have my masters in that.”

He smiles, “College will be your time. You’ll see. Life will be so different. And in the meantime Mateo’s already come out… I bet more will soon follow. And what did Dylan say? 10 to 20%? I bet some of them are the ‘hot guys’ Dylan picked out for you.”

My cheeks heat up, “I never should have told you about that.”

“Hey, I love that you trusted me. I’d never bring it up front of anyone else.”

As we make our way back over to the others I tell Hayden, “I know I can be a lot to take sometimes.”

Destiny overhears this, “Just sometimes?”

I laugh.

“Seriously,” she says. “There’s no such thing as too much Wes. We wouldn’t have you any other way.”

I know they love me.

Hayden looks at the three of us not swimming and says, “I’ll bet anything you’re all in that pool within the next fifteen minutes.”

Dylan eyes his cousin suspiciously, “No way.”

My phone chimes. It’s Mateo. I look up and realize that I don’t need to tell them that because the big dopey grin on my face does the talking for me. Hayden sees it too. I abruptly change the subject, “So what’s your plan to get us in the pool, Hayden?”

As if on cue the gate swings open and Hayden’s friend Ren steps into the yard with his two kids. Isaac is 10 and Judi is 8. They are already in swimsuits. They kick off their flipflops and run over to us. We’ve all babysat them over the years and they know us well. Isaac starts pulling on my arms, dragging me out of my chair. He’s surprisingly strong for a little guy and my butt thuds on the concrete.

Dylan-

The kids are too young and excited to even realize that the water is freezing. Wes stands and says to Hayden, “Nicely played, bruh.” He has accepted the inevitable. There is no way we’re disappointing these kids.

I sigh in helpless resignation and say to everyone, “Who wants to play Marco Polo?”

Isaac and Judi jump and squeal in delight.

Destiny says, “Five’s a crowd. I’ll watch the fun.”

I sidle up next to her lounge chair and kneel down beside her. I take her hand in mine and say, “Pleeeeaaase…”

She shakes her head.

I wait for her to look at me before pouting out my lower lip.

She can’t help it. She smiles. Then she lets out a theatrical sigh, like she’s exasperated by a three-year-old’s antics. She plants her left foot in middle of my chest pushes me back. Still holding her hand, my momentum pulls her to her feet. She punches me in the arm, “You and your cousin are exactly alike. He knew we couldn’t say no to these cute kids and you knew—”

She stops herself. How was she was going to finish that sentence? Was she about to say that I knew she couldn’t say no to cute me? But now there’s an awkward silence.

Fortunately, Wes breaks it by grabbing Isaac by the armpits, lifting him off the ground, spinning him around three times and launching him skyward. Isaac laughs and screams while he’s airborne before his NASA-like splashdown in the deep end. When his head breaches the surface on the far end he grins and waves Wes and me in. Wes complies first and I take a step to follow but quickly realize I’m still holding Destiny’s hand. I let it go.

Destiny stretches and I can’t help staring. She’s in a two-piece today and I’ve never seen so much of her skin before. I shiver. She has scattered freckles in all the right places, not that she has any wrong places. I force myself to look away. Destiny is my friend and my tingling shivers are inappropriate. Judi tugs on Destiny’s arm and pulls her down to her level. She cups her hand between her mouth and Destiny’s ear and tells her a secret. The secret makes Destiny blush redder than I’ve ever seen her.

I laugh and ask Judi, “What did you tell her?”

Destiny cuts in and answers for her, “She said she wants you to throw her in the water like Wes did with Isaac.”

Judi looks at Destiny like she’s concerned that her ears might be broken. “That’s not what I said. I mean, I do want Dylan to throw me in the pool, but I said that I hope when I’m older, my boyfriend is as cute as yours is.”

Now I’m blushing hard. It is so time for a cooldown. Without the spinning or the high arcing launch, I do throw Judi in the pool and jump in after. Destiny joins in and we forget all about the frigid cold. Mostly.

The five of us are playing games and splashing around when the gate slowly opens again, this time producing Mateo. He immediately slips off his shirt, jumps out of his high tops and strips off his socks. He cannonballs into the pool causing a not-so-mini tidal wave and making the kids laugh hysterically. When Mateo surfaces, his eyes bug out. He hadn’t heard about the broken heater and didn’t expect the jolt of cold he’d leapt into.

Eventually the six of us all pair off. Shockingly, Wes and Mateo end up next to each other like a natural magnetic pull. Lots of smiling. Lots of whispering. Everybody can feel the buzz between them. If this is still “nothing” it’s surely soon to be something. Destiny is coaching Judi through her backstroke technique and Isaac has challenged me to some one-on-one basketball on the shallow end where the nerf ball and hoop are set up. Isaac edges me out by one basket.

Isaac swims off and I realize I’m staring at Destiny again. “May I help you?” she smiles back at me.

Despite the fact that Isaac swims like a fish, he’s letting Judi teach him what she just learned from Destiny. He’s a good big brother. Water beads all over Destiny’s glistening skin and I’m almost in a trance. I point with my chin in the direction Wes and Mateo. “What do you think is going on there?”

“I don’t think even they can answer that question yet, but clearly there’s a spark.”

“Clearly. They should get out of the water before someone gets electrocuted.”

She laughs, “What about you?”

My heart misses a beat, “What about me?”

“Do you miss Tessa?” she asks.

I wonder if Wes told Destiny about our text conversation from the other night. I shake my head, “She wasn’t the right one for me.”

Destiny scoffs, “I could have told you that six months ago.”

Now I scoff, “Could you have?”

Alone now, she moves in closer to me. “Uh huh.”

I move closer too, “So, who is the right one for me?”

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “They say that opposites attract. Tessa was your opposite in a bad way.”

“Oh?”

“Dylan, you’re sweet, kind and generous. You do need someone who can be tough for you, but tough for the right reasons. Not just tough for the sake of being…” She trails off.

“A bitch?” I ask.

She snorts. “Right.”

Tough for the right reasons. Is she aware that she’s describing herself? She holds my eye for a moment before swimming off to join the kids. I survey the scene around me again. I have some pretty amazing people in my life.

~~

I need a break from the water. I’m toweling off when Hayden appears beside me, “You okay, kid?”

I smile and nod.

He eyes me suspiciously.

We both look out over the pool. We can’t hear what, but Mateo says something that makes Wes splash him. Mateo laughs and lunges, dunking Wes. When he pops up, all five of them crack up.

I tell Hayden, “It looks like Wes won’t need me to pick out hot guys for him anymore. I think he just might already have one.”

Hayden says, “I guess you know that he told me that story.”

I nod again.

“Are they official?” he asks.

“No. But come on. It couldn’t be more obvious if one of them had hired a skywriter.”

“If it’s true, I assume you’re happy for them?”

“Of course.”

“You know you’ll always be his best friend no matter what, right?”

“I’m not placating you. I really am happy.”

“He chose you, Dylan.” He grips my shoulder, “Four years ago, you’re the one he ‘came out’ to. You and only you for a long time. And without you to lean on, to confide in, to trust… Who knows how much tougher Wes’ journey could have been?”

“I’ll never not be there for Wes, but the reality is that he would have been fine without me. I’m just one of many in the cast of supporting characters in Wes’ story. He has his parents, Destiny, Mateo… He even has you. You’ve been like a third parent to him.”

“Let’s call it big brother. I’m ridiculously too young to be a teenager’s father. And I’m way too fire—”

I don’t want to smile, but I do. “Did my friends put you up that shit? Don’t ruin it.”

“My point is, no matter what happens with boyfriends and girlfriends, what colleges you each go to, where life takes you, you’ll always be best friends.”

I nod with a lump in my throat.

“What about you?”

Destiny just asked me that same question. I reply to him the same as I did with her, “What about me?”

“Do you still need Wes to pick out hot girls for you?”

“That’s probably something we’ve outgrown at this point.”

He cocks an eyebrow, “My question wasn’t literal but it wasn’t rhetorical either.”

“I’m not missing Tessa if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“It’s not.”

“So be literal then. What are you asking me?”

“I was once eighteen too.”

“Okay boomer.”

He laughs, “This boomer can shove you back in the pool.”

I’m not so sure he can but I raise my hands in surrender.

“There’s no doubt that sparks are flying between Wes and Mateo, but between the four of you, we’re in for a full out fireworks show.”

I thought I was doing a decent job of hiding my incredibly inappropriate feelings for Destiny. I should have figured that Hayden would see right through me. I lead us a little further away from the others and sit us down.

“Hayden, I don’t know what to do. She’s my friend and I can’t lose her. The way I’ve been feeling is so wrong. I’ve tried to ignore it. It won’t go away.”

“Boys are so dumb.”

“Thanks man.”

“Dylan, it’s a pretty low-risk situation.”

“But I—”

He cuts me off, “She’s crazy about you, fool!”

“Wait… What?”

“She’s only dropped like a million hints. You’re just cluelessly tripping over all of them.”

“But we’ve been friends forever. I figured we were too deeply rooted in the ‘friend zone’.”

“Dylan, the ‘friend zone’ only exists if you want it to. And believe me, neither of you do. You said you have feelings. Tell me about them.”

                       

“She makes me smile, laugh, blush, tingle…”

“That’s more than friendship. Look, these ‘tingles’ she gives you… That’s been happening for a long time, hasn’t it?”

I nod.

“So being confused by these feelings and afraid of scaring off your friend, you turned to someone else. You started dating Tessa. But you never really wanted to date her in the first place. You dreamed of a different destiny. A destiny with Destiny.”

I ask him, “Are you like a wizard or something?”

He shakes his head, “No, but I was you once upon a time.” He points a finger at me, “Don’t call me boomer again.”

“Tessa was never my person.”

“Everybody but you knew that. And then she pushed you to get intimate. Who knows even with the right person when you’ll be ready, but with the wrong person – Tessa – you might never have been.”

“How old were you for your first time.”

“Twenty-eight.”

I snort, “I’m being serious.”

“I was eighteen. A freshman in college, away from home for the first time. But everyone has their own timetable and both people need to be ready.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

He nods again. “Umm, Dylan? There’s actually something about me that I haven’t told you yet.”

I grin, “I may be a dumb teenage boy when it comes to my own love life, but I’m not so dumb when it comes to others. Someone gives you tingles.”

He blushes hard. “You could tell?”

“Uh huh. You could be the grand finale in our collective fireworks show. And if I was why you were keeping things quiet, please don’t on my account. I’m super happy for you.”

Just then Ren walks over and Hayden takes his hand and kisses him. I grin like an idiot.

“Back to you and Destiny,” he says. “You are both afraid to make the first move.”

I chuckle, “Destiny isn’t afraid of anything.”

“Exactly,” he says. “What does that tell you about how scary this is for her too?”

~~

I walk back out onto the patio and Wes is coming right at me. He’s still grinning like a fool. He says, “The kids are done with the pool. We thought we’d all do something else with them.”

I look at my best friend. They don’t come any better than Wes. He could have said that he and Mateo are gonna take off – that would be his obvious preference, but he’s not abandoning those kids. Or Destiny and me.

“Sure. The six of us can play a game or walk to the park, or whatever Isaac and Judi want to do.”

“Are you and Hayden okay?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I have no idea. But you’ve talked more to him today than to anyone else and you two live together.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m just checking.”

“I needed some adult advice.”

“Well, we both know you picked the right guy. His advice is always spot on.”

“So… Mateo?”

He grins again, “We’re going on a real date tomorrow!”

“I’m so happy for you.” I hug him. “Let me guess. The mall. Chili’s and a movie.”

“Lame.”

I give him a little shove, “What then?”

“I’m actually going to his house for dinner. I’m meeting his sister and his mom will be there too.”

“Fire.”

He laughs, “I thought I banned you from saying that.”

“It didn’t take.”

“Right,” his eyes drop to his feet. “I’m a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“It’s like I said before, I know I’m a lot to take. What if I go in there acting all Wes-like and I make a bad first impression? I could screw this whole thing up before it even gets started.”

“No Wes, you won’t. The only way you could is if you went in there trying to be someone you’re not. Go in there and be you. That’s the guy we all love. That’s who Mateo wants you to be. You are not a lot to take. Sure, you have a gigantic personality but it matches your gigantic heart. Destiny was right. We wouldn’t have you any other way. Mateo’s family is gonna love you.”

His grin turns to a beaming smile. “Thanks, D.”

“Hey, do you really want to go to Alaska for college?”

He snorts, “Hayden told you I said that?”

“I was walking by and overheard that part.”

“It was an exaggeration for comic effect. But I have always imagined getting the hell out of this town. Why?”

“I don’t know. We’re overdue to make a decision about colleges.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t come too.”

“You’d allow me tag along?”

“As my shadow. My sidekick.”

I shove him again.

He says, “How about as my roommate and my best friend?”

Hayden was right. Boyfriends, girlfriends, college… Wes and I will never break up. I say, “I’m not going to Alaska.”

He shoves me back, “I said I was joking. What about you? Hayden told me you were considering New York.”

“Maybe. I don’t know. What do you think about Western Carolina University?”

He cocks an eyebrow, “That’s like thirty minutes away from where we’re standing right now.”

“I know. But it would still be going away. They have dorms. They have a great football team. What do you think?”

“What I think is that we are going to figure shit out. We’ll figure out something that makes sense for all of us.”

He knows I’m still raw from the loss of my parents and that I’ve recently grown close to my cousin. Whatever I do, wherever I go, I can’t imagine being too far from Hayden. But Wes is right. We will figure it out.

I ask him, “Hey, do you and Mateo mind getting started with the kids? Pick out and set up a game or whatever.”

“While you…?”

We both look at Destiny lounging and soaking up some sun.

“I just need a minute.”

“Or fifteen?” he grins. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”

“Not yet I don’t.”

“Uh huh. But you will. Do I have more insane nighttime texts from you to look forward to?”

I grin back, “With any luck.”

His expression turns serious, “Dylan, you don’t need luck. You’re the only one who doesn’t realize it. Go say what you need to say… What you should have said six months ago. Go get each other.”

He claps me on the back as he calls Mateo over and they slip inside.

Destiny and I suddenly have a lot of privacy. I walk over and take the lounge chair next to hers. She glances at me and says, “Hey stranger.”

“Sorry. Hayden is going through some stuff right now and he desperately needed my advice.”

She laughs, “Is that what was going on? I’m sure you’ve righted his ship and got him all squared away.”

“We’re gonna go play a game or something with Isaac and Judi.”

“That sounds like fun.” She sits up.

“We have a little time.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Wes and Mateo are gonna get things all set up.”

“And what are we supposed to be doing?”

“How about one more dip in the pool?”

She had let her hair loose at some point after getting out of the pool. Now, she ties it back into a quick ponytail with some elastic thing that had been around her wrist. She has no mirror but her practiced moves have me mesmerized as I watch her work. She finishes and it’s perfect.

“Do you want me to teach you the backstroke too?” she asks.

I scoff, “I taught you.”

She scoffs back, “And then I learned it properly.”

We ease into the water and glide over to where it’s shoulder deep. I have to just about kneel to match her height.

“Destiny, I…” I hesitate. We’re facing each other and we’re really close together. My hands find hers and our fingers lace together. “I’m just a dumb kid, but I freaking love you!”

She turns crimson red and smiles the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. Our fingers untangle and her hands find my hips. I follow her lead. We pull each other in until our bodies are touching and suddenly we’re kissing. A lot. For a long time.

When we finally come up for air she says, “I kind of think you’re okay too.”

We both laugh. Then we kiss again. This time when we stop, we notice four smiling faces watching us through the window, two of them short and two of them tall. When they realize that we see them, the faces laugh and vanish.

Destiny says, “I guess there’s no need for a big announcement to our friends.”

“I think they saw this coming a from a mile away.” I kiss her again because it’s my new favorite thing in the world. “Even Judi called it.”

“How stupid are we?”

“Ridiculously stupid.” Another kiss. “But I feel smarter already.”

Wes-

The four of us are watching Dylan and Destiny through the window. When they kiss, Isaac and Judi giggle. When they turn and see that we’re watching them, we all laugh and disappear into the depths of the house.

The kids take turns in the downstairs bathroom changing out of their swimsuits while Mateo and I head up to Dylan’s bedroom. On the way, we pass by Hayden’s room. His door is open and he’s inside but he’s not alone. Isaac and Judi’s dad Ren is in there with him. I know they’ve been friends for almost as long as Hayden has lived here. What I didn’t know is that they’ve been special friends. Kissing friends. But I do now because that’s what we catch them doing. Mateo and I pretend like we saw nothing and hustle past.

Safely behind Dylan’s closed door we gasp and our eyes almost pop out of their sockets. I look at Mateo and his grin is as wide as I’ve ever seen it. We haven’t put our shirts on yet and I take a good look at the guy I have an official date with tomorrow. He’s been my friend for years but I almost feel like I’m looking at him for the first time. A familiar first time. I’m not making sense to myself.

I close the distance between us and up close I realize that he is the boy of my dreams. I mean that two ways. He is my dream boyfriend and he actually is the nameless, faceless boy I’ve been dreaming of. All of that glowing olive skin. His concave oval navel, his smooth hairless feet. He was my fantasy, now he’s my reality.

I take his hand and angle him toward me.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

“You have no idea,” I kiss him. I’ve never kissed anyone before in my life and I probably suck at it, I didn’t even get to practice in my dreams, but based on the soft moans Mateo makes in my mouth, maybe I do alright. For a first kiss, I go at him pretty good.

When we come up for air he says, “Wow! That was fire!”

I laugh, “Totally dope.”

“You surprised me there.”

“I just didn’t want Dylan and Destiny to be ahead of us. This is nothing but a competition to me and I intend to win at all costs.”

He knows I’m kidding. His only response is a smile and another heart stopping kiss. When that one ends he says, “I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

We touch our foreheads together, “Why?”

“Because you’re Wes and Wes is sweet and loyal and kind and cute and freaking hot.”

I feel a tingle roll all the way down to my toes.

“I know we have to get dressed and join the others but promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“Later, when it’s just us, your shirt comes back off.”

Mateo smiles and blushes.

~~

“You’re just so wrong,” Dylan is saying. “It’s DC all the way.”

“Then why exactly will you be dragging me to see the next big Marvel movie on release night?” I ask.

Destiny asks Hayden, “Who’s your favorite superhero?”

“Yeah Hayden,” Dylan says. “Are you Team DC or Team Marvel?”

He tells us, “I really don’t have a horse in this race.”

“You’re only twenty-eight,” Dylan mocks. “You’re too young to not care.”

Hayden takes Ren’s hand in his and laces their fingers together. That simple gesture speaks volumes and I find that I’m grabbing Mateo’s hand as well. We are three couples. Three deliriously happy couples.

Mateo fake-scowls at him, “Weak, Hayden.”

“I’m not gonna be a Stan about it like you fools.”

Mateo laughs and Dylan shakes his head, “Don’t encourage him.”

Destiny leans into Dylan, “Hayden’s right. Who needs pretend superheroes when we’re standing in a room full of real life ones?”

~~

I am lying on my bed and my arms don’t work. What the hell? I always thought my nude model was playing a game with me. How can I paint him with no working arms? Where is he anyway? I hear footsteps approaching. A figure materializes and it’s him. Except now the tables have turned. He asks himself what he’s going to do with me. I say nothing. He says he wants to start by doing to me everything that I did to him. I feel my crotch begin to stir.

Fortunately, I’m fully clothed. He tells me to strip for him. I tell him that my arms don’t work. He doesn’t believe me. He calls me a liar. He picks one up and drops it like a wet noodle. He makes a tsk tsk sound with his tongue, snaps his fingers and suddenly my right shoe is gone. He does it again and so is my left. He continues on until I’m in nothing but my underwear. My crotch is still stirring to life but I’m not fully hard yet. He looks at me and says he can’t decide where to start. My feet, my belly or somewhere in between.

As he’s talking I’m getting harder and harder. He tells me that my athletic physique is his fantasy come true. My boner is now raging. It yearns to be free of its fabric prison. My captor snaps his fingers and my underwear is gone. I am fully naked and fully erect. He tells me that I am about to experience the orgasm of my life. My dick does a little dance. He tells me that I am about to succumb to unimaginable pleasure. I am about to blow my load. He laughs.

He asks me if I remember how I tickled him with just my eyes. I nod my head. He tells me that his power is his words. When he says this I feel like my dick is being swallowed by the deepest, warmest, wettest mouth that ever existed, but nothing is actually touching me. I don’t know when it started, but I realize that I’m screaming. Not in pain, but in rapture. And then I know that there’s no going back. The fuse has been lit. Detonation is imminent. He tells me I have the biggest, hardest cock he’s ever seen. I throw my head back. My eyes roll back into my head. My heels dig into the mattress. I feel my seed roll up the long length of my shaft and then—

Another text wakes me up. Fuck! Why don’t I power my phone off at night? I have an erection and a wet spot on my underwear. I know I’m eighteen, but I feel like I’m going through puberty again.

The text is from Mateo. It says his sister will be out late tonight. It’s accompanied by a round yellow guy who is suggestively raising one eyebrow. I smile. Tonight… Dreams come true.