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Showering together, Brad and Ken were glad they had the locker room to themselves.  Lathering each other up, they washed away the aftermath of their recent lovemaking.  Emotions evident through their new connection, their bodies reacted, desiring to be joined as their minds were. Reluctantly, they reigned in their urges, hurrying to appease the near-constant grumbling of Ken’s stomach. Chuckling every time he heard the cavernous rumble, Brad rubbed his soapy hands over Ken’s tight abs.

While dressing, Ken asked, “Okay, where are we gonna’ eat, B? I could eat a fuckin’ horse.”

“It’ll take a few minutes to get there, but I have the perfect place.”

Walking to the car, Brad kept an arm around Ken’s shoulders, not wanting the physical contact to end. Leaning in, he kissed Ken’s stubbled cheek and whispered in his ear, “No peeking, I want it to be a surprise.”

Their emotions, open through the link, were like a drug, and Ken’s smile at Brad’s comment brought about an indescribable warmth in Brad. Hopping in Ken’s Explorer, Brad drove as usual. It felt nice to be together, shooting the shit and making small talk. There was nothing to hide, but neither man brought up the events of the last few months, wanting to move past that dark time. There would be plenty of time to remember and work through everything, but for the present, they wanted a semblance of normality.

Glancing at Ken while he drove, Brad was struck again at how incredibly handsome he was; the way he filled out his jeans and t-shirt, his clothes hinting at the body underneath but not so tight as to be showing off, and the sunglasses pushing him over the top. Ken’s jaw already showed a five o’clock shadow, and the scruff just elevated his looks.

It was a huge turn on to Brad, and a testament to Ken’s character, how casual and unassuming he was about his looks. Ruggedly handsome, everyone around Ken always looked twice. Brad seldom paid attention, but people often reacted the same way towards him. Seeing Ken in his sunglasses reminded Brad they needed to replace the broken, shattered aviator glasses Ken lost the night of his abduction. They were his favorite pair, and he looked great in them.

Shortly after pulling out of the lab Ken reached over and held Brad’s hand, playing with it the entire trip, fiddling with his fingers, rubbing his thumb across the back, or just gripping it firmly. With his higher body temperature Ken’s hands were warm, and the physical touch coupled with their new emotional connection was intoxicating.

When Brad turned onto Hwy 141 Ken knew where they were headed, and a smile appeared on his face. Squeezing Brad’s hand tighter, he blurted out, “Fuck yeah, B! Man, you always pick the best places!”

Brad loved seeing the little kid in Ken come out when he was happy, and the smile on his face made the drive worthwhile. In another few minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of Stony Creek, Ken’s favorite steakhouse. After a massive lunch of salad, steak, baked potato, bread, beer, and cheesecake, Brad was about to explode. Still hungry, and much to the amazement of their server, Ken ordered a third ribeye.

Even with their minds touching during their meal, Ken rubbed their legs together under the table, craving the physical contact. The two men rarely made overt shows of public affection, but after recent events and their newfound intimacy, neither of them cared about keeping their relationship on the down-low.

On the drive home Ken stretched out an arm, resting his hand on the back of Brad’s neck, gingerly running his fingers through Brad’s short blond hair. Periodically, his hand lowered, kneading Brad’s neck or running the back of his finger across the growth on Brad’s unshaven cheek, fully aware of the effect of his touch. If the tightness in Brad’s shorts wasn’t enough evidence, he felt Brad’s excitement as though it were his own.

Parking in the garage, before Ken pulled his hand back, Brad drew him into a long kiss, and before separating, gave Ken a quick peck on his forehead before getting out of the car.

“It feels good to be home, Ken, just you and me. I love the doc and all the guys, but I need me some Ken time, and right now I don’t feel like sharing.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Let’s change and hit the pool.”

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Minutes later, after donning their swim trunks, they jumped into the pool. Still summer, with the temperature in the upper 90’s, the water felt crisp and refreshing. Using floats, or in Ken’s case multiple floats, they relaxed and lounged in the water.

Staying close, Brad kept his legs loosely around Ken’s waist so they faced one another, lazily soaking up the sun. Ken scooted them even closer so he could hold Brad’s hand like he did when they drove. For over an hour they drifted in silence, relaxing in each other’s presence, their minds and bodies touching.

The backyard silent except for an occasional breeze or the lapping of the water against the floats, the only time they separated was to get beer or go to the bathroom.

On his next beer run, Ken decided to shake things up a little. As he came out of the house, he ran, leaping high into the air and doing a full 360 before landing in a cannonball inches from Brad with his 420-lb. body, completely capsizing him. Ken tried to hide his intent, but his excitement leaked through, giving Brad just enough warning to take a quick breath before he went under. Laughing, he popped out of the water, ready to retaliate.

They were starting to roughhouse when Brad said, “Wait a minute! Come over here.”

Ken stopped splashing him and moved to the edge of the pool, where Brad patted his hand on the concrete.

“Get your ass up here.”

Ken turned around, hopping backward and catching the edge of the pool to lift himself up.  Supporting his weight tightened his arms and chest, and the sight of his tanned body, muscles glistening and wet, started Brad’s libido. Moving between Ken’s thighs while keeping eye contact, Brad started untying Ken’s bathing suit.

Grinning, Ken asked, “B, what’re you doin? It’s broad daylight!”

Grinning back, his eyes squinted in the bright sun, Brad asked, “So, what’s your point?”

His rapidly growing erection now freed from his trunks, Ken laughingly said, “I think you’re about to find out!”

“Just lean back and relax.”

Ken lifted his hips, allowing Brad to pull his swim trunks completely off. The sensation of being outside in the fresh air and hot sun, totally naked with Brad added to Ken’s increasing excitement. Even with the sex they had before lunch Ken was ready, and at Brad’s touch he reached his full length in a matter of seconds.

Firmly gripping Ken’s erection, Brad murmured, “Mmmm, chlorine dick, my fave!”

Steadying himself on Ken’s thighs, Brad took Ken into his mouth.  Intimately familiar with Ken’s pleasure buttons, Brad used his knowledge to full effect, knowing just where and how to touch him. 

Throwing his head back in pleasure, Ken moaned, “Oh, fuck yeah, B.”

Leaning back on an elbow, Ken’s other hand caressed Brad’s head, running his fingers through his short, wet hair.

It wasn’t long before Brad was breathing hard and sweating from his efforts and the hot sun on his shoulders. Leaning forward, Ken moved his hand down to rub Brad’s shoulders, kneading his muscles while continuing to moan, letting Brad know how good it felt.

Encouraged by Ken’s reactions, Brad finally decided to take them both over the edge. He had a plan for later that evening, and needed to get Ken off for the strength boost.

Not wanting to pull off to talk, Brad thought: Hey douche bag, are you forgetting something?

Ken grinned, and their eyes briefly turned white. Suddenly, Brad felt the effects of his efforts on himself as Ken’s excitement became his, taking him to the brink of an intense orgasm.

With their nervous systems joined, it was impossible to hold back any longer.  Placing his hands on Ken’s chest, Brad squeezed firmly, knowing it would trigger Ken’s orgasm.  He also wanted to feel the reaction in Ken’s body as he got off.

Brad had a hard time not squirming as his body attempted to mirror Ken’s reaction. The best part was it wasn’t like touching himself, it was like Ken touching him, and it amplified everything.

Throwing back his head, eyes shut tight, Ken’s breath came in short gasps of pleasure as he cried out, “Oh fuck B, fuck, AHHHHHH…!”

A fresh surge of strength filled Brad from taking Ken’s load, bringing an immediate awareness of his body and muscles to his conscious mind. The sensation was euphoric, almost like a drug, and he grinned inwardly, knowing he was now ready for Ken’s surprise later that night.

Brad kept Ken in his mouth until he went soft, riding out the last waves of his orgasm, and with a contented sigh, Ken said, “Fuck, B, no one can do that to me like you can.”

Reaching down, Ken put his hands under Brad’s armpits, effortlessly lifting him out of the pool and on top of him. He grinned knowingly at the warm spot on Brad’s trunks against his leg and hugged Brad tightly against him. The two big men kissed and cuddled in the hot sun until the hard concrete became too uncomfortable.

As they stood up, Ken reached for Brad’s trunks, but Brad stopped him.  

“Let’s wait a bit, Ken. I got off with you, and besides, I have a plan for a little later.”

Tapping his temple, Brad said, “Promise you won’t peek.”

Raking his eyes over Brad’s wet body, with a lewd grin, he said, “Fuck, B, I don’t need ‘ta look on the inside. Right now, the outside is plenty good enough ‘ta keep me occupied.”

Going into the house, they rinsed off in the shower and put on dry shorts. It was a warm day, so they stayed shirtless.

To appease Ken’s increased metabolism, Brad made him a second lunch, while Ken found a movie on Pay-Per-View and got on the couch to get it started. Snuggling against him, Brad rested his head on Ken’s chest with his lower half wrapped up in Ken’s legs.

By the end of the movie, they had both gotten up at least once to go to the bathroom and get drinks, so their positions ended up reversed with Ken’s head and shoulders on Brad’s lap. Typically Ken was too heavy, but amped up from their last bout of sex, Brad loved Ken resting on him. As they reclined together, finishing the movie, Brad gently ran one hand through Ken’s hair, with his other hand resting on Ken’s bare chest.

When the movie ended Ken wasn’t tired, but he was so relaxed from Brad’s ministrations he almost slurred his words.

“Fuck B, your hands feel nice. You’re too good ‘ta me.”

“Don’t get too relaxed; I still have a surprise for you!”

“B, I feel horrible. All you’ve done today is take care ‘a me, and I’ve been a big slug. I need ‘ta take care of you too.”

“We aren’t keeping score Ken; you know that. After all we’ve been through, I want you to know how much you mean to me. Now that we can merge, we never have to doubt each other again, and the only reason we aren’t deeper in each other’s heads is because I want to surprise you.”

Leaning over, Brad kissed Ken’s forehead, saying, “After that, I have a date inside this handsome head of yours.”

Ken looked up, making eye contact, and said, “B, I thought I was happy bein’ with you before, but now… I don’t know… I feel like we were stumblin’ around in the dark. I don’t know how normal people make it day in and day out bein’ closed off from each other.”

Brad continued brushing the hair off Ken’s forehead and rubbing his chest while they talked.

“Don’t think too much about it, Ken, at least not right now. I have a feeling the doc planned this from the beginning. It would be an entirely different world if there were no lies; if there couldn’t be any lies. It would still be harsh and sad, and people would still be assholes, just honest assholes, but I think if everyone felt what we do, it would bring humanity up to a new level and give us a real chance at a future.”

Grinning, Ken said, “Fuck me, you’re talkin’ smart again. Should I be worried?”

Pinching one of Ken’s nipples in response, Brad chuckled.

“You’re such a douche.”

Ken’s big cocky grin appeared as he looked up, melting Brad’s heart, asking, “But I’m a lovable douche, right?”

“God, I hate to admit it, but yeah, you are.”

They stayed on the couch, quiet and content to be together, and after a few minutes their breathing slowed as both men drifted off to sleep.

Brad woke first and noticed how late it was getting, so he woke Ken, and they went to the kitchen to make dinner. Brad cooked, and Ken cleaned; another part of their routine they were happy to get back into.

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Once the last of the pots and pans were dried and put away, Ken asked, “Okay, so what’s this about a surprise.”

Moving close, Brad put his arms around Ken’s shoulders, pulling him in for a long kiss. When he broke it off, he took Ken’s hand and said, “Come with me.”

Brad led him down the hall to the spare bedroom, which was mostly empty except for a bookshelf, some free weights on a rack, and an old floor-standing punching bag. Standing in the center of the room, with a solemn look on his face, Brad faced Ken, gripping his shoulders, kneading them, never tiring of the warmth and solidity of his body or the softness of his skin. Brad stared long enough to elicit a nervous smile from Ken, and his brow furrowed.

“B, what…?”

Brad put a finger to Ken’s lips.

“Shhhhhhh”

Another moment passed, and Ken, his voice serious, asked, “Should I be worried?”

Brad’s answer was slow to come, but he finally replied, “No. I think you’ll like this.”

Ken noticed a shift in Brad’s eyes and body language, suddenly finding him difficult to read.

“Ken, you trust me, right?”

“Of course I do, B. With my life, you know that.”

“And you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?”

“B, what’re you gettin’ at? You’re scarin’ me.”

“When we merged that first time, it caught us both by surprise. It was painful and beautiful, and we fell in love with each other all over again. While I was in your mind… Well, I saw things. Private things. We both did. One, in particular, was tucked pretty far away, and I know why you put it there.

“Seeing that thought, and some others, hurt, because I realize I haven’t met some of your needs. You kept it hidden, even from yourself, because you never thought it a possibility, but things are different now, and I can take you to that place and be the person you need me to be.”

Removing his hands from Ken’s shoulders, Brad cupped his face firmly with both hands, running his thumbs across the stubble on Ken’s cheeks.

“If you don’t want me to do this, I’ll stop. If at any point you want me to quit, just think it, and I’ll know, but if you go with me on this, I will fulfill a need you never thought possible.

“You don’t have to say anything, just nod your head if you want to continue, yes or no, and know that I won’t be disappointed or hurt if you say ‘no.’ You know how much I love you, and nothing can or ever will change that.”

The intensity of Brad’s emotions bled through his touch, eliciting a nervous tightness in Ken’s stomach like a kid who knows he’s about to get laid for the first time and is so scared and excited he can hardly stand it.

Nodding his head ‘yes, ‘ Ken was rock hard.

Brad smiled.

“Alright, this is what’s going to happen. First, we’re going to wrestle. If you pin me, you can do whatever you want to me, but if I win, I get to do whatever I want to you, and you better not hold back, fucker, or I’ll know.”

The change in Brad’s demeanor became apparent right away. His back straightened, his broad shoulders squared back, and a confident, commanding look appeared on his face. Ken had no problem reading his body language now… Brad was focused and prepared to fight.

Stepping back, Brad planted his legs in a balanced stance, holding his hands up. Ken hesitated, not wanting to hurt him, but put his hands up so their fingers could intertwine.

Unexpectedly, Brad jerked him forward into a side headlock, plastering Ken’s face against his ribcage. Ken’s combat instincts took over, and he tried to sweep Brad’s leg to get him on the floor.

As a SEAL, Brad had the same training as Ken, and he was charged up from their earlier sex.  Brad blocked the sweep and spun around, lifting Ken and slamming him down onto the carpet. The house shook from the impact, and a loud “Oomph!” escaped Ken as he landed on his back.

“Come on, Ken! I’m going to kick your ass anyway, but don’t let me! Make me!”

Brad backed off to let Ken get up, and as he stood, he shrugged his heavy shoulders, cracking his neck and loosening himself up.

With a grin, he said, “Okay, B, you’re askin’ for it, fucker. No more mister nice guy.”

The match lasted nearly an hour. Ken quickly realized with Brad charged up so much more than he used to be, he was very likely Ken’s equal. Loving the feel of muscle on muscle, Ken became more and more turned on as they sweated from their exertions. He kept catching glimpses in the mirrors on the closet doors of them locked together, muscles straining, cords and veins showing, and their bodies shining with sweat.

Their hard bodies grappling, the impact of their blows, the smells and sweat as they pitted themselves against one another as men, aroused something in Ken. The fact it was Brad magnified everything, and he lost himself in what was happening.

The longer the match continued, the more Ken realized Brad was right about him wanting this. No, not wanting; he needed Brad to be his equal, perhaps even his superior. Brad was an excellent fighter, and at that moment, not only was he a match for Ken, but motivated to win.

Ever since they first met, Ken held a deep-rooted fear of hurting Brad.  With his strength he always had to keep himself in check, and the freedom to pit himself against Brad affected him down to his core.

Both men breathed hard, looking for an opening to pin the other. Evenly matched in skill, Ken decided to try and overpower Brad. As they circled each other, Ken raised his hands with his fingers spread in a classic test of strength, nodding for Brad to do the same. 

Without hesitation, Brad locked their hands together, and the two men began to flex and strain. At first, their hands were above their heads, but their arms quickly lowered as each man fought for leverage.

Ken wanted to force Brad down on his knees and was surprised when he stayed up. Shaking and straining, he held his ground, and as their hands lowered, their bodies moved closer together.

Inching his way forward, Brad lightly brushed his straining chest against Ken’s. As turned on as Ken was, especially with his heightened senses, Brad knew the effect his chest hair would have on Ken. They made eye contact, and Brad grinned.

Ken had been on the verge of an intense orgasm the entire match. On top of what Brad was doing to him, the emotional impact elicited with every touch of their bare skin, was something he never encountered before.

When their chests touched, the sensation of Brad’s chest hair against his skin sent Ken over the edge, triggering his orgasm. Brad took full advantage of the distraction as Ken was momentarily overcome by the intense pleasure, head-butting him in his solar plexus and knocking the wind out of him. On top of Ken in a flash, Brad pinned his shoulders to the carpet.

His hands on either side of Ken’s face, Brad leaned over him, and Ken felt every bead of Brad’s sweat dripping on him.  Their chests heaving, each man sucked in air, recovering while Ken’s Mind and emotions reeled over what was happening.

Smiling, Brad whispered hotly in Ken’s ear, “Got you, fucker. I know you needed that, but this is only the beginning. Now, the fun really starts. Get up and take off your shorts.”

Ken stood, doing as he was told. Pulling down his shorts, still hard, his erection slapped against his tight stomach, beet red and dripping.

Pulling a futon out of the closet, Brad tossed it on the floor and grabbed some silk rope he had put in earlier.

“Get on your knees in the middle.  Spread your legs, put your hands behind your back, and cross your ankles.”

Ken, still in a fog, did as instructed. His reaction to Brad’s plan was off the charts, and his excitement wasn’t centered only on his erection, his whole body was aroused and trembling in anticipation.

Moving behind him, Brad tied his hands, then his feet, and linked the knots between them and his ankles, forcing an arch in his back, pushing his chest out.

Moving back in front, Brad stared in Ken’s eyes while his hands roamed over Ken’s shoulders and chest, relishing his physical strength, and warm, sweaty body.

After a moment, he leaned forward, his hot breath blowing against Ken’s ear and neck as he whispered, “Now I get to do whatever I want. Your body is mine, and your pleasure is mine. If I want to get you off, I can, or I can tease you until you beg for release.”

 Heat radiated off Ken, a clear indication of how powerfully Brad’s efforts affected him. Brad had never seen Ken react like he was; his anticipation, need, and desire rippled through the link, telling Brad he was on the right track.

With Ken’s physical strength and density, there was no question of his day to day physical superiority, but they were partners and wanted equality in their relationship. Before they merged that first time, Brad never had a clue of Ken’s need for Brad to be his physical equal. As Brad surmised, it wasn’t possible, so Ken buried his desires.

They weren’t into bondage or S&M, but Brad pulled in the extra element this one time in hopes of fulfilling something he saw inside his lover. Standing up, Brad moved in front of Ken.

“Yeah, I know this turns you on. You can’t hide it.”

Reaching down, Brad gripped Ken’s erection, squeezing firmly. Throbbing in his hand, it matched the pounding of his heartbeat, so strong Brad saw the pulse in his neck.  Inhaling, Brad smelled the heat radiating off Ken, as well as his musky scent.

 Looking at his lover, Brad took in every detail, his skin slick with sweat and veins visible across his body. As excited as Ken, Brad maintained control; he had to for Ken, and his determination to be what Ken needed gave him the strength.

Ken didn’t make a sound, but he was more excited than he had ever been in his entire life. His body flushed, and his stomach held a cold ball of fire from the anticipation of what was coming next.

“You see, Ken, it’s not about getting you off. It’s about giving you what you need. You want to test your body. You have all this strength and power, all these big, beautiful muscles, yet you hardly ever get tested. You always have to hold back. There are only a few men on the planet who can stand against you, and right now, I’m one of them. The wrestling was fun, but that was just the beginning.”

As Brad spoke, he picked up a pair of padded leather boxing gloves from the floor, securing them around his wrists with the Velcro straps.

Rubbing the back of the gloves across Ken’s nipples, Ken sucked in his breath and arched his back, pushing his chest against the touch, hungry for it.

“I know you think you’re tough. Let’s see what you got.”

Unexpectedly, Brad stepped back and punched Ken as hard as he could on his chest with every bit of his enhanced strength. Ken jerked in surprise, but saw the next blow coming and instinctively tightened his body to absorb the shock. Ken’s chest felt like a steel plate, and if Brad wasn’t amped up, his hand might have broken from the impact. However, he was amped up, physically from their earlier lovemaking, and emotionally from fulfilling something special in his lover he could never have done before.

Using Ken as a punching bag, Brad rained down blows, pounding his chest and abs, even using his knees and forearms. Sweat flew off both men with each impact, and every strike increased Ken’s excitement.

Looking in Ken’s mind, Brad saw his state of unparalleled arousal, his thoughts nearly incoherent as emotions and sensations overpowered his conscious mind. Pushing his chest out and leaning into the blows, Ken pushed himself past any limits he thought he had.  

Brad kept it up until he was forced to stop and catch his breath. His hands ached from the continued impact against Ken’s dense body, and he was exhausting himself, even with his extra energy.

His head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open, Ken’s short hair was plastered against his head from sweat. His chest and stomach red from the blows, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his body trembled from the effort of keeping his muscles tensed for so long.

With every exhale, his abs contracted so tightly all eight abdominal ridges became clearly and deeply defined. His sweat-soaked body shone under the overhead light, radiating masculinity and physical beauty, and the vision of him took Brad’s breath away.

Looking at Ken’s naked form, to Brad he had never seemed so virile or desirable. Both men were on an emotional and physical high, and neither realized the wetness in their eyes from the intense intimacy over what was occurring between them.

Cupping Ken’s head in between his gloved hands, Brad forced Ken to look at him. Ken’s eyes opened, glazed and unfocused, still overwrought and having a hard time coming back from the place Brad took him.

Brad, unbelievably turned on by Ken’s reaction to his efforts, wanted to make sure Ken knew how much he got out of it as well. Seeing Ken as he was, naked and tied up, was about to send Brad over the edge. The most exciting thing to Brad, above the physical reaction, was knowing he was able to be who and what Ken needed him to be.

Pulling Ken’s face against his chest, Brad hugged him tight, squeezing with all the strength left in him. The heat and excitement between them were almost unbearable, but Brad backed off, kissing the top of Ken’s sweaty head as he did.

“Now, for the last part. If you want your revenge, now’s the time.”

Stripping off his gloves, Brad untied Ken, and dropped his shorts to the floor, showing Ken how excited he was. Finally able to let himself go, Brad put his hands on Ken’s chest and shoulders, pushing his reaction over everything into his lover through his touch.  Their breath caught, and their eyes, already red from sweat dripping into them, watered even more as fresh tears leaked when their emotions touched.

“I know you always have to hold back when we make love. Well, no more, Ken. I want you to take me as hard and fast as you have ever wanted to. You won’t hurt me, Ken, not tonight, or ever again. Squeeze me as tight as you’ve ever wanted to. I want to feel how strong you are, and I’m not afraid.”

Brad moved closer, looking directly into Ken’s eyes, searching for a sign that everything was alright. Ken’s Mind still reeled from the overwhelming sensations Brad brought out in him.  Brad gazed at Ken, looking so manly and hot, more powerful yet more vulnerable than ever.

Moving his hands to hold Ken’s face, he quietly asked, “Are you okay, Ken? Is this okay?”

His throat so tight with emotion he could barely talk, Ken’s voice cracked as he whispered, “B, I’ve never been more okay in my entire life.”

Hearing his words and knowing how deeply his efforts affected Ken, Brad threw his arms around Ken’s shoulders and jumped, wrapping his legs around Ken’s waist. Ken caught him like a child, cupping his ass cheeks with his hands.

The move put Ken at his opening, and he thrust forward, sliding into his lover as he came. The heat and tightness were too much, and he tensed, squeezing Brad so hard it would have cracked his spine if he wasn’t charged up. Brad clenched himself around Ken repeatedly, milking every drop, and with Ken’s first contraction renewed strength filled Brad as their DNA reacted.

Ken held their embrace until his contractions stopped and then continued, lifting Brad with every stroke, still fully pumped, with every muscle flexed tight in pleasure.

Brad lost himself in pleasure too, as Ken did everything he ever wanted but was afraid to. The heat between them, the sweat flying with each impact of their bodies, all culminated in a primal physical and emotional rut that was hotter than either of them ever imagined.

It was hours before Ken exhausted himself, and through it all, he felt more alive and full of love for Brad than ever. Finally spent, he collapsed on his lover. Brad’s eyes shut tight, he nuzzled his face against Ken’s neck, inhaling his heat and musk. Ken, in turn, rubbed his stubble covered cheek against Brad’s, hugging his lover back.

The only sound their harsh breathing, they held one another until both of them moaned, “Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” at the same time, which made them laugh.

Shaking in exhaustion, for the first time since the program, Ken felt weak as a kitten.

Extricating himself from underneath Ken, Brad whispered, “Stay here.”

He quickly returned with two sports drinks, handing one to Ken before plopping down beside him on the futon.

Sitting in silence, Brad stroked Ken’s chest, giving him time to recover and come back to himself.

After a few minutes, he broke the silence, saying, “Fuck Ken, I don’t know about you, but for me THAT was EPIC. If I ever have any doubts about your virility ever again, just remind me of tonight.”

Ken lay on his back, his arms and legs sprawled out, eyes open, but looking at nothing, his mind still reeling and coming back from the place Brad took him. Brad got beside him, propping his head up on one hand while his other hand roamed soothingly over Ken’s chest and abs, continuing to caress him.

Ken looked at Brad and tried to talk, but his throat closed up, and fresh tears leaked from his eyes. Unable to form the words, he spoke in Brad’s mind.

I love you with all my heart and soul, Brad Wilson. I thank God every day for you bein’ in my life. I can’t believe what you just did for me. That was the most amazin’ thing EVER.

Opening his mind and emotions, Ken filled Brad with all of him. Brad opened himself as well, embracing Ken, merging them completely, and they stayed together for hours, in each other’s arms and minds, awake and content, before finally drifting off to sleep.

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The doctor didn’t want Ken or Brad returning to work yet, preferring they take time off to relax and adjust to their new abilities. Barring any concerns or questions, he would wait to talk to them after they returned. His only specific request was not to try anything mental with the other guys yet.

Brad and Ken would still be at the lab nearly every day for Ken’s workout, and the doctor would be available if anything urgent came up they needed to talk about.

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Over the next few weeks, Ken and Brad woke every morning, going for their daily run. Brad accompanied Ken on his workout routine at the lab, which housed specific equipment for Ken and the other bodies. Brad belonged to a gym closer to their house since he worked out with standard weights, but made do at the lab to stay close to Ken and save time.

After their run they showered, and while dressing Ken noticed the seams of his tennis shoes coming apart. Weighing over 400 lbs., Ken went through shoes quickly. Ordinary shoes weren’t designed for his kind of weight, so he and Brad decided to make a trip to the nearby Mall of Georgia. They hadn’t gone shopping in a while, and Brad thought it would be nice to pick out some new clothes for both of them.

Public schools were out for the summer, and the midday crowd consisted of teenagers and moms with baby strollers.  As handsome and well-built men, Ken and Brad received numerous looks from girls and moms, and many from guys too, as they walked around. At first, Ken didn’t notice Brad getting quieter as they moved through the mall, and he seemed distracted while looking at shoes in The Foot Locker. 

Abruptly, he said, “Hey Ken, I have to hit the head. I’ll meet you at the carousel in the food court.”

Without waiting for a reply, he walked out quickly.   

Ken reached out with his mind to see if something was wrong, but either Brad was already out of range, or he dampened their link for some reason. It was still active but turned down to a bare minimum.

Ken thought maybe Brad had to piss badly and didn’t want the urge to spill over to him. Early on, they learned each of them could broadcast sensations to the other without meaning to, regarding bodily functions. If either of them were hungry or had to go to the bathroom, the other could mirror the sensation. Their control improved daily, but it still happened occasionally. Ken’s instincts didn’t indicate any physical danger, so he didn’t think much about it.

As usual, it took longer to find a pair of shoes than expected. The first few he liked weren’t available in his size, so he continued looking until he found something comfortable and suitable for jogging and working out that was available. Finally settling on a pair, just as he finished paying, his link with Brad severed. Their connection had become second nature, and Brad’s abrupt absence left an uncomfortable hole in him.

He and Brad didn’t stay in each other’s minds or even communicate mentally all the time, but they had come to rely on a sense of ‘togetherness,’ and Ken felt like he got punched in the gut when Brad’s presence vanished.

Rushing out of the store, Ken nearly ran over a couple of teenagers. The bathrooms were at the food court on the lower level, close to a carousel for kids they used as a meeting place if they ever had to split up, and Brad said he would meet Ken there.

Scanning the area, bustling with people, Ken didn’t see Brad anywhere. The noise level was outrageous, so calling out wouldn’t do any good. Rushing down the escalator, he made his way towards the restrooms and turning the corner into the men’s room, he found Brad on the floor with his back against the wall.

His first thought was ‘thank God he’s here,’ and his second was that while something was apparently wrong, Brad appeared to be physically okay. Quickly moving over, he knelt, putting a hand on Brad’s shoulder. His body visibly taut and his shirt soaked through with sweat, Brad looked white as a sheet, and he flinched at the contact but didn’t look up.

Keeping his voice low and steady, Ken asked, “B, what’s goin on? Talk ‘ta me. What’s the matter?”

Raising his head with a confused, distant look on his face, Brad stared through Ken like he wasn’t there. Not knowing what else to do, Ken took Brad’s face between his hands, trying to force Brad to look directly at him.

“B, focus, man! You’re scarin’ me! It’s Ken!”

His voice filled with relief, Brad said, “Ken? Oh, fuck!”

Brad launched himself at Ken, grabbing and squeezing tightly, almost desperately.

“It’s okay, B. I got you, I got you.”

Pulling Brad close, Ken held him, rubbing a hand up and down his back and giving him time to snap out of whatever was happening. With the physical contact, Ken reached out with his mind but met resistance. He pushed through but was stunned as thousands of loud voices, jumbled and talking over one another, filled his mind. Shocked and surprised, he rebounded out of Brad’s mind from the blinding pain. The chaos of seeing through thousands of eyes at once, coupled with the emotions, deceit, and worst of all the brokenness, overwhelmed him.

Breathing hard and seeing spots from even the brief exposure, Ken knew Brad felt everything more acutely than he did, so what he was experiencing must be unbearable.

“Fuck, I gotta get you outta here!”

Ken knew what was going on but didn’t understand how it could have happened. Somehow, the thoughts and feelings of all the people in the mall were inundating Brad’s mind all at once. The problem was the number of people in the mall, and getting Brad through them to get him out. He wasn’t sure if Brad could walk and didn’t want to draw attention by carrying him.

“Ken, I can’t hold them off! There’s too many! They’re so loud! Fuck! The lies and hate, the cruelty and brokenness… it’s… really… painful! I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“B, look at me! Look at me!”

Ken shook Brad, and slapped him, trying to get him to focus.

“Listen ‘ta me, B! Listen ‘ta my voice and focus on me. I got an idea. Look at me and concentrate. We’re gonna figure this shit out.”

The sound of Ken’s voice helped Brad focus, and his eyes lost some of their detachment.

“There’s so many, Ken, it’s hard to hear you…”

Brad was the source of their mental connection, just as Ken was responsible for the physical connection, and Ken remembered how Brad made the construct of the river, that small piece of reality in his mind he used to imprison the creature that almost killed them both. Ken didn’t have the power to do anything on that scale, but after being connected to Brad, his mind had grown. He could initiate their connection when they were close and touching like they were.

Ken heard some teenagers coming down the hallway to the bathroom, talking loudly and laughing.

Well, there’s nothin’ for it, if they see us, they see us.

Closing his eyes, Ken formed a picture in his mind of a small, soundproof room with solid walls no one could see in or out of, in the middle of the food court. The only two people allowed in that room were Ken and Brad. He imagined all the people, milling about, shopping, and talking, but inside that room, it was deathly quiet.

It was difficult to hold the image and push against Brad’s resistance, but desperation and adrenaline worked wonders, and he punched through.

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 Opening his eyes, Ken found himself in the food court with Brad at his feet, bent over in pain and holding his head. In the construct, no one paid them any attention, so wrapped up in themselves they couldn’t see what was happening right in front of them.

Picking Brad up, Ken threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry rushing into the room, and as soon as the door closed the voices stopped. The pressure in Ken’s mind was immense, and the walls bulged but held. Setting Brad on the floor, he admonished himself for not thinking to include a couch or a bed.

Breathing heavily, Brad held his head, repeating, “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”

Sitting behind Brad, Ken pulled him close, wrapping his arms tightly around him, resting his chin on Brad’s shoulder and rocking him gently.

“Just be quiet, B, and relax. Relax and be still…”

Ken whispered encouragement, wanting Brad to hear his voice. Moving one hand up, he brushed the hair back from Brad’s forehead, continuing to rock him in a soothing motion. He was scared for his partner and couldn’t imagine what set the incident off. He knew Brad practiced to keep this type of thing from happening, so something must have triggered it.

After a few minutes, Brad’s breathing returned to normal, and he gripped Ken’s forearm wrapped around his middle.

He whispered a quiet, “Thanks, Ken,” and after a short pause said, “Fuck my head hurts. Where are we?”

“’Ta be honest B, I’m not sure if we’re in my head or yours. I didn’t have much time, so I put this together on the fly hopin’ it would work. You and I are still in the men’s room.”

“No shit?”

“So, what happened? I mean, I know what happened, but how and why?”

“I haven’t been around this many people yet and was getting a headache.  I went to the bathroom, and everything was mostly alright until out of the blue, this scream tore through my mind and broke the shield I had up. I’ve been practicing on shielding people’s thoughts, so much of what they think is seriously fucked-up, and physically hurts.

“That scream cut through me like a knife, and suddenly everyone in the mall was in my head with all their fucked-up shit. It’s hard to imagine that was us not too long ago. There’s good also, but it’s buried and gets lost in all the other crap. The brokenness is physically painful, but it also hurts like hell to see through thousands of pairs of eyes at the same time.

“Ken, some little kid is in trouble. It was his scream that broke through. He’s terrified and hurt.”

“Okay, B, first we need ‘ta get outta here. Are you alright now?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, Ken, you pulled my ass out of the fire.”

Pulling Brad into a tight hug, Ken kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah, that’s what badass boyfriends are for.”

“I just wish you didn’t have to do it quite so often. I’m beginning to wonder if I’m ever going to get a grip on this stuff.”

“Whoa, B, stop right there.”

Pulling Brad to his feet, Ken gripped him firmly by his shoulders, holding him at arm’s length.

“First off, do you remember how long it took me and the guys ‘ta adjust to our bodies after the change? Yeah, that’s right, months, and we were in good shape before the program. The senses were even worse! This is no different. You’re dealin’ with this shit way better than I ever could, and you’re doin’ fuckin’ great. It’s new territory, and it sucks, but you’re learnin’ as you go. There isn’t a manual for this shit.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“No guessin’ about it, B. Look here, and I’ll prove it.”

Taking Brad’s hand, Ken placed it on his chest over his heart.

Brad merged them, immersing himself for a moment in the bond they shared. Their love and support for one another were like a healing balm and a shot of adrenaline at the same time, lifting them up. Brad drew strength from Ken’s physical presence, the heat and scent of his body, as much as from touching his mind.

B, use us as a shield. What we have is strong enough ‘ta get us through anythin’ as long as we’re together. If you feel yourself slippin’, come back ‘ta this, ‘ta what we have, and let it be a barrier nothin’ can get through.

Hey, Ken?

Yeah?

I’m supposed to be the smart one; you know that, right?

Hey, buddy, I’m just holdin’ you up ’til you get back on your feet. That’s what badass boyfriends do for one another. Remember that the next time I get knocked on my ass.

Alright, we’ve been here long enough. Let’s get back to our bodies.

 Neither of them noticed a well-dressed man sitting in the food court of Ken’s construct, observing them. To him, the walls of Ken’s room were nonexistent, and he listened to every word and thought between them with a contemptuous scowl on his face, vanishing just before Brad took them back to their bodies.

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Opening his eyes, Brad still sat on the floor of the men’s bathroom, Ken kneeling beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Ken stood and held out a hand, pulling Brad to his feet.

Even with everything that transpired in the construct, only a few seconds passed in the real world, and as Brad stood up, the teenagers Ken heard rounded the corner, entering the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Brad saw how pale and sweaty he was. Ken had their shopping bags, and Brad asked, “Hey Ken, would you hand me one of the new shirts? I don’t want to go back out there looking like this. And remind me to burn these clothes, I’m not sure I can wear them again knowing they were on the floor of a public bathroom.”

One of the kids, a young Hispanic guy, looked at Brad and asked, “Hey man, you okay? You need some help?”

The young man’s honest concern touched Brad and made him feel just a little bit better.

“Thanks for asking, but I’m okay. Something I ate didn’t agree with me.”

The kid nodded and went to a urinal to take a piss.

Stripping off his shirt, Brad washed his face and wet his hair, drying himself with some paper towels. He wiped his body with his dirty shirt and put on the new one Ken tossed to him. Taking a deep breath, he looked and felt better except for the pain in his head.

As the kids headed out, Ken heard one of them comment, “Shit, did you see that guy? He was built!”

Grinning at the comment, he couldn’t agree more!

Brad’s eyes were red and glassy, and Ken asked, “B, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I have a splitting headache, but I’m good. I’m ready if it happens again. Ken, we need to find that kid.”

“Don’t you think we should at least call the doc ‘ta see if he has an opinion on what just happened?”

“We don’t have time. We can after, but I have a bad feeling about this. We can call him after, I promise.”

“Alright, so you heard this kid scream, but did you see him? Do we know who we’re lookin’ for?”

“He’s a little boy, maybe three or four, but I didn’t see his face. I got a brief glimpse through his eyes before he got jumbled into everyone else. He’s in the food court, and the kid’s meal he’s eating is from Dairy Queen. There’s a man and a woman with him. The man has some serious tats on his arms. He’s big, and the kid is scared shitless of him. He did something that triggered this. It had to be pretty bad for the boy to react like he did.”

“Okay, we’re goin’ out there and takin’ a look. If they’re still there, we need ‘ta identify ‘em and hold tight a few minutes. We can’t just barge in and tell ‘em you had a vision of their terrified son. If the kid’s in trouble, we’ll need proof ‘ta help him.”

Leaving the bathroom, Brad and Ken headed towards the Dairy Queen counter. A movie had just let out from the upstairs theater, and more people flooded into the food court from the escalators, making the noise level even louder.

In his initial training with the doctor, Ken and the bodies learned to separate noises in their minds. Closing his eyes, Ken focused, and through the chaotic jumble of voices and sounds, he heard a few kids crying. One cry, in particular, was higher pitched, nearly hysterical, and he immediately honed in on the little boy.

He wore an Iron Man t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. His cheeks were bright red and wet from crying, and he was distraught and hiccupping from sobbing so hard; his nose ran, and spittle covered his chin, dripping onto his shirt. A messy kid’s meal sat on the table in front of him, and his little fingers held a soggy, half-eaten, ketchup covered french-fry, but he cried so hard he couldn’t finish it.

The boy’s mother tried calming him down, but the father, a big man, muscular and covered with tattoos, looked furious. Grabbing the little boy, each big fist around a tiny arm, the man jerked the boy into his lap. Ken winced when he saw the man’s knuckles turn white from the strength of his grip, knowing he could easily break the boy’s arms if he wasn’t careful.

Turning to Brad, Ken said, “Hey B, go get mall security pronto.”

Ken’s reaction hit Brad through their Link, and Brad’s voice turned steely.

“You call them Ken. He’s not touching that kid again. In fact, you better call an ambulance.”

Waves of intense anger exuded from Brad through their link, and Ken muttered, “Oh Shit,” under his breath.

“Don’t worry, I’m in control.”

Ken hoped he or Brad knew some of the mall cops on duty, so it would be easier to smooth over what was about to happen. When Brad got close enough, he heard the man screaming at the little boy, even over the din of the crowd.

“Why the fuck can’t you listen to me you little shit!? Do you know how much that food costs!?”

The mother, visibly frightened, was trying to diffuse the situation.

“Doug, you know he didn’t mean it! He’s just a baby! Here, let me take him…”

She reached over to take the boy, but Doug slammed him down onto the chair next to him, away from her. The boy was so hysterical all he could do was cry, but the pitch of his scream increased when his tailbone slammed down into the hard wooden chair, and his little legs kicked as he squirmed from the pain of the impact. His cries were mostly drowned out by the noise level of the mall, and only a few people nearby could see what was happening. Most of them, Brad noted, were trying to ignore the situation.

The mother cringed, and when Doug grabbed her wrist, Brad noticed discoloration from recent bruises on her arms.

Doug was a big man, broad-shouldered with massive arms, but he was redneck fat with a beer gut. He looked mean, but Brad was 6’ 2” and 245 lbs. of solid muscle and a trained Navy SEAL. People around Doug started to stare and point as Brad approached, but Doug was oblivious.

Brad’s anger snapped when he saw bruises on the mother’s arms and the little boy’s pain, and he grabbed Doug’s wrist with an iron grip, squeezing hard enough to break his hold on the mother’s arm.

In a calm voice, but loud enough to be heard, Brad said, “Let her go.”

Furious, Doug jerked his head up, yelling, “Let go of me right now, mother fucker, or I’ll rip your arm off!”

Doug stood so fast he knocked his chair over, and people sitting adjacent backed away, realizing a fight was about to break out.

Maintaining his grip, Brad twisted Doug’s arm behind his back, putting him in a very painful arm lock and shoving his face onto the table, aiming for the ketchup covered napkin. The mother, surprised at the intervention, stared at Brad, wide-eyed.

Brad calmly looked at her and said, “Ma’am, see that man over there in the blue shirt?”

Shaking and too upset to talk, she nodded her head.

“Take your little boy and go over to him. He’ll make sure you and your son are safe, while I have a talk with Doug here.”

Doug, livid, his face purple with rage, struggled to get up.

“You fuckin’ bastard! How the hell do you know my name? I’m gonna’ kill you! Liz, get your ass back over here bitch if you know what’s good for you!”

Liz picked up her son, hugging him tightly, and hurried over to Ken.

“Doug, I’m going to let you go so we can have a little chat. If you’re smart, which I doubt, you’ll pick up your chair and sit your ass down, but I hope you’re a dumb shit just like you look and try to take a swing at me.”

Releasing Doug, Brad quickly moved out of reach, thoroughly prepared and expecting Doug to rush him. Doug breathed hard, his nostrils flaring in anger as he looked around. The stares of people pointing and talking made him feel foolish and angry, and the flow of Doug’s shallow, base emotions were an open book to Brad.

Twenty feet away, Ken spoke with mall security while keeping an eye on the situation, and Doug telegraphed his move a mile away. 

Whispering to himself, Ken said, “Don’t do it, man.”

As Ken’s words left his mouth, Doug lunged, trying to catch Brad off guard, and five seconds later, he lay on the ground semi-conscious. Brad hit him no less than a dozen times, raining blows down on his chest, stomach, and neck, and Doug never had a clue what hit him.

Kneeling beside him, acting like he was checking on Doug, Brad touched his temple.

“Time for a little chat, you sorry piece of shit.”

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Doug had no idea what happened but suddenly found himself sitting on his couch at home, his hands and feet wrapped in duct tape. An intimidating Brad stood in front of him, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Alright, Doug, I only have a few minutes, so I’m going to cut right to the chase. Don’t lie to me. In fact, you can’t lie here, and don’t hold anything back, because I can force you to talk if I have to. What is your son’s name?”

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit! What the fuck’s goin’ on? How’d I get here? Untie me, you bastard, or…”

“Or what? You’ll hit me like you do your wife and son? I’m asking one more time. What is your son’s name?”

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch!”

“Alright, Doug, let me explain this in terms your dumb ass can understand. We’re in your mind right now. Your body is unconscious on the floor of the food court at the Mall of Georgia, where I just kicked your redneck ass. While we’re here, think of me like Freddy Kruger. In this place, I’m your worst nightmare, and can pretty much do whatever I want to you. If I kill you here, you’ll die on the floor of the mall.”

Doug seemed oblivious as Brad spoke, ignoring him and trying to break free, and as he watched Doug struggle, Brad’s anger continued to build. The stupid, ignorant man, a wife-beater and child abuser, was too dumb to realize how much trouble he was in. Brad rarely lost his temper, but Doug pushed all his buttons, and he saw red.

“Okay, Doug, you asked for it.”

Brad opened Doug’s mind like peeling an onion. He did it brutally, intentionally, and Doug screamed as layer after layer stripped away. Brad wasn’t proud of his actions, but he was so furious he didn’t care. Sifting through Doug’s unintelligent and disorganized mind, Brad witnessed his life and the experiences that led him to be the man he was. He watched Doug and Liz marry and saw the birth of their son, Drew.

Doug’s internal rage and resentment at what he believed to be an unfair life, and his desire to feel powerful and in control, were clear. Brad watched, horrified, as Doug burned Drew with cigarettes and beat Liz. Once, when Drew was two years old, Doug broke his leg but managed to fool Child and Family Services and lie his way out of going to jail.

Doug screamed as Brad tore through his memories, aware of everything Brad saw, and he was so terrified he shit his pants.  Unfortunately, much to the dismay of the people in the food court, his body followed suit.

Seeing the beatings, the burns, Drew’s broken leg, and Doug’s thoughts and motivations as he performed the acts, Brad went ballistic. His face flushed dark red, his whole body tensed, and veins showed at his temples, neck, and arms.

Grabbing Doug by his throat, Brad screamed, “YOU SON OF A BITCH! HE’S JUST A LITTLE BOY! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! TELL ME! TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHY I SHOULDN’T RIP YOUR MIND TO SHREDS AND LEAVE YOU A VEGETABLE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?!”

The waves of anger coming off Brad were like a physical force in the construct, and Doug sniveled in fear and pain, begging, “Please, man, don’t kill me! I can change! I swear it! I promise! I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t hurt me!”

Sobbing, nearly incoherent with fear, Doug’s face was covered in tears and snot, looking just as terrified as Drew had been only moments before.

Doug was a horrible human being, and Brad’s immersion in his mind and memories, seeing how broken he was inside, wasn’t only painful, it made him sick. He already had a splitting headache from Drew breaking his shield, but he paled even more, wanting to throw up.

Assessing Doug’s life and memories, Brad was aware of every excuse Doug used before. His temper would get out of hand, and he would beat Liz or hurt Drew, and then promise to change. He would for a time until he was drunk or in a bad mood, and then Drew would make too much noise, or Liz would do something wrong. Brad realized Doug would never change his behavior. He could, but never would.

His voice dripping with contempt, Brad said, “You’re a fucking animal, Doug. You know, and I know, you’ll never change. You’re too weak and lazy.”

Leaning down, Brad put his face inches from Doug, who still blubbered like a baby, afraid Brad was going to kill him.

“So, should I get a blowtorch and burn you because you’re crying? Like you burned Drew with your cigarettes when he made too much noise? Like you burned Liz’s hand on the stovetop when she burned your dinner? How does it feel to be helpless and afraid, Doug? To feel like you make your wife and son feel? You’re scared shitless right now, but as soon as you get home, you’ll find a way to make this their fault and take it out on them. You know it’s the truth!”

Brad was having a difficult time keeping his anger in check. Once he dug deep and realized what kind of person Doug was, he was unsure how to proceed. He could erase the bad memories and experiences that made Doug the person he was, but that would change him too much and be too hard to explain, and there was no way to know what kind of man Doug might become; he could turn out worse. Brad could kill him, which would be the easiest choice and probably best for everyone involved, especially Drew, but that wasn’t an option or at least one he could consider at the moment. No, the only thing a man like Doug understands is fear and control.

“Okay, Doug, here is what’s going to happen. You’re going to jail, and will never see Drew or Liz again. EVER. You can communicate with Liz, but you will never go near her again. EVER. Your life’s work will be to make theirs better. As soon as you can, you’ll get a job and send them money. You will put Drew through college if he wants to go. You will pay their rent. I don’t care how miserable your life becomes; you’re going to make it up to them. You will never marry or have more children, and if you ever hit another woman or abuse another child, I will know about it, hunt you down, and flay your fucking brain inside out and leave you a mindless corpse. Do you understand me?”

As Brad spoke, he placed compulsions in Doug’s mind, enforcing his commands. Doug shook so hard from crying all he could do was nod his head ‘yes.’

“I’m glad we had this little chat, Doug. I’m going to knock you out now. Painfully.”

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There was no outward sign of what happened to Doug, other than he passed out with a grunt and defecated in his pants. Looking up, Brad saw Liz with Drew in her arms, standing next to Ken.

One of the mall cops keeping everyone away from Doug told Brad, “Gwinnett PD is on their way. You need to stay put until they get here for a statement.”

Brad nodded and went over to where Ken stood with Liz and Drew, who was still crying.

Looking at Liz, he asked her, “Are you okay?”

Her voice shaky, she started crying again as she replied, “Thank you, but you have no idea what you just did. He’s going to be so mad when he wakes up.”

“Liz, it’s going to be alright. Doug’s not going to hurt you or Drew ever again. You may not believe it now, but trust me, everything is going to be fine.”

Not wanting her to ask any questions right then, Brad gave her his most disarming smile and asked, “So how’s your little Iron Man doing?”

“He’s settled down some, but I can’t get him to stop crying.”

Hey Ken, could you do me a favor? The Disney Store is right around the corner on this level. When we walked by earlier, they had Iron Man hoodies for kids. Could you run and get one? Size 3 in Little Boys.

Are you gonna tell me what’s goin on? What the hell did you do ‘ta him? I saw you kick his ass, but that doesn’t make a guy shit his pants.

I’ll show you everything later. I was harsh, I won’t deny it, but hopefully, you’ll understand and agree with me once you see it all.

Alright, you know I trust you. One Iron Man hoodie comin’ up!

Ken motioned for one of the mall cops to come over and quietly told him where he was going, out of earshot of Liz and Drew.

“Liz, if you don’t mind, could I hold Drew for a minute? Maybe I can get him to stop crying. I know I’m a stranger, but I’d like to try.”

Looking at Drew, Liz asked him, “Drew, do you mind if this nice man holds you for a minute? You’re such a big boy, you’re getting heavy, and mommy needs a rest.”

Brad didn’t have much experience with kids Drew’s age, and after his abuse and horrible experiences, Brad was afraid of hurting him more.

Drew seemed ambivalent to the exchange and didn’t put up a fuss.  Brad put one arm under his butt and one around his shoulders, and gently rubbed Drew’s back, hoping to calm him down.

“Hi, Drew, my name’s Brad. That sure is a cool shirt you got there. Did your mommy get it for you?”

Resting his head on Brad’s shoulder, Drew put his arms up as far around Brad’s neck as he could, snuggling against him. His nod was barely discernible, but he didn’t say anything.

Closing his eyes, Brad sent soft, soothing thoughts of comfort and safety into Drew’s young mind, and in seconds he stopped crying. He wasn’t sleepy, just content to be held, and for the first time that day, and probably in far longer, he felt safe.

Liz sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, amazed Drew stopped crying.

“He must really like you. He’s not usually too warm to strangers.”

Brad grinned and said, “I think he knows I’m a friend. Don’t you, buddy?”

While Brad held Drew, the Gwinnett Police showed up and started taking statements. Brad and Ken were in luck, and one of the officers worked with them occasionally as extra security at a local bar. While the police took statements, Ken came back with a Disney Store bag in hand.

Brad said, “Hey, Drew! Look here, buddy, I got something for you. Check this out, little man!”

As soon as Ken pulled the hoodie out of the bag, it caught Drew’s attention. The screen printing made it look like Iron Man armor.

“Wow! You’ll look just like Iron Man wearing this! Do you want to put it on?”

Drew actually smiled, perking up and nodding his head ‘yes.’

Setting Drew on the floor, Brad knelt, so they were at eye level.

“It’s hot out today, so let’s take your shirt off before we put this on, alright?”

Drew raised his arms, and before Liz realized what he was doing, Brad lifted his shirt up and off. Ken went white with anger at the sight of the burn scars and bruises, inhaling deeply in reaction and rubbing a hand over his face. Brad quickly put the hoodie on Drew and picked him back up. Glancing at the cops, Brad knew they saw them too. Crossing her arms and slumping her shoulders, Liz’s distress was painful to see, and her fear that Drew would be taken from her was clear.

She started crying quietly again, but Brad reiterated, “Liz, don’t worry.”

The cop they knew told them, “You know we have to call a caseworker on this.”

Brad said, “I know Frank, but Liz here is a good mom. That Fu…guy over there is responsible. I’ll vouch for her.”

There was a County Government Building close to the mall, and it didn’t take long before someone from Child and Family Services showed up. While they interviewed Liz, Drew was getting fidgety.

“Hey, Drew, I want you to meet my friend, Ken.”

Ken held out his hand, and Drew tentatively took it.

“Pleased ‘ta meet ‘ya, little man.”

Motioning Ken closer, Brad whispered in Drew’s ear, “Can you keep a secret?”

Drew still wasn’t talking but nodded his head yes, his eyes big and solemn.

“Ken is really Iron Man, but we have to keep his secret. He’s here to keep you and your mom safe.”

Ken looked at Brad like he was crazy.

“B? What’re you doin’?”

Drew frowned and said, “uh-uh.”

“Yeah, Drew, he is, and I can prove it. He’s wearing his armor under his clothes, but he doesn’t want anyone to know who he is. Do you believe me?”

Drew shook his head ‘no.’

“Okay, buddy, here’s what I want you to do. Stick your finger out and poke him hard right on his chest, and you’ll feel the armor under his shirt. Here, watch this.”

Brad stuck out his finger and poked Ken hard on his upper chest, shaking his hand and exclaiming, “Ow! That hurt!”

Ken caught on and was ready. Drew had a look on his face like he knew they were lying, but he stuck his little finger out and poked hard. Ken’s muscle and bone density, along with the fascia and connective tissues to support the increase, made him firm to the touch, but when he tensed his chest, it did feel like steel to Drew.

Drew’s eyes went wide, and he looked at Brad, who whispered, “See, I told you! But we have to keep it a secret, okay?”

Drew whispered in Brad’s ear, “Okay.”

The rest of the time Drew couldn’t keep his eyes off Ken.

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After the police finished and hauled Doug off to jail, Brad pulled Liz aside. Ken held Drew, who kept poking him in the chest and giggling.

“Liz, I know all this is a shock, but I want you to know everything is going to be alright. I can’t explain right now, and I might never be able to, but Doug is out of your life as of today. You’ll hear from him at some point, but he will never see you in person again. When he can, he’ll start sending money. More importantly, I’m concerned about Drew and how he’s going to handle all this. You know he’ll have issues to deal with.”

Her eyes red from crying all afternoon, Liz sniffed and managed to say, “I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Wilson. I don’t understand any of this. I was so scared for Drew and me. I tried leaving Doug before, but it always ended with Drew getting hurt.”

“Well, Doug can’t hurt either of you anymore. When things settle down, I’d like you to get in touch with me. I know a great doctor who can help Drew. There won’t be any charge, so don’t worry about money. I’d hate for Drew to grow into someone like Doug, but after what he’s been through, you know it’s a possibility.”

“I know. I hope he’s young enough to get past this. I’ll call you about that doctor if you answer one question.”

“What’s that?”

“Why did you do this? I mean why did you get involved, and how did you know what was going on?”

“All I can tell you, Liz, is I heard Drew cry. I heard him through all these people and all the noise and knew he needed my help. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s the only answer I have.”

“Well, angels come in all shapes and sizes.”

Giving her his most handsome, charming smile, Brad said, “I think I’m more like a knight in shining armor than an angel. That’s a little manlier image.”

“Thanks again, Brad, for everything.”

Getting on her tiptoes, Liz kissed Brad on his cheek.

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Finally, Brad and Ken were able to leave. Their favorite Asian restaurant was attached to the outside area of the mall, so they called in an order and picked it up on the way to the car.  Both of them were ready to get home, and after the day they had neither one felt like cooking.

Brad remained quiet and pensive on the drive home, and Ken left him alone except for holding his hand. Their link was active, but Ken didn’t pry, he just made Brad aware of his love and support.

Brad was still pale and suffering residual effects of looking so deeply into Doug, but the worst of his headache was gone. The warmth and touch of Ken’s hand helped settle him, but even more so, Ken’s solid presence in his mind.

Arriving home, Brad parked the car in the garage, and Ken activated the security protocols. As always, he relaxed at the sound of the system engaging. Brad remained pensive, and Ken knew something was bothering him but didn’t push or try to ‘peek,’ knowing Brad would share everything with him soon enough.

Being in Ken counteracted the last of Doug’s nastiness, and once his stomach settled, Brad was starving. Ken’s stomach rumbled in agreement while he unpacked the food and Brad set out plates and drinks. While they ate, Ken kept the conversation light and unobtrusive.

After dinner, Lane called to check in and see how they were doing. While Ken talked to him, Brad cleared the table and rinsed the dishes before stacking them in the dishwasher. To prevent any soapy water from getting on his new shirt, he took it off while he was at the sink. 

Pacing around the den, Ken talked with Lane, expertly dodging the seriousness of the day, promising he and Brad would get together with Lane and Bryan in the next few nights before he hung up. When Ken set the phone back on the charger he stopped, staring at Brad, watching the muscles of his back move and stretch under his skin as he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

Noticing the silence, Brad glanced over his shoulder to see Ken perched on the back of the couch, staring at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread out. Brad froze in mid-motion as he reached down to close the dishwasher, staring back.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Brad asked, “What?”

His voice low, Ken said, “I can’t tell you how hot I am for you right now, B. Come here.”

Brad moved over, and Ken spread his legs wider.  Once in arms reach, he pulled Brad close, pressing his face against Brad’s bare chest while hugging him. Brad’s arms wrapped around Ken’s head and shoulders, and he lowered his head, resting his cheek against the top of Ken’s head.

“It’s been a long day, B, and not an easy one for you. I want you ‘ta share what happened, but first I wanna take care of you. I wanna de-stress you. I want you ‘ta feel how much I love you; all of you.”

Brad chuckled, kissing Ken on the top of his head.

“Damn, Ken, when did you learn foreplay?”

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Leading Brad back to their bedroom, Ken took Brad’s hand and kissed the back of it. 

Grinning, he said, “Mmmmm, the fresh taste of Dawn dishwashing liquid. Take your shorts off and get on the bed.”

Dropping his shorts, Brad got on his back in the middle of the bed while Ken stripped off his shirt and shorts.  Once naked, Ken crawled on top, straddling Brad’s waist.

Looking down at his partner, Ken took in everything about him, everything he loved.  Placing Brad’s hands above his head, Ken said, “Don’t move. This is about you.”

Ken’s warm hands started working their magic, touching the special places that turned Brad on.  His touch sensual and erotic, he enjoyed seeing Brad relax and his body react.  Lowering himself, he used his body as well as his hands, rubbing them together, careful not to put too much of his weight on Brad yet. 

He said he wanted to de-stress his partner, and he did, drawing out Brad’s pleasure. Ken wasn’t trained in chiropractic massage, but he had been on the receiving end of Brad’s hands for twenty years and had learned a thing or two, putting his knowledge to good use. Both of them were hard the entire time, but Ken maintained control and continued his ministrations, using his mouth, hands, and body to bring Brad as much pleasure as he could.  Through their link, he used his emotions in the same manner, pushing his love and affection into his partner through his touch.

Brad surrendered himself to Ken’s care.  It was a strange dynamic, almost a fetish on Brad’s part, but the fact that Ken’s hands were strong enough to rip metal, but also gentle enough to bring him such pleasure, was a huge turn-on. 

Finally, Ken turned his attention to the defining appendage of Brad’s manhood, taking him into his hands.

“God, B, I love holdin’ you in my hand and feelin’ how hard you are. I can feel your heartbeat. It’s amazin’. You’re amazin’, and you deserve more than I can ever give you.”

Looking at Brad’s masculine form, sweaty, muscular, perfect and desirable in every way, Ken watched him writhe and work towards a mind-blowing orgasm.  The sight affected him deeply, as well as the touch of their minds and knowing he was responsible.

Lost in the sensations, Brad couldn’t talk as he hovered on the precipice of an intense orgasm, and Ken read the signs of his imminent eruption. After an hour, Ken activated their physical bond, wanting them both to go over the edge together.

Brad couldn’t stand not touching Ken any longer, and his hands began to roam, caressing Ken in all the places he liked.  Their emotions, coupled with the shared sensations, culminated quickly and in less than a few minutes, both men, drenched in sweat, their movements frenetic, shared an earth-shattering orgasm.

When they finished, Ken lowered himself, covering Brad and wanting to be held.  He always put so much of himself into their pleasure he loved Brad’s arms around him while he came back to himself.  Brad’s hands roaming over his sweaty back soothed him while they caught their breath.

They continued cuddling and enjoying each other for a few minutes when a devilish grin crossed Ken’s handsome face, and he whispered into Brad’s ear, “That was one.”

Raising his head enough to make eye contact, they stared at each other, their eyes roaming over each other’s faces.

After a minute, Ken broke the silence, “You know what, B?”

Brad let out a lazy and very relaxed, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Huh?”

Smirking, Brad said, “You need to use more syllables. I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Dude, don’t you know what the proper response is when someone says ‘I love you?’”

“Yeah, but you’re a douche.”

Chuckling, Ken asked, “What the fuck does me bein’ a douche have ‘ta do with you not usin’ the proper designated response ‘ta ‘I love you.’”

Brad’s smirk turned into a full-fledged smile, and he replied, “Nothing. I just wanted to piss you off.”

“Are you ever gonna grow up?”

Reaching down, Ken fondled Brad’s semi-hard erection saying, “Speakin’ of growin’… how do you want the next one?”

“Hmm, you know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want you to get off inside me so I can get all charged up, and then I want a repeat of the other night. I want to see every muscle in your body pumped and dripping sweat all over me. I want to see veins popping. I want every ounce of your weight on top of me, and I want you to squeeze me so hard I can’t breathe.”

 “But I want this ‘ta be about you, not me.”

“Ken, the last time you did that, do you remember the word I used to describe it? Think hard because it has more than one syllable.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

Laughing, Brad said, “Now you’re getting it! The word, Mr. Habersham, was EPIC. When you get that way, it drives me over the edge. Believe me; this is not just about you… I have a selfish interest in wanting it. I want you to know how much I get off on you when you get like that.”

“Alright, Mr. Wilson.”

As Brad made his wishes known, Ken got more and more turned on by the thought of what he wanted.  Their eyes flashed white, and the devilish grin on Ken’s face returned. For the next few hours, Ken became ‘that guy,’ driving them both to unparalleled heights of pleasure. Ken maintained their physical bond while Brad held their minds tight, and every touch, every thought, every bit of pleasure resonated between the two men, until finally, exhausted, they collapsed together in a pile of satisfied, sweaty muscle.

Ken’s orgasm was so intense all he could do was stay on top of Brad while Brad caressed his back and shoulders. Brad’s legs, still around Ken’s waist, kept them connected. The weight and touch of Ken’s body sent Brad into his own state of bliss as he comforted his lover.

It was almost twenty minutes before Ken rolled onto his back. Brad rolled with him, resting his head on Ken’s chest and listening to his heartbeat while he continued touching Ken wherever his hands could reach. Ken put one hand behind his head, and his other arm wrapped around Brad, hugging him tight, almost desperately, like he never wanted to let go.

After a few minutes, Brad raised himself on one elbow, and with his other hand, brushed Ken’s sweaty hair off his forehead. Ken sniffed and cleared his throat, and Brad noticed his eyes were bright and teary.

Finally breaking the silence, Ken said, “B, I’ve said it before, but it scares the shit out of me how much I love you… How much you mean ‘ta me, and how much better we are together after everythin’ that’s happened. I can so lose myself in you, and it baffles me how you can feel the same way about me. I don’t deserve you, but I’m so grateful ‘ta be with you.”

“You deserve me, Ken, never doubt that. I’m the one who feels like he got the better end of the deal. We deserve each other, and we both know it. We can’t stay merged all the time, and to be honest, I don’t think we should, but at times like this, it reminds our hearts how much we love each other when our minds start to forget while we’re apart. And just for the record big guy, I’m grateful to be with you, too. I can’t imagine life without your ugly mug in it.”

Ken, completely relaxed and enjoying Brad’s roaming hands, lazily said, “So am I ugly, or am I a douche, ’cause I can’t possibly be both.”

“You’re the most handsome, courageous, studly, ugly douche in the world… and you’re mine.”

“Speakin’ of ugly douches, why don’t you share what happened today? I wanna get the whole picture.”

Brad opened his mind and Ken slipped in, and for the next few minutes, they stayed together, silent and content with no barriers between them. It wasn’t long before Brad shared his memories of earlier in the day, leading Ken through everything. Ken’s anger flared again when he saw how Doug hurt Drew and Liz, terrifying his wife and son.  

When Brad took off Drew’s shirt and Ken saw the burn marks and scars on the boy it upset him, but seeing the memories fresh and reliving them brought his anger back full force. It only took a few seconds to share everything, and when they separated, Ken breathed heavily.

That son of a bitch!

Ken, it scared me how close I came to destroying his mind. I could have so easily, and the world would probably be a better place if I had.

I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did B, but I’m proud of you for not doin’ it. I know the doc didn’t make us this way ‘ta be killers. When we ran missions in the war, it was different; that was a part of bein’ in the military. The doc knew that was temporary, and even though we could kill piece of shit dirtbags like Doug, I don’t think we should.

I’m glad you think that, Ken.

After a slight pause, Ken grinned.

Hey B, if you’re Freddy Kruger, next time can I be Jason X?

Brad couldn’t help but laugh. Ken rolled on his side, pulling Brad close to spoon him. With one arm under his head and the other wrapped around the man he loved most in the world, Ken drifted off to sleep. Brad, in his favorite spot, naked and spooned by Ken, fell asleep to the sound of Ken’s steady heartbeat and warm breath on his neck, holding the arm Ken had draped over him.

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The next few weeks were nice and peaceful. Ken and Brad returned to work, and the whole Team resumed their regular routines. The only rule still in place was none of them ever traveled alone, and preferably with their partner.

With their workout schedules so extreme and the mandate to stay together, the doctor modified the gym at the lab so Brad and the other mentalists, as they now liked to call themselves, had everything necessary to work out alongside Ken and the stronger guys. The new equipment saved them an enormous amount of time, and the guys liked it much better.

The doctor also started regular counseling sessions, individually and with each couple, in regards to their developing abilities. All of the guys successfully tried the physical connection Ken and Brad discovered, and Bryan and Lane even merged completely.

After Brad’s actions in saving Ken, and what Lane was able to do, the other couples started experimenting, and the doctor needed to set guidelines. As far as merging with anyone other than their partner, the doctor left it up to them as individuals, cautioning them to approach it in a mature manner to avoid issues between them.   

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Over time, Brad noticed a change in his and Ken’s attitude towards ‘normals,’ as they now called ordinary people. It happened gradually, but when thinking about it consciously, he noted a pattern emerging. He and Ken went out less, and in general, disliked dealing with people other than the doc and the rest of the guys. Except for necessities like grocery shopping and work, they stopped going to movies or out drinking. Brad mentioned his concern to Ken, and they decided to bring it up to the doctor.

Their next session happened to be later that afternoon close to dinner time, so they picked up food for the doctor and themselves on the way to the lab. No one else was there, so the three of them ate in the kitchen area, starting their session. It still baffled Ken and Brad how the doctor stayed looking as good as he did when he ate such greasy, fried food.

Once seated and eating, the doctor, perceptive as always, said, “I believe you have something you wish to discuss this evening.”

Brad said, “Yeah, doc, Ken and I talked about this, and we’ve noticed a change over the last few months. It’s been so gradual we didn’t notice it at first, but it could become a serious problem if we don’t nip it in the bud.”

“And what is this problem?”

“Well, sir…. from the first time Ken and I merged, our lives together have been better than ever. Neither of us ever thought we could be closer than we were before all this started, but when we’re truly together, without the nastiness and brokenness… Well, we wonder how we ever made it. Looking back, it’s amazing how blind we were, all the while thinking we were blissfully happy. Now, we can hardly imagine not being together like we are, which leads me to our current conundrum.

“Neither of us wants to be around normals much anymore, and it’s getting worse. Ken picks up, for lack of a better word, an echo from me of what’s going on around us. When we’re apart, it’s not so bad for him, but when we’re touching or holding hands, it can get extreme. All the things we shed in our relationship are distasteful, even painful to be around, and it’s gotten to the point where we don’t want to be around anyone else. It’s not a problem with you and the guys, but we can’t live like hermits.

“We still haven’t taken the full plunge with anyone else yet, although we’d like to with Bryan and Lane since they’ve already taken that step together. Mental communication isn’t the same as merging, but you still can’t lie, and it’s already brought our friendships with all the guys to a much deeper level. I’ll be glad when we’re at that point with everyone. We’re confident it won’t be a problem long term, even if there are some bumps along the way.

“I want to be clear we aren’t approaching this problem with any sense of ego or superiority over normals, it’s just getting harder and harder to be around them and seeing how the world works; how fragile things really are between people, and how the world essentially runs on deception.”

So far, Brad had done all the talking, and the doctor glanced at Ken with a questioning look on his face.

With a grin, Ken replied, “What he said, doc. We talked all this over in our heads…”

He paused and chuckled, shaking his head before continuing, “I’m still gettin’ used ‘ta hours of conversation only takin’ a few seconds.  ‘Ta me, it all boils down ‘ta this.  I think we have a purpose in this world that still isn’t clear, and we’re concerned we won’t be able ‘ta accomplish whatever that purpose ends up bein’ if we can’t be out in the world.”

Leaning back in his chair, the doctor wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin while pondering their comments.

“As always, your perceptiveness exceeds my expectations. I intended to bring this matter up, but I am glad you recognize the severity on your own. I have always known your development would reach this level, but honestly, it was not planned for many years yet. It does present a problem for you.”

An unexpected thought popped into the back of Ken’s mind, and he asked, “Doc, how did you learn ‘ta deal with it?”

Brad almost spit out his drink at Ken’s question.

Not batting an eye, the doctor asked, “Whatever do you mean?”

Grinning, Ken retorted, “Oh come on, doc, I think you know exactly what I mean, but I’m guessin’ you aren’t ‘permitted’ ‘ta talk about it, so let me throw a few ideas out for you. We’ve often wondered how you know so much about, like, everythin.’ There isn’t a field of science, medicine, or philosophy you aren’t top man on the planet in. I don’t think you’re like us,” Ken pointed to Brad and himself, “but you are somethin’ different, and I don’t think I’d be surprised at anythin’ you might be able ‘ta do. If you’re supposed ‘ta be our guide, you gotta have some experience with all this stuff.

“I’m not gonna push you on this, doc. I think that would be a bad idea for everybody, and I don’t wanna cause you any grief or complications. We love you like a father, and I want you ‘ta know I feel we need you more than ever, but we need ‘ta know how ‘ta cope with ‘all this,’ and I think you figured out how ‘ta do that a long, long time ago.”

As Ken spoke, the doctor’s eyes unexpectedly watered, and a single tear dripped down his cheek.  His posture changed, and lowering his head he dabbed the corner of his eye with his napkin.

Shocked, Ken jumped out of his chair, kneeling beside the doctor and taking his hand. Brad mirrored Ken’s reaction, and he followed, distressed at the doctor’s response.

“Sir, I’m sorry. Forget what I said. It’s not important.”

The doctor sat quietly a moment, gripping Ken’s hand while he regained his composure.

His voice almost a whisper, he replied, “On the contrary, Kenneth, it is more important than you can imagine. There is so much I wish to tell you that I cannot. Not yet, anyway. It breaks my heart to keep anything from you, but I have no choice. I love you like my own sons, and I am so proud of you.”

Brad said, “Sir, I’m sorry too. We didn’t mean to upset you or cause you any pain.”

“Nonsense Bradford, neither you nor Kenneth causes me pain or any of your brothers.”

Glancing at Brad, Ken continued, “With all due respect, sir, I think I’m startin’ ‘ta understand. I know you aren’t like us, but you modeled us after you, at least in a way. You have, or had a partner, and us talkin’ about this reminds you of him. I know you have things you can’t show us, but would you find it a comfort ‘ta communicate with us in that way?”

More tears leaked from the doctor’s eyes, and he was unable to speak. Nodding, he squeezed Ken’s hand again and put his other hand on Brad’s shoulder. Brad felt the opening and gently took Ken and himself into the doctor’s mind.

I am not sure this is a good idea, Bradford, and I would never have presumed to ask. In truth, I am not allowed to, but since you offered, I admit to a moment of weakness. Thank you, both of you, for this. It will make things easier in so many ways.

Brad and Ken were overwhelmed by the doctor’s mind. His intellect astounded them, along with a sense of light, strength of character, and deep sadness.

You are correct, Kenneth; I do have a partner. He is still alive, but we have been apart for many years, paying the price for a transgression made years ago. We hope to be together again one day, but meanwhile, I am here with you, to guide and prepare you, and love you.

When the doctor spoke of his partner, his sorrow was evident. The loneliness he must feel every day! It humbled them, knowing that for all the years he’d been with them, the doctor had someone he cared about more than life itself and not been allowed to be with him.

Doc, how can you stand it?

At first, it was unbearable, but over time the pain lessens.  I have my memories of our time together, and there is proof, recently, he is alive and well, which gives me hope.  Do not think for one second being with you two, or any of your brothers, brings me pain. You and the others make my life bearable! Never think otherwise, my boys.

Ken: So, doc, what does make it bearable; your situation and ours? How do you cope with the world? How did you cope with us before all of this? I can’t imagine how difficult we must have been to deal with, especially this Bradford yahoo.

The doctor barely smirked, but his humor at Ken’s comment ran through the link.

The answer, Kenneth, is extremely simple, yet deeply profound, and very difficult to follow. The answer, my boy, is love; unconditional love. It sounds simple, perhaps even foolish, but you must remember you were once as they are and realize what they can be. We must never think of ourselves above them, or judge them.

Doc, what about Doug and what he did to Drew? How can I love someone like that?

I never said it would be easy, but you saw in Douglas’s memories the events that led him to that point. Douglas Hasting’s does not have to be that man and could still choose a different path. Sometimes life takes people to a point where they can no longer change, but it is rare. Think of the first time you merged, and how painful it was, even as it was joyous. With your minds laid bare, you had to forgive one another for transgressions neither of you realized you committed against the other, not understanding how much you hurt each other even when you felt totally and utterly in love. Always remember that is how mankind exists. One day, perhaps, the world will be for everyone as it is for us. I cannot tell you more yet, other than it will be our job to make sure they have that chance. 

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Driving home in silence, Ken held Brad’s hand, playing with his fingers or rubbing his thumb across the back.

Once home, after Ken activated the security protocols in the kitchen, he sighed and let out a heavy, “Aye, Kurumba!”

Brad chuckled, saying, “You can say that again. I’d say we have our emotional work cut out for us. What the doc described is definitely easier said than done.”

From the den, Ken looked over at Brad in the kitchen.

“Hey B, come here a sec.”

As soon as Brad came within arm’s reach, Ken pulled him into a firm, full-body hug, kissing his neck before resting his chin on Brad’s shoulder. Brad instinctively reached around Ken, resting his chin in the same spot. Sighing in contentment, they both smiled, and Brad squeezed tighter, rubbing one hand up and down Ken’s back.

They stayed silent, enjoying the physical connection and the emotions it invoked. After a few minutes, Ken pulled back far enough to untuck Brad’s t-shirt and lift it off. Brad returned the favor, and they resumed their hug, eyes closed, relishing the closeness and comfort of their bare flesh and minds touching.

They remained that way, gently swaying like they were slow dancing, for nearly half an hour. Both of them were hard, but neither of them wanted the feeling to end. Eventually, Brad broke the embrace and took Ken by his hand, leading him down the hallway to their bedroom. Neither one said a word while they each finished undressing the other, and once naked, they got on the bed facing one another.

Leaning forward, Ken started a kiss, but instead of the frenzied love-making that usually took place, they slowly stoked the fires in their loins, building up the heat. They weren’t merged, but their awareness of one another was in full effect. Ken hadn’t started their physical bond yet, not wanting to push things along too quickly, and they both thought at the same time:

Ken, make love to me.

B, I want ‘ta make love ‘ta you.

As usual, they smiled, laughing from having the same thought at the same time. Their eyes flashed white as their minds became one, with no barriers, no secrets between them, only total honesty with no judgement. Their breath caught and their eyes watered from the exquisite, blissful sting of the intense emotional intimacy, knowing that even with their faults, they accepted one another unconditionally. The doctor told them their ultimate mission involved loving people that way, and they started the journey down that path with themselves.

Their love and respect for one another, their shared pride and joy, fueled the touches and kisses between them. It would have been easy to lose themselves in the depths of one another, but they managed to stay on the precipice, each wanting to bring the utmost pleasure to the other in an act of pure physical love.

In all the time they had been together, neither had ever felt the intensity of emotion in that moment. Their physical lovemaking was always great, but with the connection between their minds and bodies so deep, the pleasure was almost unbearable. Foreheads pressed together, their arms around one another, they kissed the entire time, only stopping to breathe, and after an hour, their bodies were slick with sweat.

Muttering the first words in over two hours, Ken, shaking and trembling, whispered in Brad’s ear, “Oh God, B, I can’t hold off.”

Brad didn’t say anything but squeezed them more tightly together.  With their nervous systems linked, the shared orgasm took over.  Brad’s body strengthened as Ken’s DNA entered him, and when he knew it was safe, Ken hugged Brad as tightly as he could with his arms and legs. It was the most intense, longest-lasting, emotional and physical release either man ever experienced, and other than moans and heavy breathing, they were unable to talk.

It was nearly half an hour before they shifted, with Ken rolling to his side and pulling Brad against him, holding him. Intertwining his fingers with Ken’s hand against his chest, Brad put his other arm under the pillow to support his head. Ken was still semi-hard, pressed against the small of Brad’s back, and continued kissing his shoulders and neck.

It didn’t take long before they fell asleep, their minds one, never more content or at peace with themselves and each other.  

The Rhett Between

That next day was Friday, and something had shifted in me that I couldn’t even begin to explain. Too much was going on in my mind and I didn’t want to address any of it.

“I legit Googled ‘am I gay?’ Like some clueless teen in denial. The results? A BuzzFeed quiz, a rainbow flag, and Google politely redirected me to Pornhub with a knowing wink.

Secondly, all I could think about was Rhett.

Anna, my wife was packed and ready for her girls’ extended weekend before I headed off to work, so I gave her a hug and wished her a great weekend.

“See you next Wednesday Miles!” she called out as I left the house.

Friday was casual day, so I was in jeans, a light polo top and sneakers along with my backpack. As I got close to work, of course I slowed down as I rounded the bend where the construction site was.

I did see Rhett’s van, well, at least I assumed it was his from the day before, but also a bunch of other vehicles. But I didn’t see Rhett himself.

That day blasted me off my feet. I’d practically evaded any meaningful work for 48 hours while obsessing over the construction worker, and my inbox was bursting at the seams.

With my head down, I focused with the intention of going to the mall at the usual time.

But things went awry, last minute meetings, calls from tech guys, calls from clients, impromptu meetings with colleagues meant that by the time I even got a chance to rear my head, it was nearly 5pm.

I sat back and sighed. Damn. That meant there would be no opportunity to see Rhett until next week.

That put a damper on my weekend, especially with the wife away.

So I stayed in the office and worked until I made sure Monday would be a breeze, and if I decided to get a lunch break, I’d have time. Future me would be very grateful.

That night, I went out with the lads I hadn’t caught up with in a couple of weeks. Mark’s wife was with mine and two others, while Rick was eternally single and always free for drinks.

“Gonna come watch the game with us on Sunday Rick?” Mark asked our shorter, fitter friend as we entered our third round.

“Yeah, yours or yours,” he pointed to Mark, then me.

“Mine,” I said.

“Cool. Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

The pub was warm and loud, the kind of place that smelled like old ale and fryer grease and made you nostalgic for a life you’d never actually lived. Mark had claimed our usual booth near the dartboard, already halfway through a pint when Rick and I arrived.

We were barely sitting before Rick launched into a rant.

“Dating apps are absolute trash now,” he announced. “It’s like going to a buffet and realizing every dish is just a different version of disappointment.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “And yet, you keep going back for seconds.”

“I’m an optimist,” Rick said, slapping his chest. “And a man has needs.”

I smirked. “You swipe right on anything with a pulse, don’t you?”

Rick grinned. “Two legs, not a complete psycho, preferably some form of job, that’s the dream, boys. Bonus points if she doesn’t talk about crystals.”

Mark shook his head. “That eliminates half the women in the city.”

“Don’t I know it. One asked for my star sign before my name. I told her I was a Gemini, just to make her fuck off.”

I smirked. “You’re not a Gemini.”

“She doesn’t know that.”

Mark tilted his head. “What are you really looking for, Rick? A girlfriend or a babysitter with benefits?”

“I’m looking for a woman who’ll let me play FIFA in peace and occasionally sit on my face. Is that too much to ask?”

Mark took a long sip of his beer. “Absolutely.”

I leaned forward, joining the rhythm of the conversation now that I felt the buzz of the alcohol kicking in. “You realize you’ve just described an imaginary person. That woman exists only in your dreams and maybe in Norway.”

Rick pointed his glass at me. “Exactly. Which is why I’ve decided to stay single forever and die mysteriously in a hammock or move to Norway.”

Mark chuckled. “Probably with a half-eaten kebab in your lap.”

“Better than dying bored in suburbia,” Rick shot back.

That one landed. Mark rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

I sat back and watched them both. This was familiar and comforting. No one here was asking me why I’d taken the long way to work two days in a row. No one was questioning the slight shift in how I saw the world this week. And I wasn’t offering.

Mark changed the subject. “So, Rick, you bringing a plus-one to my birthday next month, or are you sticking with your reliable date, IPA?”

“If I’m still single, I’ll bring your sister.”

Mark didn’t even flinch. “Good. She needs a tax deduction.”

Rick barked out a laugh and nearly spilled his beer. “She’s gonna love that.”

Mark turned to me. “What about you, Miles? You still getting laid, or has married life finally broken your will?”

I shrugged. “Define laid.”

Rick clapped the table. “God, I love this man.” He leaned over and wrapped his arm around me and kissed the side of my face. Mark clapped me on the other shoulder, also laughing.

We were all grinning, leaning into the noise and pretending everything was easy. But underneath it, I felt the gap widening between what I said and what I felt.

And I wasn’t ready to close it yet.

“Anna and I… we’ve been a bit out of sync lately,” I said, twirling my glass. “She wanted the weekend to think. So I let her.” I couldn’t believe I said anything out loud, but realized it was probably the alcohol.

Mark snorted. “Think about what? Whether she still likes missionary in the dark?”

I smiled, but didn’t answer. Just sipped my drink and let that one settle. The boys moved on, but my thoughts didn’t.

When Rick went to the bar, Mark leaned over conspiratorially, “you okay buddy?”

I was so distracted I had to shake myself. “Oh? Oh yeah, sure!”

“You sure?” He clearly didn’t believe me.

“Yeah. Just… a lot going on right now. Too much to process. I’ll be fine.”

Mark was a good friend, he didn’t push me. But he watched me from the corner of his eye.

Needless to say, I woke up that next morning with a blasted hangover and a late night email asking me if I was ready for a presentation Monday morning.

Which I’d completely forgotten about. And to make things worse, those files were on my local machine and not on a network drive.

I made coffee, I watched some news, then showered and threw some clothes on and headed off for a long walk to the office.

As I rounded the bend, I was shocked to see a lot of activity on the construction site.

They worked Saturdays?

Rhett’s van was out the front, and so were about a dozen guys all rushing in and out.

I walked slowly, in the hopes I’d get a glimpse of Rhett, but he did not make an appearance, so I continued on to the office.

My office was deserted, as it should be on the weekend, so I quickly copied files I needed to my online drive, and headed out.

When I walked past the construction site again, slowly this time, I did see Rhett mid-conversation with a bunch of other guys. They were laughing about something. I had the sense they were wrapping up.

Rhett looked over, then did a double-take, then quickly waved as I walked past. I waved back, a little nervously and continued walking. I wasn’t sure what I’d hoped would happen, but a weekend to myself might be the best way to get through whatever was going on with me these past few days.

I wasn’t far from home, but it was a bit of a hill on the return journey so I took it slowly.

A few minutes later, I heard music alongside me, then a sharp ‘beep’ and then the music was turned down. I turned to see Rhett in his van driving alongside me.

“Hey, need a lift?”

I froze. This was unexpected and I really was stuck for words.

He stared, waiting.

I still said nothing, feeling the awkwardness build.

“It’s okay if you don’t, just thought I’d offer,” Rhett said, and started to put the van into gear. He looked over at me one more time.

“Yeah, okay,” I said before I changed my mind, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body.

We didn’t speak at first. Rhett adjusted the volume on the stereo, something classic playing low in the background, and I stared out the window, trying not to replay the moment he waved at me like we were something… familiar. I was still hungover, dehydrated, and now mildly terrified that I’d have to confront whatever it is that was simmering under the surface.

“So you work Saturdays too?” I asked, just to fill the silence.

“Only when the client’s a pain in the ass,” he said, glancing over at me with a grin. “And when I want the overtime. You been to the office?”

“Just had to grab some files. Forgot I had a Monday deadline,” I said. “It’s been one of those weeks.”

He nodded like he knew exactly what I meant. “Yeah, same here. These guys’ve been busting my balls since Wednesday. But today was smooth. Early start, early finish.”

I directed him to my house, and we pulled up in front quickly. I was already unclipping my seatbelt when I felt him look at me.

“You got time for a break?” he asked, casually, like he was offering a coffee. But there was a beat underneath the question, something heavier.

I froze again. My front door suddenly felt like a locked vault. I couldn’t have him in there. Not in the home I shared with Anna. I hadn’t even changed the sheets since she left.

“I was thinking I might… just decompress a bit,” I said, keeping it vague. “Catch up on work. Maybe go for another walk.”

“Oh.” Disappointment.

I paused. What did I want?

“I mean, maybe today we can, just not… here.”

“I live around the corner,” Rhett said. “No pressure. Just thought maybe you’d want to chill for a bit.”

He was already stepping out of the van. I hadn’t even said anything. He came around to the passenger side and leaned in, hands in his back pockets.

“If you need to grab anything or get changed, I don’t mind waiting,” he added. “Totally up to you.”

I looked at the house. I could feel my heart pounding. I could say no, or I could keep pretending this was some weird curiosity. Or I could stop lying to myself.

“Or,” I said, slowly, “you could come in for a coffee?”

His face lit up. Not in a smug way, just… warm. Honest.

“Coffee sounds good,” he said.

I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. The house was quiet. Still smelled like Anna’s perfume faintly in the hallway. Rhett followed me through to the kitchen, taking it all in like he was trying to picture my life.

I started the machine. He leaned against the counter looking relaxed.

“So, you always work Saturdays?” he asked, keeping it light.

“Only when I screw up and forget I’ve got a major presentation,” I said, pouring the coffee. “Wife’s away for a few days so I was going to rest a bit.”

We stood across from each other at opposite ends of the kitchen, mugs in hand. His shirt was smudged from the day, collar askew, hair a little messy from the wind. He looked good like that. Real.

“You got kids?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. We talked about it, but… life, work. Timing’s never right. And you?”

He nodded. “Same. Never married, though. Thought about it once. Didn’t take.”

I looked at him, trying to read between the lines. “That recent?”

“A while ago. Before I moved here. Clean break. No drama really, just one of those that made me wanna be single for a time.”

We sipped in silence for a minute.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said. “And… for not making things weird.”

He smiled. “Who says I’m not about to?”

I giggled. God help me, I actually laughed.

He looked down at his coffee, then back up at me, eyes soft. “Look… ” he trailed off, like he was about to say something awkward.

I stared, feeling that constant adrenaline coursing through me.

“I like you. I realize I don’t know you. And the past couple days, I thought maybe, we could… you know… explore that in bed.”

I swallowed hard, because I didn’t have a response to that. But I didn’t look away.

Not this time.

He watched me, relieved to have got it out.

But I wanted to understand something first. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Shoot,” he said, with that accent that was pretty hard to dislike.

“This thing with guys… it’s really new for me… “

He laughed. A lot. “Yeah, I kind of could tell.”

I laughed too. “That obvious huh?”

His grin was infectious. “Let’s just say that I expected you to bolt any second, so I’m surprised you didn’t.”

We both chuckled.

“Sorry… “

He cut me off. “Nothing to be sorry about. So your question?”

“Yeah. So, you’ve had a bit more experience than I have?” that was as diplomatic as I got.

That cheeky grin that stirred a lot in me and those blue eyes that just penetrated.

“Actually, not that much. Maybe a couple different guys over the past couple years, but really infrequent. Usually I keep to myself, but with you… “

I nodded. He didn’t need to finish. Somehow, I felt the same way. Whatever that was.

He put his mug down, and walked over to me. I stiffened a little, but he took my mug and put it on the counter, and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Absolutely no pressure. I live by myself. I’ve been wanting to explore more with a guy. Like try out a few things maybe. Doesn’t have to be. I’ve wanted someone to explore this with. Thought it might be you. And then I met you this week and… “

The compulsion to kiss him again was strong, so I did. I just moved forward and took us both by surprise.

He tasted like coffee and sweet. His lips were warm, his tongue was hot and his body was hard.

We kissed like that for a few minutes, pressing into each other, hips shifting with need.

Eventually, he pulled away, arms still around my shoulders.

“Got plans later?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “I’ll be honest, I want to…  And no, I have no plans the rest of the weekend. But… I am afraid I’ll back out. Just being honest.”

He smiled. Then gave me another kiss, then touched my cock briefly, which was begging to be released.

“What is it you’re afraid of?” he asked me.

I shrugged. “I feel like, I’m crossing a line that once I cross it, there’s no return.”

He nodded, those eyes let me know they completely understood.

“We’ll take it slow. Sound good? So, if by 5pm you’re not at my house, I’ll be here at your door and I won’t leave until you do it.”

I grinned. “That’s taking it slow?”

He winked. “Give me your phone,” he said.

I stared.

He waited.

“You’re not taking my phone,” I said, shocked he’d even suggest it.

He laughed. “I was going to put my number in your phone Miles,” and roared with laughter.

I did too, a little embarrassed to have misinterpreted.

I pulled out my phone and unlocked it. He saved himself in my contacts, then sent himself a text.

He waved his phone as he backed out of my kitchen, “now I’ve got your number and your address. See you around 5.” And with that, he turned and left.

I stood in the doorway long after he’d gone, phone still in hand, heart hammering like I’d just made a deal with the devil.

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I loved my pub job. I went from introvert, to enjoying the socialising, and bathing in the company of others. I’m a little camp, especially after a few drinks, so it’s not difficult to pick up on my mannerisms. A few of the regular customers openly flirted with me, and slapped or pinched my bottom when I went round collecting empties. A gay couple, probably in their 40s paid me special attention, buying me drinks, though we weren’t allowed to drink on duty. 

My days off were usually Monday or Tuesday, as they were quieter. One Sunday evening, Justin and Jules, the gay couple, invited me back to their place. I cleared it with Gary, who looked a little disappointed, and walked home with them.

They had a pleasant 3-bed semi about a five minute walk. Indoors, they opened a bottle of red. I sat on a sofa, next to Justin, with Jules opposite in an armchair. After a few minutes, Justin put his arm around me, and Jules took his top off. He was still fit AF, with a defined torso. Justin turned my head, and we kissed, tongues entwining. We took our tops off, Justin was as ripped as his boyfriend. Jules came over and knelt in front of us. He undid the top buttons and unzipped us. My cock was straining in my boxers. He pulled it through a leg hole and licked its length. Justin and I carried on kissing as Jules gave me head. I found Justin’s dick and stroked it. He then whispered in my ear that we would be more comfortable in bed. Luckily, they had a super-king size bed. I nestled between them and they set about cock worshipping my big member. Jules sat on it first, while Justin and I kissed. He bounced up and down, tossing himself. I wanted them both to last, so told him to give Justin a turn. Justin tops, so I willingly pulled my legs up. Jules rimmed me and licked his boyfriend, then guided him in. He got into a press-up position and began thrusting. Jules gave me his dick to suck. We’d been at it about ten minutes, when he warned me he was getting close. I told him to go for it, and he gave me his babies. He dropped out and Jules licked the last drops off. He rolled off. Jules laid on his side, and I fed myself back into him, holding onto his waist and pumping slowly, using my entire length. Justin kept taking it out, sucking it and guiding it back in, so I could last for ages. He was tossing himself, and erupted over his thigh and duvet, so I sped up and delivered my load. We had another glass of wine, I dressed, and went back to the pub.

I crept in as quietly as I could, and slipped in behind a sleeping Gary. He must have sensed my presence, turning to kiss me. He turned around, now fully awake, for a proper kiss. His finger found my, still moist, hole. He immediately had an erection. Climbing on top of him, I lowered myself enough to give him room to thrust. Amazingly, I was hard again. I bounced, meeting his thrusts. I was bred for a second time, managing to put a load over Gary’s tummy. We fell asleep, sticky and contented, with him saying I could fuck the guys any time I wanted, if I came back still horny.        

A New Assignment

The gym showers at the high school were a steamy, dimly lit sanctuary. Jason and I were locked in a passionate embrace, our bodies pressed tightly together, the heat of our desire matching the warmth of the water cascading over us. Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, tongues exploring and tasting, hands roaming.

Jason would pause for breath every few moments, his eyes darting over my shoulder to ensure no one was watching. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened our arousal, making every touch more electric.

I whispered in Jason’s ear, my voice low and urgent, “Please..I can do it quick.”

He nodded, his voice a husky murmur, “Okay, but real fucking quick.”

He guided my head down toward his cock, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. The sight of his hard, throbbing shaft made my mouth water, and I eagerly took him in, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of his penis. The taste of him, the feel of him, it was intoxicating. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short gasps as he neared his release.

Sudden noises echoed into the room. We froze as we heard the squeak of the locker room door. Our hearts pounded in our chests as the sudden adrenaline surge made every sense heightened. We jumped apart, spreading out toward farther shower heads. We continued showering, pretending we hadn’t been doing anything at all, our breaths coming in short gasps, our bodies still throbbing with unspent desire.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” Thompson said casually as he walked in, his torso bare and his bottom wrapped in a towel. He moved with a confident stride, his solid frame well built and presented openly for both of us to see. I had never really noticed just how nice Thompson’s body was. He could probably lift me over his head and toss me to the other end of the room if he wanted. He casually removed his towel, revealing a massive, hung cock and smooth hanging balls. I couldn’t help but notice his huge ass as well, his bubble cheeks slapping back and forth as he moved.

“Thank god for running water and generators,” he nodded. He turned on a shower head in the space between Jason and me that we had created and began to shower with us as he continued. “God, that warm water feels good.”

I did my best to focus on the water streaming down above me, despite how large and erect Thompson’s cock had become in the running water. He used his soapy hand to stroke it a few times every once in a while, letting out an audible moan. Jason and I said nothing. As Thompson continued to suds up, his bar of soap shot out of his hand and onto the wet tile between us. 

“Wanna get that for me, Matthew?”

“Um — I…” My nervous breath was cut short by Thompson’s firming tone.

“Did I fucking stutter?”

I carefully lowered myself to the ground and picked up his soap, which had only fallen mere inches from his feet. I could feel his cock firm in the air right next to my face. It took everything in me not to look closer. Back on my feet, I handed the bar back to Thompson. 

“Thanks. So tell me men, how have patrols been?” he probed.

I responded first, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. “We’ve made good ground. Stocked a lot of supplies for the group.”

Jason agreed, his voice matching mine in its attempt at nonchalance. “Yeah, we’ve covered a lot of territory. Found some useful stuff.”

Thompson nodded, his eyes never leaving ours, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “That’s good to hear, boys. I have some new assignments especially picked for you that I’d like you both to take on. Jason –  I want you to meet with Officer Kole when you’re done showering. Matthew – meet me in my office at 10:00.”

We both nodded, our hearts still racing from the close call and the unexpected intrusion. Thompson continued to shower, his massive form casting a shadow over us as he moved. The water streamed down his body, highlighting every muscle, every line.

As we finished our showers in silence, the weight of Thompson’s presence and the new assignments heavy on our minds. I stole a quick nervous glance at Jason. The memory of our passionate encounter was still fresh, the taste of him still on my lips, the feel of his body still imprinted on mine. We knew we had to focus on the tasks at hand, but the tension between us was palpable, a constant reminder of the connection we shared, a connection that was both exhilarating and dangerous.

I stood nervously in Thompson’s office, the door shut firmly behind me. The room was dimly lit, the blinds drawn to keep out the prying eyes of the world outside. Thompson was dressed in a set of army pants and a tight white tank top, his dog tags glinting in the low light. He moved with a confident stride, his muscles rippling with each step as he circled around me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Alright, Matthew, time to talk about new assignments,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative.

I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervousness churning in my stomach. “Of course, I will be of service to the group anyway I can.”

Thompson’s lips curled into a slight smirk. “Well, you see, Matthew, that’s exactly what this is about. Service. We all provide services based on our strengths. I coordinate in line with my police and military training. Officer Kole trains us with weapons and keeps our armory maintained. Officer Hernandez repairs our vehicles. We all play a role. And you have some special skills of your own, Matthew.”

I felt a cold sweat trickle down my spine as he continued, my mind racing with thoughts of being kicked out for the things that Jason and I had been doing on patrols. Thompson’s voice was calm, almost casual, as he spoke.

“I’ve heard about some of your adventures with our friend Jason on your patrols. Some interesting tales of sounds coming from your room at night. Explorations in the shower.”

I sat nervously, facing away from Thompson. My heart raced as he continued to list the things we thought we had done so good at keeping private. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Thompson continued, his voice low and measured.

“You may have noticed, we don’t have any women here right now. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles, I suppose. We are grateful for the men we have. But my men have needs too. And they have reached a point of desperation, you could say.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. I could feel the blood draining from my face, the implications of his words sinking in like a heavy weight.

“That’s why we need you, Matthew. We need your enthusiasm to provide… service. Understand what I’m saying?”

The room seemed to spin around me, the words echoing in my mind. Thompson’s expectations were clear, and the weight of them pressed down on me like a physical force. I sat there, frozen, my mind racing with a mix of shock, fear, and a twisted sense of curiosity.

“Oh now? Why so quiet? Don’t act like you aren’t interested. Couldn’t keep your eyes off my dick an hour ago. I bet you’re thinking about it right now.” He paused for a moment to jostle his thick bulge loose in his pants.

“Or maybe you want to sniff these pits? I heard your kind like that.” He lifted up his bicep to expose a bushy patch of blonde hair. My cock twitched. He was right. I hated that he was right.

Thompson glanced at his watch, his expression serious. “Alright, Matthew, come with me,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of his earlier words heavy on my mind. We headed down the hall, the fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the worn-out lockers and peeling paint. The air was thick with the smell of sweat.

We entered the athletic suite, the weight machines coming into view as we walked toward the wrestling pit. The red and blue padded mats covering the floor and walls gave the room a surreal, almost theatrical feel. I could hear someone moaning in the pit, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

Thompson smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, as he guided me into the pit. The sight that greeted me was both shocking and erotic. Jason was naked, his body glistening with sweat, his ass arched up in the air in a classic doggy style position. Officer Kole stood above him, his massive cock slick and throbbing. He greeted me with a devilish grin before sticking it back up Jason’s hole, pounding into him with fierce intensity. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, a primal symphony of desire and dominance.

I stood frozen, my eyes wide with disbelief and arousal. Thompson’s hand rested on my shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. “Hernandez!” he shouted.

Officer Hernandez appeared from around the corner, his cock already out and ready, a stern look in his eyes. He had beautiful tanned skin and a thick bush of dark brown hair. He moved towards me, his steps deliberate and purposeful. Without a word, he roughly flipped me down onto the floor next to Jason. The impact with the mat was jarring, but the shock of what was happening kept me from reacting.

Hernandez positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips with a firm, unyielding grip. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole, slick with lube. Before I could process what was happening, he plunged his dick all the way against my prostate, a grunt of satisfaction escaping his lips.

The sudden, intense pressure made me gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel every inch of him as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans.

Thompson watched, his eyes never leaving us, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “This is your service, Matthew,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We all have our roles to play.” Thompson had removed his pants and had begun stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold.

I took a deep breath, steading myself for what was to come. The sight of Jason, his body writhing in pleasure, his moans filling the air, was exhilarating. And knowing how horny Hernandez was, how deep he shoved his cock into me. The desperation. Thompson watching us with careful precision. That was turning me on too.

As Hernandez continued to pound into me, I could feel my body responding, my cock hardening despite the confusion swirling in my mind. The room was a haze of desire and dominance, and I knew that there was no turning back. This was my role, my service, and I had to see it through.

Officer Kole’s grunts grew louder, his movements more urgent. With a final, shuddering groan, he came, his body convulsing as he spilled his release into Jason’s hole. “Like my cum, big guy?” Kole said breathlessly, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Look at you, fucking riding this cock. Now clean me up like the good cocksucker you are.”

Jason, his breath coming in ragged gasps, crawled over to Kole’s cum-covered cock. He looked up at Kole, his eyes filled with a mix of submission and desire, before taking the shaft into his mouth. He cleaned it meticulously, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, his lips sucking gently. 

Thompson’s voice cut through the heavy air, his tone commanding and authoritative. “Alright, Jason, now your turn to help here.”

Jason, still on his knees, looked up at Thompson who stood over him, his tank top now on the ground too as he began to play with his firm nipples. Without a word, he grabbed Jason’s head and forced his mouth onto his shaft. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, his lips wrapping around Thompson’s thick member.

I watched as Thompson began to fuck Jason’s mouth, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm. The sound of slurping and gagging filled the space. Jason’s body jerked with each thrust, his hands gripping Thompson’s thighs for support. I looked down for a moment, a gasp escaping my lips as Hernandez shoved even deeper into me.

Thompson’s grunts grew louder, his movements more urgent. He was using Jason’s mouth with a fierce intensity, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock disappearing between Jason’s lips. His body began to tense, his grip on Jason’s head tightening. With a final, shuddering groan, he came, his release spilling down Jason’s throat and overflowing onto the mat. Jason coughed and sputtered, his body convulsing as he struggled to swallow every drop.

Thompson pulled out, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked down at Jason, his voice low and commanding. “Good boy. That’s the spirit of service we need.” Thompson gave Jason a firm slap across his face before caressing the same spot with a soft rub. “Get the fuck out of here. We’ll send your boyfriend back when he’s done.”

Hernandez was breathing heavily now and commanded me to get on my back as he slid his throbbing dick out of my ass. He told me he was going to cum on my face like the little slut I was. And he did. This load spewed all over my face in thick ropes. Once he was done, he kneeled down and rubbed some of the cum onto his fingers before sticking them down my throat until I gagged. “What a good little slut.” He grinned. Herndanez left the room, leaving my cum soaked body laying naked on the mat. Thompson leaned against the wall and stared at me. He was still breathless from the orgasm he just had.

“Sorry you couldn’t get your mouth on my cock this time. Jason just seemed ready. I know I teased you all morning for it.” Thompson spoke, a surprisingly endearing tone for such an egotistical remark.

“That’s alright sir.” I said quietly.

“Why don’t you come over here and help me get dressed.”

At this point, I knew that any demand he gave would not be voluntary. I stood and walked over to his clothes scattered on the floor. First, picking up his soiled jockstrap.

“Give it a sniff. “ He said.

I obliged, inhaling the musky scent of the sweat stained fabric. I then lowered myself to his legs and began to slide the underwear up and over his bulky thighs onto his flaccid cum soaked cock. Then his pants and tank top. When I finished tightening his belt, Thompson gently grabbed my hand and held it against his pecs, encouraging me to rub them softly.

“I’ve changed my mind. I think Jason has plenty of service to provide for the group. I think I want you to be my special treat. I bet you’d like that. Now why don’t you give me a kiss and get the hell out of here.”

I paused for a moment, and then leaned into Thompson as he stuck out his tongue and began sucking on my lips. He gave me a firm slap on the ass as I walked out and it was done.

Jason was sitting on the edge of our bed when I entered our room. I sat next to him in silence, resting a hand on his thigh.

“I don’t know what’s worse, Matt. That our safe space has now been invaded. Or that a part of me liked it.”

“I’m not judging you. There’s something about their energy, their need for it. Maybe it gives us power. More than we think.”

Jason paused. “Not sure how sustainable this is though. Being treated like little sex slaves. Not exactly the paradise we imagined for ourselves.”

“We can’t stay here.” I declared. “That much is obvious. But maybe we should ride it out for now. Figure out our next steps. See what else we can learn about what the hell is even going on. Seems like we are the only one’s that care about that.”

Jason nodded in agreement. “No shit. All these fuckers want to do is gather more supplies. And blow their loads apparently. We gotta play it smart.”

“Oh believe me, I’ve got plenty of ideas.”

TO BE CONTINUED

The Night He Took My Virginity

I sit there on the porch, journal in my lap, staring at the words like they might rearrange themselves into something easier. I can’t tell if I’m writing to remember him or to forget him.

My phone buzzes again.

This time, I don’t ignore it. I glance. It’s Cal, my best friend.

Pack, bitch. London waits for no one.

I smile. Barely. Then shove the journal into my backpack, push open the front door, and head back inside.

My room’s a mess. Suitcase open, nothing inside. Outfits scattered like a clothing bomb went off. I try to fold a hoodie, then stop. It’s his hoodie. The gray one. The one he was wearing the night he….

I drop it on the bed and sit down hard, palms against my knees, chest tight. I’ve been putting this off all day. Not the packing. Not the leaving.

The remembering.

Because some memories deserve to be left untouched. Like museum glass, you don’t press too hard. You just stand there and admire, and ache, and move on.

But I can’t move on until I go back. One more time.

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My eighteenth birthday

Luke didn’t say it was a date. Not out loud.

He texted me the week before. Said his parents were flying to Hawaii for their anniversary. Said he’d have the whole place to himself. Then he added:

Don’t make plans Friday. I’ve got something in mind.

I told him I had work that night. He told me to call out. He never asked like a boyfriend would. Never begged. Just said it like it was obvious I’d come. And he was right.

I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

I’d never told anyone how badly I wanted that night to be something. Something more than just a hookup. More than sweaty palms and stolen kisses and unspoken rules. I wanted to be his, fully. I wanted it to mean something. Even if we never said the word love.

Even if we weren’t a thing.

When I got to his house, the lights were dim. One lamp in the living room, the big one by the fireplace. He opened the door in sweats and that gray hoodie, the sleeves pushed up. His hair was messy, like he’d showered and let it air dry.

“Happy birthday,” he said, soft smile on his face.

I don’t know what I was expecting. A dumb card? A wink and a blowjob?

Instead, he let me in and everything smelled like cinnamon. I figured it was a candle, but then I saw the plate on the coffee table. A slice of cake. From that café. The one I kept mentioning but never thought he actually remembered.He lit a single candle and said, “Make a wish.”

I looked at him. This beautiful, frustrating, impossible boy standing there with cake and my favorite movie already queued up. And I wished for him.

Then I blew out the candle.

He didn’t touch me at first. Not during the movie. Not even when our legs touched under the blanket. We just sat there by the couch, side by side, me trying not to freak out, him pretending this was just a chill hang.

Halfway through the movie, he turned and looked at me.“Been thinking about this for weeks,” he said.

I turned to him. “What?”

He reached out, brushed a thumb against my cheek.

“This.”

And he kissed me.
Not like he did in the locker room. Not like behind the shed or in his truck after practice. This kiss was different. Slower. Focused. Like he had nowhere else to be. Like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

His hand cupped my jaw. His tongue was warm and slow and soft. My body went weightless. When we pulled apart, I think I whispered, “Why are you being like this?”

He didn’t answer. Just took my hand and stood up.

He led me to his bedroom.

I’d been there before. We used to play Xbox on the floor, eat snacks, argue over game scores. But now everything looked different. The bed was made. The curtains drawn. The room quiet in a way that felt intentional.

He shut the door and turned to face me.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he said.

“I know,” I replied. But I didn’t pull away. “I want to.”

My hands were shaking. My heart was racing. But I wanted this. Him. All of it.

He kissed me again. Harder this time. And I let him.

We moved slow. Carefully. His hands slid under my shirt, lifting it over my head. Then his. I could barely breathe. His chest was tan and broad, muscles flexing slightly every time he moved. I reached up to touch him, fingers trailing along the line down his abs, and he hissed in a breath.

“You sure?” he asked, again.

I nodded.

“Never done this before,” I admitted. “Like… all the way.”

He stepped closer, kissed my temple. “Me neither. With a guy.”

That made something loosen in my chest. I wasn’t alone.

He laid me down on the bed and climbed over me, straddling me gently, his weight heavy in the best way. We kissed for a long time. Tongues brushing, lips parting, hands learning each other’s skin.
He didn’t rush. He undressed me piece by piece, looking at me like I was something sacred. I tried not to hide my face. Tried not to flinch when I got exposed.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I moaned when he kissed my chest. My stomach. The inside of my thighs. Every part of me felt like it was waking up for the first time.

When he pressed a lubed finger inside me, I gasped.

“Just relax,” he said, voice low, mouth against my neck. “I’ll go slow.”

And he did.

Every step of it, he was careful. Asking. Listening. Adjusting. Until the moment he finally slid in slowly and my whole body arched under him. It hurt, at first. But I wanted to take it. I wanted to feel him like that. Closer than anyone had ever been.

He leaned down, forehead pressed against mine. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

And he didn’t.

He rocked into me gently, then deeper, the bed creaking softly beneath us. My legs wrapped around his waist. Our hands tangled. Our breath synced. He kissed me through it. Held me through it. Made me feel more real than I ever had.

I came first. Messy. Silent. His name bitten into my lip.

He kept going, moaning quietly, sweat on his back, jaw tight. When he came, it was with a grunt and a kiss against my neck, his hands cradling my face like he never wanted to let go.

After, we lay there. in nothing but our underwear. Tangled. Silent.

The only sound was our breathing.

I thought he’d pull away. Make a joke. Say something to undo the softness. But he didn’t. He kissed my forehad. Tucked the blanket around us. Wrapped himself around me like I was home.

“You okay?” he asked again, quieter this time.

“Yeah,” I said. “Better than okay.”

He smiled into my hair. “Good.”

I fell asleep with his arm across my stomach and his breath warm against my neck.

It was the first time I felt completely held.

The next morning, he made pancakes. Burned them, of course. We ate shirtless at the counter, legs brushing, shoulders bumping. He acted like we were something. Like I was his.

Even if he never said it out loud.

And for a while, I believed that maybe we could be. That the world would bend for us. That maybe, if we just kept choosing each other, we could make it work.

I was wrong.

But that night…that night…I wasn’t.

That night, he was mine.

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I blink out of the memory.

Back in my room, the clock ticks past 2AM. I’m sitting on the floor now, knees tucked to my chest, Luke’s hoodie beside me like it’s waiting to be worn.I pick it up. Bury my face in it. It still smells faintly like him. Like that night.

Like the version of me I don’t know how to let go of.

Tomorrow, I leave for College.

Late night flight. Three checked bags and a heart that still doesn’t know how to pack this away.

I zip the suitcase, hoodie carefully packed at the bottom.

One last thing of his.

And maybe, that’s all I’ll ever get.

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The Last Time I Saw Him

I barely slept.

By the time my alarm buzzed, I had been lying in bed for hours, eyes fixed on the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs. My suitcase sat zipped in the corner. Passport tucked in the front pocket. Hoodie packed at the bottom where I could not see it but still felt it somehow.

My flight was at night. One more day.

Cal texted me first.

You awake?

I walked over without replying. He lived two streets over. It was early morning , the sky a pale gray, the kind of light that slips in gently before the sun shows itself. The neighborhood was quiet, wrapped in that hush that makes everything feel suspended. His porch light was on. I didn’t bother knocking.

He opened the door and pulled me into a hug before I could say anything.“You good?” he asked against my shoulder.

I didn’t answer right away. I just stood there, breathing in the familiar smell of his house, the faint cologne he always over-sprayed, the cinnamon from the toaster in the kitchen.

He stepped back, narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re going to see him, aren’t you?”

I looked down.

 “Troy.” He sounded… not angry exactly, just disappointed in me.

“He asked me to meet him,” I said. “Said it would be quick. Said he just wanted to say goodbye.”Cal let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus, dude. What else is there to say?”

I shrugged. “I just… I want to see him one last time.”

“No, you don’t,” he said. “You think you do. But all he ever did was mess with your head. And now you’re leaving, finally getting out, and you’re letting him reel you back in for what? Closure? He doesn’t get to have that. He broke you.”

“He didn’t mean to,” I muttered.

Cal looked at me for a long time. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s the problem.”

He hugged me again. Tighter this time. “Just… be careful with your heart, okay?”

I nodded.

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The football field looked smaller in the morning light. Dew clung to the grass. The goalposts stood still. Silent. Everything felt paused, like the world had not yet decided what it wanted to be today.

Luke stood near the sideline. Alone. Wearing his old varsity jacket, the one he wore the night he pulled me behind the shed after practice and kissed me so hard I forgot my name. I hated how much I loved seeing him in it. Him, here. Away from prying eyes. Like something out of a memory I hadn’t asked to relive.He turned when he heard my footsteps. No smile. Just those familiar eyes, watching me like they always did…like he wanted to say something but never could.

“Hey,” he said softly.

I said nothing.

“I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to see you. One more time.”

“So you texted me at five in the morning.”

He gave a weak laugh. “I couldn’t sleep.”

 I looked over at the shed, a small smile tugging at my lips. “That’s where we kissed.”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes flicking to the goalpost. “I remember.”

Silence settled between us. The kind that felt too loud.

“I wanted to tell you,” he said finally, “that I’m happy for you. I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time. Getting out. Starting over.”

“Is that what this is?” I asked. “A pep talk?”

He looked down. “I didn’t mean for it to end like this.”

“But it did.”

Luke looked up. “Troy….”“You’re wearing the jacket I said I liked on you,” I said.

He glanced down, then back up at me. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I wore it for you.”

I swallowed. My throat already felt tight.

We stood in that stupid charged silence. The one we’d mastered. The one that always made me wonder if this time would be different.

I looked at him. Really looked at him. There were bags under his eyes. His hair still messed from sleep. He hadn’t come to impress me. He’d come because he needed to.

“I’m scared,” he said suddenly. “You know how much I… uh… like you.”

The words tumbled out quiet and clumsy. Not quite a confession. Not quite a denial. Just enough to let the door stay cracked.

But only because no one was around to hear it.

Luke was never good with feelings. Not unless we were in the dark. Not unless his hand was under my shirt. He loved me in the ways he could manage…fingers through my hair, late-night drives, falling asleep mid-sentence. But never in daylight. Never where it counted.

“I know you are,” I said. “But you don’t get to be scared and still have me.”

He stepped closer, his voice lower now. “Troy, I think about you all the time.”

“Then why did you let me walk away?” I whispered.

“I didn’t know how to stop you.”

“You didn’t even try.”

He reached for me. Fingers brushing mine.

My body betrayed me. I leaned forward, just a little. Enough for him to know I still wanted to be wanted. Enough to hope maybe he finally meant it.

His hand cupped my face.

I let him.

His thumb traced along my cheekbone like it was muscle memory. My eyes fluttered shut for half a second.

He leaned in.

But right before his lips touched mine, he pulled back, glancing toward the edge of the field. “Dude. Someone might see. The gardener’s usually up around this time.”

I opened my eyes. The air between us shattered.
There it was. The line. Always drawn. Always there when it mattered.

“Right,” I said quietly. “God forbid someone sees.”

“Troy,” he said. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” I asked, my voice cracking. “What was I to you? Am I just some blurry memory now? Some secret you’re relieved to be rid of?”

He looked like he wanted to say something.

He didn’t.

“You can’t even say it,” I whispered. “You can’t even name what we were.”

He closed the distance again. “Troy. I wanted you. I still do.”

My breath caught.

His hand found my jaw again, gentler this time. His eyes on mine. That same look I fell for a hundred times.

And then, he leaned in again.

I almost let him.

But I pulled back. This time, for me.

“Do you want to kiss me because you miss me,” I asked, “or because you’re about to lose me?”

He blinked. Hesitated. “I don’t know what I want,” he said.

I stepped away. Numb. “That’s not good enough anymore.”

“Troy…”

“You always do this,” I said, barely holding it in. “You pull me in just enough to keep me hoping. Then push me away before it means anything.”

“Troy, please.”

I shook my head and turned, already walking. My chest burned. My throat closed.

“Troy, don’t…please don’t do this,” he called after me.

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
The tears came fast, hot and silent, falling before I made it off the field. I wiped them with the sleeve of my hoodie, quick and frantic, like I could erase what just happened if I moved fast enough.

But it didn’t work.

I cried all the way to the sidewalk. Quiet. Shoulders shaking. Because the truth hurt more than the lie: he loved me. I knew that. But he would never fight for me. And I couldn’t keep loving someone who only loved me in secret.
_______I didn’t go back to Luke’s. I didn’t answer when he texted. I didn’t open the voice note he sent an hour later. I couldn’t.

I walked home slowly, like I was hoping the day would stretch out and let me stay suspended in it a little longer. Like maybe I wouldn’t have to leave if the clock just froze. But time doesn’t do that. Not when you need it to.

My room was already half-packed. Walls bare. Closet hollow. I stared at the empty shelves like they were a body after someone moves out of it. The ghost of who I was here.

My mom tried to stay strong, but her eyes kept glancing at me like she was memorizing me. My dad didn’t say much, just carried my suitcase to the trunk and gave my shoulder a squeeze. That was how he said goodbye. Through weight, not words.

My little sister slipped a folded piece of paper into my jacket pocket when no one was looking. I didn’t read it. Not yet. Just pressed it to my chest for a second. Just held it.

The drive to the airport was quiet.

I watched the town blur past through the car window. The coffee shop. The gas station. The stoplight near the school where we used to sneak kisses in the backseat. Every place looked smaller now. Like it already knew I was leaving.

At the terminal, my mom finally cried. Full tears this time, arms wrapped tight around me like she was afraid I might disappear. “You’re going to do amazing,” she said, voice thick. “Just… don’t forget to eat.”

“I won’t,” I whispered.

My dad hugged me second. Pulled me in hard. “Make us proud, alright?”

I nodded.

My sister was last. No words. Just her pinky hooking mine like we used to do when we were little. I nearly broke.

But I didn’t.

I made myself walk. Through security. Past the gate. Every step a kind of grief. Every footfall echoing what I was leaving behind.

On the plane, I sat by the window and pressed my forehead to the glass. The sky outside was soft and blue. The clouds looked like they didn’t care about any of this. Like none of it mattered.

The seatbelt light flicked on. The engine hummed louder. The ground began to drift away.

And I thought of Luke.

Of his hand on my jaw. Of his mouth inches from mine. Of the words he never said, the name he never called me, the life he never let us have.

I thought of all the almosts. All the maybes. All the ways he could’ve loved me better but didn’t.

And I closed my eyes.

Because maybe this heartbreak was the price of freedom.
Maybe losing him was the cost of finding myself.

I exhaled.

The runway shrank behind me. The town disappeared under a sheet of clouds. The only thing ahead now was air and sky and whatever comes next.

I wasn’t running anymore.

I was walking into something new.

A different chapter.

And this time, I was the one choosing how it begins.

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Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the first three chapters of Summer After Him, the first arc of “Everything Meant Nothing”Now, the story moves forward. The next arc is called Halfway to Him. This chapter takes Troy across the ocean, into a new country, a new college, and a world full of unfamiliar faces; some of them a little too distracting. There’s homesickness, late-night chaos, and cereal eaten in nothing but a towel. But more than that, there’s a chance to start over.

This is a story about rebuilding. About shedding the past, and maybe…without meaning to falling into something new.I will be posting all future chapters of this story on GayDemon as well. Please stay tuned.
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Jerome was a towering specimen of male beauty, a living work of art who commanded every room he entered. His face was a lethal combination: high, razor-sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline that looked carved from granite, and piercing green eyes that gleamed with arrogance. His dark brown hair, short but slightly wavy, fell in messy strands across his forehead, adding a wild edge to his magazine-cover looks. His body was a temple of muscle: bulging biceps that strained the sleeves of his shirts, massive pecs that jutted out like shields, and abs so defined they seemed etched in stone. His thighs, thick and powerful, were the result of years of heavy squats, and though his jeans hid the rest, the noticeable bulge hinted at an impressive endowment—a long, thick cock that Jerome never hesitated to boast about as his secret weapon. Straight to the core, he moved from one woman to the next with the ease of someone who knew he was untouchable, but his cocky arrogance blinded him to the traps his own pride could set.

Ky, his friend and gym rival, was just as striking, but in a different way. Leaner but no less muscular, he had a sleek, chiseled physique, with sculpted biceps that flexed like steel cables, firm pecs that filled out his tight shirts perfectly, and abs that looked like a washboard. His thighs were strong yet agile, ideal for sprints and quick lifts. Ky’s face was softer, almost boyish, with delicate features but a crooked smile that hid a dangerous malice. His deep brown eyes, sharp and watchful, seemed to track Jerome’s every move, like a predator biding its time. His black hair, cropped short on the sides but longer on top, gave him a rebellious air. Ky was no slouch in the endowment department either: beneath his gym pants, you could make out a cock just as impressive, a trait he didn’t shy away from flaunting with sharp-witted jabs. But there was something about Ky—an undercurrent of intent, a calculation behind every word, as if each taunt was a step toward a precise goal.

After a grueling workout at the gym, the two headed to the pizzeria across the street, a ritual to unwind. Seated at a corner table with steaming pizzas in front of them, they ordered a pitcher of ice-cold beer, followed by another that Jerome insisted on grabbing from the bar. While Jerome downed glass after glass, refilling his mug with gusto and laughing loudly, Ky sipped his beer slowly, his eyes never leaving his friend. He joined in the laughter now and then, but his glass stayed half-full, his control evident even in a moment of levity. The air was thick with testosterone, with Jerome, fueled by the beer, dominating the conversation with tales of his conquests, his tight shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked pecs.

“Bro, you talk a big game, but you’re just a trophy hunter,” Ky said, his smirk barely visible as he set his glass down carefully. His voice was low, insinuating, like he was laying a trap. “Always chasing the next chick. But tell me, stud, could you hold back for a bit? Keep that legendary dick of yours in check for, say, a month?”

Jerome, cheeks flushed from the beer and ego soaring, let out a booming laugh, slamming his mug on the table. “Hold back? Ky, look at me.” He spread his arms wide, his biceps looking ready to burst. “I’m a fucking machine. My body does what I tell it to. I don’t need to jerk off every day like some desperate loser.” His gaze, slightly hazy from the alcohol, landed on Ky with a challenge.

Ky didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with a malicious spark. “Oh, really? Then let’s make a bet, hotshot. You say you’ve got all this control? Prove it. One month without touching yourself, without fucking, nothing. Just you and your willpower. If you win, I’ll cover your dinners for a week. But if you lose…” He paused, letting the words hang in the air, his smile widening. “…well, let’s see how much of a king you really are.”

Jerome, hyped up on beer and his own bravado, didn’t hesitate. “A month? That’s a joke, Ky. I own my dick, not the other way around. I’m in. Get ready to pay up.”

Ky chuckled, but his eyes stayed locked on Jerome. “Not so fast, buddy. I don’t trust you. You’re too slick to not try and cheat.” He leaned closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “If you’re serious, you’ll wear a chastity cage. I’ll buy it, I’ll hold the keys. One month, locked up tight, with that stud cock of yours unable to do a damn thing. So, what do you say? You man enough to handle it?”

Jerome hesitated, but only for a split second, the beer clouding his judgment just enough. The challenge was too juicy, and his pride wouldn’t let him back down. “Do it, Ky,” he said, his grin masking a flicker of unease. “Buy that fucking cage. It won’t change a thing. I’m stronger than any bullshit you try to put on me.”

Ky nodded slowly, his smile sharpening. “Perfect. Tomorrow, in the locker room, after the workout. I’ll bring the cage, and we’ll see how long the great Jerome lasts.” His words were light, but there was a note of satisfaction, as if he’d just set in motion a plan that Jerome, still lost in his beer mug, couldn’t yet grasp.

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The next day, in the locker room, the air was thick with tension. Jerome had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles glistening with water and sweat. His pecs flexed with every move, his abs rippling like waves. Ky arrived with a black box in hand, his smile more dangerous than ever. “Here’s your new toy,” he said, pulling out a metal chastity cage, cold and compact, chosen carefully based on the measurements Jerome had cockily provided.

Jerome eyed it, his ego wrestling with a shadow of doubt. “Gimme that shit,” he muttered, dropping the towel. His cock, even at rest, was a masterpiece: long, thick, with veins faintly pulsing. Slipping on the cage was a slow process, the cold metal gripping his warm flesh. The click of the lock echoed like a verdict.

Ky slipped the key into his pocket, his eyes never leaving Jerome. “I bet you’ll be begging me to let you out in a couple of days,” he said, his voice low and laced with an unspoken promise.

Jerome pulled up his pants, his usual smirk sliding back into place. “Keep dreaming, Ky. I run my body. You better start saving for those dinners.”

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Only a few days had passed, but to Jerome, it felt like forever. The chastity cage was proving how badly he’d overestimated his endurance. Every girl who walked by in the gym, her leggings hugging her curves or her top teasing bare skin, was pure torment. Every Instagram pic of women in tiny bikinis or provocative poses set his blood boiling. And the porn videos he kept watching, hoping to scratch the unbearable itch burning inside him, were a knockout blow. His cock, used to ruling the show, strained desperately against the cage, begging for release. Every time he grabbed his bulge in a moment of arousal, forgetting his prison, the metal snapped him back to reality like a plunge into icy water. He couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t cum, couldn’t unleash the energy that made his legs shake and his temples throb.

He needed to jerk off, craved it. The thought of wrapping his hand around his thick, long cock and stroking until he exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm consumed him. But the cage was unrelenting, and the key was with Ky. Jerome was a volcano of frustration, and Ky knew it. He knew his friend better than anyone: a guy like Jerome, used to wielding his cock like a weapon daily, couldn’t handle this kind of abstinence. It was a tailor-made hell, and Ky, with his sly grin, was watching his plan unfold.

After days of this torture, Ky decided it was time to up the ante. He organized a “guys’ night” at his place, a carefully staged trap. He invited Jerome with the promise of a chill evening: popcorn, endless beers, salty snacks to spark thirst, and some old games on TV. He knew Jerome wouldn’t resist the chance to drink, especially now, when he was grasping for any distraction from his pent-up frustration. They grabbed everything they needed—way too many beers, bags of popcorn, and salty chips—and headed to Ky’s place, a spacious studio with a comfy couch and a big flat-screen.

Once there, they settled in. Jerome, in a tight shirt that showed off his chiseled pecs, flopped onto the couch, already cracking open a beer. Ky, in a black tee that hugged his defined abs, sat beside him, a faint smile playing on his lips. They started messing around as usual, laughing, munching on chips, and commenting on an old soccer match. Jerome drank like there was no tomorrow, downing beer after beer, his face flushing and his laughter growing louder. Ky, meanwhile, sipped slowly, his eyes fixed on Jerome, watching for every crack in his armor.

After about an hour, when Ky figured the beer had done its job, he grabbed the remote and switched channels. A porn flick came on: a busty blonde getting pounded by two ripped guys. Her moans filled the room, the rhythm of their bodies hypnotic. Jerome, mug halfway to his mouth, froze, his eyes glued to the screen. His cock, already on edge from days of denial, reacted instantly, straining against the cage with a force that tore a stifled groan from his throat.

“What the fuck, Ky?” he muttered, voice hoarse, but he couldn’t look away. The beer had fogged his mind, and the scene on the screen was like gasoline on the fire of his libido.

Ky turned to him, his smile now openly wicked. “Oh, sorry, bro. Thought it might help you… unwind,” he said, his voice low and dripping with fake innocence. He leaned closer, his knee brushing Jerome’s thick thigh. “Or is it driving you nuts? Tell me, how’s your buddy doing down there? Bet it’s screaming to get out.”

Jerome swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. His cock throbbed against the cage, every thrust on the screen amplifying the pain and perverse pleasure of his confinement. “Fuck you, Ky,” he growled, but his voice lacked conviction. The beer, the frustration, the porn—it was all too much. He felt like a caged animal, and Ky was watching him like a hunter who knew his prey was right where he wanted it.

Ky leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jerome’s ear. “You know, bro, I think you’re finding out something new,” he whispered, his words slow and deliberate. “All that control you thought you had? It’s falling apart. And I’m right here to watch it happen.” He dangled the key, pulled from his pocket, in front of Jerome’s eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, he slipped it back into his pocket, his smile widening. “You know, Jerome, you’re exceeding my expectations. I didn’t think you’d last this long without breaking.”

Jerome clenched his fists, his biceps flexing with tension. His pride was in tatters, crushed by the need raging inside him. The sight of the key, so close yet so far, was the final straw. “Ky, please,” he muttered, his voice broken, a tone he’d never used before. “Give me the key, just once. I gotta… fuck, I gotta jerk off, my balls are gonna burst. I can’t take it anymore, it’s all I think about, I’m begging you. I’ll put it back on after, I swear.”

Ky raised an eyebrow, his smile turning sharper, almost predatory. He leaned back, crossing his arms, letting the silence weigh heavy between them. “Oh, Jerome,” he said finally, his voice smooth and laced with dangerous satisfaction. “Begging, huh? That’s interesting. But you know, this is a bet. And I’ve got the key. You really want me to let you out? Or do you want to see how far you can go? Anyway, don’t worry, I’ll be strong for you. I won’t give you the key and let you lose the bet. You should be grateful.”

Jerome was breathing hard, his body a battleground between the urge to give in and the pride still fighting to hold on. The porn on the screen, the blonde’s moans, the heat of Ky’s body so close—it all seemed to conspire to break him. But Ky didn’t budge, didn’t pull out the key. He just watched, those brown eyes seeming to see every weakness.

“Chill, Jerome,” he said at last, raising his mug like a toast. “The night’s just getting started.” But in his eyes was a promise: this was just the beginning of a descent Jerome had never imagined.

At 3pm exactly Ryan enters room 405, it’s little used room at the end of a long corridor used more for storage then as a meeting space, idly he wonders why they don’t meet in his boss’s office.

As soon as he steps inside his concerns notch up a level. His boss is sat pensively in a chair. Whilst leaning back against a desk is a woman Ryan knows all too well, Stef from HR. If his boss has brought in HR to observe then this can only be bad, a sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. To make matters worse he has had several run-ins with Stef resulting in a deep mutual dislike of one another.

 Before Ryan can even take a seat, his boss speaks, “You know Stef?” It’s rhetorical because he knows Ryan does so, he just nods. “I’ve invited her here because of the gravity of the situation. We’ve discussed it and she advises me this means she and I have three options available to us.” Ryan doesn’t like the ‘She and I’ part of this. Surely it wasn’t for Stef to decide his fate? She’s just here to ensure that the company doesn’t break any employment rules.

Now wide-eyed Ryan looks from one to the other. Seeing a small smirk appear on Stef’s face. Ryan has the impression that she looks a little dishevelled, flushed. She is a fairly trim, not bad looking woman in her mid-thirties and very fastidious about her appearance. Before he could process this his boss goes on, “we can fire you.” He pauses to let that sink in. Seeing Ryan gulp he goes on, “we can issue a written warning – but Stef has ruled that out.” He now smirks, “or if we can satisfy ourselves that this is a one-off glitch, and that you’ll be a ‘good boy’ from now on, we could give you a verbal warning.” Stef interjects, “An oral.” She enjoys the confused look on Ryan’s face. “Do you think you can learn to be a ‘good boy’ if you take the oral option Ryan?” Ryan can see that she’s enjoying see him squirm, there’s a weird chemistry between her and his boss. They are exchanging knowing glances, both enjoying his discomfort.

Ryan stammers a little, “well, eh, well, of course, I, I would prefer the verbal, em, oral option and can assure you…” With a broader grin his boss jumps in “perhaps you should see what the oral option actually looks like Ryan, naturally I’d like to keep you on the Team, but you will need to satisfy Stef not me. Ryan is now hot and confused about what they are saying. As his gaze moves back to Stef, he sees that she is pulling her skirt up her legs as she shifts her legs apart. To Ryan’s utter shock she pulls it right up revealing first her stocking tops and then, no panties, but a shaved cunt. His brain races, realising what ‘oral’ means here.  He feels slightly sick. Surely, they aren’t expecting him to go down on her? It’s revolting, he’s gay and has never liked the idea of going down on a woman it really disgusts him, surely this is not legal.

Stef looks at him, smug, “so, gay boy, are you ready to take your oral? Recon you can actually satisfy a woman? Ryan has a sheen of sweat all over now, “eh, eh, look I’m sorry if I’ve, eh this can’t be legal, can it? I mean…” His boss cuts off is stumbling dialogue, “Think of it as a special arrangement Ryan, our way of helping you out. Now the job market is pretty slow at the moment and without a reference it may take you a while to get another job. So, perhaps you should show Stef how much you value this job. And how sorry you are for being such an arrogant little prick. Stef sniggers, “I’m waiting Ryan, let me hear how sorry you are first and then make it up to me.”

Ryan’s mind races, this can’t be happening. Not to him. But it is and he knows he has no choice. Mechanically he moves across the room and sinks to his knees in front of Stef. As he comes face to face with her pussy, he can see every detail of her engorged fleshy cunt. He can smell it, hot tangy, fishy. It’s so wet. The idea of getting anywhere near it is making him queasy. “I’m sorry I was rude to you Stef; it won’t happen again.” Stef’s hand is now moving into her cunt. A finger sliding over her sloppy gash. Ryan watches in horror as she brings her wet finger up and wipes if on his nose, then she guides it down under his chin lifting his head so he has to look her into her eyes. Ryan’s boss silently stands.

Steff grins, “Keep going gay boy, let me hear how much of an arrogant prick you have been.” “I’m so sorry I was such prick. I know I can be a bit of a wanker, Stef, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m so sorry…” Before he can grovel any more his boss’s large hand pushes his head forward, ramming him face first into the wet, puffy cunt. Ryan coughs and splutters as his face is rubbed into Stef’s now very juicy cunt. He can hear them laughing. “Shut up gay boy and make Stef happy,” his boss laughs. He hears Stef sigh as his face is rubbed up and down. He can feel the cunt juice spreading over his face. Smell the nasty fishy ditch. His nose is pressed between the warm folds of flesh, coating his face more. Ryan is horrified at what he’s being forced to do. He isn’t used to being bullied, humiliated and abused. He’s normally the one doing it.

His boss grinds his face into the sloppy trench a bit more before demanding Ryan start to pleasure Stef orally, “it’s called an oral for a reason Ryan, get your tongue in there. Make Stef happy.” Reluctantly Ryan starts to lick, immediately more juices flow. The taste is suddenly bleachy and to his horror Ryan realises that he’s ingesting their combined juices, Stef’s and his Boss’s. He’s actually scooping his own boss’s spunk out of a freshly fucked cunt. He pulls back briefly panting, retching, but is rammed back by his boss. As his face is mashed in to the warm wet space, he feels another pair of hands take control of his head. “Eat me out gay boy, fucking eat me, work that fag tongue.

Ryan wants it over; he starts lapping, working his tongue. No idea what he’s doing except filling his mouth with slime he has to swallow. Stef steers his head around, now grinding her own cunt onto his nose and mouth, groaning in pleasure as much at Ryan’s humiliation as the act. “How’s he doing?” His boss asks. “He needs practice, but he’ll learn. Get your fag tongue higher gay boy,” Stef pants. And as Ryan finally finds her clitoris she groans, “yes there you wanker, work it, yes good boy.” And Ryan frantically tongues the nub of flesh. He’s desperate for this to be over. His boss is stood right behind him using his crotch to press him into the hot rank space. Ryan can now hear their sloppy kisses as they make out. The whole scene is revolting to him. He is distracted briefly by the sound of a WhatsApp message pinging into his phone. But continues with his task lapping Stef’s recently fucked cunt.

Finally, Stef’s legs twitch uncontrollably, she’s shaking and panting, “yeah, fuck yes you piece of shit, yes, yes yeeeeeeeeeeees, fuck, yes.” And Ryan’s face is treated to even more cunt slime. As she finishes her orgasm, she pulls Ryan’s head back by his hair looking down into his shiny, red and wet features with a big smile, “not bad gay boy.” She starts to adjust her clothing to cover her sloppy cunt. Ryan’s boss takes a seat, as Ryan shuffles back and awkwardly stands, “So, what do you think Stef, four weeks on probation? Meeting once a week to check on his progress.” Ryan looks at his boss in horror, they can’t expect him to do this again. But they do, “Yeah, four weeks and if he’s not up to scratch we can extend it. Or just fire him.” She looks at Ryan with a contemptuous smile. “Good, that’s agreed, as long as you’re good with that of course Ryan. I assume you are?” Seeing Ryan’s defeated nod, he goes on “Good, I’ll get my PA to book this room again Stef and send you all diary notes. You should get going Ryan you have a lot of work to do. There’s a men’s room just down the hall. You might want to clean up a bit you look a mess.”

Ryan cleans up, seething with rage at the indignity of what he’s just done. He distracts himself with work for the next two hours determined to get this project back on track and out from under Stef’s control. The WhatsApp message he can see is from Paul, but much as he’s keen to see Paul’s on going suffering, it goes ignored. He takes a minute out to message his mate, Ed, and ask if he’s free for a drink tonight after work, he really needs one. Fortunately, Ed is up for it and agrees to meet at a local bar for a few beers at 6pm.

“Who’s next?” Zac asked to no one in particular. There were five other guys in the room all waiting their turn to fuck him. His buddy, Tate, was the first of the evening to break him in, got him loosened up for the others. 

“Step right up, bros,” Tate said as he stroked his dick which was still hard. “The bitch is tight as fuck.”

“I’ll go, bro.” It was Chase, the usually quiet and reserved mountain of muscle. Ever since he saw Zac walk in the door that night Chase couldn’t wait to bury his bone in that tight Marine pussy. “You want it gentle or rough, Marine?”

Zac guffawed. “Bro, there’s no other way but rough. And this goes for all you other dudes, don’t ask me what I want. I’m the bitch. You do what you want to me.”

Tate snickered. “She’s not lying. The bitch may look like a fucking big, bad ass, Marine, but she likes her pussy pounded.”

“Christ, Tate, you weren’t fucking kidding,” Scott said while he stroked his hard cock. He watched Chase mount the muscle boy Marine. Zac made a loud gasping sound when the bigger dude slid into him. “How do you know this cunt?” asked Scott.

Tate snickered. “Dude, we grew up together. Zac’s my best buddy from high school. Used to bone him all the time on the down low. Then the fucker went into the Marines. I went to college. When ever the bitch would come home on leave, we’d fuck. Zac just got home on leave and wanted to visit his old fuck buddy. Asked me to set up a banger. Pussy has been deployed for a year and hasn’t been cunted in a while.”

“Oh my god, your fucking pussy is sucking my dick in,” Chase growled at Zac. “Fucking pussy is unbelievable.”

“God damn, your cock is so big, bro.” Zac clenched his jaw, his eyes were squeezed shut. “Stretching out my puss bro!”

Blaine was standing next to Scott, also stroking his hard cock. “Chase! Bro, take it easy on her. You’re gonna wreck her pussy for the rest of us.”

“Fuck off!” Zac blurted out to Blaine. “Don’t stop, you fucking beast,” he said to Chase. 

“Don’t worry, bro,” Tate said to Blaine. “The bitch can take it and still stays tight. Her pussy is like fucking elastic.”

“FUCK! GOD DAMN IT! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!” Chase roared as he rammed all the way in, his ass flexed as he released his load into the jacked Marine. 

“FUCK YEAH! FUCKING WARM AND STICKY!” Zac blared out. “I feel your boys inside me, bro.”

Chase pulled out and climbed off the Marine. He smacked the muscle boy’s ass. “Good Marine pussy.”

“Next!” Zac called out. 

Before anyone could move, Murphy hopped over the back side of the couch and straddled the muscular ass. Murphy was a beautiful, smooth, muscular, mixed Asian bro. He had been standing back, taking in the scene, reading the room. But he knew he was going to do his worst on that Marine pussy. 

“Fuck it. I’m not waiting for you losers,” Murphy said as he plunged into Zac’s hole without any warning. 

Zac’s head shot up and a scream escaped his throat. Murphy slapped him hard on the side of the head. “Shut the fuck up, fucking sloppy Marine faggot!” He immediately began the onslaught of slams into Zac’s ass. The Marine’s eyes were bulging, his mouth agape, his head bouncing on the mattress. “Fucking Marine pussy faggot,” Murphy growled. 

Zac tried to speak but all that came out were whimpers and grunts. Murphy slapped him again. “What’s that, bitch? Speak the fuck up, Marine!”

Zac made fists as he grabbed the cushions. Murphy smacked him again. “What’s wrong Marine? Can’t fucking take it? You a pussy?”

Tate stepped forward. “Uh, Murph, bro take it easy.”

Zac let out a loud groan. “NO!” he directed at Tate. “I can fucking take it, asshole. Is that all you got… fucking mutt?” he said to Murphy, alluding to his mixed Asian heritage. 

“The fuck did you just call me?” Murphy yelled at him. 

“MUTT!” Zac yelled back. 

“Fucking faggot!” Murphy went into full beast mode. He was in push up position and he slammed himself down with vicious pounding into the Marine pussy hole. 

“COME ON, FUCK ME, ASSHOLE!” Zac was egging him on, trying to get the hardest, deepest, roughest fuck from the muscular alpha. 

Murphy had had enough of this fucker’s taunts. He brought one leg forward, smashing his foot down on the side of Zac’s head, pressing it into the cushion. 

“There you go, asshole!” Zac said, muffled by the cushion. “Destroy my pussy.” The other four studs stood in shock and amazement as the two perfect specimens fucked like two animals in the wild. Zac was feeling every inch at this new angle. This was a new position for him. He thought he’d been fucked in every position he could think of, but not this one. It was getting hard to breathe which he found exciting. It meant he had found his match, a dude who could take him the way he liked it. Now, the breathing was getting more difficult. He reached up with one hand and grabbed Murphy’s ankle and tried to get it off. 

“That’s right faggot, fight me,” Murphy snarled as Zac started thrashing. Murphy lifted his foot away. Zac’s head shot up, gasping for air. 

“FUCK!” Zac yelled. 

Murphy suddenly pulled out. Zac yelped. Murphy manhandled the stud onto his back. he lived up the Marines legs, spread them wide and stuck his cock into him. Zac gasped again. 

The other four guys in the room were stroking hard. “Bro, should we do something?” Blaine asked Tate. 

“Fuck no.  The bitch can handle it. Faggot knows how to take a rough cock.”

Murphy looked down at the Marine, sneered at him and the spit into Zac’s open mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” Zac hissed.

“Fucking bitch,” Murphy growled as he pummeled his cock into the Marine. He brought himself up into a push up position and slammed his cock down into Zac’s hole with loud smacks.

“Ohhhh shit, dude!” Zac howled. His voice went up an octave. “Shiiiiit, bro! Wrecking my fucking pussy!”

Murphy continued to slam down. Zac spread his legs wide like a wishbone, the heels of his feet pointing up. His muscular legs hovered in the air as his ass swallowed every thrust pushed into him.

Chase was in awe watching. “Fuck, bro. Look at those beautiful, jacked legs spreading wide like a fucking whore.”

Blaine laughed. “I can’t believe this hot as fuck Marine is putting out like this. It’s like he’s fucking insane for cock. He like this all the time?”

Tate guffawed. “Bro, he’s a fucking Marine. They’re all like this all the time. All they want to do is fuck pussy, fuck ass, or get fucked. He would take cock 24/7 if he could.”

Murphy wrapped his hands around Zac’s throat as he fucked.

Zac grinned. “Fuck yeah, mutt. Fucking choke me out.”

That spurred Murphy on to fuck him harder. The smacking sound their fuck was making now sounded like thuds because Murphy was ramming in so hard. Zac’s face was turning bright red, veins popped up on his forehead. His eyes were glassed over, and his teeth were clenched.

Tate stepped forward. “Murph, bro, back it off a little bit. You’re gonna kill him.”

Murphy ignored Tate. He had an evil grin on his face.

Tate put his hand on Murphy’s shoulder. “Bro, stop. He can’t breathe.”

Murphy aggressively pushed Tate away. “Not stopping til he’s out.”

Blaine and Chase rushed over and grabbed onto Murphy’s shoulders and tried to pull him off. But Murphy was so big and brutal that he easily fought them off with one hand while the other was still choking the Marine.

Tate jumped back up and put Murphy in a head lock. He looked down at Zac. His eyes were closed, and his legs were limp on the couch. “Murph! He’s out! He’s out, bro!”

At that second Murphy threw back his head and yelled out, “FUUCK YEAH FUCKING PUSSY MARINE!” He growled as he uploaded volley after volley of cum into the unconscious Marine. He spasmed as he kept cumming.

Tate was smacking Zac on the cheeks. “Wake up, Zac! Wake up! Oh fuck! Wake up!”

Murphy relaxed, kept his cock inside Zac and watched Tate try to revive him.  Murphy scoffed. “He’s fine. He’s a fucking Marine.”

Blaine appeared with a water bottle and poured it over Zac’s face. He promptly woke up, spitting water and breathing heavy.

“Told you he’s fine,” Murphy said.

Zac looked up and saw Murphy’s face. Zac frowned and then said, “Again.”

In response, Murphy jabbed inside of Zac. Zac gasped. “Thought you’d say that, cunt.”

Zac’s cock got completely hard in seconds. He touched his cock, and it squirted cum all over himself.

Tate laughed. “I thought I’d seen it all. You are a fucking, dirty slut, bro. A fucking, dirty slut.”

Zac grinned. “This is me when I haven’t got fucked in six months.”

“Murph, give him a break. We all want another shot,” Tate said to Murphy.

“Fucking Christ. Fine.” He pulled out of the Marine and climbed off the couch.

“Don’t worry, mutt,” Zac said to him. “We got all weekend.”

Murphy scowled at him. “Keep calling me mutt and I’ll choke you out until you’re dead, faggot.”

“Bring it on”.

Rian

Ok, this is all going to be fine. I kept telling myself that. I was so nervous thinking about going to see Mark. I knew what you wanted from me. He was very clear on his intentions and what my role would be. His fuck boy. I worshipped the man for so long and to find out he wanted to be with me sexually because I turned him on so much was so flattering, and I felt so honored that I let him fuck me. I let another dude stick his dick in my ass… and I liked it. All that fucking power he had, the confidence and sheer determination to have me.

I skipped school the next morning Mark wanted. I went to the gym and blasted my muscles with a grueling workout. I wanted to be impressive when I saw him. I wanted him to see me and tell me how hot I was to him. I pumped my muscles and did lots of squats since my ass was his favorite thing about me.

At the gym I was having conflicting feelings. I would see these big, jacked, hot guys and I would compare them to Mark. The ones who had stellar bodies made my cock twitch. I was finding more and more guys attractive and in a sexual way. When I thought I gravitated to them in mutual admiration, I was subconsciously sexually attracted to them. Now that my eyes were opened, everywhere I looked at the gym I kept seeing dudes who I thought were hot. I found myself staring. I no longer looked at them as inspirational figures, but as sex objects that I wanted to fuck.

After the gym, I went home and shaved down my entire body. For the last year I have been shaving down. All the guys were because Mark did, and they liked the way it looked. It made you look more defined and sleeker. Mark commented how much he loved my smooth, hairless body. He liked me smooth as glass, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. It was all about not disappointing him. Maybe it’s because my own dad was a bum and seemed always disappointed in me. Mark was different. He was supportive an encouraging. Hell, he built me a rock-solid body. He was more of a dad than my own father. Mark was my dad.

I made sure I looked perfect. I wore a very tight t-shirt, khaki shorts that fit snug on my quads and ass, and a pair of Chucks. A nice jock look. I wanted to make him horny right when he saw me. All the way to over Mark’s my dick was hard. I tried not to touch it because I didn’t want to cum in my shorts. Just thinking about the man made me hot. But at the same time, I was scared shitless. Scared because of what this all meant for my life and, most of all, I was scared Deacon would find out. I was so paranoid that I parked a block away and walked to the house.

MARK

I was still recovering from yesterday’s tag team with JT and his brother, Lock. We spent a few hours in that sex room. They took turns using me in every position we could think of. Locke was crushing on me big time. I didn’t mind at all. Now I was the fuck boy for a kid half my age and size and I fucking loved it. He twisted my body to contort to whatever position he wanted me. I can’t tell you how relieving it was to lose control, sit back and let a hot dude take control, call me names, slap me around, manhandle me. When they left, I was nothing but a sticky, cum-drenched, sweaty whore. Locke gave me his number and told me I was a good fuck boy.

I took it easy all morning being lazy. Just after noon, I went into my gym and got a tough workout in, pumping up my body, getting ready for Rian.

I lay by the pool, tight blue speedo, Ray-Ban’s, thick hair swept back. I was looking sexy for my new fuck boy. I heard the front door Ring camera, checking the app, I watched the musclebound boy walk up to the front door. He used his key Deacon gave him and walked in. He skipped school like I told him. I told him to go to the gym and get a nice pump before coming over.

“Mark!” he called out. I smiled hearing him call me dad.

“By the pool!” I called back.

I had the humungous glass accordion doors to the pool open. He walked out and stopped when he saw me sitting next to the pool laying out on a lounger. My body was on display and the sexy blue speedo was sure to please the kid.

“Hey, muscle boy,” I said to the hunky kid, holding up a beer before taking a drink.

“Wow,” he said excitedly. “Damn, dude. You look fucking hot.”

I gleamed my bright white teeth, loving his reaction to my body. “Well, come on, muscle boy. Put on your suit and join me.”

He looked troubled. “I didn’t bring a suit. I didn’t know we’d be out here.”

“Go into my walk-in and snag one. I know you want to.”

He smiled. “Cool. Be right back.”

I only had to wait a few minutes. When he came outside, my jaw dropped. He strutted like a stud, knowing he looked hot. He had picked another blood red speedo.  They were high cut showing more quad and corded hip flexors. His skin was smooth all over, tan and popped with muscle. His ass was a sculpture trying to burst out of the tiny spandex. God, I’m going to ravage that kid.

“Jesus, Rian,” I said in awe.

“You like it?” he asked with a smug look. He knew damn well I liked it.

“Cocky little fucker,” I replied with a grin. “Fucking swole, muscle boy.”

“Can I have a beer?”

I opened the cooler next to me and tossed him a can. He caught it one-handed with ease. He cracked it open and took the lounger next to me.

“You talk to Deacon yesterday?”

He looked a little uneasy. “Of course. Weird as fuck, though. I kept thinking that ‘oh my god, I’m having sex with his dad.’ I really don’t want him to find out.”

“Sorry. It’ll be fine. He won’t find out,” I said in a consoling fatherly tone.

“And my asshole was sore all day yesterday,” he chuckled under his breath.

I laughed. “Sorry about that too, muscle boy.”

“Are you though?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not at all,” I replied with a smile. ‘

“Asshole,” he jabbed and took another drink.

“But seriously, what’s going through your head?”

Rian sat quietly thinking. “I don’t know. I mean, I liked what we did. I like you.”

My heart swelled. The kid was so sweet.

He continued, “I’m trying to think back, since I’ve known you, if I have always been sexually attracted to you. I think when I hit 16, I was, but I just didn’t realize what it was; that is was really sexually and not hero worship.”

I nodded. He had really thought about this. “Well, are you attracted to other dudes?”

Again, he thought about it. “Yeah,” he answered hesitantly. “But only certain guys. Guys that look like you and me, real muscular guys, athletes mostly.”

“That’s understandable, Rian. You like hot guys, you want to be with hot guys, you are a hot guy. It’s obvious you would be attracted to the same kind of guys.”

He nodded his head and took a drink. My dick was stiff and stretching the spandex. He noticed it, stared at it for a few seconds and then rubbed his own dick. It began to grow.

“All this talk about dudes got you worked up, muscle boy?” I asked him, a little taunting too as I squeezed my cock.

He stared at my cock and then looked me square in the eye, gave me a sneer, and said, “Dude, are we going to fuck? Or talk?”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise at his sudden boldness. I slammed down the rest of my beer. I stood grabbed his elbow and yanked him up.

“Let’s go, fuck boy,” I growled as I pulled him behind me. My grasp was tight because I wanted him to know and feel what he was getting into.

I heard him say, “Ow,” quietly under his breath. It just made me pull harder.

When we got to the bedroom, I swung him around and flung his beefy body on the bed.

“Whoa!” he yelled out as he bounced on the bed. “Shit.” His eyes were big as he saw me coming at him, crawling up on the bed like a predator.

“Spread those legs for your man,” I growled. My eyes were mean and focused on his.

He spread them as I crawled up between them. I lay down on top of him, his legs crossed around my waist. I went in for the kill and swallowed his tongue. He moaned and groaned into my mouth.

RIAN

Jesus Christ, the man was coming at me like a fucking lion. I knew when I asked him if we were going to fuck or talk that he would love that. I knew it would make him aggressive. I just didn’t realize HOW aggressive. I swear he has the strength of 10 men. He flung me on the bed like I weighed nothing.

His kiss was passionate and hungry at the same time. He was such a fucking awesome kisser. He reached down and palmed my hard cock through my speedo. I ran my hands over his mountainous back muscles and his triceps.

All day yesterday, all I could do was think about Mark and the way he made me feel. I didn’t have lacrosse practice. I lied. I was just scared shitless. What happened between us was unsettling, but I still liked it. I wanted to do it again, but it made me nervous. Being the guy that another guy fucks was something I never thought I would experience. I felt like a bitch. I felt like another man’s bitch. But at the same time, if it was with Mark, I could be his bitch forever and it wouldn’t bother me. I just don’t want to be that way with any other guy. But I was afraid if I fell this far, this fast, it could happen again.

We made out for a long time, lots of sex sounds echoing around the room. My legs were wrapped around his small waist, and I wanted his cock to rub against my hole.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he grabs me and flips me over on my stomach. He slaps my ass and kneads it with his big hands.

“Damn it, fuck boy. I love your ass.”

I craned my head to look back at him. “You made it. You fuck it.” Damn was I getting bold. I felt his face buried in my ass; his tongue was warm against the spandex covering my hole. It was so erotic.

Mark

The kid’s plump, bubble ass was exposed for me to take. He clenched it tight as he humped the mattress. I buried my face in that ass and licked it through the spandex. Fuck, he looked so hot in the small suit. I realized I had a spandex sports gear fetish a long time ago. It was always a bonus to find another guy who was into it. Rian was into it because I was, and he also liked the way HE looked in it. I caught him several times checking himself out in the mirror.

My heart rate was revving up and I felt like I was going to explode; I’d rather do that in the boy’s ass. I was out of control, and it scared me how much I wanted Rian. I reached for the lube I had placed next to the pillow. I pulled down the waistband of my suit under my balls and slathered lube on my cock. The boy’s back muscles were flexing, and his traps and shoulders strained. I poured lube on my hand and palmed his hole again. He flinched, squeezed his butt and moaned. I pushed a spandex covered finger into his hole. His head came up off the pillow, he hissed and then let out an “oh yeah!”

I had an idea that I thought would be fun. I’d done it before, and I knew he would like it. I pinched the back seam of his suit and ripped it open just around his hole. I was going to fuck this fuck boy while he was wearing the suit. I lubed up his hole. When I stuck my finger in him, he squirmed which was hot.

He looked back at me in surprise. “Holy fuck, this was so hot. You gonna fuck me while I’m wearing your speedo?”

I don’t know what I was thinking or where my head was at; I just saw red. I ignored his question. I had to have him so bad. I plunged my cock though the hole in the spandex, into his muscle pussy, and slid in until I bottomed out.

His head flew up and he screamed. “FUCK!” his hands fisting the sheets. “TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!” His scream was an octave higher than it should have been. I woke from my trance, stopped fucking, and lay down on his back.

I tried to soothe him. “Shh, shh, shh,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s ok, baby boy.”

“No, it not!” He pushed up trying to throw me off. The kid was strong. But I was stronger. I didn’t want to pull out of him, not when it felt so good on my cock.

I reached around and covered his mouth with my hand. “Breathe through your nose, baby boy. Breathe”

He mumbled though my hand and it sounded like swearing. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I still wanted to fuck him. I decided to give him what he wanted but still stay in control. I wrapped my other arm under his chest, pressed my chest to his back and held him tight. The I arched my back, and I gently slid out of him. I felt his body go slack and let out a heavy breath out.

I held him tight. I kissed his neck. I whispered in his ear, “Sorry, muscle boy. I lost control. I’ll go in slow this time, ok?”

He shook his head and mumbled something. I just held him still. I took my hand away from his mouth. He was holding back tears. “That fucking hurt!”

I felt awful. “I’m so sorry, Rian. I just couldn’t hold myself back. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry.”

I kissed his cheek and ran my fingers through his thick hair. “You do things to me, Rian. It won’t happen again, ok?”

He was silent and still. He lay his head down on the bed and rested.

“I’m sorry, Rian. Just take a minute and relax. We’ll go again when you’re ready.”

“When I’M ready or when YOU’RE ready?” he asked.

I knew I had to make it up to him and I knew a way to get him to relax.

Rian

Oh, my fucking God! I feel like someone stuck a rifle up my ass and pulled the trigger.  What the fuck was that? And he’s still on top of me. I’m not sure what to do. I can tell he’s sorry. Other dudes may be able to handle that, but I can’t. Not yet anyway. I loved the weight of him on my back. I love the smell of his skin against my face. I loved his big hands, and I love his powerful strength.

I took a few minutes to relax. I saw him reach under the pillow and pull out a little brown bottle. “Mark, I don’t think I can do…,” I was interrupted when he held the popper bottle under my nostril. He put a finger against the opposite nostril.

“Sniff,” he said plainly.

I sniffed and FUCK ME! That shit woke me up and made my heart race. I felt a surge run though my body and my head spun. It made me so fucking horny.

“There you go, fuck boy. Breathe it in. Let the poppers relax you.”

I started to hump my ass back against him. My hole itched to be filled. I suddenly felt high and not the kind of high I get when I smoke weed. This was much more potent. I felt his cock push at my hole again.

“I’m going in again, fuck boy. This time don’t be such a little bitch,” he growled into my ear. That motivated me.

I felt him slide in, all the way in, but I didn’t care. It felt amazing. He bottomed out and began his fuck. I writhed around on the bed, feeling high and erotic. Mark fucked me with aggression and gusto.

“Deep inside your wet pussy, fuck boy. Deep inside,” he said. He kept fucking me hard. “Arch your back, fuck boy.”

I humped into the mattress; my dick was so hard that it almost hurt. He jammed the bottle under my nose again. I breathed in and felt the world spin away again.

“I said, arch your fucking back, fuck boy. Do it.” I arched my back, and I felt him go deeper. “Good boy. I love my muscle boy.”

“Fuck me,” I found myself saying. “Fuck my muscle pussy.”

I heard him sigh a growl. He tensed his body and fucked in long hard strokes. He was in a push up position and he raised and dropped his ass down hard making his cock go deeper. I was lost in the feeling of it.

“Ok, shit! Oh, shit!” I squealed into the pillow. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…,” I kept repeating.

I could hear Mark’s heavy breathing and drops of sweat fell in my back.

“Your pussy is to fucking warm inside, fuck boy. It’s so fucking perfect.”

I squeezed my hole around his cock, and I heard him gasp. “Oh yeah! Squeeze that cunt, fuck boy!”

“Fuck me.” I cooed. “I got your fucking dad cock in my pussy.”

Mark

Hearing him refer to himself as my boy was too much. For a split second I wish he really was my son. A son that I engineered to become the man he is today. A hot muscle boy son, so handsome and so beautiful. But wait, that’s Deacon. I formed him just as much as I formed his buddies. He has my genetics, but I kicked them into overdrive. I built that boy into the fucking stud he is today, a mini-me. He was identical to me when I was his age. But I never crossed that line with him. I can with Rian.

I fucked the boy within an inch of his life. His swole muscular body being jostled around on the bed. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to engulf him. I wished I could climb into his body and be one with him.

Rian suddenly pushed himself up onto all fours and began to thrust his ass back on my cock. His head was flung back and his mouth open. He made guttural sounds while he slammed back on my cock. I looked down and saw my cock disappear between the spandex covered glutes into a smooth pink hole. He looked behind and up at me. His teeth were clenched, his face serious as he tried to jam as much of me inside him as he could. I think I created a monster.

“Cum inside me you fucker!” he screamed at me. “Come on! Cum inside your boy!”

Oh shit. That did it. What the fuck? I think I lost consciousness as my body felt like it had been electrocuted as it tensed up and my balls felt heavy. My cock expanded inside his ass, and I felt torrents of sticky sperm flood the boy’s muscle pussy.

I went dizzy and collapsed on his back. I felt him jerk and convulse as he had cum without touching himself. Then, he fell flat taking me with him.

I rolled off the kid. His forearm under my neck. He curled it up bringing my head to his shoulder, where he snuggled it. He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.

“God damn, dude,” he said while panting. He kissed my forehead while I recovered. Yeah. That was so hot. Fuck, I wish I was Deacon.

My eyes shot open. I looked up at him. “Really?”

“Uh huh. You’re the best dad. I’m so fucking jealous of Deac. He has everything I want, and he doesn’t even know it.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I said solemnly. “He’s a great kid, but I spoiled him too much.”

 “You are so fucking awesome, and handsome, and hot, and rich. What son wouldn’t want that. The only difference is how I would show you my appreciation.”

I looked up at him again and smiled. “You’re beautiful, Rian.”

“I’m your muscle boy.” He kissed me again, “I’m always going to be your muscle boy.”

“Deal.”

“Let me recover for a few minutes, and then I want you to fuck me again, on my back, so I can see my man’s handsome face while he fucks me.”

“You’re mine.”

During the night I woke up with Juan slowly fucking me. His huge cock was hard and throbbing in me. He was groaning softly.

“*OK my darling? Not too much?*” he whispered in my ear, pushing his big cock deep into me and groaning.

“*No, it’s OK. I love it!*” Yes, I did love it when I woke up with my all-nighter fucking me!

“*One more reason to fucking love you*,” he whispered.

Juan’s cock was rock-hard and his one hand was stroking my chest, and the other was above my head, stroking my hair.

“*I fucking love you so much my darling!*” he gushed.

“*I love you too! Ahhhhh!*” I answered.

“*Oh godd! This is just too wonderful!*” Juan was now fucking me deeper and faster. I looked at André and realised he was coming awake … oh fuck! He’d want in too if he saw what was going on!

“Started without me, hmmm?” André rolled towards me and kissed me. First a small peck. His hands were on my chest and his and Juan’s fingers got entwined. André leaned over me and kissed Juan. It was a long and slobbery kiss followed by small pecks and kisses and lip-sucking and groans – these two were madly in love with each other!

I put my hand on André’s cock. It was very hard – no surprises there! – and was already starting to ooze precum. He put his hand on my identical cock and squeezed it. He rubbed my precum over the head and enclosed my cock in his hand. I jacked André’s cock and took some of his precum and put it into my mouth. It tasted exactly like mine but I still loved it.

André let go of Juan and trailed his mouth over my ear, over my cheek onto my nose. Perhaps it was because it was dark, but he planted a kiss on my nose and then kissed me on the mouth. His tongue flicked over my lips and I opened my mouth. He pushed his tongue in and I sucked on it hungrily. I loved him so much. I’d never deny him sex – ever! He was just so sexy … yes, I look exactly the same, but I only saw myself in the mirror – I see André every day, most of the day. He was sexy – full stop! I put my hand behind his head and hugged him closer. Our cocks pushed against each other and our precum was making a huge mess on our tummy hair. André pushed his body close to mine and kissed me again.

Fuck! I loved my brother more than life! He WAS my life!

“I fucking love you baby bro! I love you to bits – so much, it scares me. I’ll never allow you to leave me alone. Never, ever – you hear me? Never. I love you too much,” André said looking at me in the dimly lit room and kissed me again.

“I love you too bro! You’re the most important person in my life. Not even Dad or Mom or Juan could take your place. I’d never leave you – don’t worry! I love you too much!” I answered. “And not even Luigi whom I love very much could replace you!”

“Now, you big oaf, I want in too! Come on, let me in baby bro!”

“You sex dogg! Also, you don’t want me to have some fun alone with my darling, eh?” Juan ribbed André.

“Stuff you! I’m going in too. I have needs and I have rights as the only brother here. Roll over. Move!” For somebody who had just woken up, he was very bossy!

André pushed me to roll on top of Juan and reached for the lube. He was pumping his hard cock to slick it up and jacked my cock too. Of course, I was super-hot, and sopping wet …

André put my legs on his shoulders and moved in. He aimed his cock on my hole and started to push in on top of Juan’s big cock … oh godd! I’ve had it a couple of times now but every time they double-fucked me, it was like a new experience altogether. Our cocks were not small, most definitely not at 23cm, and thick. I groaned and held my breath as my brother’s big cock slid in on top of Juan’s cock. As André’s cockhead moved over my prostate I felt the precum and a little cum being squeezed from my piss slit. Ahhhh! Oh godd! It was so nice! Yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me!

André continued to push in and soon he was in all the way. His pubic hair was on my ass and his big balls on my hole, and on Juan’s cock and balls. Fuck! What an entanglement, but I loved it!

André was fucking me with long deep thrusts and he was startling to growl. He was hot as hell and he was about to pump a big load into me again, and soon too.

Juan held me on top of him with his arms around my chest, playing with my nipples and chest hair. His one hand was jacking my cock and I felt the cum boiling up in my loins.

Juan’s cock in me was twitching and he fucked me slowly and groaned while André’s cock was sliding over his cock.

“Oh fuck! This is fantastic! Every time we double-fuck you, it’s like it is for the first time. I just fucking love it my darling! Ahhhh! I’m close! André, how far are you, bro?” Juan asked.

“I’m almost there! You guys are driving me mad! Oh fuck baby bro! You’re so hot and moist and soft … oh fuck!” André was picking up speed and I felt his cock growing even bigger and harder. He was groaning and was fucking me fast and deep.

Juan was starting to groan too. He pushed his big cock deep into me and picked up speed fucking me with short thrusts.

“André, I’m about to cum! I’m fucking cumming … oh godd! Oh my darling! Oh fuck! I’m going to cumm! Oh fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah! Hnnnngghhhhnnngghh! Ahhhhh! Oh fuck!” Juan was growling and panting. I felt his big cock twitching in me and felt him pumping a huge load into me.

Almost immediately, André was pushing his cock deep into me and it was spasming. He held his cock still, buried deep inside me and shuddered. He was cumming. “Oh fuck me! Oh fuck! Anton you’re killing me! Ahhhhh! Hnnnnggahhhhhhgnnnnn!”

André took my cock in his hand and started to jack me off. I was so horny, within a few seconds I started to shoot my load. My cum flew everywhere. It was on my chest, under my chin, in my face, on Juan’s face, against the headboard, on my tummy – my loads were fast becoming as copious as my lovers’ loads! I wondered what André’s cumloads were like now, if they were also as big as mine. I groaned and my breathing was shallow. I groaned.

Eventually I had to push André’s hand off my cock. My hole was spasming and clenching over the two cocks in me.

Oh fuck! What a great feeling!

André leaned forward and started licking the cum from my face. He kissed me and I tasted my cum on his tongue. He licked the cum from my neck and kissed Juan. They were groaning in my ear. André leaned down and licked the cum from my chest hair and kissed me again. Ahhh! What a nice experience! My bro feeding my cum he licked from Juan’s face, my face, my neck and my chest.

“I’m pulling out now, OK? We need to get some sleep. These nightly shenanigans will take its toll on my beauty sleep. This big oaf just couldn’t keep his horny cock to himself. No, he had to fuck you in the dead of night and disturb the peace … I’m glad the stray cats were not woken …”

“Ahh! Just shut your trap, you tramp! And you didn’t join in, eh? Is that it? You didn’t have some fun too? You ungrateful delinquent! Here I share my bed and my darling with you, and this is how you repay me? Sheez! I also have feelings, you know!” Juan ribbed André.

“This bed was paid for by Dad and I was compelled to intervene. You were taking advantage of my brother You were abusing my baby bro against his will …”

“Stop it you two! Let’s get your cocks out of me so we can have some sleep. Sheez! I’m calling Dad to silence you two! Would you mind bringing us some Coke please André?” I asked.

“Yeah yeah! First you fight with me and now you’re ordering me around? OK! OK! I’ll be the bigger one and do it! The oaf won’t do it …! Ungrateful ogre!”

“Watch it!” Juan said and gave André’s head a playful swipe.

André pulled out and got out of bed to get us some Coke. Juan pulled me closer to him and kissed me on the ear. “Thank you my darling man! You’re really something else! You drive us all mad! I love you very much! But we really need to get some sleep. You have a big test today. What time is it?”

He retrieved his iPhone from the nightstand and touched the home button: “It is just after 2 o’clock. Shit!”

André returned with the Coke and ranted when he saw Juan was still inside me. “Sheez, you big oaf! Get out of my baby bro so we could get some sleep! Now!” He aimed a swipe at Juan but Juan grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. He pulled André’s face to his and kissed him. André melted and kissed back.

But he broke free: “My big beautiful oaf, it’s nice to have someone like you, but really! I have to get some sleep. Our test …! My beauty …! No sympathy or empathy or …”

“Yes, OK! I get it! I’m getting out of my darling, don’t worry. I just wanted to stay in him a little longer, OK?”

“I’m still calling Dad!”

“Shut up and close your eyes!”

We had our Coke and settled in again to sleep the rest of the night, with the emphasis on ‘sleep’.

———

Our test went well, despite the little sleep we had, the little time we had to prepare, and all the sex that was going down. However, we managed to ace the question paper – we were two clever boikies!

After the test we had an hour free and decided to spend it in the ‘kaf’, having big cappuccinos and Italian biscotti. André wanted to have a blueberry muffin with strawberry jam. Just as we sat down with our refreshments, my iPhone beeped. It was Luigi.

“So busy but thinking of u. I love you my darling. Have a nice day. ;-)”

“Love u too. Can’t wait to see & touch & kiss & feel u again. Nice day. XoX”

I pondered on the fact that Luigi was the one person that I loved with all my heart, but today I was going to have sex with the Gentle Giant and our hockey captain. I couldn’t give up on that … sorry Luigi!

Before long, Johan Malherbe joined us with a coffee and a custard slice. Just before he sat down, the bulge in his pants was very evident. He was boned up just seeing us. Never in my wildest dreams since we started playing hockey with this man, did I even think I’d ever have coffee with him, let alone having sex with him! And to think his dick was actually BIGGER than ours? Unthinkable!

He was pleasant and asked us about our intended visit, if we were still OK with it. We confirmed that we were still interested. I wanted to know more about his Audi and he was too glad to tell us about the car his dad bought him recently. A mean machine and a beautiful car indeed. He invited us for a spin in his fancy car.Herman entered the ‘kaf’ a little later and went to the counter to get coffee, and a prepared ham, cheese and tomato sandwich they toasted for him. He joined us a few minutes later. and put a hand on Johan’s arm. He liked the man!

“Good news! Coach managed to get me the alumni money! I’m no longer a poorest soul fighting to survive! I’m so much in debt with him and you guys … you’ve really changed my life – big time! Thanks guys!”

“You can say thank you to Juan tonight!” André put in. He gave Herman’s leg a squeeze.

“I’ll suck him for the rest of his life! He is a great guy!” Herman gushed. I was so glad. He was a straight-A student and deserved this break we organised for him, and thanks to Dad and Juan, his future looks less bleak. And now Johan Malherbe too … perhaps?

“Are we still set for this afternoon?” Johan asked as he sipped his coffee.

“Oh fuck yes! Juan, erm … Coach knows about it and he’s OK with it. But he still wants in tonight if you wanted to. You could be sucking your coach by 9 o’clock if you still wanted to taste his big dick. Do you?” I asked Johan who was blushing beetroot red.

“Oh fuck yes! I wish I could’ve sucked him in the toilet yesterday, if he’d just let me! He is so hot!” Johan gushed.

“You’ll get your chance tonight, and more if you want!” André put in.

“More? More what?” Johan asked with big eyes.

“Not to worry. You’ll see. Let it be a surprise for you – a NICE surprise!” André said and winked at Johan.

“I did my very best not to jack off last night, but I had a wet dream … it was one hell of a mess! My sheets were all messed up! Fuck!” Herman said and cursed. “But, I’d be good to go at 3! The barrels will all be full again!”

“And you Johan? Did you manage to abstain?” André asked.

“Oh fuck no … after yesterday in the toilet I was hard and horny again by the time I got home. I jacked off right by the front door! I just hauled my cock out and jacked it right there. I watched myself in the mirror in the foyer and squirted against the mirror. It was so fucking hot! So, no – I’m afraid I didn’t abstain! Sorry! But I’m also good to go right now, let alone at 3!” Johan leaned back in his chair, lifted his pelvis up, and yes, his cock bulged big in his pants. Another sex dogg! “And what about you two? Did you abstain?”

“I’m afraid we’re also guilty! We had sex with Coach last night and during the night … it was so good!” André said and winked at Herman, who knew how things went down in the Du Toit and Le Roux household … sex, sex and more sex!

“Really? Twice last night? Wow!” Johan said and whistled. He palmed his hard-on in his pants and the lust was evident in his eyes.

Without going into too many details, we gave Johann an idea of what happened. The poor man was so hot and hard by the end of our tale, he wanted to go to the toilet and jack off!

“You’ll do no such thing! Oh no! We want your load to be deposited in Anton’s ass this afternoon – every drop of it! Herman and I would personally tie you down with your shoelaces if you tried that! Down boy!” Andre said and gave Johan’s crotch a gentle squeeze. Fortunately nobody could see us.

“Fuck! I still cannot believe your small cock grows to become a monster! And a beautiful one too!” André said and squeezed the man’s dick again.

“OK André! You’ve made your point! Let it go now! It’s not too long to wait for 3 o’clock! Down boy!” I said and gave André’s crotch a squeeze: rock-hard of course!

———

Our classes for the rest of the day were nice and interesting and before we knew it, it was almost 3 and we were on our way to Johan’s place. Herman left his car on the campus and came with us, and gave us directions to the affluent man’s townhouse.

When we rang the doorbell, my cock was already twitching. I put my hand on André’s crotch and yes, he was already rock-hard! Herman saw it and he palmed his huge bulge and said: “Same here! Fuck! You guys are so hot! I’m horny as fuck!”

When Johan opened the door, he was dressed in a T-shirt (a fancy designer T, no less!) and beautiful shorts. He was barefoot … and oh my godd! His feet were obviously pedicured! And they were big and beautiful! Still not as beautiful as Luigi’s feet, but fuck! They were beautiful and far bigger than I thought they’d be! At least size 13. And they were hairy – the bridge as well as the toes. And the second toes were at least half a digit longer than the big toes! Sexy! I looked at his legs and noticed for the first time – we played hockey together, but I’ve never really noticed it before – his legs were covered in lots of dark straight hair. Really lots of it. I looked at his crotch, and it was clear he too was hard already! Sex dogg, just like us!

“Welcome to my place! Welcome! Come in!” Johan said and opened the door wide. There was a foyer with a fancy side table with fresh flowers in a vase. There was a big bust of a man on a marble pedestal and one big painting of one of the mountains in the Western Cape – it could be Jonkershoek.

As we walked in, Johan kissed us all and when it was my turn, I touched his hairy leg and brushed over his hard bulge. He groaned and put his hand on my cock. Oh fuck! A week ago, I’d never have thought this could even be remotely possible! Kissing the spoilt brat!

Johan kissed Herman and hugged him tightly. The two were kissing more than placing pecks on each other’s mouths – they were kissing each other deeply with lots of tongue and saliva. It was clear something was developing between them!

“Stop! We’re not going to FUCK here where you jacked off yesterday! Sheez!” André ribbed them. “Isn’t that white blotch on the floor where you shot your load?” André ribbed Johan and pointed to colour pattern on the ceramic tiles.

“No, I’ve licked it all up! That’s only the dried patch I’ve missed!” Johan joked along.

“Come in guys! What would you like to drink? There is brandy, Irish whiskey and Scottish whisky for the uninformed, various gin & tonic, different beers, ciders, fruit juice, Coke, water, Aquellé (a popular flavoured water), Appletizer … what would you like? Best would be if you come with me and you can help yourselves. Come.” Johan led the way through the foyer into the living room and to the open-plan kitchen.

The place was beautiful! It had expensive Italian ceramic tiles, some Persian rugs, very tasteful paintings on the walls, beautiful furniture and stylish blinds – all very masculine. It was clear there were lots of money behind the man!

The kitchen was all white and grey with every conceivable appliance – Miéle, no less. The island with the gas hob and built-in grill was topped with white granite. There was a big double-door fridge and freezer. Then there was a separate fridge with the drinks, fruit juices and cold drinks and mixes. There was nothing else in the second fridge but beer, cider, fruit juice, water and Coke. Drinks and champagne and beer and … well, nothing else! Johan opened this fridge and we each took our choice of ‘poison’.

“Come, let’s get to the bedroom. If you must be back home by 5 o’clock, we don’t have much time. I’ve been waiting to have this for a very long time! You have no idea how sexy you are! Come!”

The bedroom was all in shades of black, charcoal, greys and white – patterns, stripes, solid colours. Even the bedlinen and pillows in a variety of grey, white and black and looked very stylish, and it could’ve been Egyptian linen. It looked spectacular.

There was an air conditioner running and there were the most beautiful framed pictures of great buildings from all over the world: the Taj Mahal, the Burgh Dubai, The Burgh Khalifah, The Shard, the Gherkin, the old World Trade Centre, the new World Trade Centre, the Empire State Building, and a few I wasn’t sure of.

“If we’re going to get fucked, you and I need to go and prepare ourselves. I’ve brought my rubber bulb. Come Johan,” I said and went into the en suite. We undressed and I marvelled at his big cock, which we thought would be a small puny little white cock. What a surprise! He was checking on towels and liquid soaps while I took a dump and then flushed my rectum. By then he was watching me intently. “I’ve never done that before. Please help we when you’re done,” Johan said, blushing.

When I have finished my douching, I flushed the toilet and told Johan to first take a dump. “Don’t be embarrassed – it’s nothing! With André as my twin brother, I’m used to everything!” I washed the rubber bulb thoroughly so he could use it, and ran a basin with tepid water. I filled the bulb and then put it aside for Johan to use.

Soon he was squeaky clean and when he was done, we both pushed an ample amount of silicone lube into our holes, washed our hands. I noticed he big beautiful hands, and that they were actually very nice. Very big and well manicured nails, hairy digits and big palms. His thumbs were really big and beautiful. The size and shape of his fingernails were exquisite. How could this sex bomb be such a bitch towards us, and now I notice all these nice things about him Hmmmm!

When we were sharing a towel to dry our hands, he leaned in and just before he kissed me, he asked if he may kiss me. “What a question! Of course you may kiss me!” I kissed him and took his rubbery cock in my hands and squeezed it. He was almost completely hard and I felt some precum. His cock felt magnificent in my hand. I myself was rock-hard feeling the big dick in my hands.

The kiss he gave me was soft, gentle and filled with genuine style and compassion.

I put my hands on his hairy chest – not as hairy as most of the others, but hairy nonetheless. And it felt like he shaved it …

“I did shave my chest hair, but seeing you guys, I’ve decided to stop that. You guys look spectacular with your hairy chests!”

He kissed me again and hugged me very close to him.

“Oh fuck! You guys are too much! I’m so hot for you all!”

“We too!” I said and hugged him again.

We picked up our pants and went back into the bedroom. When we entered, Herman and André were lying naked on the bed and were kissing each other. Herman’s huge cock was the centre of André’s attention. My brother loved playing with the huge anaconda, that much was clear!

We got onto the bed and started kissing André and Herman. And soon Herman’s cock was the centre of our attention too! It was one spectacular cock, for sure. André broke away from Herman’s cock and took Johan’s cock in his mouth. Johan was groaning next to me while we were sucking Herman’s cock. We were on either side of the big cock and were kissing the big cock. Herman was faux fucking between our lips pressed against his cock.

Feeling Johan’s lips against mine with Herman’s big cock between our lips was so nice. I looked at him just as he was moving his gaze towards me. He winked at me and squeezed my arm.

He moved to Herman’s big balls and André took Johan’s place.

It was obvious Johan was doing a damn good job of sucking Herman’s balls.

Herman had his hands in our hair and was groaning with pleasure. I moved to the tip and took the huge cockhead in my mouth. It was sopping wet with precum. I pulled the foreskin back and the huge head slipped into my mouth. It was just the most amazing cock! And to think this enormous cock was the source of so much pleasure, including fucking me. It was huge!

Johan was sucking Herman’s very big balls and went to town pleasing the Gentle Giant. They were almost the size of small chicken eggs. The scrotum sac was big and made for very low-hangers. Fuck!

André has moved down to Johan’s big dick and was deepthroating the big schlong. Johan was a randy as a cat and squealed with delight.

“Guys, you’d better stop now! I’m getting too close and I still want to fuck our darling! Come here!” Herman said and pulled us up. André let go of Johan’s hard cock. Johan and I kissed Herman and our hard wet cocks were smearing precum and spit on Herman’s body.

“I think we’re ready for some fucking. Or what? Come let’s start with Johan fucking Anton, OK? Anton, you ready for the biggie of our captain? He is fucking hard and he is very thick. He’s going to plug you big time baby bro! Here is the lube. Want me to put some on for you two? Hmmm? Get on your hands and knees Anton.”

I bent over and put my ass out. I heard the lube opening and felt André applying some on my asshole. Johan gasped when he looked at my asshole being prepared for his really big cock. He gasped again when André put some lube on his big throbbing cock.

“On your knees behind Anton and push in. Remember you have to be gentle. You have a big cock. Push in slowly. Put your hands on his buttocks,” André gave directions.

Johan stood behind me and put his hands on my butt. André took Johan’s big thick cock and aimed it at my hole. “Now push in Johan. Slowly.”

I felt the hockey captain’s big cock on my hole and felt the big head pushing through … it was a damn big cock! And thick! Easily as thick as Dad’s cock. The big head was slipping in and stretched me … ahhh! Oh fuck! What a sensation to be penetrated with a nice big cock! Johan’s cock was nice and big!

Johan was trembling and his breath was shallow. He wasn’t going to last long, I thought. The big cockhead was in me now and he was groaning.

The cock shaft was thick and I groaned as it stretched me while it slid into me. It filled me up good. Oh my godd! I couldn’t believe our hockey captain had such a big cock and he was fucking me! Now that we got to know him, he was such a nice guy. And he was sexy and attractive. And he was hairy … yay!

“Pull out Johan, you’re too excited. You’re going to cum in seconds! Pull out first!” André directed the actions.

“No, I want to stay inside Anton! Ahhhh! Oh godd! What did you do just now! It felt like a big hand squeezed my cock! Ahhh! That will definitely make me cum!” Johan put in when I inadvertently clenched my hole while the big cock was entering me.

“Pull out first. You can penetrate him again. Pull out!” André said and lightly pushed Johan’s body away from me. Johan started to pull out and when the huge cockhead was still in me, my hole automatically clenched again. I could feel how the head was slowly slipping out … and it was out! Oh fuck!

“Ahhhh! I hope I can push in again … soon? Please! I’m so damn hot and horny now!” Johan was breathing heavily.

“Yes, you can fuck him again, but relax first. Come suck Herman’s big cock. Stand on your knees in front of him,” sergeant-major André instructed.

Johan pulled Herman’s big cock upwards and put the huge head in his mouth. He was a natural cocksucker, that much was clear! He slurped and Herman groaned. He took Johan’s head in his hands and pushed as much of his massive cock that would go in, into Johan’s mouth. Johan could also not manage much more than about a third or a little bit more of the big cock in his mouth. He pulled Herman’s foreskin back and really went to town sucking the big head. It was obvious that Herman’s famously huge amount of precum was streaming into Johan’s mouth. I envied him. Johan loved and murmured with the monster cock in his mouth feeding him lots of precum.

André took the lube and put some on his cock. I bent over again in anticipation to get his cock in my hole, but he touched my buttocks and pointed towards Johan. He mouthed: “No, Johan.” Aha! My brother had a plan.

He took some more lube and gently put in on Johan’s hole and rubbed it over the hole. Johan let go of Herman’s cock and asked with amazement: “What are you doing?”

“Just relax and enjoy it. You will love it!” André was a true politician! He lied through his teeth, but then again, I knew Johan was going to enjoy it – eventually.

“No! I’ve never been fucked before! You can’t push your big cock into me!” Johan complained.

“Just … relax, Johan!” André said and continued to play with Johan’s hole.

André pushed a finger in when Johan was sucking Herman’s big cock again. “Hmmmmpppphhhhh! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! You have big fingers! No! Fuck! Pull out …”

“Just relax and push out as if you’re taking a dump and then clench your hole over my finger. Come, you can do it, Captain!” He deliberately put ‘captain’ in, to convince the ace hockey player that this was a walk in the park for him and that indeed, he could do it.

André pushed his finger deeper and pulled out completely.

“Ahhh! That wasn’t so bad! I actually liked it … ahhhh! Oh fuck! What was that? Oh hell! Oh no! Oh fuck! Ahhhhhhhhh!” Johan was putting up one hell of a performance when André pushed his finger back into Johan’s hole and deliberately pushed on Johan’s prostate gland … poor soul! He didn’t know what hit him!

“I’m cumming! Oh fuck! You’re making me cum!” Johan said as he pulled off Herman’s big cock.

“No, it’s just precum and it’s just the sensation that you’re cumming. Just relax and DON’T cum!” André directed.

He pushed his finger deep into Johan and pulled out again. He added another finger and Johan was putty in his hands! He was making gurgling sounds around Herman’s cock and was pushing his buttocks backwards. The man was hooked!

André moved in behind Johan and as he pulled his fingers out, he put his cockhead on Johan’s hole and pushed in slowly.

“Hnnnnnnggghhhhhhnnnnn! Oh fuck! You’re going to kill me! That cock is too bi …. Ahhhhh! Oh godd! Oh godd! Oh godd!” Johan threw his head backwards and grabbed Herman’s thighs. He was breathing very quickly. André stopped his penetration and just held still.

“Why are you stopping? Oh fuck! Push in your cock! Ahhhh! Just push it in already! Slowly please!” Johan was the captain of Johan’s own desires!

André pushed in deeper and soon he was balls-deep in the rectum of our hockey captain. He held still and made his cock twitch. Johan was moaning like an animal in pain. “Oh fuck! Oh godd! Oh André! What are you doing to me? You’re making me feel so good! This is better than the best jack-off I’ve ever had from any girl! Oh fuck!”

That’s it then! He has had only hand-jobs from a few girls! Not even a blowjob! And most definitely not penetrative sex. He was in for the treat of a lifetime!

André pulled Johan back and indicated to me to move into position in front of Johan. I bent in front of Johan and with my face in Herman’s crotch.

“Push into Anton again! Here is more lube for your big cock. Be gentle and don’t rush it. Here,” André said as he handed the lube to Johan.

I heard Johan opening the lube and felt some of the cold gel on my hole. He was going to fuck me again while André was fucking him … I wish Johann were there with his Nikon to take pictures. My iPhone was in my pants’ pocket. Fuck!

Johan leaned forward and I felt the big cock entering me again … and again, it felt great. But Johan’s sensory overload was far from over! He was panting and groaning and he growled as his cock slid into me.

“Oh fuck! This is so much better than I ever thought it could be! Oh fuck yes! Fuck!”

André pushed into Johan and I pushed back into Johan’s cock. He was in all the way. I pulled back a little and held still.

“Johan, I’m going to hold still. Fuck Anton now,” sergeant-major le Roux commanded. “Easy does it! Slowly!”

Johan was following the instructions and started to move back and forth, fucking himself on André’s cock while he was pushing into me on the forward stroke.

I willed my hole not to clench to prevent Johan from cumming too soon. I was sucking Herman’s huge cock and was massaging his hard and hairy 6-pack.

But it was all in vain! Within 90 seconds, Johan’s breath was very shallow and his fucking movements became much faster.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhhh! Oh my godd! This is too much! I’m cumming! Sorry! I’m cumming!” Johan was on the verge of cumming.

“OK, let fly! Pump your big cumload into my baby bro! Give it to him! Fuck him!” André directed and urged Johan on.

I felt Johan’s big cock swell and twitch as he was pushing in deep. He bent forward and he slammed his cock deep into me. His cock was rock-hard and he was seconds away from cumming.

And then it happened … he started to cum … it felt like he was fucking for the first time, it was almost like nothing I’ve felt before!

Johan’s cock swelled and he pushed it deep into me, the whole head ended inside my colon.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh godd! Oh godd! Ahhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Here iiitt iiiiiissssss! Ahhhh!”

He held still. His body shuddered. I felt his cock pulsate in me while it was pumping its big load into me. He pushed in as deep as it would go, and collapsed on top of me. He was clinging to me like a drowning victim. His cock was pumping one hell of a load into me.

With all the action and Johan’s hole clenching over André’s cock, he too was cumming. He gave a few quick thrusts into Johan’s ass and groaned.

“I’m also cumming! I’m fucking cumming too! Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ah! Ah! O fuck! I’m filling you up, Captain!”

André was holding still while his cock was pumping his big load into our hockey captain’s ass. I felt his shuddering body making Johan’s body shudder too.

I was very close to cumming but held out as there was still Herman’s big cock to fuck me … an opportunity I would never pass up. It was just too spectacular.

Johan had collapsed on my back and André on top of him. I clenched my hole over Johan’s big cock in me and he yowled. “Oh fuck! You’re killing me Anton! Oh godd! I’m spent! I’ve never cum so much in my life before! Yeow! Ahh!”

Johan started to pull out of me. André was obviously still in Johan’s ass and knowing my brother, he was going to stay in him for a while longer – perhaps until he was hard again and go for seconds?

André got hold of Johan’s body and pulled him close to him. It was clear he was pushing his rubbery cock deep into Johan’s ass. He leaned to his left and pulled Johan with him so they ended up on their sides on the bed.

Herman knew it was his turn so he opened the lube and put a generous amount on his humongous cock. I was still in awe when I looked at that huge cock. To think I could actually take it in my hole and enjoy it!

I turned so I could see Johan and André. The two settled in each other’s arms and with Johan’s still fairly hard cock in André’s hand. Johan was in seventh heaven. The sexual experience was a grand experience for our hockey captain!

I held my ass up for Herman to enter me. He leaned down and kissed my back and buttocks. He then aimed his big cockhead at my hole and pushed forward gently. His huge cockhead pierced my sphincter and I groaned. I have just been fucked with Johan’s big and thick cock, but that was nothing in comparison to the huge cock that was entering me. It was big and thick and huge.

Herman held still and made his cock swell. It really stretched my hole and made me groan. I loved his huge cock in me! Herman pushed deeper and the whole big head slipped in. He held still and made it swell again. I groaned with pleasure. Herman pulled back a little and then pushed in deeper, this time a bit deeper. He made his cock swell and pushed in even deeper. He held it still and made his cock swell … he pushed in deeper again. He continued the pushing, holding still and making his cock swell a couple of times until he was in all the way.

I felt his huge balls hanging on mine and his groin pushing against my buttocks. He had his hands on my hips and he was gently stroking my body. It was clear this huge man with his equally huge cock loved me … too bad there were a few others in my life. He’d jump at the opportunity to have me to himself. But even though I loved him too, I also loved my brother, Juan, Luigi, Johann and Gunther – very much. I did love Herman in my own way, but I could never give up ‘my family’, not even for him and his monstrous dick.

Herman made his cock swell some more and I groaned. Fuck! That felt so good! He pulled back, and oh no! He pulled out all the way … no! Oh fuck! He aimed his huge cockhead at my hole again and pushed in … oh man! I got the same treatment as earlier … swell, push, hold still … and he was in all the way. He held still, made his cock swell and pulled out again!

My godd! This man had become a sex maniac – a fucking nice sex maniac with a beautiful monster dick! I loved it! He aimed his cock at my hole again, and penetrated me for the third time … oh fuck! I was in sex heaven! To have been fucked by my hockey captain and now with Herman’s huge cock … what a pleasure and honour!

“Fuck him my Gentle Giant! Push that big cock in him and fuck him hard!” Johan had become a sex fiend in one afternoon!

Herman started to fuck me with slow and long thrusts. He had become a super sexual being in a couple of weeks. He instinctively knew how to make me feel good and enjoy the sex. He was aware of the enormous size of his cock and the damage and pain it could inflict, so he was super attentive and careful when he fucked me.

His huge cock was making me feel so good and by now I was used to its enormous size and the feeling when it in me, was just one big joyous experience. I loved getting fucked by this big hunk.

He leaned forward and kissed me in the nape of my neck. His hands were on my shoulders as he fucked me. I was enjoying it so much! The huge cock in me made me feel alive and with every thrust I was pushed closer to the edge of no return. My own cock was so hard and wet. I was leaking copious amounts of precum onto the sheets below me.

“Go suck Anton’s cock! Go!” André urged Johan to suck me off. Oh fuck!

Johan pulled his ass off André’s cock and crawled in under me. He took my leaking cock in his mouth. I was groaning with lust and desire. My cock disappeared in his warm and amazingly big mouth. My cock almost disappeared in his mouth. Herman’s fucking was driving me over the edge and Johan’s mouth on my cock was the final push. I was going to cum! Soon!

“Ahhh! Oh fuck! Yes! Suck me! I’m going to cum! Oh yes! I’m cumming! Cum with me Herman! Fuck me and cum with me! Oh fuuucckkkk! I’m cumming! Take my cum! Hnnnnggghhhhngggnnnn! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh godd! Ahhhhhhh!”

I fell into the abyss and shot a load of note into Johan’s mouth while Herman’s huge cock was pounding my hole.

Herman’s breathing was shallow and he groaned. He was cumming as I shot the last of my cum into Johan’s mouth. Oh fuck! This was unbelievable! My sexual experiences were getting better and better every day!

Herman pumped his huge cumload into me on top of Johan’s big load. His cock spasmed and twitched and I was groaning.

“Please stop Johan! Oh fuck! Stop! Oversensitive! Oh fuck! You’re a master but … ahhhh … oh fuck please stop sucking me!”

My cock was so sensitive I had to pull my cock out of Johan’s mouth but I had a huge man behind me with an equally big cock in me. Fortunately Johan was a quick learner. He stopped sucking my cock and just held it in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth, his soft sensual tongue under my cock and my cum in his mouth felt divine. Johan started to swallow my cum. His tongue was lightly massaging my cock. I was impressed by our captain!

Herman pulled me into his body and started to roll over on his side pulling me with him. His huge cock was still deep inside me. We rolled onto our sides and Johan was clever enough to roll with us and kept my cock in his mouth.

André joined us on the pillows and leaned over to kiss me. “Happy baby bro? Did you enjoy it? It sounded like you did!”

I fleetingly thought of Luigi … oh fuck! How low I’ve tumbled for the sake of sex! Luigi was such a great guy! He deserved better! I was such a sex slave! And fuck, I love sex! More and more so, every day!

———

We put the curry we made the previous day in the microwave on defrost for an hour. It would produce just enough gentle heating to heat up the brew and not toughen the meat. I cooked some Basmati rice and André made a nice tomato sambal to go with the curry. I cut some bananas and sprinkled some lemon juice over it to keep them from browning and to add another layer of taste to the dinner. I had a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge and opened it and a bottle of dad’s red wine.

When Johan and Herman arrived in Johan’s brand-new Audi, everything was ready. André had some nice relaxing music playing on Juan’s stereo system.

When the two got out of the car, it was clear what happened en route to us: both had huge bulges in their pants! They were ready to go … again! André and I greeted them as if we haven’t seen them a few hours earlier and haven’t fucked like rabbits! We also boned up … fuck!

We invited them in and offered them some Coke while we waited for Juan.

Johan was very impressed with the house and wanted to see it. We took him around and when he saw the master bedroom, he clearly wanted to be in there and have some sex! He looked at our poster picture on the wall and just swallowed. It was clear he really liked Juan very much.

We made some small talk about university, hockey (of course!), our Dad’s wine farm, our photo shoot in 12 days’ time and of course (André was there), sex!

Johan was already hard and was palming his big cock in his pants. Herman seemed to have a perpetual hard-on, and was palming his cock too. We made some more small talk as we couldn’t engage in some sexual shenanigans with Juan about to arrive home soon.

When we heard Juan’s car, we changed the subject to hockey and adjusted our hard-ons to hide them.

Juan came in the house and without batting an eyelid, he pulled André and me into his arms and kissed us. “How was your day? Anything exciting happening today? Hmmm! Had some nice sex with those two this afternoon? Hmmm! I have to ask: do you still love me?”

“Of course, you big oaf! What a dumb question, you ogre! How could we not love you? You know we love you! Sheez!” André said and kissed Juan with gusto.

Juan walked towards Herman and hugged and kissed him too. He turned to Johan and hesitated a little and said, “Oh fuck that! I’m going to fuck you later on, I might as well kiss you too!”

“Erm … Coach? You’re going to fuck me? Oh my godd! Your cock is too big! You’ll kill me!” Johan stammered.

“No chance! I’m a gentle lover – ask both André and Anton! You’ll enjoy it! So, why are we drinking Coke now? No wine? No cider? One wouldn’t say you’re a vintner’s sons! No! Let’s get some wine! White? Red? Johan? Herman?”

“I’ll get the wine. Sit my darling,” I said and kissed Juan. Oh fuck! I loved this man so very much! He pulled me into an embrace and whispered in my ear: “I love you so fucking much my darling!”

“*My exact thoughts … my darling!*”

“Hey! There are other people here! And we’re about to drink and start with food! What’s with that lovey dovey business? Come baby bro, I’ll help you. Let him go of him, you big oaf! You’re such an ugly pervert!”

Juan aimed a playful swipe at André’s head but André was prepared for it and grabbed Juan’s hand. He got pulled into the embrace too. “And I fucking love you too, you horrible piece of rubbish! Come here!” Juan kissed André and tousled his hair. “You’re such an unruly character but I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah! Talk is cheap! Show your love, ogre! Show it! More action and less bazaar talk!”

Where DID you buy him Mom?

I saw Johan’s big eyes and lust written all over his face. I wondered if he knew what was in store for him when Juan is going to fuck him …

We had some wine and Juan told us about his meeting with Gunther and the dean. New protocols arrived and he and Gunther had to set up new experiments, which were going to take up a lot of their time. He also mentioned that he and Gunther have had talks with the fitness staff at the sports centre on campus and that we’d be required to start training in the gym very soon. He said Gunther has suggested a study tour to Denmark where Novo Nordisk is, combined with some hockey matches for the team in Germany next year. The PR people took down the details and have already started to make provisional plans for a possible trip for the first 22 hockey players plus 6 reserves. The sports council would sponsor at least 60% of the tour. Deserving teammates (they were thinking of Herman) would receive a 100% sponsorship for the tour.

“But it’s early days. We can’t start planning ourselves for anything. Plus, Gunther wants to go see his parents in Germany if possible …”

“That’s great! Gunther really is an asset to the university and to the hockey team! Wow! And with you there to oversee it all, I’m sure we’re set to go! This would be fantastic! I’m so excited! I wonder what Dad would say to this!” André was already daydreaming of touring Germany next year.

———

The curry and other food were spectacular. Herman had two hearty helpings and Johan also had a smaller second helping.

“You guys know how to cook, that’s for sure! I could come eat here every night if this is the kind of food you prepare! Wow! I can cook, but you guys put me to shame!” Johan gushed.

“Thanks for the compliments. And yes, there is dessert, but it’s served freshly prepared in the bedroom! Let’s clear the table and get some order in here, get the dishwasher going, and then retire to the bedroom. I’m dying to have the captain of the first hockey team in our bed!” Juan said and started piling up the plates and cutlery. “Bring the glasses André – please Rubbish?”

Juan, what happened to you? What was in your drink?

After the kitchen was straightened out, we headed for our bedroom. First André, Johan and I headed for the en suite bathroom and douched thoroughly. With Juan and Herman’s big cocks ready to fuck us, we had to make sure we were clean.

Johan was still a bit green with the douching, so we guided him, me more than André.

The excitement was causing Johan to get rock-hard even before we undressed. He was a sex dogg, that much was clear! However, his excitement was contagious: both André and I were also getting hard during our preparation.

We groped each other and pulled Johan’s pants and shirt off him, revealing his substantial cock. It was literally throbbing and sopping wet. It was clear he must have been hard for some time – perhaps at the dining room table already? Fact was: he was horny as hell!

I kissed him and André was jacking his cock. “I still cannot believe you have this big cock, you dogg you! And all the time we thought you had a toothpick! This is more like a baseball bat! When it is soft, it’s such a small wiener! But hard, it is a very nice and big cock! It’s so  nice to suck you!”

I pulled away from Johan’s mouth and added: “And it’s nice to feel your cock in my ass. You’re a sex hound, mate! I love it when you fuck me with that big cock of yours! Your cumload is something else! Imagine my hockey captain filling me with a big cumload twice in one day! Whoop! Whoop!”

While Johan was busy flushing his rectum, André pulled me into an embrace and kissed me, pushing his big cock against mine. My brother was an ace kisser and soon we were groaning in each other’s mouths. Apart from being my sexy twin brother, André was a hunk and a good fuck. We undressed each other and I groaned when I took his nice big cock in my hand. He too was wet! Dogg! André took my cock in his hand and pushed his own cock next to mine. He took both cocks in his hands and squeezed them. He was in sexual overdrive already, and there hasn’t been any sucking or fucking … yet!

As soon as Johan had finished his douching, I took his place and flushed out my rectum. When the water came out clear, André took my place. I embraced Johan and kissed him again. Fuck! It was so nice to kiss him! And feel his big cock against mine! His precum smeared all over my tummy making a huge mess in my tummy hair.

“Enough, you sex perverts! Not here in front of me while I’m washing my insides for some big cocks to fuck me! I’m embarrassed to acknowledge that I actually know you! Sheez!” André was ribbing us. I gave him a playful swipe on the head. “Ow! I’m going to tell Dad you’re hurting me! He’s not going to fuck you tomorrow night!” It slipped out. André! What were you thinking!

“What? Your dad fucks you too? Wow! I’d love to see that! Fuck!” Johan wasn’t shocked – he was amazed and his cock was twitching something awful.

“Don’t listen to him – he’s demented!” I tried to save face.

“If your appearance is anything to go by, I’m sure your dad is a hung hunk of note! Fuck! How I wish I had a sexy dad! My dad is almost 70 and definitely not a man I’d ever want to have sex with. He is a nice guy, but he is my rich dad, and nothing more,” Johan said.

“Yes, Dad is a special guy and is fucking sexy. He’s only 43 and hairy, and we’ve seen his cock – it’s seriously big. Almost as big as Juan’s cock. When you come visit us on the farm, you’ll see. He is an awesome man and we love him to bits,” I said smoothly.

“Oh fuck yes! I’d love to go to the farm! I hope soon!” Johan gushed and gave me a big hug.

André finished his toilette and pretended to brusquely push us aside. “Out of the way, you perverts! If you’ve forgotten, I’m still here!”

“Don’t mind him, his dog tablets need to be replenished and the vet was fresh out of supplies! So, he’s on aspirin and Smarties for now, and we must live with it! Poor us!”

André took a swipe at my head but I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. He put his arms around my neck and looked into my eyes while we were kissing and said: “Hmmmmmm. Fuck, you’re such a good kisser! Pity you’re so ugly though …”

“See? Aspirin and Smarties don’t do the trick!”

“What are you doing in there?” Juan called from the master bedroom. “If you don’t get in here now, Herman and I will start without you!” Hmph! Yes, who would fuck whom, I wondered!

When we entered the bedroom, the two of them were lazing against the pillows, palming their big cocks. Herman’s cock was rock solid hard and the huge amount of precum made his cock glisten. He was slowly jacking it – fuck, it was big and beautiful! Everything about it – apart from being humongous – was perfect and made it a dick to die for!

Juan’s cock was hard too and although it also leaked a lot of precum, but of course it wasn’t as big as Herman’s cock and it didn’t produce so much precum. But, at 28cm, it was a seriously big cock and a cock that frightened me not too long ago! Now it was an instrument of carnal pleasure de lux for me!

“Coach, you really have a very nice big cock! Wow! And it is a beautiful cock!” Johan said, admiring Juan’s cock.

“Then, don’t just stand there, come here and experience it first-hand!” Juan put in.

We crawled onto the bed. I went for Herman’s enormous 33cm cock, but I started with his huge feet. His feet were not as beautiful as Juan’s or Luigi’s exquisite feet, but they were extremely big and still very nice. They were also very hairy. His second toes were considerably longer than the big toes and it was clear he spent enough time to clip them and caring for his toenails. I massaged his feet, sucked on the big toes and kissed the bridge of his feet. I massaged his calves, his thighs and then his huge balls. He was groaning with pleasure and was rubbing the precum over his cock, over the head but being so much, over the whole shaft.

Next to us, Juan pulled both André and Johan into his arms and they entered a three-way kiss. Johan was ecstatic to kiss his coach! Their hands were all over each other. When Johan took Juan’s big cock in his hands, he whistled. “Coach, this is a seriously big cock! Herman’s cock is enormous, but this is also a really big cock! Wow! May I suck it?”

“No, you may not suck it … Guys, did you hear that? Of course you may suck it, silly! Why ask? Just do it!” Juan said and gave him a playful slap on the arm.

Just as I was sucking Herman’s big balls, Johan opened his mouth and Juan pushed his big cockhead into his mouth. “Ahhhh! Oh fuck! This feels so good! Yess! Oh fuck yes! Ahhh!”

I had Herman’s big cock in my hand and the other hand cupping his balls … fuck! They were big! His cock was literally covered in precum now and was slippery in my hand. I moved up the long thick shaft and reached the frenulum on the underside of the big head. I licked the head and tasted the precum. After cum, precum was my favourite liquid … OK, red wine was also somewhere there, but I loved precum and cum!

I lifted and let the big cockhead slip into my mouth. Once again, I couldn’t get more than the head and a few centimetres of the thick shaft into my mouth. Herman was groaning and put his hands on my head. He moved his cock in and out my mouth and the precum literally poured into my mouth.

I heard some talking next to us, and the next thing, someone was behind me. My ass was pushed into the air and I felt someone putting lube on my hole … OK, I was going to be fucked while I was sucking Herman. OK … sounded good to me!

Juan and André were urging Johan to push his cock in my ass. And he did. He put his big cockhead on my hole and slowly pushed in. Ahhh! Fuck, the man had a nice cock! I groaned on Herman’s cock and pushed my ass backward to meet the onslaught of Johan’s big cock. He was sliding into me and didn’t stop until he was in all the way. He also didn’t wait but started to fuck me slowly and with meaning.

André was now next to us and put his cock on Johan’s cock while the shaft was sliding in and out of me. Juan took up position on the other side and did the same. Their precum was lubing Johan’s shaft while he was fucking me. Juan and André were kissing Johan.

I felt André moving in behind Johan and I knew he was going to fuck Johan again. Johan held still while Andre was entering him. Poor guy! Getting fucked twice by my brother in one day, only hours apart. But, he was ‘Lucky Pierre’ to be in the middle of us twins!

Herman was turned on big time and was groaning while he watched the show in front of him.

My ass was pointing in the air with Johan fucking it wholesale. Behind him André held still while Johan’s fucking movement made his ass move up and down André’s cock shaft.

“Nobody cums, OK? This cannot end now, you hear?” It was clear Juan wanted to fuck Johan! He was already putting lube on his big cock.

After a few minutes of fucking, Juan put a stop to it all and André pulled out of Johan. Juan took his place and slowly pushed into Johan.

“Oh fuck! Coach! You’re going to rip me apart! Ow! That is sore! Ow! Oh fuck! No! You’re hurting me! No! It’s too big!” Johan growled.

“Just relax and push out as if you’re taking a dump. Relax and concentrate on your cock in Anton’s hole. Relax.”

“Ahhh! Oh fuck! You’re too fucking big! Oh godd … you’re going to kill me! Ow! Ow!”

“Don’t be such a baby! Juan’s cock is big but you’re a big boy! Just relax and take it like a man! I can take it and Anton can take it – so can you. Just relax and push out. It will get nice in just a few seconds!” André was coaching from the side, playing with his big cock.

“Oh, OK. But slowly please Coach! Your cock if fucking big! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhhh ….!”

“There, I’m in. Now relax and push out … yes, that’s it! Just relax. I’m going to flex my cock … here it comes!” Juan informed Johan.

“Oh fuck! No! Your cock is big as it is! Don’t make it even bigger! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Ahhhh!”

“Now clamp down on my cock with your hole. Push out. Clamp down,” coach Juan was instructing.

Juan was obviously pushing in deeper as Johan was groaning and swearing all the time.

“There, I’m in balls-deep. I’m going to flex again. You have to push out and clamp, push out and clamp. Yes! That’s it!”

“Oh yess! Yess! That is wonderful! Yess! Coach, this is fantastic! Yess!” Johan was experiencing the bliss of being fucked by my beautiful man.

Johan started to fuck me again and it was clear he wasn’t going to last very long. His big cock was twitching something awful and his breath was deep and fast.

“Oh godd! I’m going to cum, Coach! Is it OK? I can’t hold it back any longer! I’ve been looking forward to this since yesterday! Oh fuck! I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, it’s OK. Cum and pump your big load into Anton. We’ll use it as lube! Fuck him and cum!” Juan was directing the sex scene in our bedroom!

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Yess! I’m cumming! Yess! Yess! Here it comes … Ahhhhhh!” I felt his cock swell and twitch inside me and he slammed into me with one last thrust. He held still while his cock was pumping his big load deep into me. It was a big load again. This guy was worthy of a good fuck!

Johan collapsed on my back while his cock was still twitching in me. Juan slowly pulled out of Johan and just as his cockhead was about to exit Johan’s hole, he said: ”I’m pulling out now, OK?”

“Yes, it’s OK Coach … oh fuck! This was phenomenal! Thank you guys!” Johan was sighing.

“OK, now you need to pull out of Anton too, OK?” Juan said and went to lie down on the bed next to Herman. Johan pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed next to Juan and Herman.

“Come sit on me, my darling, OK? André … come.”

Johan pulled out of me and I had to clench to contain his huge cumload in me. I let go of Herman’s huge cock and moved to Juan. I sat astride his magnificent hairy body and lowered my ass onto his big cock. Oh fuck! Johan was right! It just was one hell of a cock! The first time he fucked me the weekend we were away 2 months ago, it was an experience I will remember forever. Added to it the fact that I loved this man with all my heart, and the experience was even more pleasurable and memorable.

“Wow! Anton, you really know how to take a big cock! It looks fantastic!” Johan enthused while he was watching us.

My body sank lower on Juan’s cock and I felt it gliding in on Johan’s big cum load in me. Soon the whole cock was in me. I lifted a bit and Juan was fucking me gently with short thrusts. I leaned down and kissed him. Oh fuck! I really loved this man!

“André, come!” Juan gave directions and I heard him opening the lube. He put some more lube on my hole and pushed a finger in me … oh fuck! “Ahhh! Oh yes! Yes!”

“What? Don’t tell me … no! Really? Are you …? No! That can’t be!” Johan said astonished at what he was seeing. “Anton, I don’t know how you are going to take them both! Oh fuck!”

André was already aiming his cock at my hole and as he pulled out his finger, he pushed his cock in on top of Juan’s big cock. Wow! It has already happened a couple of times but it still was an amazing experience to feel them both in my hole! André’s big cockhead stretched my hole and then it slipped in. Ahhhh! Oh fuck! He held still and made his cock twitch and swell. It stretched me even further. He pulled out again and reinserted his cock on top of Juan’s big cock in me.

Juan was holding me with both arms around me, and one hand behind my head. He kissed me and I sucked his big tongue into my mouth. When these two men fucked me, it was epic! André’s cock moved in deeper. He had his hands on my hips and pushed in deeper.

“I still can’t believe what I’m seeing!” Johan said and I noticed his cock was hardening and was still sopping wet! Again!

Soon André’s cock was in all the way. He held still and made his cock swell. Ahhhh! Oh fuck! His cockhead didn’t reach Juan’s cockhead but the two big cocks in me were really filling me up.

“I just can’t believe what I’m seeing! Fuck! That’s incredible! I’d love to be one of the tops some time! Wow!” Johan couldn’t believe it and I saw his cock was rock-hard again! Herman was still slowly wanking his huge cock. He pulled Johan closer and started kissing him. Johan was lying on top of Herman with their cocks pressing against each other. Herman was a sex dogg himself and knew how to make a man feel good.

André started to fuck me with long deep thrusts and Juan fucked me with short thrusts. My hole was stretched a lot but it felt fantastic. Juan’s kisses were deep and sensual. This man knew how to make love!

I was teetering on the verge of orgasm but I willed it not to erupt. Oh fuck! With the two big cocks in me, I was close to shooting a load of note.

André was gasping and I felt his cock swelling and stretching me one hell of a lot. He was going to cum!

“Oh fuck! Sorry baby bro, but I’m going to cummmm … oh fuck! Ahhhhhh! Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He jabbed his big cock in and out of me a few times and then pushed in all the way and started to shoot his load in me. Oh fuck! It felt like a big load.

“Oh godd! I just can’t help it. Sorry! But this is too much! Oh fuck! This feels marvellous! I’m pulling out. Johan, you want to fuck my baby bro with Coach?”

André was pulling out and as his head slipped out, I clenched to keep the cum in me.

Johan? Again? Fuck! His cock was bigger than André’s! Oh fuck! But, bring it on! If he wants in, then let him do it!

“Yes, oh fuck! Yes! Are you sure? Anton, are you OK? May I please fuck you with Coach? Really?” Johan was already behind me. André handed him the lube and I felt more lube on my hole. “This is going to be epic! Oh fuck! I can’t believe this!”

“Just remember, super slow! Nothing of just pushing in, OK?” André reminded Johan.

“Yes, OK! Anton, are you sure? My cock is bigger and thicker than André’s. Will you be able to handle us both? Oh fuck! Oh my godd!” Johan was on another planet!

“I’ll be fine Johan! Just take it slow please. Once you’re in, you could add some action!” I said.

Johan put his cock on my hole and slowly pushed in. “Ahhh! Oh fuck! This is so tight! Oh! … Oh! … Oh!” He also stopped when only his cockhead was in, and made it swell. It was big! And it was stretching me a lot! Oh fuck! It felt so good!

He also pulled out and reinserted his cock and pushed in deeper. I groaned and sucked Juan’s tongue. His hands on my neck and back were soothing and he murmured in my mouth.

Johan’s big cock was sliding in, slowly but surely. When he passed the halfway mark, I gasped. His big cock felt phenomenal! Oh fuck! It felt so good. His hands were on my buttocks and he pushed the last few centimetres into me, past the inner sphincter which almost made me cream. I could feel his huge cockhead deep in me. Together with Juan’s big cock, it really felt so fantastic!

The hunk was groaning and his cock was swelling and twitching in me. It was obvious he was as hot as can be, and he wasn’t going to last long! Juan’s cock underneath his, was too much for the hockey captain.

Johan was groaning in less than 90 seconds of fucking. He was going to cum again, soon!

Juan himself was now very randy and close to cumming. After the fucking with André and now with Johan, he was getting close to cumming. I was horny as hell, but I had to hold out as I wanted to have Herman’s cock in me. So, I just couldn’t cum with them.

“I’m going to cum too my darling! These shenanigans have been too much! OK if I also cum? How about you and I cum together, Johan? Want to spray your big load all over my cock inside Anton?” Juan was now fucking me harder and deeper, rubbing his cock against Johan’s big cock.

Johan was fucking me too and picked up speed. He was groaning and his big cock was hard as a rock, making me feel good. Oh fuck! I wished I could cum with them! I was ready to shoot!

Juan was first to cum. He was groaning and his big 28cm cock was very hard. He was fucking me with gusto. Soon he was gasping: “Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Ahhhh! Hnnngggnnnnnnhhhhhnnnggg! I’m cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” His cock twitched and he slammed his cock deep into me, and held still. I could feel his cock spasming as he unloaded his load into me.

At the same time Johan was also groaning. He too was gasping and with one last thrust he pushed his big cock deep into me and I felt it spasming. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhhhh! Oh fuck I’m cumming! Ahh! It’s the first time for me to cum so soon after the first round! You’re phenomenal Anton!”

The two hunks’ big cocks in me were still spasming and they were pumping an unholy load of cum into me. Johan collapsed on my back and Juan was stroking my head. His other hand was stroking Johan’s head on my back.

“Did you like that Johan?” André asked.

“Oh fuck yes! This was an experience to remember! To think I’ve fucked Anton and you’ve fucked me and now I’ve fucked Anton with Coach! Unbelievable! To think a week ago I thought you were a bunch of dweebs! And just look at us now! You’re great and this was a fantastic experience! Thanks a lot!” Johan was on Cloud Nine!

“What did you think of the double fuck? Did you enjoy it? Something else, huh? Your cock on mine felt very nice! I’ll be looking at you with different eyes from now on! My first team hockey captain with the big cock who I fucked and who was now fucking Anton with me! You’re a nice guy after all! And I must concur: you have a very nice big beautiful cock! It feels like you’ve shot a huge load in Anton …” Juan complimented Johan.

“Of course, but not as much as the first round, but it felt like a big load I’ve added to the mix!” Johan said and hugged me. His cock slipped out and I could feel I was filled to the rafters.

I lifted off Juan’s cock and lied down on top of Herman. He will be the last one to fuck me and pump his load into me. But I needed a breather and come down from my near orgasm with Juan and Johan. I felt his huge cock underneath me. It was sopping wet and was twitching under me when I lay down on him. He embraced me and caressed my head and neck and back.

He whispered in my ear: “*Oh fuck, how I love you! You’re one of a kind! I wish you could have been mine … fuck!*”

Herman was head over heels in love with me but the presence of Luigi pushed him away. I liked him a lot too, but not enough to give up all the other guys, least of all Luigi. I loved them all and enjoyed sex with them. Herman’s huge cock and his kindness were the things I was going to miss. He was a nice guy who happened to have a humongous cock and who loved sex, as much as I do.

“Are you still OK that I fuck you too? I’d understand if you didn’t want to … I could jack off or you could suck me? Feel like tasting my cum?”

“Yes, I’d love to taste your cum! Fuck! You cum so much, and it tastes so nice! Yes, let me suck you off! But you could fuck me first if you wanted …?” I said.

“You sure? I’m not going to last long so I’ll pull out and cum in your mouth, OK?”

“Yes, let’s do it!” I said with enthusiasm.

“Swop places with me. On your back and legs over my shoulders. When I cum, I’ll sit on your chest and pump my load into your mouth. OK?”

“Yes, OK! Just put your big cock into me! Fuck me!”

“You’re not just a good hockey player and an ace at your studies, but you’re a sex fiend, Anton! You’re more insatiable than I am!” Johan said and squeezed my arm. He was now lying in Juan’s arm and André on the other side of Juan. They stroked Juan’s chest and kissed his pecs.

Herman put some lube on his huge cock and some more on my leaking hole. He put his cock on my hole and pushed in. My hole was so loose with the fucking I’ve had that Herman’s cock slipped straight in. But it was still one hell of a big cock, and it still felt amazing to feel it entering me. He was careful and gentle. He slowly pushed in and didn’t stop until he was in all the way. He twitched his cock and I groaned. I clenched my hole over Herman’s cock and he made his cock swell again.

“I’m very close and will cum very soon. A few thrusts, OK? You still OK?”

“Yes, I’m fine. A few thrusts would be fine. It feels great and your big cock is amazing as always. It feels fantastic in me. Ahhhh! Fuck me!” I urged him on.

Herman was fucking me as gentle as he could with his huge cock. He held my legs on his shoulders and when his big cock was in all the way, his huge balls slammed against my buttocks. He had two huge balls and it felt great! Fuck!

“Oh, this feels so good! It is fantastic to feel you inside me! Your huge cock makes me feel so good! Ahhhhh! But you need to cum soon. I am extremely close to cumming myself … oh fuck!”

“OK, I’m getting very close now … oh fuck! I’m pulling out and then I’m putting it in your mouth. Oh fuck! You’re too much! Wow!”

Herman gave my hole a few more jabs with his big cock and then pulled out abruptly. He quickly moved on top of my chest and pushed his big cockhead into my open mouth. He was jacking his cock and was groaning. He was about to shoot a big load into my mouth.

Somebody was taking my cock and putting it into his mouth. Ahhh! Oh fuck! I was about to cum and I was about to flood the mouth around my cock.

Herman was groaning and then it happened: he was shooting his huge load into my mouth. The first spurt was a little dribble and he groaned. The second one was enormous and flooded my mouth! I had to swallow big time. The big head in my mouth took up a lot of space. The third spurt was even bigger. It flooded my mouth again, and some of it ran out the corner of my mouth onto my chin. I swallowed as fast as I could.

By now my cock was twitching in the unknown mouth and I was shooting my load … it was a copious amount after being fucked left right and centre!

I continued to shoot at least nine spurts and Herman was shooting at least six or seven more spurts into my mouth. It was so nice and tasted wonderful. Oh fuck! I love cum! Since the first time I’ve tasted André’s cum, I was hooked.

Herman collapsed against the headboard and pushed his big rubbery cock halfway into my mouth. His huge balls were on my chin. My cock was deflating and the anonymous mouth around me was having a field day with my cum. I did shoot a big load.

“You’re an ace Johan! You’ve had it all in one night! Did you like Anton’s cum?” Juan asked. So, it was Johan who took my cum in his mouth. He was an ace! I really enjoyed it.

“How are you baby bro? All fine with you?”

I let go of Herman’s cock and he sat back slightly on my chest. Johan let go of my cock and moved into Juan’s arms again. He kissed Juan and … my godd! … he gave Juan some of my cum! What a quick learner this hung hunk was! I couldn’t remember ever telling him to do that, but Juan wasn’t going to complain!

“I’m fine thanks. And even after all Herman’s cum – it was a huge load! – I’d love some Coke please? What time is it?” I asked.

Juan reached for his Rado on the nightstand and said it was just after half past eleven. A good time to call it a night.

“Would you mind to get us some Coke please André?” Juan asked.

“Yes, I will. Coke for everybody? Yes?” André asked. We all accepted.

After the Coke we lounged around a bit longer. Then Juan said that either they stay the night or hit it back home. Both Herman and Johan had early classes and said they’d be going home soon.

“Thanks for today. I’ve never had a better day in my life before. This was fantastic on every level! I’d love to have this again some time please, if I may?” Johan put in.

“You’re most welcome but remember there are already 6 of us in this group. The others may not approve. So, we’ll have to play it by ear. OK? But yes, it was a damn nice experience and one I’d also remember. Both of you are nice guys and as much as I enjoy you on the hockey field, I enjoyed you here in the bedroom too. What do you say guys?” Juan asked.

“We’re also OK with it. But, if it happens again, it needs to be when the other three are not here. Johan might enjoy it, but I’m not sure about Gunther and Luigi – especially Luigi. So, yes – let’s play it by ear,” André put in.

“Well then, on this high note of sex and friendship, I think we should be going, OK Herman? Do you want to drive?” Johan already knew the right buttons to press when it came to Herman!

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We prepared for bed and I really had to battle to keep all the cum in my hole. I had multiple loads in me but it was a wonderful experience, and I wanted to keep it inside me for as long as I could.

Juan wanted to spoon me from behind, but for once, I hoped he was also sated and didn’t want an all-nighter. My hole was a bit tender too. Juan did put his big rubbery cock between my legs and hugged me from behind, but nothing more.

In front of me, André, facing me, pushed his body close to mine and put a hand over my neck. I put my hand out and took his big cock in my hand, which was now semi-hard and squeezed it.

“*Careful there! I’d be hard in seconds … watch it baby bro!*” He groaned softly, and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were so soft and full. If ever there were a choice for brothers, this sexy hunk would be my first choice, every time! He was perfect in every way.

And for all intents and purposes, he was my lover too, despite Luigi and Juan and Johann and Gunther being my lovers too. Of course, Luigi takes number one spot. Sorry bro!

“Goodnight my darling. Did you enjoy the fucking?” Juan said softly at my ear.

“Yes, it was nice and the cum in me feels so good. I just don’t know if I’d be able to keep it in me all night long. When Herman shot his load into my mouth, I couldn’t believe it – it was like a faucet that was turned on! And it tasted so good!”

“As long as you remember Herman is no longer a member of the inner tight circle. Johan is a nice guy, but he too is not a member. We need to keep this between us. I’m not so sure Gunther and Luigi would approve of what happened between us and with Johan and Herman. Your occasional sessions with Herman will stay between us. I love the other guys too much and I think you agree with me, we don’t want to piss them off. Nobody could replace Johann, Gunther and Luigi. Luigi is a super, very sexy man and I know you love him very much baby bro. So, rather keep this between us? OK baby bro? And you, Rubbish, do you agree?”

“Now that’s what I call love! Sheez, ogre! Of all the pet words, you must choose ‘Rubbish’? Once an oaf and an ogre, always one! Yes, of course, I fully agree but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m calling Dad!”

André will be André!

“Don’t be so touchy, Rubbish! It’s said with all the love I can muster for a delinquent like you! Now shush! Back to the issue in hand. We can’t do this on a regular basis. Herman and Johan seem like they have the hots for each other, and if our ‘baby bro’ bottoms for Herman every now and again, I think the two of them are good to go. Now, let’s get some shuteye. Gunther and I have a lot to do tomorrow. And Dad is coming to see you guys tomorrow night. I’d love to see those shenanigans! Hmmmm! He is going to be very pleased that both of you would like to bottom for him. Hmmmm!”

“Yes, it is going to be an experience! Dad fucking me for the first time! Now let’s get some sleep, ogre!” André said and gave a big sigh. “Good night you big oaf! Thanks for everything. Good night my beautiful baby bro. I love you.”

“Oh, you only love our ‘baby bro’ now? Sob, sob! What about me?” Juan put in and aimed a playful swipe at André’s head.

“Oh, you ogre! Of course I love you too! How could I not love you too? Sheez! I’m sharing my other half and our bed and our house and our lives with you! But yes, I love you, otherwise I’d never hear the end of it! Dad! There is an ogre in our bed!” André put in and leaned over me and gave Juan a big smooch. Juan pulled him closer and the kiss erupted into a fully blown kiss, tongue, spit and all! ‘Not loving him’, my eye!

“There, happy now? I fucking love you! I only love baby bro more than I love you. Are you saying these things just to wrangle a kiss out of me? Hmmm? I love kissing you, so you don’t have to trick me into kissing you, you ugly big oaf!”

“Then tell me you love me … you delinquent! Sheez! I also have feelings, you know! Sob, sob!”

“Enough, you two! We know now you love each other and love kissing each other. Now, shut your eyes and sleep!” I commanded. “I love you two very much but no more of this bantering at this late hour! I’m calling Dad if you don’t behave right now, this late minute!”

“Yeah right! We all know what that would be bringing to the table! You’re going to have him tomorrow night! And he’s going to fuck you big time! Both of you! So, yes – we need to get some sleep so you could build your strength to face Dad tomorrow night,” Juan conceded.

We all kissed each other one last time, and settled in for a good night’s sleep. Of course, during the night Juan slipped his big cock into me and fucked me … he is a sex dogg, finish en klaar [finish and klaar = finish in Afrikaans; a common saying to indicate it’s a foregone conclusion]!

Hmmm … Dad … oh fuck! I loved our dad and the prospect of him fucking me again … heaven!

I slept like a log and dreamt the most wonderful things …

= To be continued =