This a very true story of what took place only 2 days ago, I woke up eager to try the new toy I’d bought only the day before. It was a black silicon tube measuring 4” long by 1.5” wide. I cleaned out well, laid a towel onto my bed, threw my legs back, lubed up that toy and slipped it inside my rectum. At least 10-11” snaked up my butt before I decided to use the other end and insert it, too. My hole was beginning to open up nicely, easily….I decided to throw caution to the wind and ingest a most powerful gummy….and see where the day might take me.

I had blown off a neighbor a couple of times, and noticed he was online again. I thought it might be fun to suck him off as a morning appetizer before moving on to something more intense. As luck would have it, he was home, and eager to feed me as he said he hadn’t cum in over a week. This man isn’t too bad looking, a little older than myself, but damn he shoots huge loads. I was down on my knees like a Hoover I took him down my mouth and just a matter of mere minutes his 7” boner was erupting right down my throat. I felt his cum splashing the back of my throat. He moaned so loud and his hips thrust inside my hungry mouth so powerfully. He held onto my head to steady himself after pulling his dick out and letting me tongue any cum remnants.

I went back home and logged into a few sites and soon enough, Jerry was back online (see previous story), he asked me in Spanish if I was ready to give him my faggot pussy. I agreed and in a few minutes I was at his place, naked except a red Bike, jockstrap. Knowing Jerry likes his bottoms smooth, I’d shaved my chest, pits, pubes, head, face, and crack all for him!  When I stripped he walked over and cupped my bare ass and said again in Spanish, “your faggot pussy is mine now”…all those years of studying Spanish helped, ha!

At first I was on all 4’s: Jerry began eating my pussy out like it would be his last meal. With the combo of poppers and gummy, my hole was opening by the second. Sensing I was ready, Jerry lubed up his right hand inserted it into me. With 4 fingers in, I was craving that fist so I poppered up and pushed my ass down hard and sucked in his hand. 

Jerry began to to twist his hand around inside me, slowly getting to half his forearm, then I took some maximum impact spray and holy fuck, Jerry began to gut punch my cunt hard! I was panting and squealing, devolving into my inner pig sensibilities , begging him to “wreck that cunt harder, Papi”!  Fuck my pussy was hungry for it. 

When Jerry pulled out of my hole to add more lube into me and onto his hands, I flipped onto my back, held my ankles back and presented him with my rosebud. “Punch it, Papi!”. I inhaled lots of poppers and watched his left hand disappear right in my bum, he began to slow punch me one fist at at time, building up his speed and pushing in a little deeper each time. Before long he nodded that I should do more maximum impact.  And then, fucking wow, he began to gut punch me furiously. Half way into my high, Jerry clasped his hands together and it felt like a cannonball was excavating my innards. He was calling me his “puta” the entire time!

After we rode out that rush, we discovered the pouch of my jock was full of my jizz. I must have cum during this wild ride. I reached down to rub some cum into my fingers and ate it. Jerry again called me a faggot whore. He peeled off the jockstrap and had me get back onto all 4’s. With a final hit of maximum impact, once again my body shuttered when both fists were wrecking my cunt and I came again shooting all my splooge all over the towel below me. 

jerry then tells me he’s got to go so I get up, dress and leave. I wasn’t wearing a shirt so it was easy to be on my way quickly. I went home briefly and saw an ad for some hot bearded bear looking for a pump and dump. He was less than a mile away, so I went there. He said he was stroking for a few hours… I bend over the bed and he shoves his hard 8 inside me. It didn’t take long before my hole is swallowing his nut!

I leave and I get back onto the fisting site when another man and I agree to meet at my place. This guy was a fucking hot man, nice gym body..nice 8” thick dick, too! I greet him at the door wearing only my jock and we go back to the bedroom. He’s impressed with all my toys and he brings out some of his toys. But first he strips and I am impressed with this guy’s physique. His cock is hard as s brick. I’m on my back at the edge of the bed and he begins to fuck my sloppy cunt with that dick. 

Sensing my hole was as open as a tunnel, he grabs his hollowed out butt plug, greased it up, pulls his cock out, and with another hit of poppers he shoves it right up my butt, then gives me his dick. The stretch is feeling awesome! We lock eyes as he’s fucking me hard, his hard pecs beginning to sweat. 

He paused once again and puts on a strap on, it’s a good 10” nice and thick. Now he’s pegging me with that butt plug still inserted and my hole is feeling perfect. I’m riding the high of the gummy and the poppers…and I want want this stud’s fist! While he’s still pegging me I put some grease in my hand and I begin to rub his closed fist, coating it nicely,  “put that inside me now. Give me that fucking fist”

just like fisting porn, he uses his fist like a punching bag, my open hole allowing him easy entry as he pulled all the way and back inside, each time stretching my cunt lips open, and when I took a hit of maximum impact I kept my eyes open watching this strong and powerful man punch my guts out harder than ever and once again I splooged my jock. Watching his bicep pop when he gut punched me was an image in my brain that I’ve already jerked off to several times!

I wasn’t finished. I wanted him to give me both his beautiful paws! I took another hit of maximum impact and realized that would be the last hit of that for now, my head left the room  in the highest of highs I had experienced that day as he expertly double fisted my cunt to oblivion! Next he pulls one fist out and shoves his hard dick inside, jerking himself off up my butt and giving me that hot load!  After he cums he flips me onto my back again and gives me more gut punches using his own cum as lube!

after he washed up and left, I’m back online and the hotel guy is still online. I ask him if he’d be interested in fisting and breeding me, he was up for it. I pulled on some shorts and made it over with some toys and poppers. I was feeling bold so I pulled off my shorts and laid on my back. We lubed up my butt plug and he shoved it easily into me and then put his dick inside, too! Oh wow that felt stupendous!

I looked at his meaty paw wondering if I bit off more than I can chew. It was thick and didn’t look collapsible. I greased it up, took some poppers and with his elbow on the mattress I lowered my cunt over it, surprised really how easily it slipped inside. I managed to get myself onto all 4’s with his fist fully inserted inside me, his thick wrist almost down to the elbow! 
I took another hit of maximum impact and holy fuck…I was a wild feral animal, I was snorting like a pig and begging him to punch my stupid cunt out, to wreck my hole! He didn’t disappoint, using that big paw to its maximum ability, terrorizing my fuckhole! And then he put his hard dick back inside and thrusted against his fist, and then…he fed my hole his nut for the second time that day!

I went home and texted another buddy of mine with a sling. Steve was home and willing to host me. It was a couple of hours now between fisting and I hoped my hole didn’t close up! I showed up at his door shirtless and ready to play. He stripped and when I laid my eyes on his hard Black 9, I dropped to my knees and swallowed him down to the base! He began to dick my throat. Then he suggested to get onto his bed for some 69, he ate my hole expertly while I worked his cock. When his tongue was replaced my fingers he said, “looks like this hole has already been played with… tastes like it, too! Grab your poppers I’m going in you fucking pig!”

I took a deep hit and Steve slid his closed fist back inside me like butter it glided in me half way up his forearm. Steve began to slowly pull his hand in and out, I love feeling my cunt lips spread out as Steve slow punched my pussy.

We both agreed it was time for the sling! Steve greased up his fists, both of them, and I placed my ankles in the stirrups and opened my cunt wide, pushing out my rosebud. Steve grunted as he punched his fist inside pushing the rosebud back into my guts. I poppered up and looked in the mirror as Steve pummel boxed my cunt with each fist, going harder and higher, the swaying of the sling taking me up and back his forearms.  

I took the final hit of maximum impact and I felt Steve place one forearm over the other and damn id never felt so loose and my cunt took what he gave me and more; in the mirror above me I can see his forearms appear and disappear inside my cavern like fucking magic! I put my tit clamps on and pulled on them hard while he absolutely annihilated my insides and shot one of the biggest loads of my entire life!  Seeing me blast off like that, Steve pulled his arms out of my insides and shoved his dick inside, releasing all the cum he could give me!

by this point I’d been playing for nearly 13 hours…and it was time to call it. At home, I played some fisting porn on my laptop, reliving some of the highlights of the day, and covered myself with three more explosive loads before falling asleep for the night. I awoke with a torso full of dried cum, but still horny as fuck. I shoved my buttplug up my hole and shot  another load. I was finally spent! All of this 100% absolutely true!

Jon walked the woods at dusk on patrol, alone; his partner had broken his leg that afternoon after falling from the wall’s scaffolding. No wights had been seen for weeks, so Jon was permitted to scout alone

He noticed a half-ruined cottage in the depths of a glen. It would have looked like a ruined stable if not for the one ruddy light burning in the window. Wights don’t use fire, and the wild folk rarely build structures so close to the wall. How has no one seen this place? Jon wondered. Then, he considered it the cottage may have been an old outpost or supply shed of the guards. Perhaps the light belonged to a member of the brotherhood, injured in the wild. 

No bird or rodent stirred in the glen. Snow slowly treaded through the wood as the winter light dimmed to indigo. He looked through the orange-lit glass and saw a lamp – one of the guard, just like his own – sitting on a warped, aged wood table. He looked to the sides but saw no one. He did, however, hear breathing. Panting. 

Someone’s hurt, he thought to himself, knowing the wolves had been out in greater, and more aggressive, numbers since the wights withdrew.

Jon quietly pressed against the cottage door.

The lamp shone bright, almost blindingly so against the dark nightfall behind him. The panting continued, strangely growing louder with each of Jon’s quiet, soundless footfalls on the wood floor. 

Once inside at the table, seeing nothing else in the spare room’s glowing light – except another door, in the cottage rear, just barely cracked open – he began to speak the greeting of his fellow guards. 

“Brother–”

The front door slammed shut with a boom, as if a gale had cut down on it from the frozen wastes. 

The orange light wisped out into darkness.

Jon groaned. He was dizzy, and the smell of wood turned into something sickly, like a full garden of honeysuckle and jasmine crushing onto his face and into his nostrils.  He was aware of being on his knees, his head swimming like a barque on rough waves. Jon struggled to where he thought the door stood. He flailed a strong arm against the gentle pull of hands on his back and threw himself at thew wooden wall. 

There!, he thought, gripping the knob of the door. He tried to stand from his knees, tried to pull it open to let that sweet, sickly, intoxicating smell out into the fresh air; instead, he stumbled as he tried to stand up, his own body in the way of the door. 

Jon, helped by what felt like silk scarves, fell slowly back, slowly down. Thinking became thickened, as if poppy was seeping through his veins, his head, his stones. His whole body felt heavy, the world was dark, and he lay down in a smooth enclave.

Jon groaned, slowly opening his eyes. He felt relaxed, and for a moment he wondered if he was back home: not the wall, not the barracks – his real home.

He sharply breathed in, realizing he was standing in a stone, windowless room. 

Below him, at his knees, were two things: a glass urn on a dragonglass pedestal, and a woman – a sumptuous woman with red hair and a black dress as fine as that of a courtesan in a golden court. The upper part of her bodice was splayed open, revealing ample, soft, pale breasts wrapped in black silk, barely covering the nipples – which Jon couldn’t resist imagining, round and rigid under the soft fabric.

Jon shook his head, remembering the cottage, the light, the fragrance of a false spring. He tried to move an arm, but it held in place. He looked up and to the right, then left. His arms were tied by soft, gossamer silk scarves. He pulled hard against them, but – miraculously – the sheer, thin bindings held like dense ropes.

“None of that,” cooed the woman on her knees. “Or I’ll tell them to hold you tighter. And we don’t need any blood flow stopped, do we?” Her hand trailed up Snow’s trousers and stopped several inches below the split of his legs, where his soft manhood rested. “And it seems like you’ll need a lot of blood for what’s in store.”

Jon grit his teeth.  “Who are you for?” he said, focusing on the danger, not the slow caress of his parts by her searching hands. 

“Just for myself,” she purred, “and my children.”

“Children?” Jon asked, looking around the room. 

“None yet, not without their father to sire them,” she said, looking up at Jon’s face. Her eyes were bright orange, like the flame of the lamp that had lured Jon to the cottage. She began to mutter, then almost sing. Jon’s trousers, his shirt, everything made of fabric turned to black sand and dust and cascaded off him, leaving him with only his leather boots and belt.

Laughingly, the woman unclasped the lonely belt and tossed it to the side with his other stripped gear.

Jon looked down at the bare member of his pillar and stones. “What are you?”

She smiled and didn’t answer. Instead, her hands began to grip his softness, counting the length of his manhood. “I knew a good sire was close. All those men at the wall, and none are as worthy as you, are they?”

Jon tried to pull back, but the bindings held. He tried to will himself not to become hard under her touch, but the deft, smooth fingers seemed to know exactly how he best enjoyed to be rubbed, as if she had known every stroke he ever made himself, or had done to him.

“Do you not show yourself to the men? Show them how … potent you are?” Her stroking quickened. “Come, show me your seed. Give me the milk of a powerful sire.”

Jon growled. “Take your hands from me.”

The witch continued priming him, coaxing his blood into his cock until it was full, as thick as her arm. “Yes, the body knows what it craves. Surrender that seed, the seed that has not yet sired.” She was panting, her mouth wet with looking at the veins and flesh of his rod.

“Never will I let it be taken from me by you, for some dark art,” Jon said in a firm voice. He willed his dick to soften in her hand – albeit only halfway. 

The witch glared at Jon, then the gaze softened into a cunning smile. “You teach me a good lesson: To catch the strongest fish, use the toughest line – and the most succulent bait.”

She stood, and Jon tried to look at away from the curves of her as she walked to her cabinet of vials. She returned with one, a black bottle clasped at her chest, drawing his gaze at the undulating bosom. They were eye-catching indeed, and his mouth opened – half in wonder at the strangeness, half in hunger.

She knelt again by the altar and its glass urn, setting the vial by it. Her hands touched her chest, where she rubbed the globes of milky flesh while Jon watched, transfixed. She moaned, panted, and the rich bosom grew larger. The bodice began to tear with the sound of the stitching rupturing. Tatters of black silk fell like cobwebs in the wind until her chest was bare for Jon see. Still, she massaged herself and panted, gasping with pleasure until her hands were overspilling with breast, the excess pressing between her fingers.

She slowed, sweating and heaving. Then she opened her eyes to gaze at her captive. 

“Now, would you like a gift, in exchange for fathering my offspring?” She picked up the black crystal vial and uncorked it. 

“I will never be the sire for – nnaaghh!” Jon shouted, then gasped deep and repeatedly.

The witch, kneeling before Jon, had poured the contents of the vial onto his cock. The onyx unguent had rolled down his shaft; the residue slipped onto her engorged bosom. At the fluid’s touch, Jon’s manhood burned as if it were liquid fire. Once the blinding pain eased somewhat, it felt like his manhood was in an oven, roasting. His eyes squeezed shut; he believed the witch had punished him for his refusal, and now all that would be left of his once prodigious cock would be a mutilated nub

He refused to yell in pain, to give her any more satisfaction for having both captured and castrated him. But the roasting turned into warmth – a deep, penetrating warmth that filled his cock, his balls. 

“Look, sire,-to-be“ she purred.

Jon opened his eyes. When the sweat drops cleared away from his brow and eyelids, he saw his manhood still intact. 

Yet, it didn’t seem like his own cock anymore. The shape, the veining, the proportion was all his, but his manhood had doubled in size, and it was hard: punishingly hard, with swollen veins and head. He couldn’t imagine finding a hole to sheathe it in. Once as a younger man he had been teased by a maid for supposedly having the cock of a horse – but now he nearly did have such a member.

And it was trapped prisoner like his arms, stuck between those thick breasts. 

The witch’s hands squeezed the pale flesh of herself, undulating the globes around his cock. The onyx tincture was all but gone. Where there had been copious rivulets of it before, only a few smears were left. Jon watched in fascinated horror as they seeped into his flesh. 

“Now… surrender your seed.”

Jon’s body sweat profusely. His newly-made cock ached to unleash its increased fertile power. In some secret place in his mind, Snow was desperately curious to see how it would run when he reached climax.

“No… never,” he managed to pant in protest. 

The room was silent except for the slapping of her sweaty, silky bosom assailing his cock, relentlessly trying to steal his seed.

“I don’t need your pillar, only the juice within. I can give a man a cock of legend, of a centaur or giant – or I can inflict him with that of a badger, a mere rat. Is that what you want? Something the size of my little finger?”

Jon stared down at her, failing to hide his panic. 

“Or, shall I send you back to your precious wall with the slit of a woman? I wonder how your men would treat you then.”

Jon breathed deep, fighting his body’s urge to pour out its seed, and fighting the fear of having his member destroyed. Yet, he did not refuse again with a never.

“No, of course not. Death before losing your precious cock, yes? And what a cock,” she said, looking down at the large head which repeatedly popped up from her deep cleavage, like a sailor fighting to survive a drowning storm. “Most men would have died with that much tonic – or worse, have had it fall off or instantly explode,” she laughed, “– but I knew I chose the right … brood stud. Now, for the last time I’ll tell you: surrender!”

Jon stared at his cock and the massive, impossible bosom devouring it. He wanted to refuse, to hold the un-sired seed inside his stones, but the pleasure wasn’t ending. He realized it would never end, except if he survived long enough to have his cock destroyed, or if he ––”

“I… I’m… ahh…”

“Yes, so close. Give yourself to it.”

Jon began gasping. He had never felt this sensation welling up so strong in his loins, in his stones. “No… No! I won’t let you, no matter… urrgh… ahh –– NO!”

The witch laughed derisively. “Too late.”

Jon Snow watched, panting, every muscle of his exposed body shining with a sheet of sweat as his reborn cock tightened painfully hard and his stones rose high and tight against his body. 

At the last instant before his eruption, the witch pulled her breasts off his cock. With swift movements, one hand grabbed the urn, the other the captive man’s cock just below its head, pointing its slit at the mouth of the glass. She did not move her hand or stroke as the man began to cum, denying him the pleasure as he came.

“NO!! Gods, gahhh!!” Jon yelled with his head thrown back, shouting his frustrated protest, thrusting his hips to try for the pleasure his body felt promised.

Thick spurts of the thickest cream slopped into the urn. The witch laughed lightly. “Your reward is a greater cock – not pleasure.”

The climax dragged out, and Jon thrashed, groaning and nearly whining as the opportunity for pleasure faded. He panted, thrusting and unsatisfied

The witch sloshed his seed in the urn. “Half full? What a full brood of devils you and I will make. Shall we make more?”

Jon panted. His softening cock craved more worship and another chance at full pleasure.

“Ask to give me more, and I will give you another chance for delight.”

Jon looked at her and, after a long silence, nodded. 

“Good,” she sang, then began pummeling his cock again with her breasts. “Yes, imagine letting go, and dousing me, all over my bare bosom, with that rich, thick seed as white and rich as cream! Yes, there, you’re nearly there, my sire – please, deliver that seed, and drench me!”

“Yes, I’m –– wait, no!! Gods, fuck –– please!!“

Jon humped the air again as the soft breasts pulled away, leaving him helplessly barren of pleasure again as the witch laughingly stole the last of his seed.”

His body fell limp in the restraints, exhausted by his draining. 

The witch held the urn up so he could see with his failing vision. Lines of seed slid down the edges of the overfilled urn, a godly amount of juice extracted from his loins – for her to conjure what devils and monsters, only the gods knew.

 It’s been a few weeks since spending the night at Pauls, and I’ve been to two of his pick up games and two real games of hockey. As much as I wanted to be close to him watching through the ice rink glass, and the seating area glass right behind his net where I first took the chance on rubbing my fingers along his thigh feeling his shorts fabric. I decided to go buy a hot chocolate. I was also in a snacking mood, then remembered I brought some M&M’s with me. Finally getting up the stairs of the rink I decided to sit on the right side of his net on the bleachers. Paul was squeezing Some water in his mouth and he looked behind trying to see where I was. He was looking left, looking right, up and down the bleachers, and behind him again. And finally found me after I gave him a wave. My god! That cute smile I see through his helmet while he has his light blue mouth guard in while giving me a lil wave back. Priceless. 

So adorable. So cute. So sexy. 

His team won this game 6-2. When it was all finished everyone started to walk down the bleachers and out to their cars. I honestly don’t like being around to many people at once so I waited until most were out of the walkways and the halls. Making my way passed the locker rooms I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Taking my phone out I send Paul a text.

*I’ll see you outside by the car 🙂 *.  Just leaning with my back on the front of the car on my phone checking Facebook, replying to my couple friends messages. I see a tall dark shadow cascading up my body from my feet in the dimly lit parking lot. I get all happy start smiling, I look up and it’s not Paul. My face turns completely white as snow. My smile goes away. It’s my ex boyfriend Cam. 

I quickly put my car key in between my middle finger and pointer finger in my pocket. He’s standing in front of me eyes dark, breathing loud an heavy I can see the steam from his mouth. (He’s a big guy too. Over six feet tall, medium long scruffy unkempt beard, blueish green eyes, light brown hair, short shaved on the sides and back, messy unkempt medium length hair, kind of muscular in the arms and chest with a light gut, tattoos on his arms, chest, legs,) I do my best to say “W. wh. What are you doing here?” He’s high on something and has been drinking I can smell the beer on him. He slurs out putting his hand on my car hood to stay up as I inch away from him. His eyes watching me following my movements. “ I I I was w w w walking through here an seem you, d d doo you forgive me?” I think to myself screaming at my self in my head watching him. “FUCK! I can’t grab my phone from my pocket to text Paul. Or my friends. I’m an idiot!” My anxiety starts to kicked in, heart starts picking up pace, I try to control my breathing. I start getting fidgety. I don’t want make this situation worse. So I say calmly as I can. “ I have forgiven you Cam. I hope you have been keeping well these passed few years.” His mood switches fast he lifts his hand from the hood, wipes his face and slams it back on the hood. And here we go.

I backed up a bit more when he wipes his face again. I think to myself “Paul please hurry, please!” Cam moves in close to me I say “Please keep your distance from me!” He starts yelling twisting and mixing up his words. Blaming me for things I didn’t do. He raises his hand I get my keys that are interlocked between my fingers, bracing myself for a slap in the face. And nothing happened. I open my eyes and there is Paul. He has a firm grip on Cams wrist. Shaking holding it in place. He asks in a firm tone holding a tight grip while Cam looks at me with angry eyes. “Is there a problem here!?!?!. By the fucking looks of it there is.” I calmly say in a low voice. Hanging my head holding back tears. “There is no problem.” Paul asks me in a firm voice still hasn’t let go of Cams wrist. “Are you sure T!?” I say looking up into Paul’s concerned but angry eyes. “Yes sir there is no problem.” Paul lets go of his wrist. Cam rubs it. Starts laughing and says. “Hahahahah this is your new man, your new Sir!?!!?” T. “No it’s not like that! And it’s none of your business.” Cam keeps going on and on. Paul looks at me, gets close to my ear and whispers. “Give me your car keys, here is my trucks. Go get into the truck.” He wipes a tear from my cheek, gives me a lil nudge. I hand him the keys. He gives me a small peck on my cheek. And he says. “Now go please!” I start walking clearing my other cheek from a runaway tear. I hear Paul talking to Cam I can’t make it all out. I get to his truck and lock myself in. I see Paul in the side passenger mirror pointing maybe telling him to “Get the fuck outta her!” Cam does the macho lunges into Paul’s face, starts backing up and staggers away. Paul walks to the passenger door, knocks on the window. I unlock the truck give him the keys. He leans in worried gives me a kiss on the cheek wipes another tear away and asks in a low soft voice. “Are you ok T? He’s gone now.” All I do is give Paul a tight hug. I say nothing because I don’t have words to say. I can’t make any words out. All I did was sob on his chest in the parking lot. Few minutes pass as I’ve calmed down. Paul says “I know you can’t drive and I don’t want you too. Let’s go back to my place. I’ll ask my friend to give your car a tow again. Is that alright?” I look at him eyes puffy pink faced all I can say is “Yes.” 

We get to his house. He lets me in first. He takes me to his bedroom. Gives me a tight bear hug along with a kiss on the lips. And says “you are here, you are safe. That ass hole doesn’t know where I live. You know where I keep the extra pj’s just get changed and lay down in bed. I gotta get my stuff from the truck and call my friend. I’ll be fifteen minutes max. Okay?” I nod yes in his arms my head on his chest. He says “Good. You don’t have to talk about this tonight but talk to me about him when you feel better and safe. Like I said you’re safe here.” He lets me go says I’ll be back. I go to the bathroom I can’t even look in the mirror. I get a glass of water get pjs on and slip into the bed. 

Laying in my right side I feel the bed sink down. Paul wraps his arms around me pulling him to his chest. He kisses the top of my head. I feel his chest rising up and down, his stomach is twitching every now and then and I feel his bulge hanging down rubbing against my butt. He wraps his left leg over mine. I snuggle in close as I can. I softly say “Thank you Paul.” He whispers back “You’re welcome T.” We both fall asleep in no time.

No! No! Please stop! Get away from me Camron! Leave me the hell alone! I punched him right in the face knocking him back a couple feet. I start running as fast as my legs will let me. Can’t catch my breath. My eyes are tearing up. Heart is pounding feeling like it’s going to explode out of my sternum. I hear my name faintly being called in the distance, “T… T… T…“ the voice gets closer. “Babe you need to wake up! You are dreaming!” Opening my eyes in a panic I shoot up quickly from laying on my back. I take a deep breath in trying to catch my wind. I can’t breath, heart is racing, clutching my chest with my left hand having a panic attack. Paul moves me closer to him cuddling, rubbing my chest tenderly whispering “T I’m here, slow your breathing. In and out, in and out. That’s it nice and slow. You had a nightmare. I’m here you are awake.” He rocks me left to right, left to right. I catch my breath lean back on his chest my head on his right shoulder. Face turned to his. Eyes shut. Coming back to reality. I cry for a couple minutes in his arms, as he kisses the side of my head. I open my eyes and see Paul’s face, eyes shut, lips close to the side of my head. I find his hand and give it a kiss. The moon light coming in through the window, I see him look at me, smiles and says. “ I thought I lost you there. I was trying to wake you for a good 10 minutes it felt like.” I reply softly “ thank you babe, I heard you in the distance you got me back.” He smiles a crooked smile half of his face darkened other half moonlit. I take take the blanket off because I am really warm. He says seriously “We do need to talk about what happened in the parking, and who that prick was. We should tomorrow just to get it over with.” I smile running my finger up and down his left arm holding his hand. “Yes I will tell you who he is and what happened. I promise babe.” He replies kissing my cheek three times quick. “Good, now I gotta get some water would you like anything?” Me “Yes please some water too.” He gets up walks to the kitchen I get up and go to the bathroom. Wash my face off make my way back to bed. Paul hands me the nice cool tall glass of water, I take a swig finishing half of it. I say “thank you” Paul says “you are welcome now, now let’s try and get some sleep. It’s 3:23 am.” Once again he wraps himself around me, gets as close as he can. I can feel his chest on the top of my back. His stomach in the middle, and his soft bulge is dropping down right is poking my butt cheeks.

We both slept in that morning. I didn’t have to work until 3pm. Paul called in to say he will be there late in the morning. We woke up I rolled over put my hand on his face circling his left cheek with my thumb. Looking into his eyes watching his mouth just smiling away. I give him a kiss on the lips and snuggle back into him. As he squeezes me tight kisses my forehead and rubs my back, and rotating to my arm. 

s Matt walked into the medical room, he paused for a second. A brief electric tingle on his nuts told him that was not going to be allowed.

“on the bed stud, let’s see what we’ve got here”

He sat on the end of the bed, but was roughly pushed back into a lying position. His collar was attached to the bed, and his feet put in the stirrups. With straps around his tights and another around his waist, he wasn’t going anywhere. With a simple movement of the stirrups, his legs were raised up, and spread wide apart. His arsed, cock and balls were completely exposed, and there was nothing he could do to stop anyone doing anything they wanted. 

A guy wearing a surgical mask & white smock came in, and started examining him. Nothing Matt couldn’t handle, no difference to a normal medical.

“what’s going to happen to me?… 

Is this some sort of joke.. Did one of the guys put you upto this?”

Nothing he asked got any response. The “doctor” had disappeared down the bottom of the bed, and because of the collar being fastened down, Matt couldn’t fully lift his head.

Fuuuuck, his arse hurt like hell..

“don’t worry, fella, just checking out that prostate.. Some advice, relax into it, its gonna happen no matter, and if you fight it, it’ll just hurt more”

The felling of discomfort suddenly changed, and like a meercat, his dick sprang up.

“there we go… Now, this should be a bit of fun”

He felt the guys hand massaging down there, and however much he didn’t want to react, his dick wanted to play. He’d read about this, he was miking Matts prostate. Matt knew what was going to happen, and decided to take the advice and relax into it. It’s not like there was anything he could do to stop it.

After what seemed like an hour, he suddenly felt his hips push back, and knew he was about to cum.. His vision wobbled, and he saw as much as felt the stream of cum go over his head. It splashed on his face (which he didn’t like, but it had happened before), and his chest felt wet. They’d had cum challenges in the dorms with other lads, and Matt had always been proud of the power and volume of his squirts.

“very nice…”

He felt the hand removed from his arse, and then the guy went to the sink to was up. Meanwhile, 43 who was still in the room came up and started putting more straps on him. His head was secured so he wouldn’t move it, and arms while still clipped to the bar and tied down. Another could of straps around his chest, and he was completely immobile.

The doc then came over and Matt could smell alcohol. His pec where the number was written went cold, obvious being washed, but why. Then he saw it, a tattoo gun. They were going to make the number permanent. He tried to struggle, and they just stood back and let him.. .they knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Every time he settled down, they started on the tattoo again, if he moved they stood back and let him get on with it.

“there you go, 54, pretty smart. You look like one of the other toys now”

“now the next bit, is gonna hurt. I like to talk  you through it, but that’s because I love to see the look on your face when you work it out. Sir told you, you were his.. Just don’t want you to forget it.”

While the doc was talking he could feel someone (must be 43) fiddling with his balls. They suddenly felt cold now, and his mind started racing. What were they going to do with his nuts?!?

“did you see 43’s ball ring? Nice isn’t it. Here’s yours”

The doc held up two shiny semi-circle of thick steel. There was a whole through each end of each piece, and it seemed like it would slot together to make a full circle.. Obviously around his nut sack. Then the doc held up a metal spike. It looked like the thing Bob had for through his nipple, because it had a ball at one end and a screw at the other… but it was bigger. This was about 1cm in diameter, and about 5cm’s long.

“so, we’re gonna give you a permanent ball ring.. With this piercing going right through your scrotum. Once we screw on the other end, it won’t ever come off” 

Matt, felt sick at the bottom of his stomach, and though he might vomit. But there was nothing to puke up. He felt the cold steel encase his nuts, and then without warning a stab of pain. They were doing it, they were piecing his balls. After a few minutes, the pain had dropped to a dull throb (which really surprised Matt), but he could feel the weight of the ring pulling his nuts towards the floor.

“I think you’ve had enough for today, tomorrow’s gonna be tuff. We’ll get you some food then you need to sleep off the rest of that drug so your nice and alert for the morning”

Food was a bowl of cold oatmeal stuff, bed a small room with no mattress and just a thin sheet, and he spent most of the night holding his newly spiked nuts in his hand. What was tomorrow going to bring, how did this happen, where was he, and when would it end? He had originally been convinced it was some weird prank, but now, with what felt like a kilo of steel firmly secure around his jewels he knew he was well and truly fucked..

Man Date

Theo paid his $10 entry loped upstairs bought a Scotch and dry at the bar and took a seat on one of the stools on the raised walkway that ran around the dance floor. The music pumped but there were few on the floor. 

He drank his first one slowly winding down from work, then joined the building crowd on the floor dancing with no one in particular acknowledged a few friends here and there. Gretchin joined Theo for a good dance and climbed all over him doing his usual slutty bump and grind, laughing as T bear hugged him and played with his nipples through his shirt. Not that it meant anything he’d had Theo the first or second time they met at the Wednesday Movie night. Been there done that. 

They both worked Cinema and sometimes ran into each other, either at Mandate on a Thursday or Pokies on Sunday. Thursday because it was quieter and you could dance, Friday and Saturday it was a sardine tin and you couldn’t move on the dance floor. Theo asked Gretchin if he wanted a drink because he needed a rest, “no T I’m fine besides I see something new” he kissed Theo. Theo said “be good Greg” “Always, Very good” “Don’t traumatise him too much” 

Gretchin waltzed off, making a beeline for the wide eye newbe. T sauntered past Greg and goal-bait, stepped behind GB put his left hand on the L/H shoulder grabbed his right hip, pushed his groin into the bubble butt looked Greg in the eye as he whispered “do you want to fuck” the reply, with both hand over his shoulders holding T’s neck against him was “not tonight daddy” Greg roared with laughter and said “burnt” T dropped his hands to GB’s crutch, hugged him gently and said to Greg “he’s been around the block,Hmmm Ni-ice, enjoy the ride Gretchin” 

G replied with a laugh “fuck off go and find your own, see you Wens-D if your not at the Prince Sunday night” T kissed GB’s neck, licked him from shoulder to ear, said “later” and wandered off to the bar, grabbed a drink and cruised the walkway around the dance floor until he found an empty stool. All the time eyeballing a tall slim guy little older than GB with a swimmers build wearing a tank top and shorts. Whom was dancing mainly by himself. 

T was sitting enjoying his drink when tank top walked over the dance floor leant on the railing in front of T, put his hand thru the railing and touch T close to his package. Introduced himself as Pete and enquired who Greg was, the hand got close to the goal. T smiled and told him don’t worry Gretchin will get to you soon enough. Pete smiled and tilted his head as if to say “what” 

“You’re new on the the scene aren’t you? Don’t worry he’ll get to you”. T was leaning with his elbows on the norrow counter on his side of the rail so they could speak without yelling over Donna Summer. Pete asked T to buy him a drink, “OK,grab the seat beside me and keep an eye on my drink”. When T got back Pete was sitting on a stool by itself, having moved some stools from around it, “where am I gunna sit” Pete got up for T to take the seat which was slightly out from the rail.

Pete then moved in front of T and sat in his lap, took T’s hand and placed it on his crutch, (he was glad to meet T). T’s hands found a nice hard cock free balling in the light baggy shorts he cupped the package in one hand and played with it, moved the other slowly over the stomach to chest giving the hard nips a tweak, grabbed the throat and pulled back gently licked the sweat of Pete’s neck and whispered in Pete’s ear don’t worry Gretchin will definitely get to you. 

Pete ground his arse into T’s crutch turned his head and kissed T whilst he did a lap dance on a very hard cock. Pete then stood up just enough to get his hand on T’s package unzipped his jeans, freed T’s cock, moved the crutch of his shorts aside and lowered himself onto T’s cock popping it in and out a few times after the initial slow entry all the time slightly dancing. T could not believe what was happening he just hugged Pete to his chest whilst Pete continued to dance, sometimes stopping and milking the hardness with amazing muscle work. 

The walkway area was not well lit and they were it a relatively dark erea. Theo thought, go for it put his hands thru the arm holes of the tank top and pinch the hard nipples whilst kissing Pete’s neck. Gloria and Donna ran thru a couple of song whilst Pete did his slow dance, T stuck his his fingers in Pete’s mouth for him to suck on and returned the wet finger to hard nips and circled then lightly, teasingly with an occasional pinch. Pete then put his arm over T’s shoulder half turning and really got into a rough French kiss.

Pete backed up a bit and whispered in T’s ear “I love your cock, will you cum in me” “After the next couple of songs”  “stand up a little and get my finger good and sloppy” he then put his index and middle finger in T’s mouth fucking it gentle took his fingers passed them thru his & T’s legs and gently entered T’s arse and started to finger T. He soon got his reward. 

Pete put his arm back over T’s shoulder and kissed his passionately whispered in T’s ear “that was great would you like to come back to mine for some more”. He looked around to check no one had noticed, most people were dancing. Pete turned back to the dance floor did a little bounce up and down, worked T’s still hard cock with his arse muscles again, slowly lifted off and wrapped his hand around T’s cock. 

Not that anyone was around to see, did a quick scan of the room dropped to his knees and licked T clean and zipped him up. Rose kissed T passionately turned back to the dance floor and sipped his drink. Like an Angle. T couldn’t help himself he had to check out that tight hole, amazingly there was very little seepage he then checked the cock that was dripping but was hanging down the leg semi hard. T got close to Pete’s ear “lets go to the Loo, I want to take my time sucking you off”. 

They made their way to a nearby Toilet, one stall was busy T entered the other and sat on the lid. Pulled Pete’s shorts down revealing a quite large hard cock and went for his life cleaning the lovely slime and working the head with his lips and tongue but couldn’t resist going ball deep and started to hum, flicking his tongue out occasionally to the smooth balls, stuck his index and middle in Pete’s gob, got them nice and slimy then went to work on his prostate. T backed off to just mouth work when he felt the balls raise and get a nice reward. He then stood up and kissed Pete sharing the goods. 

As they relaxed Theo said “your a nice package are you gay or do you just like some cock sometimes?” Pete replied “get fucked” with a bit of a laugh, “yes please”. They both laughed. Pete confessed that he’d had a girlfriend before he came up to Melbourne, “I preferred to suck off her twin brother though, that’s all he would do.” “He was kool as long as no one else knew, but didn’t want to fuck, I’m very much on the gay side of bi.” “I’ve enjoyed a bit of front bum occasionally, but I thought it was for pissing through until one of the guys I go to Tech with got me a bit drunk and had his wicked way, sounds like we’re much the same”. “I’d love to come back to yours, but I’ve not had a lot of sleep”. “Worked last night, watched movies and played Go until six am, didn’t get to bed till midday and had to start work again at four pm”. “I need to crash”. “Have you got wheels? I can drop you home and we can exchange numbers”. 

Pete said “that would be nice, I know I sort of came on a bit strong and slutty but I’d had several joints before I caught the cab, was as horny as hell and you were only looking”. “Is that guy Gretchin your other half?” “How do you deep throat and not gag” “Greg doesn’t do half, as I said he will get to you, but he never goes back for seconds”. “He, Had me, the second time we met at the movie night that when he taught me, Banana”. “We’re mate’s I love him but don’t know much about him, other than he is a root rat, mostly bottoms”. 

“He’s a friend of a group of guys I’ve met recently, from what I hear he had a really hard time somewhere in northeastern Vic where he came from”. “Was really tight with his best mate whom was fucking him senseless”. “His mate was the ruck, Chris was the rover”. Small town, they played together right through to under eighteens”. “A rumour started that Chris liked cock and his mate abandoned him”. “He got beaten severely, ended up in hospital here in Melbourne”. “has never gone home or spoken to anyone there since not even his parents, his Mum visited his sick bed said he was Dead to her, all secondhand he never told me”. 

“He did nursing for a few years, now is an usher in the city I can give him your number next Wednesday at movie night if you like”. “No need as I said, I was really horny and needed to scratched that itch”. “I hope, you’d like to scratch it again, I’d definitely like scratch your back sometime, banana?”. 

“You might have to paint a better picture, yes Bananas cheaper than a dildo and you can practice anywhere”. “Fuck, you!” “Yes please, how about tomorrow night”. “It’s a date, how about that lift home I’m in Elsternwick”. “ You’re not Jewish.” “I’m in Hampton, you’re on the way home for me”. “What’s  this movie night you keep mentioning”? “If you still want to see me after you’ve had your wicked way tomorrow night, we’ll talk about WensD, but it can be a late night” “I’ve got late classes Thursday Friday, so that’s OK” “where are you studying”? “Doing dance the performing arts academy” “A gypsy, that’s why you’re so supply” “Lets blow this popsicle.” “Are you OK with dogs? Knut’s in the ute” “nut’s?’ “With a K, he loves em, they’re Special” “You know you need high heels if you’re gunna be a stand up comic” 

“You gunna be warm enough?” “I checked a coat” They walked out and down Carlisle St to the car park beside Luna Park, Got Knut out of the ute and did a lap of Luna park. As they walked they talked “He’s Ok in the ute for so long” “It’s his ute I only drive it, he’s been with me since I was twelve, the only time he ever stays at home is when I am at the Tech” “Best security system there is, never makes a noise, just lays on his blankie in the passenger footwell unless someone he doesn’t know tries the door, that only get’s good woof if they take it any further he screams blue murder” 

“What is he?” “Deerhound/Boxer, great on rabbit and foxes, never know what hits them, he just swoops, grabs their neck gives them a shake and trots back to me.” “we have three hundred acres of dairy and one twenty of mostly bush, he’ll occasionally take on a roo but usually I’d call him off, unless we needed some steaks and dog meat.” “He’s a great mate, only ten years old still in good shape.” “I take him to the beach to run and swim regularly and we go home fairly often and run down some bunnies, he’s a very good boy, watch this.” 

They were at the beach end of the carpark, the ute was close to Ackland St Theo took the lead off. “Knut, sit” Knut sat and starred at Theo. Theo walked away hand in hand with Pete They were almost at the ute when they heard a soft, woof? “ In the back”  A bullet shot between them and landed in the ute tray, T steadied Pete “you OK? And you stop being a smartass” He touched Knut’s nose and got a lick “Drop” He held his hand up as if to signal stop, unlocked the ute reached over to let Pete in, grabbed seat cover, dog bed and water feeder off the floor and put it behind the passenger seat.

Theo headed down Ackland to Barkly St left into Mitford then into Southey St “Knut be alright back there?” “You know your way round” “Yah if I don’t click my finger and hit my leg he’d probably stay in the ute until he starved.” “My first share place when I came to the city is up here in Byron St, big old place that we sublet from a bloke who’d been renting it from a solicitor since the sixties.” “He was still paying fifteen pound a week charged us seventy five dollars, huge old place four of us had room’s each, there was a mad electronics nut living in the servants quarter behind he paid fifty.” “Built my amp and made my speaker boxes they weigh a ton, cast ferocrete.”

“Just up here into Glenhuntly Rd up thru the junction to Orrong Rd and turn right I’m just down the left” “Good I can continue down Orrong and come out onto Nepean just before the servo” “My last show tomorrow finishes at one am we’re on six thousands so the boss might let me go early just after midnight, I’ll just have to do the ramp tramp by myself in the late arvo” “You can translate that to English tomorrow night when you see me” “I’ll be too busy eating out” “Everything closed!” 

“I’ll be eating out in your bedroom, beside which there’s alway the Waiters club or one of the Taxi cafes if we get hungry” “Eat out, what do you mean?” Theo chuckled. “That’s my place the white two up two Deco place on the left.” “Despite seeming to be a slut I’m very new to this your my second I’m almost a virgin.” “A nice country boy” T laughed “All will be revealed tomorrow, is yours on the left or right down stairs?” “Have you met the nice dutch bloke upstairs on the right” “I’m number two on the right, what are you talking about the two in number four upstairs are sisters – if you know what I mean.” “One’s Jan, don’t know if she’s dutch.” “your not the only one that was, is, green, I’ll explain tomorrow see you here about twelve fifteen, here’s twenty I know your a student, drop into a chemist before your class tomorrow buy a travel douche, ask Jan when you get home she’ll be about none of her business starts till late evening she’ll tell you what to do.” “I’ve gotta go, still have to walk Knut on the beach or he’ll terrorise me all morning, I’ll get your number from you tomorrow night, sweet dreams” They kissed and Theo drove away. 

“Hey Coach!” 

It was just a normal day at the big box store, when Steve White heard a voice he recognized. It took him a second to place it, but instinctively he knew it was a former student. 

Indeed, it was. 

“Michael!” Steve responded in surprise, though half of his surprise was in seeing his former player, Michael Stanton, sauntering up to him in the flesh. Stanton had been a normal kid, a good but not extraordinary athlete when he played shortstop on the Marshfield High baseball team. That was eight years ago, at least, and Michael… well, the cute, happy-go-luck jock had gotten jacked. He was wearing baggy shorts and a not-so-baggy T-shirt that seemed mounded over a lot of round muscle.

“I go by Mike now, Coach,” he said with a friendly smile.

“Mike,” Steve corrected himself. “So… you in town visiting?”

The friendly smile grew more serious. “Nah, I moved back, Coach. My mom’s not doing so hot… I came back to take care of her.” 

Coach knew his players pretty well. He didn’t know Stanton’s whole story, but he knew the guy had a single mother. “Sorry to hear, man,” he said, giving the ex-player a paternal pat on the arm. “You, um, got a job lined up?”

Mike shook his head, his brown eyes almost hidden beneath his ball cap. “Yah. Still working my old job out in San Francisco… doing the remote work thing.”

“That’s cool,” White said. “McConnell said you were doing pretty well for yourself out on the West Coast.” 

Jason McConnell had been Mike’s teammate and best friend. They grew apart some in college and had a real falling out when Mike came out. They’d made their truce just before Mike moved back. Jason was dealing with marriage and parenthood and a dead-end job and was too worried about his own problems to dwell on his old hangups. 

Mike shrugged. “Yeah, it’s a good gig. The only drawback is the later hours… cuts into any social life… not that this town has much on that front,” he chuckled, before adding. “No offense, Coach.”

Steve laughed, too. “Believe me, no argument here. I’ve thought of moving into the city, but my life and my job are here, you know?” He wasn’t sure why he was being so open with Mike. This young man he hadn’t seen in eight years. But it probably had something to do with just how goddamn hot and sexually alluring Stanton was now. Coach had never made a play for any of his players – or an ex player for that matter. But Mike Stanton was the sort of muscled stud who’d be the star of his JO fantasy regularly.

“My mom says you’re divorced now,” Mike said with an earnest sympathy. 

“Small town, huh?” Coach wisecracked. “Yeah. A couple of years ago. Wasn’t working out.”

“Sorry to hear, Coach.” Mike didn’t know too much about Coach’s personal life. He’d been married to a smoking hot ex-sorority type, but they’d never had kids. And Steve White was now pushing 40… looking very fit for his age, and still with that rakishly handsome appearance… shaved thinning hair, trimmed dark beard, roman nose and square jaw. The way Steve’s soulful eyes met Mike’s gave the younger man that first indication that his former coach just might be into men.

Steve forced a smile. “I’m doing all right, kid. It’s just an adjustment that’s all.”

“Cool,” Mike said, as he dared to look his former coach directly in the eye again. There was that sly hint of intensity again. Fuck, could it be? he thought. Instead, he just cocked a shy grin. “Well… I’ll you get going, Coach.”

Steve reached out and patted Michael’s arm again. A little longer body contact this time. That was some incredible tricep and bicep action there and he wanted another feel. “Good to see you Michael…” the older name slipped out. “Hopefully I’ll see you around more.”

Mike felt that giddy thrill of the hunt. Usually he felt it when DM-ing on an app, but this was better. Maybe Coach was just fucking with him, or the man was just a natural flirt. “Yeah… hope so.”

But neither man made a move to part.

Steve gulped. “Maybe we can hang out sometime… if you wanna give me your number.”

The smile on Mike’s face told him it was the right move. “Sounds great, Coach.”

Steve pulled the phone out of his pocket to get his phone.

***

Their first date wasn’t really a date. But Steve had invited Mike over for burgers and to watch a baseball game after. As a high school coach, he enjoyed his summer evenings, at least in the quiet of July. 

Any self control went out the window when Mike showed up, in an even more form fitting T-shirt than before and a pair of baseball shorts that seemed a size too small on him. And without the shield of his ball cap, Mike’s eyes seemed to be hunrgily eating up Coach White’s DILF-body, in his casual summer attire and flip flops. 

They bumped fists in greeting as Steve showed him inside, then the hug came almost automatically. A right, claspy bro hug. Until it was something more. Mike smelling the cologne on Steve’s neck and gently feeling up that strong, more mature back. Steve feeling Mike’s smooth cheek against his own beer as their faces repositioned and their mouths met. 

The connection was electric and both men kissed deeply, with heavy tongue, making out and grinding right there in Steve’s hallway. It was like pent up years of forbidden fruit combined with their recent dry spells to make them even hornier.

And when Mike started tugging at the hem of Steve’s shirt, the older man pulled back to let him. 

“Damn, Coach,” Mike hissed. “Love a fucking hairy chest…”

Steve wished he’d had more experience with men. There was the fumbling affair he had the last year of his marriage, the one that had pushed him to divorce. And he’d gone online for a couple of hookups in the city. But Mike was in another league, the combo of this jacked muscle bod and the personality Steve had remembered from years ago. Stanton was intimidating as hell, but the coach had never felt harder in his life.

And he faked some confidence too as he stood, hands on his hips, and showed off his furry body to an appreciative Mike, who was already pulling down his shorts. The younger jock type had a smaller dick than Steve’s but it was a nicely shaped rigid tool that stood up hard and thick from a well trimmed crotch, with a shaved nut sac clinging tight. Stanton kicked off his shorts and smirked as he peeled off his T-shirt.

“Holy fuck,” Coach White hissed. This kid was muscle on muscle. Bodybuilder big. The man didn’t even realized he liked men that big, but there was something innocent and playful in his former player, too, despite the young dude’s clear sexual confidence. Hurriedly, Steve worked to unzip and take off his shorts.

Mike stepped up again and ran his strong hands along his former coach’s fur. “Please tell me you’re a top, Coach,” he laughed.

Steve gulped. After being with only 4 men in his life, he wasn’t sure what he was actually. But the idea of fucking Stanton made him horny as fuck. He shucked his boxer briefs just a second after his shorts fell to the floor and he pulled Mike’s thickly powered body into his own for another kiss. 

Mike knew he had an incredible body. He worked hard for it, and if anything since he’d moved back home he’d devoted almost all of his spare time to getting bigger and better defined. But a part of him craved the approval of this man and got off on the ultimate forbidden fruit from his teen years. 

Steve led the two back to the master bedroom. He used to think the king bed was overkill for a bachelor, but with a muscle lunk like Stanton joining his own fit, athletic frame, he was grateful for the room to roll around. Steve liked being playful during sex, lots of foreplay, lots of making out and shifting positions. 

It had been a real long time since Mike had been with a guy with this approach. In SF, so much of the chemistry he had with his tops was established online and the sex was centered around the acts of domination. Mike Stanton was wired that way, to be some guy’s sub, but Steve’s sensual kisses along his neck was pushing buttons he didn’t realize were there to be pushed. Hungrily, he clutched Coach White’s back and wrapped his tree trunk legs around the man’s waist.

Mike’s power bottom approach, meanwhile, was getting to Steve. Mike Fucking Stanton… the last dude he’d thought would be in his bed, beneath Steve, craving Steve’s cock. Fucking begging for it. He pulled back from the kiss and reached over to root through the night stand for some lube.

The entry was quick, Steve worried too quick, but the muscle dude beneath him was bucking his ass up into Coach’s crotch, that ass tight as hell but stretching around the top’s thick tool as Mike let out a surprisingly deep grunt. 

“Fuck!” he growled. “Fuck me Coach!” 

“Jesus,” Steve muttered, pulling back to power back in. They hadn’t even brought up protection, but at least the man had gotten a PReP prescription after the divorce. And this raw hole felt fucking amazing. He wasn’t gonna stop now, or even slow down.

Mike had fantasized about a Coach White fuck for a long time. But even now he still couldn’t believe it was happening. The man was just perfection. Masculine, just the right age, just the right amount of muscle but not more muscular than Mike. That was part of his kink…

The faster and hard Steve fucked, the more Mike seemed to crave it, and the more the older man responded, throwing his whole body into the fast, impetuous mating. 

Steve liked to be a caring lover, making sure a guy got off. But he was gonna get to the finish line quick, and Mike’s urging him to breed him was the permission he needed to let loose.

“FUCCK!” the coach hissed, raising his head as he unloaded a cum deposit that was probably the biggest he’d shot in his life. His whole body jerked in orgasm, and he heard Mike’s excited exclamations, and felt those strong hands feeling up his furry torso. 

The man’s face was still flush when he looked down on Stanton. “Your turn bud,” he said, reaching for the lube to squirt some on Mike’s cock. Taking hold of those strong legs, Steve hoisted them on his shoulders and began a slow gentle in and out motion of his still rigid cock. 

It was then that he realized Mike probably shaved. No 26 year old was this naturally smooth. It looked great on him, Steve decided, but the real attraction were those soulful brown eyes looking up at him while Mike stroked in quick jerks. A look of sexual need. 

“You been thinking about me before today?” Steve asked. 

Mike nodded, incredibly turned on. “God, Coach, you have no idea.”

Normally, Steve would be shutting the topic down, quick. He didn’t mess around with his players and didn’t really even let his fantasies go there. But Stanton was long graduated, and after putting out for Steve just now, the man felt he’d do what it takes to turn the kid on. 

“You wanna tell me, bud? Tell me how you crushed out on Coach all those years?”

Mike’s eyes went wide. And it all came pouring out. A stream of consciousness of fantasies, remembered moments, how he wish Coach had fucked him after every game. Maybe Mike was embellishing memory with sex talk, but he was clearly getting more and more worked up. Steve had to admit he was rock hard again, inside Stanton’s freshly bred ass.

It didn’t take long for Mike to spray his seed, all over that bulging, smooth ripped muscle. If Steve had been 26 instead of 39, he would have gone for a second cum. Instead he pulled out and let Mike’s heavy legs down. Patted that thick thigh muscle, he grinned with appreciation. “What do you say we shower up and then go fire up the grill? Then we can talk.”

“Yah, Coach,” Mike hissed, a little fucked out and woozy, but feeling the thrill of his life.

***

They developed a routine. Mike Stanton had missed this all right. An older man who pushed all of his buttons and then more. Coach wasn’t like those SF doms, for sure, the sex was purely vanilla, but Steve’s role as an authority figure in Mike’s younger days compensated. 

Mike was coming over every day. Maybe this wouldn’t be sustainable once the school year started up, but the summer meant he could show up at the Steve White residence in the morning, before his West Coast work hours started. They’d fuck, sometimes a quickie, sometimes a nice slow session, then they’d have breakfast. Mike had blown his former coach, too, and that was great, but both men decided they missed fucking if they skipped a day. 

Steve was gaining confidence in the bedroom, confidence as a take-charge top. Something about having a power bottom around will do that for you. But it was the rest of it all that gave him doubts. This was so different than dating women, hell it was different even than courtship dates with those guys on Scruff. Here Steve White was in a steady sexual relationship with a very hot younger man out of his league. And Mike Stanton was very sex focused, not giving off romantic vibes. Why would he? Steve knew he was just fantasy material for the kid.

It came out in a joke though. As Mike was peeling off his shirt one morning, Steve took in the sight of all of that huge 20-something muscle and sighed. “I guess I need to start hitting the weights harder to keep up with ya, Stanton.”

Mike shook his head and instead of that lusty grin had a serious look on his face. “Actually, it’s kind of my thing, Coach… I like being the bigger guy.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked. He wished to hell he’d not waited so long in life to come out – wished he had more experience under his belt.

“I realized I’m a muscle sub,” Mike replied.

Coach White laughed. He felt bad, but it was an automatic response. “Sorry, bud I’m not laughing at you. For real.. it’s just… I’m just a dumb suburban high school coach, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Thankfully, Mike laughed along. He gave a smirk as he explained. “I don’t expect you to be into all that, Coach. But in the city, there’s a big scene, I guess you get all kinds of guys. Well, some like dominating bigger muscle men.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. Curious. And while it wasn’t something he’d ever thought of, the idea Mike was into something kinky was itself a turn on in a way.

“Yeah,” Mike answered. “And I like being the muscle guy they use.”

Steve thought about it for a second. “So… do you want me to, you know, use you like they did?” He wasn’t sure if he was into that. He liked Mike Stanton. Liked him a lot. Respected him. And if Steve was honest, he was full on infatuated with his former player.

Mike shook his head. “Not if it’s not you, Coach. You’re vanilla and that’s cool. The sex is pretty amazing, and I don’t wanna fuck things up between us.”

“I’m glad,” Steve said. “You know… I spent years too chicken to do anything. When I divorced, I told myself I was going to give everything a try… within reason.”

Mike took in the implications of what Coach White was saying. “Let’s it feel it out, Coach. It’s something that’s gotta develop on its own, you know?”

Steve didn’t know. He wish he did. This hot muscle hunk had him under a major spell. Hell, he didn’t even know if he and Stanton were boyfriends, and the older man wished he didn’t feel so green. “Yeah, sure,” he answered.

Mike smiled. “Why don’t you sit down?” he said as he started peeling down his shorts. White had quickly learned that Mike generally went commando, and indeed the man had 5’8″ of muscle dude standing in front of him nude and ready. 

Steve nodded and sat down. He had a good idea Mike wanted to blow him, at least as foreplay, so he pushed down his lounge pants and let his boner ride up. The serious conversation had made it go soft some, but it was like his dick knew it was about to get taken care of. It jerked up fully hard in a few jerks. 

Mike hissed as he got down between Steve’s legs and started sucking him. Steve sometimes regretted that Mike wasn’t more romantic. It was all about sucking and fucking. Even their kissing was hard and sexual. But as he watched the 26 year deep throat that coach cock, the man wondered if he even cared about the rest. With every sex act, Mike Stanton rearranged his world in the best way. 

He was going to do it again today. Mike pulled off after about a minute, just enough head to get Coach worked up. With a determined look he stood up and turned around. Mike’s front was great, but that back side was a work of art. Flared lats that somehow still integrated with the rounded bulk of his entire back, a trim waist, and a meaty muscle ass. 

That ass was backing up as Mike squatted down some and reached behind to grip Steve’s spit wet boner. 

“I’m already lubed,” he said and sure enough he lined his butt up to the older man’s hardon, working the tip along the crack just enough to get it to the target. Then Mike Stanton sat on the man’s cock.

Steve watched in excitement as Mike sat all the way down in one go, the snug insides a telltale sign it wasn’t as easy on the kid as Michael made it seem. The big muscle jock just let out a hiss and braced his weight on his thighs, using his core to steady himself further as he worked himself down. Then up. Then down. 

Everything about this was wild to Steve. Mike’s submissiveness, the slick feeling of that ass working his pole, the warmth from the stud’s muscle bod. He didn’t warn Mike this time, he just let himself orgasm in that hole.

“Fuck yes,” Mike cried. “Load me up good, Coach.” His hip motion grew wilder then slowed as he massaged Steve’s bone with his now cum-soaked hole. But he didn’t stop. And Steve didn’t tell him to. Now, the man’s hands were openly on Mike’s nakeness, caressing that muscle, feeling him up. Steve thought of the men he knew around town who’d divorced and now had trophy wives. Maybe he was as shallow as those fuckers, but yeah he got the appeal now. 

“You gonna go for a second time, Coach?” Mike asked, still working his hips, a little faster now.

Steve may have been 39 not 26, but he knew he could. Maybe it would take a longer time to get him off, but he could cum again. “Yeah, Stanton,” he grunted. “But why don’t you ride me the other way. I wanna see your face.”

****

The kid had been right, Steve realized. This was something they had to feel out. But the man was open to hearing about Mike’s doms. All that history, all that time in San Francisco. Stanton was real fucking hesitant to share that at first, but Steve was open minded. Maybe a little jealous: his former player had a LOT of fun in SF, it turns out. There was Mike Stanton’s slut period after college, the figuring himself out period, and the muscle bitch period. It gave Steve a boner to hear Mike’s stories and his fantasies. But mostly he was glad the guy was sharing this part of his life with him. 

White for sure was the only guy in town who knew this side of Mike Stanton.

It was Steve who had a harder time opening up. About his insecurities, about his regrets in life, about being mostly in the closet at work, about how he wasn’t sure that the next step in his life would be. But he told Mike this stuff, over breakfast, or watching a game on the weekend. 

He shared with Mike his fantasies and apologized they were so boring.

“It’s not a contest, Coach,” the younger guy replied.

But just as they were getting closer, their time together got hit by a double whammy. School started back for Steve. Not only did that mean no more morning sex on weekdays, but just being back at work made him nervous about being with a guy, particularly a former player. If people found out – and who was he kidding, they would – Steve White would be out of a job and possibly unemployable. 

He rehearsed what he was gonna say to Mike. Hell, maybe Stanton wouldn’t mind. It was all sex for the kid anyway, Coach guessed. Steve just happened to be the lucky guy to be the regular release of a majorly horny bottom stuck in goddamn suburbia.

But just as he was about to invite Mike over for that heart-to-heart talk, Mike called. 

“Steve,” he said brusquely. Probably the first time Mike hadn’t called him Coach first. “My mom’s in hospice.”

Steve could hear it all in Mike’s voice. The hurt, the fear, and the bravery all at once. It crushed his heart. “Mike… god, so sorry, buddy,” he said. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Nah,” Mike said, exhaling a sigh. “I just wanted to let you know. I can’t see you for a while.”

“God, Mike,” Steve said. “Do what you need to do. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be thinking of you.”

“Thanks, Coach,” he said. “I gotta go now.” 

“Yeah, Mike, take care.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he should go to the funeral, then decided he needed to show his support. He called up a bunch of he guys he knew from Mike’s time on the team, at least the ones he knew were in town. Sometimes he had to call the parents to find a contact. And Mike’s old bud Jason McConnell helped.

Mike was touched and emotional when they showed up at the memorial service. He had his brave face on, but Steve could read it had been a tough week for the kid. Maybe a tough few months, but Stanton hadn’t shared much all summer.

Then it was radio silence for a month and a half. It gave Steve a lot of time to think. Whatever happened with Stanton, he needed to move on. From his marriage, from his life here in Marshfield, from the hetero identity he had as a younger guy. 

“OK if I come over sometime, Coach?” came the text message out of the blue. 

“Of course,” Steve replied. “Name the time.”

“Now?”

“Yes, I’m here Stanton.”

Steve didn’t yet know what the line between infatuation and true love was. Maybe something so one-sided was only the former. But when Mike Stanton showed up, the man just knew he’d missed his former player something awful. He greeted the guy with a bear hug.

“Good to see you buddy… So sorry for you loss, man.”

Mike held on for an extra second or two. He’d missed Coach White a lot, too. His body, his presence, the comforting role in his up-ended life. “It’s all good, Coach,” he said as he pulled back. “It’s been tough, but I’m good.” He looked into Steve’s brown eyes and felt up the man’s body beneath a button down shirt. “We can, you know, talk some, but I really need good, hard fuck first. Think you can help me out, Coach?” He laughed at how ridiculous he must have sounded.

Steve laughed in response and nodded. “I’m pretty sure I can help you out there, Stanton,” he said.

Coach White wasn’t sure he bought into that love languages crap, but as they mated on his king bed, it clicked for him. This fuck… doggy, no foreplay, a little rough… was how Michael Stanton expressed and received love. And because of that, that’s how Steve was expressing it to this special man in his life. Hard grip on those hard hips, eyes glued to Stanton’s muscle cheeks, his hips slowing down so he could concentrate on hard jabs into the muscle bitch’s guts. 

Steve was doubly pleased that Mike came first, spraying an overdue and pent up load onto Steve’s bedsheets. 

They showered together, silently, and went to share a beer in Steve’s living room, in only their underwear. Previously, Steve would have made sure the blinds were closed. Now, he didn’t fucking care. 

“I put the house on the market today,” Mike announced. “It took a while to go through all the stuff, but it was therapeutic, too.”

“You take any time off from work?” Steve asked, concerned.

“Three days,” Mike answered. “But that’s helped too… having a routine.” He took a sip then looked into Steve’s eyes. “Sorry I disappeared on ya, Coach.”

“Come on Stanton, you don’t have to apologize for that.”

Mike gave a silent nod that said “thanks.” 

“So…” Steve asked. “When the house sells, you’re moving back to San Francisco?” He was scared of the answer. He always knew he was on borrowed time with Mike, but in his mind the inevitable was always off in the future. The future was now, though.

“I gotta move to a city, Coach,” Mike said. “Maybe not San Francisco, but I can’t stay in fucking Marshfield.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, sadly. Then he gathered up every bit of courage had. Proposing to his ex wife had been ten times less nerve racking than this. “Would you be upset if I asked to move wherever you go, Mike?” His eyes nervously caught his lover’s, and his heart pounded.

Mike sighed. “I can’t ask that of you, Coach.”

“You’re not asking that of me,” Steve clarified. “I’m asking it of you.” He took a sip to wet his now dry throat and continued. “I’ve had some time to think Stanton. I need a change. I’d be doing this for me, I promise.”

That seemed to appease Mike. “So… would we live together or what?”

“Together. Separate places. I don’t care,” Steve said. He almost added that he loved Mike, but felt it would be selfish to say it so soon after Mike’s mom’s passing. “You can decide.”

“Give me some time to think on it, OK, Coach?”

“Absolutely,” Steve said. 

The two finished their beers and Mike stood up. “It’s late,” he said. “I gotta go.”

Steve nodded and when Mike came back from the bedroom, fully dressed again, he stood up to walk him out. This had been a perfect evening in a lot of ways but now there were more questions raised than answered. “Glad you came over, Stanton.”

“Oh, Coach,” Mike said before leaving. “I think McConnell suspects something about us, about you. I didn’t tell him anything, but I get that feeling.”

Steve patted Mike’s hard delt. “It’s all right, Mike. I’ll have a talk with him. I’m tired of the secrets and the gossip around town.”

***

They found a reasonably sized one bedroom in a decent neighborhood in Chicago. Steve White had a few job interviews lined up. It seemed like social studies teachers were in more demand than baseball coaches, but he could pick up side coaching or reffing gigs that could lead to something else. It was his first time living with another man, and he was nervous and giddy at the same time.

But nothing had prepared him for Mike Stanton’s change in attitude. More relaxed now, happier. The kid really had some issues with his hometown, a hold over from growing up there. Steve felt complicit in that in some small way, but mostly he gave Mike the space to talk about what he felt comfortable talking about and not talk about he didn’t want to. 

The first couple of weeks had been about Steve’s job interviews and Mike catching up in the virtual office. But that third weekend they devoted to going big box shopping to get what they needed for the place. All of Saturday, they spent furnishing and decorating. Nothing fancy, but they both wanted it to feel lived in, the kind of place they could come home to. They were both sweaty and in old beat up clothes when they finally sat at their new table for a beer and some Chinese take out. 

“I love ya, Coach,” Mike said, blurting it out.

“Jesus, Stanton,” Steve said, emotional as fuck. “I love you too. I have from that start,” he added.

“Yeah, I know, Coach,” Mike replied. “Sorry, I was too chicken to tell you before. I know that stuff’s important to you.”

It was touching to hear but raised another question for Steve. “Is it not important for you?”

Mike thought a second. “I mean, it is, but it isn’t. You being in my life is important. But I guess I’m a little fucked up in how I show it.”

Steve nudged Mike’s leg beneath the table. “You show me every goddamn day, Stanton. Don’t think I don’t know that.” 

That made Mike smile. 

“I don’t know your thoughts on this, but I want us to be exclusive,” Mike said. 

Steve felt a little naive. “I hadn’t even thought about that,” he answered. “I’m not looking for another guy, Stanton.”

That made Mike smile. “So that’s a yes?”

“That’s a yes.”

“Cool,” the younger man said. “I like the idea that your dick is the only one that gets inside me.”

Steve flushed hot. “You’re getting me hard, kid.”

Mike smirked. “Good. I like getting you hard.”

A million thought flashed through the coach’s brain. “Stand up.”

Mike’s smirk grew into a bigger smile as he pushed back the chair and did as Steve instructed. 

“Take off your shirt,” Steve ordered. Not in a stern way, but in a kind of friendly, paternal “Coach” tone.

Excitedly, Mike peeled off the T, flexing his muscle for Steve. 

“You gotta a whole lot of muscle, don’t ya, Stanton?” Steve asked, tauntingly.

“Yes, sir, Coach,” Mike relied. Coach knew Mike’s turn ons but the man had never gone this far with them. Verbalizing then like this.

He was going further, still. Steve White’s eyes swept up and down Mike’s ex-jock body as he massaged the boner in his shorts. “It turns you on to get big doesn’t it, kiddo?”

“Fuck, Coach,” Mike hissed. Turned on as fuck. Surprised. 

That made Steve smile. He was on the right track. He leaned back in his chair, enjoying the power play. “You were a hot little stud back then… but you graduated and moved off.. and got fucking JACKED.”

Mike was rock hard in his shorts now. He wished he could return the volley, but when a dom pushed his buttons like this, Mike brain would short circuit. “Yah,” he muttered. 

Steve took on more look and let out a soft, stern, “Lose the shorts, Stanton…. show me just how jacked you got for your coach.”

“Yessir,” Mike muttered as he stripped all the way down, quickly. His dick was hard now, pointing right toward Steve. He asked, “You like my body, Coach?”

“Fucking love it,” Steve growled before looking up into Mike’s soulful eyes. “You could probably get bigger for me though, right?”

“Oh God,” Mike groaned. His dick jerked and leaked and he watched Steve White get a happy smile, pleased he’d found out how to turn Mike on. 

Mike had told Steve a lot, but Steve was also playing it by ear. He didn’t know why he resisted trying this, it was fun as hell seeing this stud responding to Steve’s words and actions. It all just seemed to click now.

“Tell me, Stanton,” Steve urged as he reached forward and touched that hard, thick chest. “Tell me how much you like being my muscle toy.”

This was vanilla Steve meshing with a new dom Steve, and it was driving Mike wild. “I love being your fucking muscle toy, Sir.”

Steve felt up those arms now, which flexed beneath his touch, before looking back up at Mike’s face. “I’m not like those doms you had before, hear?” he said, half warning, half playful jibe.

“No, Sir,” Mike hissed. A deep part of him hoped that Steve would eventually embrace a little bit of what some of his past doms tapped into. But in every other way, this man was ten times hotter for Mike.

“You know why…?” Steve asked, finally standing up so he could run his hands possessively over Mike’s meaty hard rump. He store was fully clothed to Mike’s nakeness and the contrast was driving both men wild. “Cause they weren’t your Coach.”

Their lips crashed. In the past Mike would have thought a kiss like that would break the spell. But this was a different man with a different approach. And it somehow made his sexual submission to Steve that much hotter. 

Steve was too worked up and Mike was too. They didn’t even bother with the bedroom. This would be their fuck in the dining area just off the kitchen. Steve bent Mike over and rooted around the cabinet for some cooking oil. Not too much, just a drizzle would all it would take to lube the way. As he entered Mike he wrapped his fist around the kid’s cock to grease him up too. 

Then it was off to the races. Heavy, fast mating over their new kitchen table, take out cartons brushed to the side as Mike held on to the far end with his left and and jerked with his right as he took it readily. 

“I should have really started you on weights back then,” Steve hissed mid thrust. “So you’d be even bigger now.”

The cum just got pushed out of Mike’s cock in steady sync with Mike’s own spasming, pistoning shaft. He almost blacked out from the intensity of it.

“Goddamn, Stanton,” Steve White said as his hips slowed to a halt, though he wasn’t pulling out. Not yet. “It’s gonna get even hotter between us, isn’t it?”

Mike was catching his breath. He was used to being the one to show Steve White the ropes, but Coach had just shown him the hottest orgasm of his life. His body shook to even think about anything hotter. “Yeah, Coach, it is,” he replied, just as he felt Steve’s warm, sweaty shirt press into his back and the man’s soft lips peck gently at his neck. 

As I pulled up in front of the house at the end of the gravel road, I knew this place would be a special treat. There was several items in the front yard that were obviously junk, including an old car with weeds growing up around it. There was another rough looking car in the gravel driveway that was up on jacks, with the hood raised. We don’t get to pick which service calls we take, or I would have taken a pass on this one. 

The front door was open, and the storm door was glass, so as I approached the house, a rather large man was already heading to greet me. He was at least 6’5”, with a big gut, broad shoulders and chest, with thick arms. A chubby giant of a man. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of mesh basketball shorts. As he walked, the thick head of his cock swung noticeably back and forth beneath the thin mesh fabric. Being very bi-curious, I tend to notice men’s bulges. I fantasize occasionally about what having sex with a man would be like, but have never done anything with a man. I am only 5’6” with a smaller frame, and men with much larger frames seem to intrigue me. The size difference is exciting to me. I’ve never exactly known why.

He opened the door, and I immediately could smell his body odor from a good distance away, a huge turn off for me. He had a dirty mark smeared on his forearm, possibly grease from the car with the hood up. “Come on in, the hvac unit is in a utility closet in the hallway. I ain’t got no basement.” The inside of the house wasn’t any better than the yard. I always wonder what kind of person can live in such filth. He followed me to the door of the closet, and just as I was reaching for the knob, he placed his two giant hands on my shoulders from behind. Leaning in close, he said softly into my ear “You can mess with this later, let’s get acquainted.” I responded immediately with “I’m straight. Look sir, I’m just here to fix your A/C.” I started to pull away. 

He tightened his grip, and leaned his large belly against me, pinning me to the utility closet door. “Nah huh-uh, I saw the way you looked at me. We’re gonna have some fun. Besides, I love you little guys, especially furry ones like you.” His massive hands slid down my arms, feeling the hair on my forearms, until reaching my wrists. You’re gonna be my little fuck-monkey”. He was pushing his thick cock against my ass, and grinding. It was fully erect. I tried to move, but couldn’t. 

Feeling humiliated and scared, I tried to assert myself again. “I’m warning you, you will be in big…” His laughter cut me off. “Get into the bedroom” he demanded. He pulled me off the wall, and directed me towards the doorway. I tried to break free and run, but he pulled my arm up behind my back. A bolt of pain shot into my shoulder. I stopped resisting, and he pushed me into the bedroom. He literally lifted me up, and threw me on the bed. My head hit the wooden headboard hard, and pain exploded in my head. I must have blacked out for a few moments, because the next thing I remember, I was face down on the bed and my pants were at my ankles. He had already removed his shorts, and was standing at the foot of the bed. I could smell his musky cock funk from 4 feet away. 

My head cleared, and fear driven adrenaline kicked in. I pushed myself up, and began to get my knees under me. I had to escape somehow. Besides raping me, I feared he may kill me.  “Oh, you’re awake. You know you’re cute when you are sleeping.” He said in a pleasant voice that ran a chill up my spine, as he pounced on top of me, straddling me. His big legs squeezing mine together, his huge hands pinning my wrists down, making them look thin and child sized. I struggled futilely. 

“Mmmm, oh yeah my little fuck monkey, Daddy loves the feel of your furry little butt squirming under his hard dick.” He lifted his right hand off of my wrist, but I was too spent to do do anything more than lay there. He spit on his fingers, and began shoving them in my ass. As soon as he pulled them out, I clamped down with all my remaining strength. I knew what was coming next. He put all his weight on me, and pushed the wide head of his ripe smelling cock against my virgin sphincter. I fought against the invasion, squeezing closed. When he couldn’t force it in, he took his right hand off of my wrist, and pushed my face deep into the foul smelling pillow beneath me. “You gonna let Daddy have it?” he growled, as he smothered me. I continued to clench my ass closed, until lack of oxygen caused me to start seeing flecks of light float before my eyes. I was starting to faint, and when I did my sphincter relaxed, allowing him in. The sharp pain of his thick cock opening me up brought me back to consciousness. I let out a high pitched moan that I almost didn’t recognize as my own voice. He obviously enjoyed my moans of pain, as he only fucked me more roughly, his big balls slapping against my ass. 

He pumped aggressively into me, sweating and grunting like an animal, while all I could do was moan and whimper like a weak, helpless female. I was humiliated, and emasculated. Still fearing that he may be be some sort of cereal killer, I was too gripped with fear to fully process the fact that this feeling of weakness and helplessness against this beast of a man was, on a yet unexplored level, sexually arousing for me. And possibly why I always notice men who are physically much larger than me. The fact that by their larger size alone, they can do what they want with a small man like me. And that is exactly what this bear of a man was doing right now. He was too lost in passion to pay much attention to the fact that I was no longer struggling in any way. He had destroyed my masculinity by fucking me as he would a woman. I was unable to defend myself against him, and now he owned me. My penis was soft, but the stimulation of his cock rubbing my prostate caused a steady stream of precum to drip from it. 

 From his beast like grunts, I could tell he was about to cum. Suddenly he grabbed my throat and leaned in close, rubbing his beard stubble against my neck, his hot breath in my ear as his hips bucked in long strokes, nearly lifting me with his cock. His chest hair smearing his sweat on my back. He grunted even louder as he came, shooting hot cum deep into me. “Uhhhhh yeah, take my seed, monkey”He grunted into my ear. His cock pulsed and spurted several times. 

After he finished filling me with cum, he left his cock inside me until it shrunk. He finally pulled it out, and slid two fingers inside my stretched out hole. “See monkey, I gave you a pussy. You’re a bitch now…My bitch.”

He was right about one thing, my ass felt loose and open. I could feel his spunk beginning to ooze back out of me. He smacked my ass hard enough to make me moan out loud, and said. “You gotta go, my brother is coming by in a little while to take me to the auto parts store. You be here tomorrow, same time, and fix my AC unit.” He reached over and grabbed something out of a bedside table drawer, and said “You keep Daddy’s seed in you, monkey. Don’t you waste it” Then, I felt cold steel against my wrecked hole. He pushed a thick butt plug into me. I moaned, as it touched my prostate. “Now, pull up your cute little briefs, and jeans. Then, get the fuck out of here.” 

 I felt so many things, mostly relief that I wasn’t going to die. But also humiliation, and arousal. As I walked out the front door, feeling bow legged, he barked after me “Don’t be late tomorrow. You hear me, monkey?”

I didn’t reply. I was feeling so many emotions, that I couldn’t not think straight. Humiliation, fear, embarrassment, and self disappointment. But

also arousal. I didn’t finish the day, I had to have a shower. I could smell his body odor on me. I needed a shower, and some drinks. Amazingly, I had fleeting thoughts of returning tomorrow. I needed to think…

To be continued.

Concordium Chapter 48 – Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 5

Alonzo

Fridays I had two long classes, my Music Practicum from 9:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. and my Physics Lab from 3:00 p.m. to 5:30 p.m. Jason was going to drive me out to the house he was using as an alchemy lab as soon after 11:30 a.m. as we could arrange it. He was going to check on whatever he was concocting there, and on the people who were brewing it, and I was going to start working on dinner. I’d promised to make enchiladas for us tonight. By going there during my break I could get them prepared and in the refrigerator so I could pop them in the oven after Physics Lab.

Jason had picked up a couple of instant pots, some cookware, and some dishes for us to use. The kitchen wasn’t completely stocked but we had all the essentials. He told us that the plan was for us to use the house as a getaway from the dorm from time to time. So long as we didn’t spend weeknights there, we wouldn’t break the rule that required freshmen to live in the dorm.

All four of us had classes at 9:00 a.m. so we had a little time for breakfast before going. We went to the dining hall in the dorm because they had an omelet station on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. We all had omelets, although Erik had one and three quarters because he ate half of Kieran’s and a quarter of mine in addition to his own. Jason and Kieran had mushroom, green onion, and tomatoes. I had bell peppers, jalapenos, onions, and salsa. (Still no green chilis, but at least they had jalapenos.) Erik had sausage, mushrooms, and onions. He also ate two side orders of bacon. Erik and I had coffee, while Jason brought his own tea bags for him and Kieran (the kind you fill yourself from loose leaf tea) and used the hot water from the dining room.

After breakfast, we went our separate ways. I didn’t want to be late for practicum because I was anxious to make a good impression. I’d worn a pair of tight jeans and a purple and gold western style shirt with pearl buttons that I wore open in the front to show off my plain teal tee shirt. I wanted everyone to see the gold necklace Erik had bought for me. I also wore my cowboy hat.

It looked like everyone else in the band had the same idea. They were there even earlier than I was. There was a makeshift paper banner that said Dreaming Dragons hanging over the stage. Mariah Tovey, the keyboardist and second lead vocalist, came running over to me and threw her arm around my shoulder. “I’m so happy to see you Alonzo,” she said with a broad smile that let me know she was telling the truth.

I really liked Mariah. She was Billy’s girlfriend and she teased me a lot about being young (she acted like I was a lot younger than I was), but she was always smiling when she did it. Billy McAndrews was the lead guitarist and the leader of the band. He wrapped his arm around me, squeezed me tight and kissed my temple. He liked to hug me and kiss me, more like I was a younger brother than anything sexual. George Marley was the drummer. He had the least to say to me, but what he did say was complementary. He often gave me encouragement over my perfect pitch and excellent timing. Jill Black was the other member of the band. She played bass guitar and sometimes did backup vocals along with Billy.

Billy had somehow gotten us on the list for the big performance at the mall during Family Weekend, which was great. But it was also just a couple of weeks away. The band had decided to play only songs they knew already. We would get the opportunity to do five. I already knew the lyrics to three of the ones they’d chosen, including Bailando. I was about to jump for joy because Enrique Iglesias was one of my favorite musicians. I’d have to learn the other two as soon as possible. Sometimes I’d forget everyday things, but I had never forgotten a lyric.

There were a few fumbles, but none of them were mine. I’d messed up six notes during our practice, so I decided to admit to it before the whole group. They were all looking at me like I was from another planet. Finally, Mariah smiled and said, “I caught three of the six you mentioned, but they were so minor I wasn’t going to bring it up. You are too sweet and innocent for this business, Alonzo.”

“The only mistake you made I noticed was that you stood in front of me the whole time,” George said with a scowl.

“I’m sorry, George. I didn’t mean to block you. I’m not very good at either standing still or standing where I’m supposed to,” I admitted with a sigh.

George came over to me, picked me up in a bear hug and said, “Don’t worry none about that, boy. I’m not much to look at. Bands always put the pretty out front and keep the talent in the back. But watching you stand in front of me the whole show is distracting as hell because I can’t help but see the way you move that little ass of yours.”

He grinned at me then winked as he put me down. “I’m just kidding, kid. Not about your butt being a distraction. That part’s true. But that’s a me problem, not a you problem. Keep up the good work.”

Everyone agreed that we were on track, but we had to work hard to get ready for the upcoming concert on the mall. Mariah hugged me and kissed my forehead when I was getting packed up and said, “You sing like an angel, Alonzo, and your range is amazing.”

Jill came up and joined the hug. It had been this way all through high school. Lots of girls treat gay boys like me as if we were pets or mascots. I had to admit that I liked it. I’d also liked it when George had picked me up and hugged me, but that one had been sexually arousing as well. Back in high school I never would have looked twice at a bearded guy with a twenty-something dad bod, but I thought my tastes were maturing a little.

I helped the band pack up their instruments quickly and then danced off to the dorms to find Jason. While crossing the quad, I bumped into a heavyset guy in basketball shorts and an oversized tee shirt while I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t hit him hard, but he shoved me back so hard I went tripping over a bench and sprawled on the grass, landing face first.

“Watch what you’re doing, faggot!” he yelled.

I was picking myself up from the ground when I heard Jason and Kieran shout my name from some distance away. I jumped on the guy who’d punched me and started hitting him with my fists because I was not about to take this shit lying down. I wasn’t a fighter by any means, but I didn’t think he expected me to fight back at all. He stepped back at first, then he held me at arm’s length, swung his fist and hit me in the face. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground and Kieran was holding my head.

“Are you okay, Alonzo?” he asked with a worried tone in his voice.

“I heard Jason’s voice before I saw him. He was saying, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? That boy is half your size!”

I looked over and saw Jason with his hands raised in a fighting stance. The guy who’d shoved me had a split lip. He was trying to grab Jason, who deftly moved aside and gave him a desultory slap along the back of his head, like he wasn’t worth the effort of punching him out.

Kieran sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we watched the fight. I should have been watching where I was going. I shouldn’t have been so caught up in dance steps that I didn’t see the guy, but he shouldn’t have shoved me either. A foot to one side and I would have hit my head on the stone bench instead of the grass.

“The faggot ran right into me,” the guy yelled. “He should look where he’s going.”

Jason slapped him hard in the face four times. “He’s. Half. Your. Size.”

The guy made another lunge at Jason, who sidestepped him again, grabbed his arm, and redirected him onto the grass. I didn’t hear what Jason said when he knelt next to the guy and whispered into his ear, but the guy crawled over and knelt on the ground next to me and mumbled an apology.

“Now get out of here before this little guy’s boyfriend sees us because he isn’t nice like me,” Jason ordered. The guy stumbled to his feet, grabbed his backpack, and walked off as fast as he could.

Jason examined my face and said, “I can fix you up once we get back to the dorms, Alonzo. Nothing broken or displaced, so we don’t need to bother Marvin.”

Jason picked me up, like he often does to Kieran, and carried me across the mall towards Baylor Hall. Kieran had his arms wrapped around Jason’s waist and my legs, which I’m sure didn’t make carrying me any easier. When we got to the dorm, Kieran let go, ran up to open the door and then walked ahead of us telling people to get out of the way. It was the most forceful I’d ever seen him. I was touched.

Jason put me gently onto the bed and Kieran snuggled up next to me, holding me tight and comforting me with both his physical presence and his empathy. I could feel him through the bond that had been slowly growing stronger between us every time we hugged and kissed. I could feel his love for me and I knew that he could feel my love for him. It was like my feelings were reflected and amplified by his own. I only really felt it when we were in close proximity, but Kieran sometimes came to my room and gave me a hug when I was feeling frustrated or annoyed. I suspected he could feel it over greater distances.

Jason pulled a chair up next to me and dipped his fingers in a jar of rose-colored unguent that smelled faintly of honey and thyme. He carefully spread it on the wound to my mouth and I could feel it tingling as it was absorbed into my skin. “This will heal your lip instantly, carino.”

I didn’t know if Jason spoke Spanish or just knew a few words, but he’d called me dear. It wasn’t really a romantic word; it was the same thing my aunt called me. It warmed my heart a little. He was very sweet with me and I appreciated it.

Once the unguent had been completely absorbed into my skin, he mixed up some tea and held it out for me. “This will heal all your bruises and leave your skin pretty as new.”

“Thank you, sir.” For some reason I felt compelled to call Jason sir. He was just so authoritative.

Kieran kept holding on to me until Jason sat on my other side and pulled me into his lap. By then all the pain had receded. Jason said, “He shouldn’t have pushed you, little guy, and I’ve already punished him for it. But you need to watch where you’re going. He overreacted, but you caused the incident. I’m going to tell Erik and he is going to have to punish you. I don’t want you to give him a hard time over it. Take what’s coming to you like a good boy.”

With Erik, I always pushed back and teased him, but Jason made me feel like a naughty little boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He’d never chastised me before and all I could do was say, “Yes, sir.”

Jason kissed my temple and then put me down. He told me to get anything I needed because we had to go. So I grabbed the box my tia had sent me while he was giving instructions to Kieran. “You can leave your clothes on for your two study sessions today, Sweet Prince. And I’ll see you later.”

He didn’t give Kieran a kiss on the temple. He gave him a very passionate kiss on the mouth that made his boy melt in arms. A momentary pang of jealousy washed over me and I immediately felt guilty. I didn’t really want Jason to kiss me like that, did I? That would be a betrayal of both Kieran and Jason.

I gave Kieran a smile. I knew that Sally Minh was coming over to help him with his algebra and then he was going to Darren’s room to work on his paper. That meant it was just Jason and me this afternoon. I’d never spent any time alone with him before, but now I was looking forward to it. He walked me out to his SUV and opened the door. I didn’t even resist him when he put his hand on my back and helped me into my seat, or when he belted me in.

This guy was unbelievable. He was turning me into a submissive boy child, and for some reason I had no desire to fight back. When he pulled into the drive at the house, I sat there submissively and waited for him to open the door and help me out. He put his arm around me and led me into the house. The place was really nice. The living room was set up as a lounge with comfortable chairs and couches arranged to facilitate a lot of people holding conversations.

Gwendolyn and Seth Gray were sitting in the room when we came in. They were twins and both were juniors. The Grays belonged to one of the fifty families. They were scattered across the country, but Gwendolyn and Seth were from Santa Fe, New Mexico. They both had long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both were tall and slender, but not overly thin.

I’d been asking around about other mages, so I’d heard about them, but Jason introduced us formally. He’d been two years behind them at the Academy. They said they were pleased to meet another mage from the southwest and promised we’d talk later.

They wanted to talk to Jason about the alchemy lab in the basement, but he told them to wait while he showed me the kitchen and got me started. I had to work quickly because I had a class at 3:00 p.m. I set the chicken breasts to braise in some chicken broth, chopped onions and the green chilis my tia had sent me. They were from Hatch, and she’d smoked them herself before shipping them on dry ice. She’d also sent me fresh Mexican oregano, garlic, and cumin from her garden. So, I added those to the braise in the precise amounts she’d given in the recipe she’d sent me. She’d already adjusted the recipe for chicken breasts, since she usually used the more flavorful thighs.

While that was cooking, I made the enchilada sauce with fresh ancho chili powder, tomato paste, flour, and chicken broth. I’d helped my tia make enchilada sauce before. I included the dash of cinnamon she’d marked as optional, because she’d always used it and her sauce was so good. Tia sent me good Mexican cheeses, queso quesadilla and anejo enchilado for the filling, and queso blanco and cotija for the top. I put the spice blend together for the rice, but I’d decided to use canned refried beans. I barely had time to shred the chicken, fill the enchiladas and put them all together before I had to go. I covered the dish in foil and put it in the refrigerator.

Because Jason was already gone, I invited the twins to have dinner with us in exchange for Gwendolyn translocating me to college. She’d already been asked to do it by Jason, but she accepted the invitation anyway. I hadn’t been aware that there was a hidden arcane circle in Severan House, but there was. It was in the basement behind a secret panel. Gwendolyn told me that, apparently, the college was originally founded by mages and Severan House had belonged to the founder. I wondered if there were any of the Severans left.

 

Jason

Kieran had awakened me in the middle of the night, whimpering and crying. I was afraid to disturb him, so I held him tight against me and crooned soothing words in his ear. I’d stopped giving him the elixir of dreamless sleep because it was interfering with the development of his astral body, and this was the result. I knew that he was caught in another nightmare where he was tormented by Kyle Mason. I didn’t know what to do to help him. When he began whining, “No! Leave me alone. I don’t want you. I only want Jason,” my eyes grew tearful.

Eventually he calmed down and slept fitfully, but quieter than before. I too fell back asleep but didn’t rest well.

 

Kieran

I woke up feeling exhausted. In my dream, I’d found myself in that bathroom again. He came in. This time I heard him, and I tried to run, but he grabbed me with his big hands. I screamed and fought, but he overpowered me and wrestled me to the floor. He fell on top of me and slapped my face until I saw stars. He ripped my clothes off me and left me naked and shivering on the tile floor. I was screaming, but he didn’t care. He ripped the plug out of my butt with a savage yank and thrust his big cock inside me.

Suddenly he was grabbed from behind and thrown off me. He slammed into the sinks, and I rolled into a ball and cried.

Then I was alone in the hallway of the dorm. I was wearing my short robe with the dinosaurs on it. I could hear someone behind me breathing heavily. I couldn’t turn around because I was too afraid to face my pursuer. I started to run. I pounded on doors, but no one answered. Then he pounced on me from behind. He tore my robe off and pushed me onto the floor. With a snarl, he fell on my back and knocked the air out of my lungs. He grabbed the plug in my butt and ripped it out. As he thrust inside me, I yelled, “No! Leave me alone. I don’t want you. I only want Jason.”

There were more scenes, in more places on campus. I was attacked in all my safe spaces, including my room and the art studio. In each place, he violated me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks when I awoke, but I was held in Jason’s strong arms and that made me feel safe.

“I’m sorry, Little Prince,” he said. “I don’t know how I can help you, but I will figure it out.”

We lay there until it was time to get up, our bodies pressed tight, Jason’s arms surrounding me. We didn’t have sex, but eventually we got up and went to the shower before Jason prepared our tea and medicinals. I was determined not to let my bad dreams get the better of me, so I put on a happy face and joined the others.

Despite everything, Fridays were a fun day for me. The only class I had was my art studio and that was my favorite. All four of us went to breakfast in the dining hall before class. Jason ordered me an omelet with mushrooms, green onions, and tomatoes. I gave half of it to Erik because Jason wanted me to eat some whole grain toast with avocado as well.

After breakfast, Jason walked me to the art studio and left me in the capable hands of Sally Minh. She showed me pictures she’d drawn of guys she’d seen around campus she thought were hot. I noticed one common thread in all these guys she liked.

“Sally?” I asked. “Are all these guys gay?”

She laughed and gave me a hug. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend, Kieran. Stan here (she pointed to a sexy blond with a goatee) and Kiet (she pointed to a really cute Asian guy) both like to kiss, and they don’t mind kissing girls, although Stan says that he has to close his eyes and pretend I’m a boy..”

I must have looked surprised, because Sally laughed and then said, “Can I kiss you and show you, Kieran? Or would Jason object?”

I didn’t know if Jason would object or not. He let me kiss Alonzo. Would kissing a girl be the same thing? I felt naughty, and that was a little exciting. It’s not like I hadn’t kissed girls before in high school. She was looking at me expectantly, so I nodded my head and said, “I don’t think he’d mind.”

Sally leaned in and kissed my lips. It was like kissing Alonzo, except his lips were fuller and softer. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me close. We kissed for a minute or so. She didn’t use any tongue and because Jason had taught me to be passive in a kiss and to accept his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t use any either.

“Your lips are nice, Kieran, really soft,” she said. “I like kissing gay boys because I like kissing and I’m not looking for anything more and neither are they.”

“It was nice kissing you too,” I replied. “It was like kissing my best friend Alonzo.”

“Do you two kiss a lot?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

I nodded and replied, “We do. Our men like to watch us. Erik says it’s like when two straight guys watch lesbian’s kiss.”

Her laugh turned to an evil chuckle at that thought and I was sure she was going to try and draw something like that and show me later. I loved Sally. I’d never had a female friend before, and I really liked it. She and I worked together in the studio again. Professor Gordan walked around the room and assessed our pictures from last week. We were working on another set piece, this time involving a trio of monkey figurines playing musical instruments. Once he’d made notes in his iPad on every picture, he had us put them in numbered frames so we could display them in the hallway outside the studio. He invited us all to make comments on each of them before next Friday.

Then we spent the rest of the period sketching out the monkeys. I decided to include some people who were caught in the middle of transforming into monkeys. It was a pretty dark theme. The people didn’t seem to be enjoying their shapeshifting. There was a shadowy image in the background, lurking in the darkness and radiating menace. I didn’t realize at the time that the figure resembled him. Not how he was now, clean shaven and well-groomed, but the shaggy and slovenly look from the beginning of the year.

Sally looked over and put her hand on my shoulder. “That’s dark, Kieran. Who’s the man in the shadows?” she asked.

“It’s him,” I whispered. “He’s been in my dreams this week.”

“He looks sad to me,” she said.

I looked at the picture. He had a look of threatening menace, but she was right. He did look sad. It didn’t make me fear him less, but now I also felt sorry for him. What was my brain trying to tell me?

I didn’t want to think about it right then, so I looked over at Sally’s sketch. She’d included the monkey figurines but had surrounded them with dancing animal boys and girls in her clean manga inspired style. It was like a furry dance party. The funny thing was that I could recognize some of the figures. I was the bunny boy dancing with a dragon guy, who had to be Jason. Alonzo was there too, with fox ears and a tail. Most of the guys from her sketchbook were there. She was one of only a handful of girls in the picture.

“That’s great!” I exclaimed. “You made me a bunny.”

“You are a cute little bunny, Kieran, and your friend Alonzo is a little fox,” she said.

“You’re the cat girl singing with the band,” I pointed out. “I didn’t know that you could sing.”

“I can’t, thank you very much for reminding me,” she laughed. “That’s why art is fantasy!”

We kept working and watching and glancing over at each other’s sketches. I loved working with Sally. She made me feel comfortable, safe, and loved. And I really did love her art. My own sketch was different from my normal style. I was pushing my boundaries on this one and I was more than a little bit uncomfortable because of it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Damn that’s good, Kieran. You’re very talented.”

It was David Campos. He had a friendly smile on his face, but it made me nervous. I didn’t know what to do. Jason and Sally had both told me to stay away from him, but he seemed earnest and kind. “Thank you, sir,” I said.

David inhaled sharply and said, “You are a polite little thing; and you smell nice, too. Don’t worry. I won’t touch, but… damn!”

He seemed earnest and his tone was lighthearted, but he was making me uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do so I smiled at him. When he turned away and went back to his seat, Sally punched my arms and said, “Stop smiling at him when he comes over here. He’s not supposed to talk to you.”

I had to talk her down from texting Jason right then and there and letting him know about David. I didn’t want Jason to hurt him; I just wanted him to leave me alone. The two of us continued to chat while we finished the preliminary work on our sketches.

As soon as the doors opened and other students began leaving the studio, Jason worked his way through the crowd to join me and Sally. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me tight while he kissed my neck.

“Has my boy been behaving himself?” Jason asked Sally.

“He’s been good,” she replied, “but David Campos was literally sniffing around him during class.”

Jason turned me around and looked into my eyes. “Did he scare you, Little Prince?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No, Sir, he just made me feel a little bit uncomfortable.”

“Pack up your stuff,” he said, with a determined look on his face. “I’ve got to get you back to the room so I can take Alonzo to the A House. You have some study sessions before dinner.”

We parted ways with Sally because she needed to stop off at her own dorm room before coming over. On the way back across campus, we saw a heavyset guy pushing Alonzo. We both ran as fast as we could. I ran over to Alonzo to check and see if he was okay, while Jason ran up on the guy who’d pushed him. I was too busy worrying about Alonzo’s wounds, especially the bump on his forehead, to care about whatever Jason was doing to the other guy.

Afterwards, Jason and I helped Alonzo back to our room. I was really worried about him. He had a split lip and some bad bruising. Jason picked him up to carry him back to the room and I held on to give him comfort as we walked. I was happy to see Jason be so gentle with Alonzo, but I was a little jealous, too. I hadn’t had to share him with anyone since we’d been together, except for that one kiss between him and Erik. I felt guilty about it. Alonzo was my friend and so was Erik. It made sense for Jason to take care of Alonzo when Erik was away.

While Jason was tending to Alonzo, I held onto my best friend as tight as I could trying to make him feel better. He relaxed in my embrace and I could feel our minds mirroring that physical connection. I let him feel my love as best I could with my limited experience. The two of us had been growing closer every time we kissed or hugged. It was like we were building an empathic bond completely different, and yet in some ways deeper and more open, than I had with Jason. My zhangfu was so hard to read!

When the two of them left together, I felt sadness and an unworthy jolt of jealousy. I set that aside. I was actually happy that Jason was being so sweet to Alonzo. I wanted him to love Alonzo as much as I did. I was just upset because I couldn’t go with them, despite not having a class. I had two study sessions this afternoon.

My first session was with Sally. She came to my room to help me with my algebra and to look at my art in the sketchbooks I never took to class. Jason had told me to keep my clothes on while she was there, so I was still dressed. We didn’t really get a lot of work done, and she insisted I join her for lunch at the Student Union. I decided to be a good boy and eat a healthy meal. I had a small salad with cashews, gouda cheese, and dried cherries.

Sally kept pointing out hot guys in the food court and we chatted about them. The funny thing was that I didn’t usually notice how good looking other guys were, but I could definitely see it when Sally pointed it out. I guess I just had eyes for Jason. And Erik, of course. He was the only other guy who made me hard just by talking to me. Even Alonzo had to touch me or kiss me, but Erik was handsome and he smelled so sexy.

At one point the subject of sex came up. Sally said, “So, Kieran, I am going to go out on a limb and assume that you’re a bottom.”

I laughed and turned red. Then I answered quietly, “Oh yeah. I was a virgin when I met Jason, but… um… yeah… I am exclusively a bottom. But I don’t mind. I don’t think of myself as the kind of guy who tops. I’m Jason’s boy and bottoming is… well, it’s what I do in our relationship. It’s what I want to do.”

She put a hand on my arm. “And you enjoy that? Just bottoming, I mean.”

I nodded and sighed. “You have no idea, Sally. When Jason makes love to me, it’s the best thing in the world. It’s almost like my penis doesn’t matter. My whole world seems to be concentrated in my ass. My orgasms start there and they spread through my whole body. My dick is just part of it. I can feel it in my butt, my stomach, my chest, and even in my fingers and toes.”

She asked, “Is it okay if I keep asking you some questions, just to satisfy my own curiosity? I’d ask Stan, but he’s cagey and sarcastic. And Google just seems too impersonal. I want information from someone I can trust, someone with firsthand experience who won’t try to turn it into a joke.”

I nodded and took another sip of my iced tea. “Go ahead. I’m not an expert. I’ve only been with one guy in my life.”

She asked bluntly, “Do you eat salad all the time because you want to keep things clean down there?”

I almost choked on my tea. “Wow! You went straight to the heart of the matter! I eat salad because Jason wants me to eat healthy food. I don’t need to worry about keeping clean because Jason gives me this special tea that makes sure that I am. But I did read that a high fiber diet helps. And anal douching.” I whispered that last phrase.

Just as we finished our lunch, the blond guy I’d seen earlier in Sally’s art came over to our table. Now that I was paying attention, I could tell that he was a handsome man with short, almost spiky hair and bright blue eyes. “Do you mind if I join you for a moment?”

Sally gave me a look that said she was deferring the decision to me. I nodded and gestured toward the empty chair. “Go ahead.”

He gave me an appraising look, but I felt no danger from him at all. A little lust, but no threat. “Well, hello, cutie. My name is Stanley Nowak, or just Stan. And I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

He held out his hand and I shook it. “I’m Kieran Morgan. Pleased to meet you, too.”

Stan shook his hand out with exaggerated motions. “You’re very strong for a… um… will it insult you if I call you a short guy?”

I shook my head and smiled. I was blushing and normally I was uncomfortable talking to people I didn’t know, but he was giving off nothing but friendly vibes. Sally, however, was always looking out for me. She jumped in and said, “Don’t let his size fool you. Kieran is quite a jock. You should see him diving. He’s all muscle.”

Stan gave me a mock leer. “Oooh, I can see that in his biceps. Let me see them, you tiny little swim stud.”

I flexed my muscles in an exaggerated manner and made what I hoped was a funny macho face. Stan wasted no time in feeling my biceps. “Mm-mm-mm. You’ll have to let me know next time you’re diving so that I can come watch you.”

I gave him a look of exaggerated severity. “My boyfriend doesn’t mind other guys looking, but no one touches without his permission.”

Of course the only one Jason ever let touch me in a sexual way was Alonzo. He loved watching the two of us touch as much as we loved touching each other. But I couldn’t help playing along with Stan’s teasing. We chatted about inconsequential things until he came to the point that had brought him here. “That new club is opening this evening and I was thinking that you should come, and we can go dancing!”

He was looking at Sally, but he kept eyeing me. Finally he turned to me and added, “Both of you should come.”

I smiled and replied, “It sounds… interesting. But my boyfriend has already made plans at a house he owns in town.”

Sally looked at Stan and shook her head. “Kieran’s boyfriend is bigger than you, and he’s extremely overprotective. I suggest you stop thinking what you’re thinking right now.”

Stan sighed, “Oh well, a boy can dream.”

I glanced at my phone to check the time. “I’ve got to get back to my room and get some more work done, so I’ll see you later.”

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Sally asked.

I gave her a determined look and shook my head. “No matter what Jason thinks, I can walk a few yards back to my dorm without an escort. I’ll see you later.”

I left and walked back to the dorm by myself. I felt nervous, but also excited. I knew I was breaking Jason’s rules. I wasn’t supposed to go anywhere without him or one of my babysitters. I was proud of myself that I didn’t need anyone. I was almost back to the dorm when I ran into Simon Carter. I didn’t know him, but I knew who he was. He was a very handsome black guy. I thought he was tall, but I remembered that he used to be shorter than me before I’d taken the Biantai elixir.

“Kieran,” he said, walking up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been meaning to come talk to you. Do you think you can stop by my room for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied. I’d heard that he was a player, but never that he’d forced himself on anyone, so what did I have to lose? I knew that he was rooming with Drew, the werewolf pack leader, and I trusted him as well.

Once we were inside his room he motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs. He seemed distracted and nervous. He sat in another chair and pulled it closer to me. He took several deep breaths and let them out. Finally, he spoke.

“I want to ask you something big, something you may be reluctant to do. Hell, I’m reluctant even to ask, and Jason may kill me for even suggesting it,” he said.

I just looked at him. I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, like there was a dark cloud hanging over me. I didn’t even want to listen. The way he was beating around the bush, there could be only one thing he wanted. I started shaking my head almost imperceptibly.

“Please, Kieran, just talk with him. I’ll be here and I can control him if I must, but I won’t have to,” he said.

“Why?” I cried. “Why do you want me to talk to him?”

Simon stood up and wrapped his arms around me. He said, “You two need to talk. You’re in his nightmares and he doesn’t know how to get you out.”

“His nightmares!” I yelled. I was on the verge of hyperventilation. “He’s the one raping me! He does it repeatedly! I can’t get away from him!”

“Raping you is his nightmare,” Simon said. “It’s been his nightmare for two weeks, but now you’re in it somehow and that’s making it real for him and for you.”

He hugged me tighter and stroked my hair. “Will you please talk to him? He can’t hurt you.”

“Okay,” I whispered. I didn’t want to see him, but I did want to know why he was stalking me in my dreams. “I’ll do it, but it’s not going to be easy for me.”

For some reason, Simon had a deep need for me to talk with his… friend? I could feel his need radiating out like an overwhelming force, almost bowling me over. He also seemed to be telling the truth that he could help me by keeping him from hurting me. And Simon’s feelings for him were hard to read. They were powerful and complex.

Someone knocked on the door and Simon said, “Stay seated. I’ll get that. Don’t move.”

When Simon opened the door, he came in. He looked… good. It was so different from a few weeks ago. He was clean shaven, and I could see his strong jaw with the cleft in it. And he was tall, taller than Jason, but shorter than Erik. He still had a little bit of a gut around his middle, but I could see the powerful muscles in his arms and legs because his shorts were so short, and his tee shirt had no sleeves. When he moved, I could see that he was still a little too soft in the abdomen. Shaved and sporting a nice modern haircut, I could see that he was a very handsome guy.

None of that stopped me from getting a little light-headed and breaking out in a cold sweat when he came into the room. I wanted to hide, to withdraw inside myself, but I had to know if he was dangerous. I opened my mind, just like Rakesh had been teaching me, and I was overwhelmed. This big, handsome jock guy was afraid, and guilty and so incredibly sad that I had to raise my barriers a little.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Simon.” I thought it was me speaking aloud the thoughts that were in my mind, but it was him.

“Come here, Kyle. Come sit on this bed so you two can talk,” Simon said, leading the bigger guy over to sit down.

We sat in silence for a while, until Simon said, “Silence is golden, but you two aren’t going to solve anything if you don’t talk. Kyle, start by telling Simon what you’ve been wanting to say.”

He looked at me. His skin was a little darker than mine, but right then it looked paler. He started to say something, then stopped, then started again, then stopped. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry, Kieran. I… I didn’t… I wasn’t… Fuck it! I’m not going to make any excuses. I was a horrible piece of shit. I never should have put my hands on you, and…”

None of his words had any effect on me. I was still hating him, and I was raising my barriers to keep him out. I managed to keep hating him all the way up to the point when his eyes welled up with tears and he started to quietly sob. Simon had to kneel on the bed to put his arm around him.

“I don’t deserve it, Kieran. All I deserve is your hatred, but maybe one day you’ll be able to forgive me. I’m not that person anymore. That person was full of hate and I’m not like that anymore. I promise. I’m… I accept who I am now. I’m gay and… I couldn’t accept it before. I hated myself and it made me hate others who didn’t hate themselves like I did. I…”

He seemed to be unable to stop his mouth from talking. I interrupted him and said, “I don’t know if I can forgive you right now, but I’m not curling up into a ball of anxiety and that’s a good sign. I need to… I need to know more, but I don’t trust your words. Can I…?”

I let my barriers down a little and reached toward his mind. He recoiled for a moment then forced himself to relax. The surface of his mind was so full of shame and self-hatred that I couldn’t read anything else. The feelings were so intense that I could feel them eroding his control. I wasn’t an expert, but I thought he might be on the verge of trying to hurt himself.

I took a deep breath and stood up. “I can’t see what I need to see, unless I can touch you,” I said.

He stretched out his hand, but I shook my head. “No! I can’t have you touch me right now. It must be me touching you and your hands have to be away from me,” I said.

He put his hands behind his back and stretched out his foot. It was almost sweet the way he was trying not to startle me, how he was trying to accommodate my needs. But I was a beginner at this, and I needed to touch his ajna chakra. I moved onto the bed and knelt near him so I could touch his forehead.

“If he touches me, Simon, I’ll have a panic attack. I’m counting on you,” I explained.

Then I opened my mind and touched him lightly on the forehead. I could feel the energy flowing through me. I let my other hand lightly touch his vishuddha chakra on the throat. My own vishuddha chakra became energized and I felt my ajna chakra open like a third eye. Now I saw him as a pattern of energy, and I let my mind enter his.

I needed to get past the surface thoughts and get to the truth. He resisted, but I needed to know, and I forced myself past his feeble barriers and entered his subconscious thoughts. And that’s when I saw everything. I recoiled in horror at the memories of all the attacks he’d made on gay guys and even on the girls who didn’t excite him – and none of them had excited him because he was gay. In an instant I relived all his attacks including the one against me. These memories were close to the surface because they were preying on his conscience. I wanted to leave and tell him to go to hell, but I couldn’t. He was feeling such powerful shame and guilt. He wasn’t sure he could live with it. He had thoughts of suicide, but he couldn’t express them. Something was acting as a limiter on his will. I could almost feel it. And I thought that I could remove it if I could get my metaphysical hands on it, but it kept slipping out of my grasp.

But there was something else, something hidden beneath those memories. I had to see it. I had to know what he was hiding from me. He resisted with all his might, but I was driven by a need to know the truth. He erected a powerful barrier, much more powerful than he should be able to muster. I lashed at it with my mind, wearing it away. And then, when he was distracted fighting off these surface attacks, I thrust forward with a lance of mental energy and shattered the barrier.

What I saw made me want to throw up. I saw Kyle. Kyle alternated between the form of a child and an adult. There were other men. From Kyle’s memories I knew that they were Kyle’s brothers and father. The things they said to Kyle. The things they made Kyle do. They forced Kyle into acts of cruelty, both physical and verbal. They warped and shaped Kyle into their own depraved images. And I saw the image of Kyle’s oldest brother, and I saw what he did to Kyle when Kyle was just a child, and then what he did to Kyle in high school. I saw how he’d attacked Kyle in the hotel room, beat Kyle, raped Kyle and may even have tried to kill Kyle.

And then everything went dark. I could hear loud sobbing. I felt around in the pitch blackness, and I felt a door with a locked handle. My mind was powerful enough to shatter that door. I focused my will and concentrated on the fact that I was going to get past the barrier. The door burst open. Inside, Kyle lay curled into a ball. He was shaking and weak. He was small like a child. Even I towered over him. I wrapped my arms around him and comforted him.

I could hear the voices of the brother and father calling him out and urging him to join their fun. I didn’t know what they were doing, and I didn’t care. I whispered into Kyle’s ear, “You’re not little and you’re not weak. You can send them away.”

Kyle’s dream image stood up and seemed to grow to his full seventy-four inches. Then he was holding me. I helped him force the dream images of his father and his brother into small rooms and lock them in. There was a third figure. It was the most frightening of the three, but it stood still and watched, a shadowy figure that radiated dark malevolence. A door opened, and the figure started toward it, but Kyle’s dream image reached out and stopped it. He reached up and pulled the mask from the creature’s face.

Behind the mask stood the third brother’s image. And that image came in to join our embrace. He was only a few inches taller than me. It was like the mask he’d been wearing had completely obscured who he was inside. He was only a little taller than me. He wasn’t quite as thin, but he wasn’t muscular like Kyle.

“You did it, Kyle,” I said. “You got rid of them.”

He shook his head and replied, “They’ll come back. They always come back.”

I patted his arm and said, “But now you know how to get rid of them, and you know that you can do it.”

And suddenly I was kneeling on the bed, touching Kyle’s forehead and throat. He looked at me with an expression of awe. He swallowed hard and then grabbed me and pulled me in for a tight hug. Simon tried to stop him, but he wasn’t strong enough. He was shouting, “Kyle, stop! Simon says…”

I didn’t want him to finish that phrase. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t. I reached out and touched his mind. I brushed aside the image of a snarling wolf pup and touched his vishuddha chakra with my thoughts. His voice froze and he couldn’t speak.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You’ll be able to talk in a minute or so, but… I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

It would have seemed too fast for anyone but a mind mage to understand, but in a moment of instant rapport I had seen everything Kyle had been hiding, right down to the core of his being. His words may never have convinced me, but I’d seen beneath his words, beneath his surface thoughts to the deeper levels of his consciousness. I knew that I didn’t need to fear him, and I knew that the dreams we’d been sharing were gone. They wouldn’t torment either of us again.

“I’m sorry for forcing myself inside your hidden thoughts, Kyle,” I said in apology. “I was caught up in the moment and couldn’t bring myself to stop.”

“It’s okay, Kieran,” he said. “We shared something deep there. I’ve never felt like that before. It was like our minds were one for a moment. And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.”

I could tell that he was right. His mental barriers were slowly beginning to reform. He shouldn’t even have mental barriers. Something was different with Kyle. When I forced myself inside his mind, I somehow awakened something inside him. He was so lonely that it hurt me to feel it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. I could feel that he was overwhelmed by fear of what Jason would do to him, but that gave way to a feeling of peace. It didn’t last. I could feel his loneliness coming back almost as soon as I withdrew.

“There’s an external force restraining your mind and your energy body,” I said. “I’d almost been able to touch it, and I know that I could remove it if I could just grasp it.”

“Don’t!” Kyle exclaimed. “I don’t know what he’d do then. I can’t risk it.”

He was terrified. I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to pry further than I already had today and… well, I was completely overwhelmed by everything I’d just seen and experienced. The strange parallels between his life and mine and the different steps we’d taken had left both of us with serious trauma. I saw him in a completely different light now.

Kyle kissed my forehead and then drew back in alarm, unhanding me. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Given my record, I shouldn’t even be touching you, even if you did touch me first.”

I stood up and got off the bed. I said, “It’s alright, Kyle. You aren’t threatening me anymore. I forgive you.”

As I was leaving I said, “I mean that Kyle. I forgive you. You aren’t the same person you were when you attacked me. I see that now.”

He was smiling and Simon seemed confused as I left the room. The weight that had been on my soul was gone, and my anxiety was lessened. I was even breathing easier than I had been. Nonetheless, I felt weak and nauseous, and really hungry. I went to my room to eat one of the protein bars Jason’s family made before going to study with Darren. I decided not to tell Darren that I’d met with Kyle, and I wasn’t sure what to say to Jason. I didn’t think I could lie to him, but he was going to be angry that I met with Kyle without him being present.

 

Erik

Kieran came back from his last study session, and I was the only one in the suite. I was finishing some homework when he came through the bathroom into our room. He seldom came over if Alonzo wasn’t here, so I suspected something was up. He seemed nervous. I scooted my chair back and motioned for him to come forward.

“Come here, sweetie, and tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

I never got to call Alonzo cutesy little names and baby him the way Jason did Kieran, so I pulled him onto my lap when he came over. He was gentle and gave off an aura that invited me to pet him and cuddle him. I knew that Jason didn’t mind because he and I had discussed the boys and how we were going to interact with them. Cuddling was okay and so was friendly, but not romantic, kissing.

“I wanted to tell you about Alonzo, sir,” he said. “A bigger guy pushed him around and was yelling at him. He hit his head and split his lip open. We ran over and Jason stopped the guy. He already beat him up and made him apologize.”

“Is Alonzo okay?” I asked. My boy was the same size as Kieran, and he could get hurt easily by some of the guys on this campus.

Kieran nodded. “Jason healed him up and then he took him to do his prep work for dinner, sir.”

I took a deep breath and held Kieran tight in my arms. “Thank you, little guy. I really appreciate you keeping me informed.”

He made no move to get up. Instead, he leaned his head against my chest and stared at the door. I asked him, “Are you okay?”

He turned and pulled his legs up across my lap as well and said, “I did something, sir, and it was the right thing to do, but I think Jason is going to be mad at me, and I don’t want to spoil the weekend coming up. But I think I have to tell him.”

Jason’s boy always seemed so vulnerable, mentally and emotionally, even more than physically. I felt that it was more than a little manipulative, but there was something else to it. He seemed to be perpetually anxious about not doing what was expected of him, of not being a “good boy”. His heart was beating a little fast and I thought he might be trembling slightly.

I rubbed his back with my hand and said, “You’re right. You do have to tell him. What could you have possibly done that was so terrible?”

Kieran looked up at me with those sapphire eyes of his and said, “I met up with Kyle Mason to find out why he’s been in my dreams, sir.”

Shit! I thought. Jason is going to blow his stack. Of all the things Kieran could have done, this may have been the one thing that would push Jason over the edge. I couldn’t solve this one for the boy. He had to do it himself, but I vowed to be there with him unless Jason asked me to leave.

Aloud I said, “You know he’s going to be angry, but it will be because you put yourself in harm’s way, Little Guy.”

I let him sit there on my lap, encircled by my arms until Jason came into the room, looking for him. It felt good to hold him this way, to comfort him. I thought Alonzo was prettier, but Kieran was the second prettiest boy on campus and that included that little Latino werewolf.

“There you are, Little Prince,” Jason said. “I wondered where you’d gone. You had me a little worried.”

Kieran stood up, ran over to Jason, threw his arms around him, and squeezed him tight. Jason soothed him as best he could and said, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Kieran said, “I don’t want you to be mad at me, Sir, but I went over to Simon and Drew’s room and met with Kyle Mason because Simon said I needed to talk to him.”

Jason sat down on my bed and pulled Kieran down with him. “Don’t you know how dangerous that was, Kieran?” he scolded. “This is the man who started all this trouble. He raped you and now he’s stalking you in your dreams. You could have been hurt. He could have attacked you again. What could you possibly have hoped to get out of that?”

I saw Kieran look up at his lover. His eyes were teary and full of anxiety. Jason was so much bigger and more powerfully built than Kieran, but his eyes were full of fear, not anger. Kieran finally answered Jason by saying, “I wanted to find out why he was in my dreams, Sir. I wanted to make him stop.”

Jason pulled his boy close and demanded, “Did he hurt you? Did he even touch you?”

Kieran shook his head and said, “No, Sir. He was a perfect gentleman, and he kept his hands to himself.”

Jason started to say something, but Kieran interrupted him and insisted, “Please let me finish, Sir. Kyle wasn’t in my dreams; I was in his. And he wasn’t having lustful dreams about me. Attacking me was his nightmare as much as it was mine. He was trapped in the dream and forced to keep attacking me and it was the greatest shame he ever knew. He needed my help to stop the nightmare. I helped him to stop the ones who were abusing him. He’s not the same person he was before.”

“And you believed that asshole? He was probably trying to manipulate you, Little Prince,” he said, stroking Kieran’s hair gently.

Watching the interplay between the two of them was fascinating and educational. Jason was clearly in charge, but he was listening to Kieran attentively while retaining all the authority for himself. I had no doubt that Jason was going to punish Kieran for breaking his rules, but he was being gentle.

“He can’t lie to me, Sir. I’m an empath and I can tell. He’s sorry and he won’t do it again,” Kieran said.

The look on Jason’s face said it all. He was torn between wanting to praise Kieran for being brave and kind and wanting to blister his butt for being so reckless. In the end, he chose to hug him tight and gently chastise him.

“You are too good a person, Little Prince. You’re too kind which could have gotten you hurt. I’m proud of you for wanting to help someone you thought needed it, but what’s the rule about going off to meet people without my permission?” Jason asked.

“You told me not to do it,” Kieran replied, resting his head against Jason’s shoulder.

“If you’d asked, I could have gone with you to protect you,” Jason explained. “We have a fun Friday and Saturday planned, but on Sunday I will have to punish you for breaking this rule. It’s too important.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kieran said. “But Kyle wasn’t dangerous… “

Jason smacked his butt harder than I expected him to and spoke firmly. “But you didn’t know that when you went into that room! He could have been dangerous. And then you would have been vulnerable. We’re going to our room to pack, and then we’re going to forget about this until Sunday. And on Sunday, I’m going to punish you for breaking the rule, and I’m going to punish you for arguing with me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kieran said, as he allowed Jason to lead him gently to their room.

I looked around and tried to figure out what I would need for tonight. I threw a change of underwear and a spare set of clothes into my gym bag, along with my laptop and my tablet computer. I wore my collapsible batons on my belt. No one knew what they were until I used them. I remembered to throw my kali uniform in my bag, just in case. I still had time to practice some moves before Alonzo got back.

***********

I didn’t see when Alonzo came into the room. I had just finished practicing one of the forms used in kali when I turned and saw him standing just inside the door watching me. He was leaning against the frame and smiling. When he saw me looking at him he licked his lips sensually. My dick responded immediately, but there wasn’t enough time for what he was thinking. We had to have dinner first and then… well, after dinner entertainment.

I ran over and grabbed Alonzo, lifting him up for a kiss. His cherry flavored lips were moist and inviting. He ran his hands along my jaw. I could see that he was wearing clear nail polish on his well-manicured hands, and he smelled of chilis, probably because he’s been cooking before his last class.

“Te quiero a ti dentro de mi, papi,” he said, “but there’s no time.”

I didn’t know exactly what he was saying, but it had something to do with loving me and… My vestigial Spanish was coming back. Dentro meant ‘inside’. I want you inside… Now I had it. He wanted me inside him.

“There’s no place I’d rather be than inside your hot little butt, mi puto maricon,” I said. “But you’re right. There’s not time.”

“You could take me like a bitch before we go,” he teased. He was brushing against my lips and squeezing my waist with his legs.

I smacked his butt and bounced him a little against my body. “I’m a big guy, Alonzo. You need to feed me soon, or I’ll be too weak to give you what you need,” I whispered.

He pouted at me, and I kissed his neck. He smelled good. It wasn’t just the chilis; even his sweat smelled good. “And you promised to give me enchiladas,” I said.

He whispered in my ear, “Only if you promise to give me your chile grande afterward.”

I squeezed his sexy butt cheek and said, “I promise to give you my tranca after we eat.” I was finding time to do an online Spanish course so I could relearn what two years of high school Spanish was supposed to have taught me. But I needed to look up the dirty words so I could keep up with my lover boy.

We kissed for a few minutes longer. I found it sexy as hell that my boyfriend was thirteen inches shorter than me and light enough to carry around. But, eventually, I had to put him down and order him to start packing for an overnight stay at the Alchemy House. Alonzo had a band session at 9:00 a.m. so he needed to have clothes to change into. I always teased him about taking forever to get ready, but he was really pretty fast when the occasion called for it. Jason took longer, but I knew that he would have started earlier today, or even yesterday.

It was less than half an hour before we were ready to go.

 

Alonzo

Erik followed Jason’s lead and took my bags as well as his own. Then he walked me out to Jason’s car with his arm around my shoulder. He allowed the other two to pull ahead a little so he could talk to me in private.

“You weren’t paying attention earlier and you ran into someone. He never should have touched you, and he wouldn’t have if it were known more commonly around campus that you were mine. Do you think he would have dared to touch Kieran the way he did you?” he asked.

“Everybody knows we’re together, Erik,” I insisted. But I knew that wasn’t what he was saying. I wasn’t sure I liked where this conversation was going.

“That’s not the same thing,” Erik insisted. “Jason thinks I need to take a firmer hand with you, and I think he’s right.”

I started to object, but he held up his hand and continued, “I’m going to make it clear that you’re mine and people need to keep their hands off. Expect me to show up and take you under my hand a little more in public.”

“I’m not Kieran, Erik. You can’t expect me to do everything you say without question,” I said.

Erik smiled at me and said, “I hope you do question me. And I hope you stay just as feisty as you are now. Object all you want, but in the end, you need to do what I tell you. Concentrate on your music and your magic, and you let me worry about all those things you’re not paying attention to.”

“And if I don’t?” I asked with my hands on my hips.

Erik threw our bags into the trunk, then bent me over in the parking lot and spanked my butt. He didn’t hurt me, not really, but it was embarrassing. And the humiliation made my dick hard. When he was done, he said, “That’s what. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Erik this afternoon. “Yes!” I agreed. “A ver si tu me tocas el culo esta noche, maton!“

Erik was looking at his phone and smiling. He read something and replied, “Call me a thug all you want, chico, but you know as well as I do that you’ll be begging me to touch your culo before the night is out.”

His smile was infuriating because he was right. I was addicted to his big dick. I wanted to beg for it right then in the parking lot. He kept smiling at me until I punched him in the chest. It didn’t hurt him in the slightest. He laughed at me and then picked me up from behind and nibbled my earlobe until I started laughing too.

“Fine!” I yelled. “I give up. You’re too strong for me and I can’t stop you from brutalizing me at will. I guess I have no choice but to do what you tell me to do.”

“That’s right, puto delicado,” he agreed. “You have no choice, and that means you’re going to let me put you in the backseat and strap you in, and you’re going to be a good boy and smile about it.”

And I was indeed smiling. Which was making me mad because I shouldn’t enjoy being treated like a child! Erik opened the back passenger door of the SUV and helped me inside. He didn’t pick me up or lift me like Jason did with Kieran; he put his hand on my butt and guided me inside like an attentive lover did to his girlfriend. When I sat down, I blew him a kiss. I didn’t mind being treated like a princess.

Erik strapped me in next to Kieran who was kissing Jason passionately. I looked over at Erik and gave him my best pouty lips and puppy dog eyes. He laughed at me and then kissed me with just as much passion. When he broke the kiss he whispered in my ear, “You’re going to be my novio delicado in public and my puto maricon in bed, my sweet little thing and my faggot bitch.”

I whispered back, “I can play your sweet little thing so long as you don’t forget that second part, stud.”

Then Jason and Erik got in the front seats and Jason drove off. Kieran was excited. He’d never been to the Alchemy House before. Neither had Erik, but he wasn’t as excitable as Kieran. I took hold of Kieran’s hand and squeezed it. “Do you like enchiladas, Kieran?”

He gave me an apologetic look. “I’ve never had any Mexican food that you can’t get at Taco Bell, but I really want to try it.”

I knew Kieran was a ridiculously picky eater. “Do you like lasagna?” I asked.

He nodded his head and said, “Yes. I love lasagna.”

“Well, enchiladas are kind of like Mexican lasagna. It has corn tortillas instead of noodles. It has Mexican cheese, chicken, and enchilada sauce, which is a mild red sauce made of chilis.”

Kieran replied, “I used to think I loved hot food until Jason fed me a Sichuan shrimp dish with a lot of peppers.”

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I made it very mild because I love you too much to burn your tongue.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I love you too.”

I undid my seatbelt and slid next to Kieran. Jason looked back at me and ordered me to put my seatbelt back on. I smiled at him, flounced my hair and then fastened the lap belt. “If you don’t want me moving around back here, you need to let me sit next to Kieran.”

“You’re so bad, Alonzo,” Kieran said with a smile. And then we chatted a lot about nothing until we reached the house. I spent the entire time cuddling my best friend, our heads pressed together.

When Jason opened the door to help Kieran out of the car, Erik opened my door and dragged me toward him. I was giggling at the absurdity, but when Erik pulled me to the door, I put my arms up like a little kid and said, “Pick me up, daddy.”

He pulled me out of the car and tossed me over his shoulder. That was more like it. I was never going to be Erik’s little boy, but I didn’t mind being his prey. Jason walked into the house with his arm around Kieran’s waist, and Erik walked in with me over one shoulder and all our bags in his other hand. My man was strong and getting stronger every day. I loved the fact that he could cart me around like a caveman carrying his little gay lover.

In the house, he put me down and swatted my butt. “Your man is hungry, chico. Go fix me some dinner!”

“Ay de mi! My boyfriend is a maton who wants to keep me naked and barefoot in the kitchen!” I cried.

“That sounds good, but you should probably wear clothes since we’re not alone in the house,” Erik said. “I’ll get you naked in the bedroom later when it’s just the four of us.”

I ran into the kitchen to get started.

 

Kieran

Alonzo was always pushing back against Erik and Jason instead of doing what he was told to do. I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I did, but I thought Alonzo was a lot of fun. He seemed to love it when Erik had to chase him down and grab him. I wouldn’t do that to Jason, but I always laughed when Alonzo did it to Erik. He was naughty enough for both of us.

When Alonzo went off into the kitchen, I asked Jason, “Should I go help Alonzo with dinner?”

He replied, “I was about to show you around the house, but I think that can wait. Go see what help Alonzo needs.”

He kissed me and patted my butt, then I ran off into the kitchen as well. Alonzo was turning the oven on when I came in. He’d already set a big glass baking dish on the counter. It had foil on top of it. I asked him what I could do to help, and he had me start opening cans of beans to put on the stove at medium-low heat. Then he had me cut some tomatoes and avocado. When I was done with those, he added chili powder and lime juice and stirred it gently. I helped him cook the rice while the enchiladas were baking. He used the instant pot and added tomato bullion, garlic, cumin, and chili powder. When everything was done, we put the beans and rice in big shallow bowls, sprinkled crumbly cheese over the beans and then carried everything into the dining room.

“Set the table for six. We need plates, spoons, and forks. We also need six tall glasses. I bought some fruit punch for you and me, and beer for everyone else,” he said.

I knew that Alonzo sometimes drank wine and beer, but I didn’t really like it. He was probably joining me with the kiddie drinks so I wouldn’t feel left out. We’d set the table and made everything look good, then we called everyone to dinner. In addition to the four of us there were Gwendolyn and Seth Gray, the two mages who helped keep an eye on the Alchemy House. They were twins from New Mexico. Other mages came and went for various shifts, but the Grays were here overnight, every night. Jason had mentioned that they were the best alchemists at Severan, except for him.

I had decided to eat Alonzo’s cooking no matter what, even if the texture or anything triggered one of my many food issues. But I didn’t have to worry. The enchiladas were delicious. I made sure not to let the rice, beans, or the tomatoes and avocados touch each other, or my enchiladas, so nothing would get in the way of me enjoying them. Alonzo was right; there was nothing in this meal I didn’t like. I had been skeptical of the enchilada sauce until I tasted it. It wasn’t even very spicy.

During dinner, the Grays and Alonzo shared stories about New Mexico and west Texas. Jason chimed in sometimes. He’d known their younger brother Maximilian back at the Academy and had met them through him. Erik and I were kind of left out of the conversation, but soon everything turned to Severan and the hunters who seemed to be lurking around in the shadows.

When Jason said that the team was producing alchemical fire and oblivion elixir, I grew interested. The first was a fire that couldn’t be immediately extinguished without an alchemical antidote, although it burned out in a minute. The second had to be administered orally, but it erased the last hour’s worth of memories. According to the Grays, they had already produced several dozen vials of invisibility elixir and an equal number of healing elixirs. They were waiting on supplies to make more of these latter two. It sounded like the committee was preparing for war.

After dinner, the Grays volunteered to do the cleanup, and Jason led us on a tour of the house. The basement was the alchemical lab, complete with ventilation hoods that led to the roof. The main floor had the living room, dining room, kitchen, a bathroom, and an office. The second floor contained a master bedroom (complete with its own ensuite) and three other bedrooms, along with another bathroom. There was a third floor that was almost its own apartment. It was narrower than the other floors because it was nestled under the sloping roof, which made it feel longer. It had two rooms that could be used as bedrooms along with a sitting room and a fourth bathroom.

The backyard was enclosed. It had a detached garage accessible from the alley behind the house with a shed that was built right against the back. There was a rusty old swing set and an overgrown garden as well. An area paved with flagstones lay just outside the back door. It was open on the sides but had a roof. Inside was an old grill and a picnic table.

“Do you like it?” Jason asked.

“I love it. It’s too bad that we can’t live here instead of on campus,” I said.

“Even if we weren’t freshmen, this place belongs to the Conclave doesn’t it?” Erik asked.

Jason shook his head and replied, “The Conclave is notoriously slow to act when it would have to spend money. My dad bought this place. I was trying to decide whether to let him sell it to the Conclave when they got around to authorizing it, or whether I should buy it from him for us to use next year.”

“Keep it, Jason,” Alonzo exclaimed. “You and Kieran could live here and fill all those rooms with little magelings of your own. This is a pretty town and I get the feeling the mages have plans for it. It could be a really nice place for the magical community in a few years.”

Jason nodded and gave Alonzo a look of appreciation. “You’re perceptive, Alonzo. The mages do have plans for this place. They’re establishing a full mage healing clinic and an office of the custodes,” he said. “I was thinking that this would be a nice place to settle down. I can give up the beaches of L.A. if Kieran can give up the cornfields of Indiana, Erik can give up the frozen wilderness of the Upper Peninsula and you can give up the desert.”

I looked up at Jason and asked, “Are you planning on all four of us living together?”

Jason hugged me tight and said, “Erik and I have discussed it. Would you like that?” he asked, looking at both me and Alonzo.

“Yes,” I exclaimed happily. “I would love that.”

Alonzo nodded his head and said, “We can’t do it until next year, but I think I’d like it too.”

Erik said, “We can stay here on the weekends if we want. We use the dorms during the week and sleep here on Friday and Saturday night.”

Jason said, “Well, we are planning on staying here tonight at least. Although I’ve only bought a bed and linens for the master bedroom and the two rooms the Grays are using, so we’ll all have to share tonight.”

A big smile spread across Alonzo’s face, and I was about ready to burst. Of course I wanted to spend the night together. We’d been together twice before, and I’d loved it both times. I didn’t know exactly what our relationship with Alonzo and Erik was, but in that beautiful moment when Jason and I had joined together and had become one, I’d known that they would be with us, in some capacity, in the future.

The idea that I could live with Jason and still keep Alonzo close by was the most tempting future I could imagine. Then I had a flashback to that vision I’d had of the four of us together. I was suddenly certain that it was this house I’d seen. And I’d seen all four of us in that big bed, together.

We went back in through the kitchen door in time to see the Grays finishing the cleanup. They were using their wands and all the clean dishes were putting themselves away. We chatted with them for an hour or so in the living room before going upstairs. Since Jason was here, they were going to take the opportunity to have a night out and be back much later.

The master bedroom was huge, and it would have to be. It was dominated by a square bed, nine feet on a side. There was three feet of space on one side of the bed and six on the other, so it was roomy enough. The larger side contained a massive double sized chest of drawers, a vanity with a mirror, the door to the bathroom and another door to a big walk-in closet, which was the same size.

“None of the other bedrooms are this big,” Jason said, “but they’re big enough.”

“Too big,” Erik announced. “Given the width of the exterior of the house, that bathroom and walk-in closet, this room is too wide. The door to this room is only three feet from the door to the room next to it and yet there’s about six feet of space inside. Plus, I think this room is at least three feet too deep for the available space at the back of the house.”

Alonzo and I looked confused, but Jason was nodding at Erik. “You’re good, Erik,” he said. “This house used to belong to Octavia Severan, but she was willing to sell it to my father because her own had squandered the family wealth. She needed the money to reestablish her three nieces and nephews in business so they could regain their family’s position. Several rooms in this house are bigger than they should be. That’s why it could only be sold to a mage.”

Jason readied our teas and medicinals so we could get ready for the evening’s fun. Once we were done, Alonzo and I sat on the bed and kissed while Jason used the master bathroom and Erik the second-floor bathroom. Alonzo’s lips were soft and inviting, and so was his skin. We were both naked because our men hadn’t told us what to wear. Both our little cocks were hard as iron and ready to explode.

Erik was first to return. He didn’t say anything, but he took off his robe and tossed it across one of the armless sofas against the wall. Then he climbed onto the bed and watched us. I could see his massive eleven-inch cock swelling. It was impressive. I had no idea how Alonzo took the whole thing inside him. Better him than me, I thought, better him than me.

When Jason came out of the ensuite, he took off his robe and, unlike Erik, he hung it nearly on a hook before climbing into bed. He also watched Alonzo and I as we kissed one another and stroked each other’s bodies. We knew better than to touch our cocks, but everything else was fair game. Alonzo’s soft hands felt good on my skin, not better than Jason’s rougher hands, but equally good in their own way. I kept glancing at Jason. His golden-brown body was stretched out, his lean muscles visible and his own impressive cock lying hard on his abdomen. He looked small next to Erik, but he was the most handsome man in the world, and I felt so lucky to have him.

I didn’t see the look Erik and Jason exchanged, but I heard Erik’s loud voice when he said, “That’s enough boys. Any more of that and we’re going to explode without being touched. Come on up here and let us kiss you.”

I crawled up and snuggled next to Jason, and Alonzo did the same with Erik. Our backsides were touching, despite the width of the bed. Jason pulled me in close and devoured my mouth with his. “You are too beautiful for words, Little Prince. You and Alonzo together could turn every so-called straight man in the state,” he said. “Now suck my cock while I eat your butt, Luantong.”

“I’m going to make you cum before I do this time, Sir,” I whispered.

“You can try, Little Prince, but I have a lot of self-control,” he said.

I turned around and faced his cock. It was beautiful, powerful, and manly, more than eight inches long and five and half inches in girth, about one and three-quarter inches in width. I wasn’t usually so fixated on math, but I was obsessed with Jason’s cock. I kissed it with passion that came from my heart. I loved him and I loved this powerful symbol of his masculinity, of his mastery over me. I kissed my way slowly down one side and then up the other. I peeled back the foreskin revealing the glistening head. I licked it and tasted his precum.

I tried to concentrate on Jason’s cock, but the feeling of his lips on my hole was more than a distraction. Whenever he touched my butt, it was like it became the center of my entire being. He began, as he always did, by teasing me gently with his touch, slowly circling the ring.

Then he kissed it and said, “Your little rosebud is so pretty and so tasty. It quivers at my touch, like it knows it’s lover and is longing to feel him inside it.”

I went back to working on his cock. I was able to take the head inside and massage it with my tongue before I felt Jason’s tongue pressing inside me. Even if I wanted to resist, I knew that my butt wouldn’t listen to me. It was Jason’s to command, and it wanted him so badly that it had already relaxed and was completely open to him. I still couldn’t get his entire cock into my mouth, so I concentrated mostly on the head.

Jason continued to tongue me and then to probe me with his fingers until I was moaning and drooling uncontrollably on his dick. I knew he was waiting for Erik’s signal because it always took him longer to prepare Alonzo than it did for Jason to ready me. My lover’s cock was huge, but Erik’s was gigantic. I was always surprised he didn’t rip the poor boy in half.

 

Alonzo

I was excited that everyone had liked dinner. I didn’t consider myself to be a great cook, but I’d helped my tia in the kitchen a lot last summer. And the best part was that the Grays had used magic to clean up. There was no doubt that I was going to need to learn that spell.

Afterwards, when we’d retired to that massive master bedroom, I was especially overjoyed when I saw the size of that bed. I loved it when the four of us had sex in the same bed (or lying next to each other on the floor). I loved Jason and Kieran, not in the same way I loved Erik, but it was still love. We were all a part of one another. Even though I knew we had to be somewhat restrained because Kieran was a gentler, more sensitive guy than I was, I enjoyed our group sessions.

Kieran and I had gotten the evening started, making out like two submissive little bottom bitches getting warmed up for our men. One of the greatest things about making out with Kieran was that he was an empath. Because of the empathic connection that had been slowly growing between the two of us, I could feel my own pleasure, but I could also feel his. I could even feel the echoes of my own pleasure echoing in his mind. It was like a chorus of emotions. Of course, his soft lips and soft hands felt amazing. They were so different from Erik’s rough and calloused hands. I preferred the roughness, of course, but Kieran’s softness was a fabulous change of pace.

We were distracted in our make out session when Erik returned to the room, and then again when Jason came in. I chuckled inwardly at the fact that Jason carefully hung his robe on a hook and Erik had thrown his onto the furniture. He was a slob, but, on some level, I was attracted to that. I bitched about it, but I actually liked cleaning up after Erik.

When Erik called for us, I crawled up toward him, waggling my eyebrows and licking my lips. It wasn’t an exaggeration. My mouth was watering at the thought of tasting him. He kissed me roughly and whispered, “Be a good boy, Alonzo. Kieran’s not as wild as you are, and I don’t want to have to blister your butt for going too far.”

“Do you promise to beat my butt if I misbehave, Papi?” I whispered back to him.

He smacked my ass hard enough to echo around the room then kissed my neck. He took the opportunity to whisper directly into my ear, “I’m not playing around, Alonzo. If you push me, I’ll use a belt instead of my hand and you won’t enjoy it.”

I didn’t like the sound of that threat, but my traitorous cock did. It twitched and drooled precum onto Erik’s body. I shouldn’t be excited by threats of real pain, but I was. Erik was being serious. He took my chin in his hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Tell me you understand what I’m saying.”

I sighed. Erik was so cute when he was being forceful. It still didn’t come naturally to him, like it did to Jason. “Entiendo muy bien, papi,” I said, giving him sad eyes.

He sighed and replied, “You’d better. Now get down there and suck my cock, you sexy twink.”

I wiggled my butt at him as I turned to face his enormous cock. It amazed me. When I first met Erik, his cock was a little over five inches, but I’d accidentally used my magic to transform it into the enormous tranca I saw before me, about as big as it was possible for a human to possess. It was 11 inches long and about three inches wide. I didn’t know if it was the magic of my wishcraft or of Jason’s alchemy, but I was pretty sure that my little hole couldn’t have stretched that much without help and I didn’t want to try!

There was no way I could take the whole thing down my throat without gagging and choking, so I concentrated on the head. I could feel Erik slipping one of those magic lube spheres inside me. Despite the fact that my hole had become more resilient, Erik still didn’t believe that he could get inside me without the alchemical lube. There was always pain when he entered me, but it was the kind of pain I loved, those intense sensations that come from feeling stretched and filled completely. And frankly the little sphere did nothing to lessen any discomfort but I was always glad for the extra slickness once he was fucking me. Erik let it do its magic, while he started licking my hole. He wasn’t as romantic as Jason, but I appreciated it when he said things like, “This is the prettiest little boy hole I’ve ever seen, baby.”

I knew that I was opening for him. I thought the lube probably helped with that as well. Still, he took the time to eat my ass like a hungry man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Meanwhile I was opening my mouth as wide as I could so I could swallow as much of his cock as possible. It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying to take him. He was physically too big for my mouth. No matter how wide I opened my jaws, my throat could not take him past my tonsils.

“Come up here and give me a kiss, sexy boy,” Erik growled.

I wasted no time. I climbed up next to him and cuddled in his arms. He moved me to the middle of the bed. Jason had done the same with Kieran, so we were next to each other. Both of us collapsed into the arms of our men, and they kissed our faces while their hands explored our bodies.  Erik and Jason seemed to be following the same script. Most likely they’d discussed how this would work ahead of time.

 

Kieran

Jason was nibbling my neck and I was whimpering with pleasure. “Let me know if I push you too far, too fast, Little Prince, but we’re going to try something new tonight,” he whispered.

Then he turned me over so that I was on my side facing Alonzo. Jason was behind me, with his arms around me, kissing my neck. Erik had positioned Alonzo similarly. We were so close that our noses were almost touching.

Jason explained his plan to us. “Erik and I are going to take you both from behind. We’re going to make love to your beautiful little bottoms while the two of you kiss. Just give in to it and let us take charge. We’re going to try and all climax at the same time.”

The scene he described seemed so hot to me. It made me feel naughty, but naughty with permission from my lover. Jason lifted my left leg and positioned the head of his cock at my hole. I saw that Erik was doing the same thing with Alonzo. Jason applied gentle force and the head of his cock slid inside me. My mouth opened in pleasure. Alonzo looked at me and smiled.

“Besame, Kieran,” he said.

Then he grabbed my face and kissed me gently. He was moaning in my mouth, so I knew that Erik had pushed into him as well. Our kisses were gentle because both of us were used to having an aggressive lover take control, but we discovered our own way. Our tongues pressed gently against one another, softly caressing the other, neither trying to dominate.

While we kissed and hugged, our men pushed deeper inside us. I could feel Jason sliding inside all the way to my inner door. It was like I was so excited by this scene that I was more relaxed and more ready than ever. I reveled in the feeling of Alonzo’s smooth and graceful body on my front, and Jason’s hairier and stronger body on my back, at the same time. When Jason pushed into my inner chamber, I felt completely full. His pubic hairs were pressed against my smooth butt.

I saw the look on Alonzo’s face, and I felt the power of Erik’s thrust pass through Alonzo’s body into mine when he slammed his massive cock home to the root in his lover’s body. Alonzo gasped and crushed me with his arms. But when our men started fucking us, we moved against one another and kissed. Jason was nibbling my neck and I could see Erik’s head on Alonzo’s neck.

The empathic bond I shared with Alonzo immediately brought the two of us into rapport. Jason was still closed off mentally, as he always was. Our tantric bond connected our energy bodies, but Jason’s natural reserve made it hard to read his thoughts, and I only felt his surface emotions unless we were being intimate, which made it hard to initiate rapport with him. But, because Alonzo and I were more open to one another, it made connecting with him as an empath seem effortless in comparison. I was hesitant to become too close to Erik because I felt guilty about the fact that he aroused me in ways only Jason should. Still, I found comfort in the love Alonzo and I shared. And in this moment of passion, we just drew closer.

“I love you this way, my luantong,” Jason said. “You are the sexiest boy in the world.”

I heard Erik say, “Your ass is the sweetest thing, baby.”

I felt like every nerve in my body had come alive. My mind opened and I felt Jason, not only inside my body, but also inside my thoughts. He seemed surprised and tried to push me out but caught himself in time. I could tell that he didn’t want to reject me, even in this way. It surprised me when he allowed us to slip into rapport. Our minds were still our own, but on one level they were connected. I could feel what he felt, and he could feel what I felt. It was like I was being fucked and doing the fucking at the same time.

My rapport with Jason was separate from my rapport with Alonzo, but not for long. I blended the two connections and folded Jason, Alonzo and me into a threefold rapport. Jason and I could feel his emotions and senses, and he could feel ours. There was only one part missing. I swallowed and did my best to bury my illicit feelings for Erik, then I reached out with my senses and grasped for him.

Mental barriers sprang up and repelled my beckoning. It was strange because he was mundane and shouldn’t even have barriers. Only mind mages had them naturally. Even other mages had to use a spell to establish them. I didn’t try to break the protections. I allowed my mind to surround them and gently stroke his shields until he let them go. Then we were four separate beings sharing a fourfold rapport, each of us inside the other’s mind.

We could all feel the sensations of the others. Alonzo and I could feel the massive cocks thrusting inside us, stroking our gay buttons, but so could Erik and Jason. Both Erik and Jason felt our butts gripping their dicks, coaxing them into higher levels of pleasure. And Alonzo and I could feel these same sensations. But it was more than physical pleasure we shared. We were also sharing the love we each felt for one another. The deep passion and desire between Jason and I, and between Erik and Alonzo as well. The amiable friendship bordering on love between me and Alonzo. And the hard edged, respect, esteem and even brotherly love between Erik and Jason.

We were four, but we were also one. It wasn’t the pure blending I’d felt that time with Jason, but it was a deep rapport. We met on the physical, mental, and spiritual levels all at once. And when we came, we came together.

 

Jason

Kieran’s powers had grown rapidly. I wasn’t a mind mage, but my Uncle Kamon had told me about the power of rapport. I was impressed by my little prince. As new as he was to his art, he’d managed to bring four people into a deep rapport. I was more in love with him than ever. And what a gift he’d given me!

I felt the shame and insecurity that Kieran had felt being a young gay teen, growing up in a house with a hate mongering aunt and uncle who’d never shown him any love or even acceptance, no matter how much he achieved. I felt the fear of discovery that had prompted him to withdraw inside himself and turn off his sexual responses, but I also felt his relief and joy when I had opened them for him.

I understood Alonzo on a level I could never have achieved without the rapport. I saw him as he was; outwardly confident, but insecure over the fact that his mother didn’t accept him. Appreciating how his own magical heritage had been hidden from him for so long. I could hear the music in his soul, resonating with the universal flow of numina.

And I felt Erik, the dominant man buried inside him, afraid to come out because he was unsure how much Alonzo loved him. He feared losing him. I could feel his love for Alonzo, and his deep friendship with me and his semi-platonic love for Kieran. His joy at being a part of our group. Underneath it all was his unhappiness that his parents tolerated him but didn’t respect or accept him for who he was.

 

Erik

I felt what each of the others were feeling, and I understood them so much more than I had. I was accepted and loved by this group. Even the normally reserved Kieran loved me, like a big brother. And Jason and I were like brothers as well. But most importantly, Alonzo loved me! I’d never been able to tell because of his coy flirtatiousness. Sebastian had assured me that Alonzo’s feelings were real, but I hadn’t believed him. Now I could.

 

Alonzo

I didn’t think that anyone had ever loved me more than Erik. He was enamored with me and now I didn’t have to risk being hurt by telling him about my own love for him. He already knew. And Kieran. If we weren’t both bottoms we would have been perfect for one another. I’d never known whether Jason even liked me, but now I saw that he loved me like his best friend’s lover, but, even more, he loved me like a little brother; he loved me for me.

 

Kieran

We had all come to know one another on a deep level thanks to the rapport. I didn’t even know what I was doing when I’d done it, but somehow I’d brought us all together. Somehow, I knew we’d needed it. I hadn’t felt real love since my parents had died, not until Jason. And now I knew that I had three men who loved me and accepted me. I was deliriously happy.

We made love twice more that night, but I was too tired to attempt rapport again. I’d feared that the amazing feeling of sexual union would spoil me for regular sex. It didn’t. I enjoyed each of the other two times just as much as I had before. And then we slept together, happy, safe, and loved, in that big bed.

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author’s preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author’s preferred reading order is Magery 5. It will be out soon.

Special Thanks to my editor [email protected].

Introduction:
I am Patrick. This true story describes my first time with a guy back in the 1980s. I had, and still have, a thing for tough leather-wearing guys. And boy, that first time did not disappoint at all. It was rough and fairly nasty. As sex between classes in the men’s room often is. 50 years on, I wish I had dared to follow up from there.

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Disclaimer:
This story is semy fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content; both implied and explicit. 

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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author’s imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.
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The Geek and the Tough Guy.

Okay, this story is a bit outdated. Ha, just like me. 50 years on, I concluded I fucked up in my youth. If I only had been a bit more assertive and daring, my life would have turned out so much cooler. But this is how it all started back in the mid-80s for me. 

Not a high-flyer like my neighborhood friends, I set my ambitions lower than theirs. I was already 19 when I began technical middle school in the Netherlands. I had my mind set on becoming an industrial electrician. My friends – who were all going to college – warned me, though. They did not think I could handle such a rough and rowdy school. You see, the stories that circled around told of the brutal and nasty people there. And I guess my childhood friends must have thought of me as a bit of a wimp.

I never had much luck with the ladies growing up. But I wasn’t outgoing enough to try my fortune with the people I secretly loved to watch, either. In retrospect, I was probably gay already. Well, it was true that I didn’t have the balls to try anything along those lines. Even if I had wanted to. I wish I could go back in time to tell my younger self what I know now. But I am no Harry Potter, so I can’t. Or I would have given myself the body of a muscular Greek God and a 13-inch willy. Oh, well…

From a very young age, I imagined what it would be like to be a tough guy, though. Big and muscular, with a thick head of hair. And popular. Back then, that meant wearing cool boots or sneakers, a buff leather or denim jacket, and tight high-cut jeans. In short, everything I wasn’t used to. No, I was what they considered in the 80s a bit of a plain limp-wristed, bespectacled nerd. Average height, sleek blond hair, a bum eye, and skinny. Not at all tough or sportive. Not that I was a virgin at 19. No, no, I got lucky occasionally. I just did not parade those lovely misses around as my neighborhood friends used to do. And our relationships never lasted very long either. I just preferred to keep myself to myself. Enjoying some anal toys, VHS tapes, and porn magazines. Keeping those toys and feelings well hidden from the rest of the friends and family, of course.

The first day of the new school year meant a significant change for me. For one, I had to bicycle 40 minutes to the new school, three towns away. And seeing I did not handle change all that well, I was nervous as heck. Not without reason. 
That day, I parked my bike on the rack and walked across the schoolyard to the main entrance. Man, did I look out of place! All the men looked older than me. Or so it seemed. I felt like such a noob. 

Even the first years dressed a lot cooler than me. I wore my plain blazer over a basic shirt. My simple cotton pants over polished black shoes. And my hairstyle was… Well, let’s say it had not changed since I left primary school. I was glad I had the foresight to buy some titanium-rimmed glasses. I needed new ones for my new prescription anyway. Pretty cool compared to the old-fashioned horn-rimmed stuff my mother made me wear growing up. And looks are everything at 19.

No, the men standing around outside looked nothing like me. I felt like I ran into a gathering of bikers, punks, metalheads, and bullies. Smoking and fooling around with their mates outside. Bragging, joking, and smack-talking about the things they had done that summer. I swallowed, took a deep breath, and walked past the macho manly men into school. I dumped my books in the assigned locker and found my homeroom class on the second floor. The rest of the first years looked okay. They were anxiously waiting in the hallway. But our year also had a group of guys who had been held back a year or two. Geez, those men acted tough. Intimidating the shit out of the rest of us in the hallway. Acting as if they owned the place. 

My eye got drawn to one of them in particular. He was clearly their leader and by far the oldest. Rick Horner looked like a rough-n-tough punk-rocker. And apart from his foul mouth and bully attitude, he looked the part. Horner sported a big wavy black-haired mullet. He was unshaven and wore a biker jacket with a black and white Palestine shawl. The bleached splattered, torn jeans over scuffed work boots completed the look. Horner wore his jacket inside as if it was winter. But the weather outside did not warrant this many clothes yet. Rick had a definite Italian, gypsy vibe about him. 

Horner smirked nastily at me when he saw me admiring his cool outfit. Because cool was precisely what he wanted the rest of us to think of him. Or maybe it was my secret desire. All I knew was that he stirred something my dark blue pleated pants could not hide. Man, I had never gotten a hard-on just by looking at another guy. But he indeed did that to me. He was everything I wanted to be, but wasn’t. I was glad our mentor let us inside the classroom. So I could hide myself in plain sight.

Predictably, Rick and his badass mates sat at the back of the class. Well, most of the class dived for the back. On the other hand, I sat at the first desk nearest the teacher. You see, my eyesight wasn’t the best, even with the new glasses. It earned me a lot of nasty sneers from the rest of the class. Calling me a teacher’s pet. So much so that the teacher, Mister Pool, asked me about it. Forcing me to publicly explain my choice of seating. 

Damn, you could have fried an egg on my forehead. But I managed to get the words out. Back then, I seldomly stood up for myself. But I was glad I did. I told the entire class my story. Where I was from, my age, my ambition. Shit like that. And also explained why I needed to sit close to the blackboard to see correctly. The confidence I laid to bear inspired the rest of the class to also introduce themselves. It certainly earned me some browny-points with the teacher.

And the best part was I got to learn a bit more about the tough guys. Rick Horner was the last to tell us a bit about himself. He was 26 already. He and some of his friends lived a long way away. They had to take the bus every day to school. Although he also let slip that he owned and drove a motorcycle. That fit. He looked like a biker. And a very cool one to boot. Although he acted as the school’s badass bully. He had a reputation to uphold. That much became quite clear. I thought I detected a sweeter side to him, though. Again, it probably was more wishful thinking on my part. 

A few weeks later, the pecking order was set, and our class divided into three or four groups. The Sparkies, the Jocks, the Tough Guys, and the Electronica Geeks. I – and a few others – did not fit in with any of those groups. We just hung around with any of them. Or keeping ourselves to ourselves. The only thing I had in common with Rick was that we did not have to take gym classes. Apparently, Horner had an issue with one of his knees after a motorcycle crash. So he did not want to risk it. Or maybe he was just too cool. We usually spend those ‘free’ hours in the school cafeteria or in the schoolyard outside. Not that we spoke much. Horner was way out of my league. But he tolerated me, nevertheless.

On the day in question, I unexpectedly ‘bumped’ into the man. Horner was smoking in the men’s room on the second floor. We had our next lesson on that floor later. And I had gone up early to take a quiet piss and to do some revision.
Earlier that blustery day, I had seen Rick arrive on his buff motorcycle. He was fully dressed in rugged leather. Tight leather jeans with lacing at the sides. Accentuating his muscular legs even more than usual. A dirty gray denim vest over a cool black leather jacket. The punk vest was covered entirely in lewd patches and metal studs. Rick also wore fingerless leather gloves with dangerous-looking studs over his knuckles. A pair of macho square-toe black scuffed motorcycle boots completed the mean look. 

From the negative remarks Rick had to endure that morning, the other students found this outfit way over the top. Even for a badass bully like Horner. And that was saying something for our school. Because most men preferred a butch look. I think people just did not expect someone to wear leather jeans to school. Let alone a full leather biker punk outfit. Not that Rick gave a shit about what everyone else said or thought about him. I admired that in him. I liked the look and wished I had the balls to pull off something like that. But what would people say? What would my parents think if I came home in full leather? Horner’s outfit had definitely scared me stiff again… 

When I entered the bathroom, Rick was already taking a leak at the urinal. I gulped, placing myself far away from him, on the other side of the metal piss-trough. A quick sneaky glance to the side made me blush. Rick was free-handing it. That is to say, he had a joint in one hand while the other was propped up against the wall. His dick was smooth, apparently half-hard, and squirting like a racehorse. Is it me, or does a manly rod look extra good when framed in black leather? I certainly thought so back then!

I heaved myself out of my pants and tried to take a leak too. But I felt Rick’s eyes on me. It made me self-conscious. Making it hard to get going. I could hear the asshole grin as he stood there watching me piss. When I finished, I chanced another side eye. The guy was jerking-off right then and there. Rick had even freed his hairy nuts from their leather prison. Cupping them with the hand holding the joint. He wasn’t even wearing underwear! The other hand was lustfully pumping the foreskin up and down against the underside of the exposed thick dickhead.

Rick saw me looking and turned toward me. Pointing the raging hard-on squarely in my direction. Carefully watching my reaction to his lewd behavior. I could have left the bathroom right then and there. But I did not. I had an overwhelming lustful urge. As the tension between us grew, Rick took a determined step or two toward me. Still gruffly stroking his dick. He pulled deeply on his joint and blew a thick stream of smoke directly into my face. Still watching for my reaction. Feeling that Horner was testing my nerve, I did not dare to back away. All I did was stuff my own boy toy back in my slacks and grin naughtily at the horny man.

“Hey, Patrick… Like what you see?… Come here!…” Rick commanded.
“What?…” I asked stupidly.
“Come here and touch it… I know you want to…” replied Horner horsely. Flicking his joint in the bog.
“I… I…” I started to stutter, “… I can’t… Anyone can walk in on us!…“
“Fuck that!… We got 20 minutes before the classes start on this floor… Get over here and help me stroke one out!…” ordered Rick. It certainly sounded nothing like a friendly request amongst schoolmates. The bully was pretty clear about that.

I hesitated and looked back to the door. But my own lust got the better of me. I wanted to touch Rick’s cock. I needed to feel what that was like. It would be the first man-sized tree trunk I would have held. Not that it was the first dick I handled. But the others were years before, experimenting with neighborhood friends or cousins. And they certainly did not wear leather jeans or biker jackets like this rough mother fucker.

Rick grabbed my wrist and yanked my hand over his shaft. Forcing me to stroke him. I probably could have resisted and not closed my fingers around it, but I did not. I grabbed a hold and started to stroke it. I was still jerking it when Rick released his grip on my wrist. Man, he was so hot and hard. Pretty long too, but not very wide. A hand full, and then some. His thick bush of black curly pubes pricked against the side of my hand. And I noticed he was wearing a spiked leather cockstrap around his cock and balls. It fitted with the rough biker outfit he was wearing. I had seen images of guys in magazines wearing gear like that, but I never thought I would handle a cock sporting something like this myself.

I let my other hand wander over Rick’s biker jacket sleeve. The texture of his leather gave me more goosebumps than the veiny cock in my other hand. The thick leather was tough yet supple to the touch. The feeling was coarse yet smooth at the same time. My eyes followed my hand. Not paying attention to the man I was fondling. Suddenly, Rick grasped a fist full of my sleek dark blond hair and yanked my head back. The man was taller than me and much bigger in the muscle department. So I stood no chance of getting out from under his grip. A little startled, I felt Rick’s lips press to mine. He opened my mouth. Using his tongue as a crowbar. 

As far as I remember, this was the first moment I considered kicking his nuts and making a break for it. It was all a bit much. I had French kissed plenty of girls before. But Rick definitely was the first guy that tried that with me. However, as soon as I let him inside, I calmed down considerably. He was a great kisser. Heck, I actually started to enjoy it. Rick began to make dirty slurping sounds as he nibbled on my lips. Breathing heavily and grinding his cock to my thigh. Using his free hand to grab and pinch my ass. Overwhelmed by the whole procedure, I was unable to think. I was holding a tough guy. A guy dressed in butch leather. Playing tonsil hockey with a geek in the boy’s bathroom at school. What was I thinking? Well, I wasn’t. I just let it happen.

And Rick made full use of my capitulation. After a few minutes of us eating face, he painfully grabbed my shoulder. The man forced me to my knees. Horner was mean and rough about it. I screamed in agony when my knees hit the tiled floor. My mistake! For his dick slammed forward into my mouth. Horner closed two hands behind my head and used his hips to fuck my mouth, ordering me, “… Suck it!… Take that cock… Make it nice and wet…“

I mumbled some feeble remonstrations. But more than, “… No… Don’t… Anyone can see… Stop…” I could not utter. I had a mouth full of throbbing manhood. I loved it. Although, I made Rick think I was struggling to push him away. I was able to smell his leather pants and stroke his muscular legs. Even Rick’s cock smelled like the leather cowhide. Fuck, I loved that too. Even more, than the hot rod pounding in the back of my mouth. I closed my lips and started to suck on the forceful cock. 

“Yeah, bitch… That’s it… You love that cock, don’t you?…” Rick grunted nastily.
He wasn’t wrong. I thought I died and gone to heaven. I was sucking a butch leather fucker in the men’s room. His musky scent and the intoxicating aroma of his leather jeans drove me crazy. What was I doing? Anyone could walk in on us! But I kept going. I wanted more. This was my one chance to try it with a guy. Heck, I could always go back to girls if I didn’t like it. I thought hornily.

Using my tongue to tickle the underside of the cockhead. I drove Rick to grunt dirty when I managed to swirl my tongue around the base of the glans. He loosened his grip on my head, and I grabbed his shaft. Sucking him off like many a girl had done to me. 
“Oh, shit!… You really know what you’re doing down there… I knew it!… Dirty little homo… If you do a good job, I’ll cum for you!… I know that’s what you faggots want… Don’t you?…” muttered Horner.

His nasty words and tone of voice made my ears ring. But I wanted more. My hand started rotating and pumping around the base of his cockringed-shaft. While my lips took care of his rod end. Rick, apparently, liked this very much, for the grunting, heavy breathing, and dirty cursing increased tenfold. When my tongue arrived back at his bulbous tip, I let my tongue swirl around it. I wanted still more. I wanted to taste his cum.

“Yeah… Fucker… Blow me!… I am getting close!… Suck me deeper… I knew you liked this!… I’ve seen you looking at me, faggot!… Suck it… Fuck yeah… Service my big fat cock… You dirty little homo…” moaned Rick nastily.
I let out a derisive laugh but kept on sucking the brute.
“What?…” asked Rick startled.
I stopped sucking him off and looked up at him in anger. Yet my lust for leather dick prevented me from quitting. Allowing his cock back between my lips, I closed my mouth and continued sucking him off. Yet being called a homo, a faggot, or a bitch had stung me deeply.

Although, the significance of his cock pressing between my lips made me quickly forget my trepidations. The feeling was dense and heavy against my tongue. I thought I had plenty of room in my mouth. But his girthy and veiny cock filled me up completely. It became almost overwhelming as I leaned forward to take his dick deeper into my mouth. Horner’s bulbous cockhead pressed hard on the back of my tongue. Trying to force its way into my throat. Was I ready for that? 
“Hold on!…” I thought in horror, “… Don’t allow him to rape you!… Stay in control here, Patrick!…” 

Rick’s heavy shapely cock felt so aggressive and powerful. Yet, the precum tasted sweet and salty. I even started to drool onto my chin. Adding to my rising level of horniness. I inhaled deeply before allowing the monster to enter into my throat. The intensity rapidly escalated. But – with watering eyes – I managed to take him deeper. Feeling his girth stretch my esophagus. I try to suppress the urge to gag. It hurt. He was so fucking big. As tears rolled down my cheeks, Horner pressed down even deeper. 
“That’s it!… Take that cock!… Fuck, yeah… Swallow my dick, boy…” bellowed Rick loudly. Making his words reverberate in the tiled bathroom.

That was the straw for me! I let him plop out of my mouth and looked up angrily at Horner again.
“What?… Don’t stop now, bitch… Suck it… I said… Suck it!…” ordered Rick demandingly.
When I did not comply… *Smack*… The back of his left hand hit my left cheek. The asshole had dawned his spiked fingerless gloves without my knowledge. It hurt. It hurt a lot. With my eyes still wet from deepthroating the badass bully, Horner laughed meanly, “Awe… HA Ha ha… That will teach you!… Now… Suck it… Make me cum!… Or I’ll take it out of your ass!…“

“Don’t, man… Anyone can walk in on us!… Look, I like you, Rick… Well, I like your outfit… I wish I had the balls to get my own leathers… Even if it’s only a leather jacket… But I am not the type, I think… I can’t pull off that look…” I said, rubbing my stinging cheek. I got up off the floor. My knees creaked as I did so. I hadn’t noticed the pain in my knees – caused by the dirty bathroom tiles – before. My unexpected imprisonment had not left much room for thoughts like that.

“You ARE a faggot!… Damn… Take this…” *Blahm*. Horner gut-punched me. “Well, step into my office!… You are going to service my leathered dick… Leather always makes me horny as fuck!… Ha… Sounds like we have that in common… You’ll do, Patrick!… your virgin ass will do just fine…” blustered Horner. 

Rick yanked open the door to the larger handicapped bathroom stall. He gruffly pushed me inside and locked the door behind us. The bully rammed me, face-first, against the back wall. Horner even aimed an unnecessary blow to the kidneys. Thinking that would make me submit to him. It only made me more angry and grunt in pain. With one hand, Horner kept me immobilized. Pressing it hard on the side of my head. Keeping my face to the cold tiled wall. The other hand, meanwhile, had reached around and was undoing my belt and zipper.

There I stood. A geek about to get penetrated by a nasty bully of a leathered man. I wondered fleetingly if I should scream bloody murder. Hoping for a rescue. But, no. That would not be good for either of us. Horner would surely lie. Telling everyone I was gay and had encouraged the sex. 
On the other hand, Rick would undoubtedly get expelled or even arrested. No, that wasn’t right, either. I shocked myself with these thoughts. Did I really want this? Was I actually gay? Gagging for cock?

So I murmured, “Okay… Okay… Calm down, man… No need for name-calling or rough-housing… You want to fuck me… I get it… But you’re the one who’s acting gay here!… You’re the one forcing his dick down my throat!… Not the other way round!… One word out of me, and you’re expelled, Horner!… So how about you gently wet my ass and softly slide it in… Let’s see if my hole can help you get off… But wear a rubber, and use some lube!… I don’t want to end up in hospital!… But any word to anyone and the deal is off!… Understand… FUCKER!…“

Stunned, Rick Horner removed the hand, pressing me to the wall. “Really?…“
“Look, asshole, we can do, or we can talk… The next lesson starts in 10 minutes… And I only allow it if you’re gentile… You’re right… This is my first time with the real thing… With a butch leather-wearing man, I would love to be myself…“
I grabbed hold of Rick’s cock and balls and pulled him in closer. We kissed while I started jerking the horny Horner off again. Letting my free hand wander behind the dirty denim vest to stroke his chest over the leather jacket underneath.

“Damn… And you say you’re not gay?…” smirked Rick nastily.
“Ha… Well, who knows?… But you seem to have a good idea of what you’re doing yourself, homo!… So stop the name-calling… Raincoat on and slick me up… And for fuck sake… Go slow… No need to tear me up… Teach me how it’s done, Rick-the-Dick!…“
Rick slapped my face again. But unlike last time, it did not hurt at all. In fact, I grabbed his wrist. I felt the flat metal studs of a wristband through the sleeve of his jacket. I slobbered my wet tongue over the palm of his gloved hand. Taking my time to suck on his index and middle finger, making them nice and wet.

While the fingers disappeared deep in my ass, I sighed hornily, “Shit… Is everything you wear today made of leather?…” I muttered, impressed.
“Nope… This condom is made of rubber… But we can take that off if you want to feel my own leather ripping you a new one…” smirked Horner nastily. He had deftly ripped the packet open and rolled it on with one hand. Stretching it tight over the shaft.
“No change, buster!… Besides, this is all a bit nasty… Just lube it up good and go…” I started to say. But Rick cut across me.
“Yeah… Yeah… I’ll get it… I’ll open you up nice and slow… Put your hand on the toilet and bend over…“

“What are you going to…?… Ooohhh… Fuck… Yeah, that feels SO fucking nice… Next time shave, though… Your stubble prickles…” I grunted in pleasure as I felt Horner lick my rosebutt.
“Any more demands?… Sir?…” chuckled Rick.
“Ha, Yeah, I have a few… For one… I am okay with the full leather punk look… But tone it down a bit… You scare even the tough guys… Lose the vest… And if you have any spare leather’s… I’d like some… Or at least tell me where you got that cool jacket from… But for now… Lube up and try me on for size… Sir…“

“That… Fuck… Yeah… I’d like that… And just keep talking to me, Patrick… Tell me if it hurts too much…” moaned Horner sweetly. Raising himself up behind me. Squirting some lube over his prancing cock and spreading it with a couple of fingers. Those fingers disappeared into my waiting hole with ease. It did not hurt as I had anticipated it would. I only jumped because Horner was moving quickly and deliberately. Rick bent his knees to reposition himself. Pressing a hand on the small of my back to lower my ass to his preferred height.

“Patrick… Uhmmm… Do you want me to stick it in fast and get it over with?… Or do you want me to slowly… ” asked Rick uncharacteristically gentile.
“Oh… Fuck… Stick it in already… We only have 5 minutes left… Besides, I got a dildo wider than yours… Just don’t go down all the way… Let me get used to it first… HOLY HELL… Fuck that’s… Hell, that’s big!… Arghh… Oh… Man… Shit!… Slow down a sec, Horner… Let it sit there for a moment… Pffff… Ha… Not what I had expected!…” I breathed painfully.

“Nice tight ass man… Very fuckable… You okay, buddy?…” moaned Horner lustfully.
“Yeah… Hold on, though!… Let me slide back on it in my own tempo… Then you can do your thing…” I adjusted as best I could and pushed my ass to Rick’s hips. I could feel the smooth leather of his jeans pressed up against my thighs as I slowly rotated my ass over his shaft.
“Fucking hell!… Nearly there… That’s it… I am all the way inside you… You okay?…” asked Rick again as he heard me give a particularly painful grunt. “Not many guys take these 23 centimeters as well as you do… Nice one, man… Shit, you’re ass looks so bloody hot on my cock, Patrick…” gasped Horner.

Slowly I pulled myself off. Leaving only his bulbous glans inside my puckered backdoor. I braised myself on the cistern and looked over my shoulder. 
“Okay, fucker… Squirt some more lube on that thing and push it back in… SLOWLY, though!… I’ll tell you when you can speed up a bit… This is about as much as I can handle, though… Sorry…” I muttered. Biting my lip in pain and naughty pleasure. Relieved that no one could walk in on us.

“Ha… Well, this was not what I had expected… Nice though… Brace yourself… Here goes nothing… Hmmm… Yeah!…“
“Shit, your so deep, Ricky…“
“Don’t call me that, bitch!…” Horner smacked the back of my head in playful anger.
“Oh, shut up!… Just be glad I don’t make you pay for a full leather outfit… Ride that ass… And blow up that balloon in there…“
“You just be grateful I don’t yank it off and breed you!… Nasty boy!…” called Rick.

“Ha… do it nicely, and maybe next time I’ll let you dress me up in leather and breed me a couple of rounds…” I said nastily.
“Next time?… Really?…” said Horner incredulously.
“Yeah… This is painful but in a nice way… I would not mind a repeat… Go on… Fuck that geek ass… Dump that load already…” I urged Rick.
“You want it?…” asked Rick Horner, “… okay… but it will get a lot rougher!…” 

He wasn’t kidding. Horner started pounding my ass like a jackrabbit on steroids. But I muttered, “… Go for it!… Fill that ass… Dump that load… Can’t have you walking around with an itchy cock all day now, can we?… Bloody hell… Fuck I feel that thing throbbing…“
“Oh, man… Here it comes… I want to pull the rubber off and fill your ass…“
“We don’t have time!… Next time… I promise…” I said. Hoping against hope there would be a next time.
“Oh… Shit… Arghh… I am cumming… Fuck… Yeah… Tight hot ass… Oh… Arghh… Pfff… Mmmm… Nice…” barked Horner as he unloaded his nut into the condom. Choking me half to death with gloved fingers around my throat.

The bell rang, and I pushed the exhausted man out of my ass. I yanked up my pants and adjusted my clothes as I grabbed my backpack off the bathroom floor. Checking myself in the cracked mirror. My face was a little blotchy and red. And my hair needed to be combed. But other than that, no one would know what just happened… And that was fine by me. Although, when I walked past Mister Pool, our homeroom and maths teacher, I heard him sniff the air around me. It made me sit at a table a few more rows back from his desk than usual. Did he know? Did he suspect something? Was I kidding myself and my guilty conscience?

I did not see the badass fucking bully that day. Nor the next couple of days. Even his mates had no clue why he had stopped coming to school.
Although, when he finally did return to school, the man completely ignored me. Horner had cleaned up his act, though. He got a haircut, and he shaved. Still wearing the buff leather jacket and the Palestine shawl. But the rest of his outfit was – for his style – very understated. Gray Camo work pants and plain polished shoes. The first guy that asked why he changed his look got a face full of fist. Earning him a brilliantly black eye. I raised my eyebrows in surprise when Rick walked past me after the very public attack. But no one dared to question his new look.

After one of our practical classes, we put our tools away. Horner’s tool locker was near mine. I looked at him and gave him an appraising look.
“Yup… that’s the look I could go for… Not so scary now… If only I had the courage to… Oh, well… Never mind me… Cool look, Sir…” What made me call him Sir, I don’t know, but it made Rick grin knowingly. Mouthing under his breath, “… Homo!…” with a dirty smile.
“Ha…” I laughed softly, “… Look who’s talking…“

Sadly that was the last thing I said to him. Rick Horner did not return after the Christmas holidays. Apparently, Rick had found a job. The job market in the middle of the 80s was very slow. So the only reason Horner stayed at school was to bide his time.
That day, when it was time to go home, I picked up my coat from the cloakroom as usual. However, someone had tampered with it. At first glance, nothing was wrong with it. Only when I put it on did I notice a few things left in the pockets that weren’t mine.

And I had a good idea who left their stuff in my blazer jacket. It was Rick Horner. The fucker had endowed his fingerless gloves, his studded wrist band, and spiked cockring to me. As well as a personal letter. Grossly, it also held the torn rubber he had worn on our first and only encounter. The man had bred me, after all! In the letter, he apologized. And told me I had been the best thing that had ever happened to him at our Technical Middle School. He wished me well and told me to buy a full leather outfit with chaps and harness and to come look him up sometime. 

Horner was right, of course. It was stupid not to do so. I never met up with him again. Our brief encounter instilled a bit more confidence in me, though. I stopped giving a shit what others thought of me or how I looked. During our last school year, we entered our work experience periods. Inturning at different companies to get more practical education. Working 4 days. And studying 1 day a week. By then, I had plucked up the courage to leave home and build my own life. Not that I dared to get an outfit like Rick Horner’s. But I kept enjoying looking at the men who did.

Stupidly. Nowadays, I only wear my vintage biker jacket. Heck, If I feel like it – and the weather is right – I also wear my leather jeans to cruise down the glory hole arcades in Amsterdam. Anonymous gay sex in leather is great. Risky but great. The tough leather outfit really helps. Although the younger men all assume I am some kind of master. I never got the hang of that, though.
And I should have and could have done this much earlier. If only I had the balls to do so back then. 

Enjoy your life… Whatever you are into. For me, it’s a foul-mouthed dirty-talking ruffian, wearing a biker jacket and boots, that does the trick.

To each his own…

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(C) StrykerJ – 07-2023

Outside?! I felt another wave of shock and embarrassment Floyd through my body as I blushed harder. Chuck turned and walked out my back door to my backyard as he called over his shoulder “ Grab that dildo and bring it with you”. 

I was left standing there with a raging hardon, suction cups on my nips, a ball stretcher and the hardest boner I have ever sported. I thought about abandoning the fantasy as I stood there. Chuck had walked out the double French doors to my patio area and disappeared around the corner. I looked down at my cock, back at the front door and then out to my pool area. I guess being horny got the best of me. I reached up and slid the dildo off the counter, grabbed the bottle of lube and walked after Chuck. As I stepped out onto the patio quickly looked around for Chuck and realized he was at the edge of my yard and stepping out onto my dock.

The sun was starting to get low in the sky but it was still broad daylight. Once he was out on the dock he turned and looked back my way and made eye contact. As he continued to start without saying anything the embarrassment flashed through me again. I just stood there in full view holding my dildo and bottle of lube. He just continued to stare and not say a thing. I wasn’t sure what to do. Did I read this wrong? Was he waiting on me to walk to him? Should I go back in the house? A million things raced through my head. Then I watched him reach into his pock and pull out his phone. He raised the phone up and looked at what must have been a text. After a second, he started to text back. After what seemed like forever he glanced up and said “ are you coming?” And then looked back down to start texting more. 

I jumped as his words and then found myself walking towards him and the dock. I got to the edge to the shrubs wall and hesitated to step out onto the dock where i would lose all cover of the shrubs. All privacy would be gone and I couldn’t remember exactly how exposed I would be in either direction on the water. Chuck paused texting again and then glanced up to say “ well come on..none of the neighbors can see you”. I took a hesitant step out onto the dock and looked both ways down the waterway. To one side, all I could see was the empty dock sticking out behind Chucks house. The other way was a bend in the water way that turned around a corner with no other houses in sight. I relaxed a little and then looked back at Chuck as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

He walked over to me and put his hand on the back of my neck and directed me further out onto the dock. He walked me all the way to the edge as far as I could go and then stopped. Still standing behind me, he reached around me and took the dildo from my hand. He held it out in front of me and said “ squirt some of the lube on the tip”. I popped the top of the bottle and did as he said. Then I watched the dildo disappear behind me. A moment later I felt the cool slick tip slid between my muscular ass cheeks, perfectly inline with my hole. He made a few probing motions until the slicked tip slid all the way home to touch my pucker. This got a groan out of me.

With my cheeks well lubed he slid the dildo tip all the way out and then all the way back in until it just started to stretch my pucker. Then he pulled it out and held it back in front of me and said “ more lube” …I added more lube. Then it disappeared behind me and began the slow probing again for a few minutes. Then he held it back in front of me “more lube”. then back behind me to continue probing. A little deeper each time. More Lube. A little deeper. More lube. He had worked me to a point that with each probe it would stretch my hole all the way to the point JUST before the head of the dildo might pop inside. He was just working my hole to the widest point without giving me the satisfaction of it slipping all the way inside.

He continued to tease my hole like this…”more lube” …more probing. Over and over until my legs were shaking. I started to push back into his probing in an attempt to slid the dildo all the way in. I was basically begging him to fuck me. His voice startled me when he leaned close to my ear and said “set the lube down.”

With the dildo firmly at my hole, I bent over and set the bottle down. As I stood back up he said “ reach back and spread your cheeks for me” I did as he said as I stared out across the water and focused on the feeling of the dildo tip stretching and playing with my hole. 

I stood there with my hard dick basically hanging out over the edge of the dock, spreading my cheeks and let Chuck continue the slow torture of my hole. The he said “ bend forward a little” and I did as he said. This position ensured he had an unobstructed view of my hole as he teased it. He would stretch the entrance to my hole a few times and then pull the dildo all the way out. Then back again. When he would pull the dildo away it was like my hole was still wide open and then the warm air would slowly cause it to pucker. He stretched it, then pulled away, stretched it, then pulled away. Then without warning I heard hip spit and instantly felt it hit my hole. Then the dildo was back. Stretch. Pull back. Spit. Over and over. He was using his spit to add slickness to the lube. All the time never giving me the satisfaction of actually getting fucked. Just teased.

I was so sexed up,I didn’t think I could take anymore. His torture had me groaning with every “almost” entry at my hole. My legs were shaking along with my whole body. Chuck leaned up to my ear again while he probed and said “ do you want your hole pounded?” I instantly said “yes, fuck, please pound my hole”. Chuck laughed quietly and said “ say that again, that made my dick hard” . So i said it again. Then he said. “ Ok, I don’t want you to fall in, so get down on your hands and knees. I did what  he said. “ Ok, now spread your knees and arch your back so I can see your hole good.” I did as he asked and the spitting and probing began again. Chuck knelt down and continued to spit on my hole as he teased the opening. Over and over and over again. He had worked me up to a point that my asshole wasn’t event resisting each time he stretched it to the limit. Then without notice he spit, stretched my hole and continued a slow push deeper as the tip slid deep inside. He let the pressure firm as the dildo slid deeper. Then he reached around and took the lube bottle and squeezed it onto my hole stretched around the toy. I could feel the lube run from the top of my hole, around the toy and then down my balls pulled tight in the ball stretcher. That was a lot of lube! Then he slowly pulled the dildo all the way out until the tip slid free and then right back in…a slow steady push as deep as it would go. Then slowly all the way out. Then slowly all the way back in until I could feel the fake balls on the dildo touch my ass. Then slowly out and then in and then out and in. 

He was giving me the deep dickin’ of my life and I was LOVING it!

I was grunting and arching my back with my head hanging limp over the edge of the dock as he slow fucked my hole. Once he had my whole body fucking in time with his plunges, he started to pick up the pace. Faster and and faster. I matched his speed of deep plunges pushing my ass into the dildo and grunting with each thrust. 

The sex fantasy was fractured when he said “damn! You like getting whored out in public! Come on pig, fuck that dildo!” Then he pulled out and spit on my gaping hole and plunged the toy balls deep again. I was worked up into frenzy but also realized I was on the edge of my dock letting a fully clothed stranger fuck my hole like a sex doll. I felt my face flush and stopped my bucking. He didn’t miss a beat and continued to pound my slick sloppy hole. In my flash of clarity I could hear the vulgar sounds the toy was making as the ton of lube squished and sucked with each thrust. My body was covered in sweat and I couldn’t remember how long this had been going on.

The embarrassment slammed into me like a sledge hammer, but it was like Chuck was in my head. He said, “I know you are embarrassed, but don’t  stop now!” Then he grabbed my dick from behind and pulled it back between my legs. It was slick from the lube drooling down my ass and he began to milk my dick in time with the pounding. I thought I would cum instantly. All my focus shifted to my sensitive dick and my hole pounding became secondary. He milked my dick faster and faster in time with the plunges until I was worked back up into a frenzy. But know he continued a slow stream of dirty talk to make me feel both embarrassed and dying to cum at the same time. 

I was getting close to Cumming and I think Chuck could tell. His attention shifted to pounding my hole and he let go of my dick. He said “ can you cum hands free  for me piggy?” He continued pounding my hole and I was right on the verge of cumming but couldn’t quite make it with the pounding of my hole. So my dick was just bobbing between my legs slinging streams of pre-cum. 

My hands and knees were firmly planted on the dock, and I was focused on looking down between my legs at my bobbing dick and trying to will an orgasm. It took me a minute to realize I was hearing water splash. I was grunting with each plunge as I raised my head to see two kayakers slowly sliding towards us across the water. They were starting straight at my predicament with huge smiles on their faces. Both looked like gym bros, not shirts, muscles everywhere. As they slid right up to the dock, Chuck said “ one minute boys…we are almost done here.” Then Chuck grabbed my dick and began milking me fast and furious. “Cum for me piggy..you are so close…don’t stop now!”

It was too late and I felt the first electric shock wave ride my full body. The orgasm was beyond the point of return. My head snapped down to look at my dick between my legs and then popped back up to make direct eye contact with the new strangers as the first shot of cum rocketed out of my dick. Almost in perfect time as the slid up and each placed a hand on the edge of the dock. They were basically looking right up into my face as the orgasm gripped me and a second shot of cum splatted on the dock. The sloppy hole fucking continued and they watched me cum burst after burst. Embarrassment slapped me but I couldn’t stop the bucking, fucking and grunting.

After the fifth or six shot of cum Chuck let go of my dick and continued the pounding of my hole. My dick continued to ooze cum onto the dock as the orgasm faded away. I was left with shock as these new guys watched Chuck pounding my hole.

The without notice, Chuck stood up but left the dildo buried balls deep in my hole. He said “ Dude, it was great to meet you. You just come on over next door anytime you want us to work that hole for ya. Oh, by the way, these are my buddies. Rick and Ashton. Rick reached up and stuck out his hand to shake. I was in utter shock and instinctually reach out and took his hand. He shook it for longer than needed while Ashton repositioned himself to get closer. The he reached his hand out as Rick let go so he could start shaking my hand. 

My mind was racing. My face bright red. As I shook these strangers hands with a dildo sticking out of my ass, nipple suction cups, ball stretcher and all.

When Ashton finally let go of my hand, Chuck said. “ I gotta run, but let’s do this again soon.” Then he plucked the dildo quickly out of my ass and tossed it on the dock next to me. He slapped my ass and turned to walk back into my yard and back into the house. I scrambled to my feet, dick still hard, grabbed the dildo and lube and then rushed to follow as Rick and Ashton smiled and stared.

I entered the kitchen just in time to watch the front door close behind Chuck as he left.

What just happened?

Did I really just whore myself out to my new neighbor? 

How would I ever look him in the face again…..

I caught my reflection in the large mirror against the wall and a flood of embarrassment crashed into me again.