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I had gotten a good job after I graduated college at a uptown, high dollar Accounting firm, I was doing great financially. I had hired in on March the third, and gotten a good name for myself as a CPA.

I am a rather average ‘Joe’ type of guy, rather low key, keep to myself, but there is this one thing, I’m gay, I don’t flaunt it, I dont’ make a show of it, In my job it’s just best to keep things under wraps if you get my drift.

In the two story office building that I work, I am rather well liked, I always present myself friendly yet professionally, and yet there are a couple guys that I would liked to have gotten into their pants, or at least taken out and sucked on what was is in their pants.

Michael, a young man of about thirty two, heavenly gorgeous, awesomely built, I ogled his awesome looking eight inch cock at the mens room urinals while takeing a piss several times, even watched it swell up and get like a rock hard once,I wanted to drop to my knees and service that slab of manmeat so bad, but instead I just smiled at Michael, who is married, and reached over and took his hard cock in my hand and stroked him off to a nut, standing there at the urinals, he loved it, but he didn’t want to make it a habit, for fear of getting caught, so He just sorta flaunted it at me and said, ‘It gets like that on occasion,’ then just put it away and went back to work, My response Was, ‘Hey man,. it happens to all of us,’ and had to put my quickly hardening cock away too.

Things had been going great on the job, I had been given several accounts that usually go to the senior accountants, I guess they were impressed with may accounting skills, and gotten several bonuses too, Which I appreciated.

Then came the Holiday season, we all got a Christmas Bonus, had a wonderful Christmas office party, but the Big Party was planned downtown at the Hilton in the East Ballroom for New Year’s Eve.

I got out my best suit and duds, planning to go alone, and I knew others would be their, mostly gals with their husbands or boyfriends or guys with there Wives or girlfriends.

Me I was just there by myself.

I got there and things were going great a live band, Open bar, finger food table and wonderful ambiance, everything was all but perfect, except I had no one of my own, I felt sorta like a second left nut, lol. Out of place.

Well I was drinking my fill of booze and mixed drinks feeling happy, chatting with several couples when I spotted a guy I didn’t recognize standing over and talking to a couple from another department on the first floor, I thought I knew just about everybody but this young man was someone I didn’t recognize.

I noticed he kept looking over at my direction and smiling, but I just thought it was his way of being nice.

I had made eye contact with his young guy, several times and always got a smile from him, one time he even raised a glass as in a toast to me, and took a sip.

I didn’t even know his name, or who he was or anything.

I asked a private secretary if she knew him she just said, his Name is Kevin I think, He’s related to the Boss.

I said, wow, I’ve never seen him before.

Well my bladder couldn’t stand any more liquid being dumped into it, so I headed out of the ball room to the closest Men’s room, I walked in and a guy was leaving, I walked up to the Urinal and whipped out an almost piss hard cock, and started blasting a stream of piss that could have cracked the urinal.

I heard the door open and as I pissed away and stared upward at the ceiling I heard this very sweet voice say, ‘Hey man how’s it going, My name is Kevin,’

I was a little shocked or should I say stunned but I looked over and it was the young good looking guy I had been asking about.

‘Oh sorry,’ I said, My name is Ken, Enjoying the party? ‘I really wasn’t untill I saw you,’ he said.

‘Really,’ I said in a state of shock.

I watched as Kevin sorta glanced over at my almost hard cock and smiled, I glanced down and noticed his thick meat, just standing straight out like peice of rock, uncut,his foreskin pulled back, and his cock head shiny, He looked up into my eyes, I smiled at him and finished up and then we both walked out back into the ballroom and back to the party.

We exchanged pleasantries and just chatted, I walked up to the table and began to choose a few items from the table.

I spoke up and said, ‘nice spread they had placed out for the party don’t you think.’

He smiled at me and said, ‘What I really would like to eat isn’t on that table,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, and a big smile on his face.

I began to get his drift and I turned around and faced him and just asked, ‘And what might that be Kevin?’

And as I looked at this gorgeous young man of about twenty six or seven, in his light grey suit, with his beautiful white shirt and loosened tie, Kevin leaned over and whispered in my ear, ‘I would love to eat that gorgeous cock of yours I saw in the mens room a while ago.’

I was almost taken back with his boldness, then I got a grip, as he said, ‘Something else, I love to Feel one like that inside me too.’

He stared at me to see my reaction and my response as we looked into each others eyes, the look told the story.

‘Well Kevin, in about twenty minutes after the presentations of company yearly awards are finished would you like to accompany me to my apartment, and I think we can handle your wishes in that department,’ I said.

Kevin’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, ‘Fuck Yeah man, Wow, What a fucking way to bring in the New Year.’ he said.

Kevin stayed with me like a little boy getting ready to go on a fishing trip with his Dad.

Well the Party was almost over and the awards are finished being presented, I got one, and a year end bonus.

Then I walked back to our table and leaned over and tolk Kevin I was ready to fuck him silly if he was ready for it, to which he just smiled and said, ‘Hell yeah man! lead the way.’

WE got to my appartment and I opened the door, I didn’t even got make yourself at home out of my mouth and Kevin was like a wild ravenous dog after a peice of fresh meat.

Kevin all but attacked me and while I was working to get my clothes off and get this party going to the bed room, Kevin was kissing and sucking on my neck and rubbing my crotch and just going insatiably wild.

I had to make him slow down, and I guess he had an inner itch but this kid wanted me to fuck the living daylights out of his ass.

I finally got him to take the time to get his clothes off and God was he gorgeous, well built and his ass was a ‘Rembrant’ awesome, tight and lightly hairy, I pushed him forcefully down on the bed belly down and I began to eat his asshole and tongue fuck this kid, God Damn man was he delicious. I was biting his ass hard, sucking and licking his beautiful starfish hole, with black swirling hair around it, his ass was like gormet food to a starving man to me, I needed this bad.

I hadn’t been with another guy in months and my nuts were literally aching for the want of man to man sex.

I worked on his asshole for a while and then I slid downard and took his nuts into my mouth, and he went wilder, and before long I had his uncut cock balls deep into my throat, he was almost thrashing, getting very vocal, almost loud, thats when I felt his cum filling my mouth, and cum he did, sweet, salty, acrid, sorta musty tasting, awesome, I swallowed his load and he said, ‘Hey man, I ain’t done yet.’ this kids fire was unquenchable, I raised his legs upward as he began pulling my face over to his and kissing me and lifting his ass upward, I felt the head of my cock, wet with pre-cum, as his assholed wet with my saliva began to hump the tip of my cock, and without even using a hand to guild my cock to the target, I felt the tip hit that spot on his asshole and the head of my cock entered into his anal canal, What a fucking rush that was, the feeling of his hot inner body was so intense and I felt the most awesome feeling as Keving pushed his ass upward and it swallowed my cock to the balls, He started groaning and grunting and fucking me like a madman, he really wanted cock badly, but now more badly than I wanted to feel his asshole tightly caressing my cock shaft.

WEl began a hard slamming motion and I was burying my cock to the pubicc bone with each thrust of my ass. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, I could heard his breathing and almost begging sound as I fucked this kid like I have never fucked anyone before, and what was so amazing was that I heard his plea, his begging, and his vocals, ‘OH Fuck Ken, I going to cum again,’ I began to feel the build up and then the finalie, and My cock felt like it was bursting, I don’t remember ever having a stronger climax before, I was almost to the point of it being a full body climax, it was phenomenal.

I my cock was pumping Keving full of cum, I felt his body shuddering as he began to shoot cum between our bodies, I felt it’s warmth and I saw the look of total satisfaction on Kevin’s face. I just let my body rest on top of Kevin’s body and we both layed there, gasping for air as our bodied came down from that sexual high, what an awesome sensation, I knew we would sleep like babies that night.

After we lay there for a couple minutes, I started to pull out and lay over, Kevin just wrapped his legs around my body and smiled, ‘Hey stud, your not going anywhere,’ he said.

I lay there and fell asleep, slept like logs all night, I awoke getting my cock sucked the next morning about seven, God what New Years day.

I think we were both worn out by the time that New Years day was over.

But I now know that Kevin is the Bosses son and we are together most of the time, It has made a difference in the work place too. The Boss seems to be a lot nicer, I wonder if he knows?

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I grew up in Western Maryland. My Irish-Italian father worked in a coal mine. Yes, there are coal mines in Maryland. My Polish-American mother was a stay-at-home wife and mother. We lived about a mile and a half outside of town in a two-story clapboard house, perched on the side of a hill above a narrow, winding county road.

My home life was remarkable only for being unremarkable. My parents were good parents, and I got along with my three brothers and a sister. The only discord between my parents occurred when my father swore, which was often.

We went to mass every Sunday, not because my parents possessed any burning religious zeal, but because it was the thing that small-town families did on their Sunday mornings in the sixties. Those were the days before strongly-held or fervently-feigned religious beliefs became acceptable as public spectacle.

I matured early, beating my brother – two years older than me – to puberty. Although I would eventually have sex with women, my earliest sexual fantasies always involved men.

My first sexual encounter occurred in a state park in West Virginia during a United Mine Workers’ Union summer picnic. I was sixteen. He was in his early twenties. He had a nice face, short dark brown hair and a solid build.

I spotted him sitting in an open air picnic pavilion with his pregnant wife. Every time I looked, his eyes seemed to be fixed on the dives I took from the stationary dock in the middle of the small lake. Between those clumsy dives that only a dim teenager would attempt, I stared back.

When sides were picked for volleyball, he and I ended up on the same team. Wearing a pair of tattered cut-off jeans that doubled as my swim trunks, I flirted with him between every volley. Up close, I could see his eyes. They were blue. Each time I made a good play, he gave me a ‘thumbs up’.

After dinner, the president of the union local addressed the crowd from a platform set up at one end of the picnic pavilion. I sat with two of my brothers and my sister on a picnic table near the back. This way, I had a good view of my volleyball teammate seated off to the side and about a third of the way toward the front of the pavilion. Midway through the ongoing series of speeches by local and regional UMW officials, he got up, stretched, and wandered off alone. He glanced toward me as he walked to the back of the pavilion and headed toward the parking area.

While my younger brother tormented my poor sister with a dead moth, I drifted away to find him. I caught up with him leaning against a tree just beyond the last row of parked cars and pick-up trucks.

‘You lost?’ he asked.

‘No. Are you?’

‘You a smartass?’

‘Uh-huh’. I was being honest.

‘Me, too’ he admitted putting a cigarette in his mouth. ‘You’re a smartass and a damned good volleyball player.’

After that exchange, neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. He lit his cigarette and lounged against the tree. I squatted, picked up a stick and began stabbing the ground, then flicking the loosened dirt under my ass.

‘How old are you?’ he asked exhaling a cloud of smoke.

‘Seventeen.’

‘You got big legs for seventeen.’ He looked down at me. ‘I would have figured you to be around eighteen or nineteen.’

I didn’t say anything. The thought that I should have said that I was eighteen, rather than seventeen, crossed my mind. The earlier lie would have to do.

‘What’s your name?’ he asked, taking another drag on his cigarette.

‘Thomas.’ The sound of applause and whistles came from the pavilion. ‘My friends call me Tom.’

‘Not Tommy?’

‘No!’ I hated being called Tommy.

‘Can I call you Tom?’

‘Sure. What’s your name?’

‘Peyton.’

I recalled one of our volleyball teammates calling him Peyton. I rolled the name ‘Peyton’ over in my mind.

He stuffed his cigarette in his mouth and extended his right hand toward me. I dropped the stick and stood up. I gripped his hand in mine. Peyton squeezed my hand. I squeezed his in return.

‘Nice to meet you, Tom.’ He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and nodded. Through a cloud of exhaled smoke, he looked me over.

‘You’re a big guy. You play sports?’

‘Football.’

‘Baseball?’

‘No, I hate baseball’.

‘Me, too.

Through the trees I heard music playing on the public address system – The Stars and Stripes Forever. A man and a woman stumbled by. The woman’s arm was wrapped around the man’s waist as though she was supporting him; he did look drunk.

‘You want a beer?’ Peyton asked.

‘Not really. I don’t drink.’ I mulled my response over in my head. I regretted my answer. Every sixteen-year-old that I knew drank beer.

‘Because of football?’ he asked.

‘Yeah. Our season starts in a few weeks and I don’t drink when I’m training.’ Of course, at sixteen, I didn’t drink when I wasn’t training.

Peyton crushed his cigarette against the tree and locked his eyes on the zipper of my cut-offs. I stuffed my hands in my back pockets and made fists to draw the front of my shorts tighter around my cock and balls. Peyton looked back toward the pavilion and then again at the mound in the front of my pants.

He lit another cigarette.

‘Your dad in the mines?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, over in Garrett County.’ I bent my knees slightly and with my fists still in my back pocket, I hiked my pants up even more, framing the ‘goods’ snuggly in the ‘v’ of my crouch.

He nodded and took a long draw on the cigarette. I kicked a rock with my shoe and looked at him as he leaned against the tree.

‘You got a girlfriend, Tom?’

‘Naw, not really. There’s a girl I like, but . . .’ I stopped myself before admitting that I didn’t have a driver’s license.

‘Stud like you probably has a lot of girlfriends, right?’

I looked at him and slowly shrugged.

‘There are a couple that kinda like me I guess, but, right now, I don’t have the time. I just play football.’ I removed my right hand from my back pocket and slipped it under my shirt. I scratched my stomach while Peyton watched.

I scratched my chest which teased my shirt higher exposing my naval and the top of my shorts. I glanced at Peyton. His stare seemed to be fixed on the metal button just above my zipper.

Peyton took another drag on his cigarette. He looked down and laughed when he exhaled.

‘I’m just thinking about something funny.’

I watched him silently.

‘Listen, Tom, if you don’t want a beer, do you mind if I have one?’

‘No. That’s fine. I’m getting ready to go back anyway.’

‘You want to keep me company while I drink my beer?’

I looked up.

‘I guess so.’

We walked through the parked cars to the edge of the parking lot. Peyton’s ride was a pickup, a new Chevy with a camper shell. I stopped at the passenger side door. Peyton walked to the back.

He dropped the tail gate and lifted the back of the shell.

‘Beer’s back here.’

I walked to the rear of the truck.

‘Get in’.

I lifted my right leg and placed my foot on the lowered tailgate. I could feel Peyton’s eyes on me. I hoisted myself up and, ducking my head, made my way inside. I looked for a place to sit.

‘Sit down on that box of oil over there,’ Peyton instructed, pointing toward the front of the camper.

Stooped over, I sat down on a box of Quaker State motor oil. Peyton climbed in, pulled up the tailgate, and lowered the back of the camper shell. By doing so, he effectively shut out any spying eyes in the parking lot as well as any chance of a breeze.

‘Damn, it’s hot in here,’ Peyton remarked looking around for a place to sit. As he turned to sit on the wheel well, our heads almost touched. Although the air outside had cooled, inside the camper was sauna-like from the day’s heat and humidity. Peyton reached behind him and slid open a small window on the side of the camper.

Grabbing the handle of a beat-up Igloo cooler and pulling it toward him, he opened the lid and pulled out a can of beer. He pulled up his shirt and wiped the cold water from the can. He had the beginnings of a gut. A patch of hair circled his naval.

‘Sure you don’t want one?’ he asked.

I shook my head.

‘I wish I had a soda or even water to give you’. Peyton popped the top of his beer can.

‘I’m okay’ I replied. ‘Do you mind if I take off my shirt?’

Peyton’s eyes lit up.

‘No. Go ahead. It’s hotter than hell in here.’

I began to peel myself out of the damned thing, but the back of my shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to my body grimily. After I leaned over further to get a better grip, Peyton grabbed it at the shoulders and pulled. As the shirt moved over my head, I breathed in the scent of my own sweat.

Peyton lifted the beer to his lips, closed his eyes and took a long pull. He swallowed several times before taking the can away from his mouth and resting it on his knee. He stretched the other leg straight out placing the heel of his shoe on one of the raised ridges of the truck bed. He leaned back against the side of the truck and looked at me.

‘You naturally built like that?’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘I mean, is that – ‘he pointed the can toward my chest – ‘natural, or is it from working out?’

‘I guess it’s from both.’

Peyton took another swig of beer and nodded. I put my hands behind my head and leaned my back against the camper shell. I slowly stretched out my left leg, placing my foot inches from his. Peyton looked at my foot and followed my leg up to my crotch. Taking my hands from behind my head, I tucked my thumbs into my pants waist just above the zipper. I cupped my fingers under the bulge in the front of my jeans.

Peyton drained the can and then reached into the cooler and pulled out a second beer.

‘We can go right after I finish this one.’

‘I’m in no hurry’ I grinned. I knew that this picnic wouldn’t be over for another hour or two.

Peyton guzzled the beer.

‘Can you hold this for me?’ he asked handing me the half-empty can.

I took my thumbs out of my pants as he handed me the beer and pulled off his shirt. The circle of hair around his naval continued upward in a straight path and spread out over his pecs. He didn’t have a large chest, but his shoulders and arms impressed me. I could feel my cock straightening against my balls.

‘Phew, that’s better.’

I nodded and handed him his beer. My cock head pulsed against the denim of my shorts. I wanted to reach down and pull it upward, liberating it from between my leg and my pants. Instead, I sat motionless, afraid that any further movement would reveal the onset of a raging erection.

Peyton finished the second can of beer and dropped it on the bed of the pickup truck. He brought his right leg up, leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. He looked up the length of my leg and saw the outline of my hard cock.

Peyton reached over and put his hand on my leg, just above my knee. I saw no reason to move.

‘You look like you’re a very big boy,’ he said, motioning with his head and eyes to my crotch.

‘I don’t know’ I said. ‘Maybe’.

‘You want to pull it out for me so I can see?’

Of course I did.

I unbuttoned the top of my shorts and raised my ass. I leaned back against the truck and slowly pulled my pants down. Peyton watched as my cock and balls appeared parallel to his face.

‘Mother fucker, you got a big dick, Tom. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.’

I smiled, shrugged and sat back down on the box of oil. My cock bobbed between my legs. Peyton appeared to weigh his options for a minute before he reached inside the cooler and pulled out another beer. He held the unopened can next to my cock. Cold water dripped on my thigh. I still didn’t move.

God Bless America began playing over the PA system. Peyton held the cold beer can against my cock and then pulled it back. He opened it and took a swallow.

‘God bless America,’ he said, staring at my cock before taking another swallow of beer.

Peyton sang along with the music. ‘. . . to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam, God Bless America . . ‘ On the words ‘my home sweet home’, Peyton reached over and grabbed my cock.

‘Yessir, God bless America’.

Peyton set the beer down on the truck bed. He reached behind him and closed the window and moved forward, dropping to his knees. He positioned himself in front of me and took my cock in both of his hands.

‘You don’t mind if I do this, do you Tom?’

‘Uh-uh. I don’t mind at all.’

Peyton dipped his head between my legs and licked the top of my cock. I lifted my arms. I wanted to put my hands on him, but I wasn’t’ sure how he would react. I dropped them to my side as his mouth covered my cockhead.

His saliva ran down my shaft. I closed my eyes. I’d stroked my cock thousands of times. I had jerked off every day since I was ten. Nothing had prepared me for the intense pleasure of that moment in the back of Peyton’s pickup truck.

He looked up.

‘I bet you get plenty of girls going down on you, don’t you Tom?’

‘Uh, yeah.’ It was a lie, but it seemed like the right response.

Sweat beaded on Peyton’s back. It poured from my face. Peyton sucked me with such force that I imagined the truck rocking back and forth in rhythm with his head. ‘What if my parents find me?’ I thought, until his sucking made me forget the world outside the camper shell.

I didn’t remember moving my hands to his body but there they were. I saw my fingers spreading out, feeling the muscles in his man’s back and shoulders while his mouth serviced me. I discovered how sensitive my cock head was as Peyton ran his teeth lightly over the ridge.

I wiped his back with my hands and spread his sweat over my thighs. I felt the sides of his face and heard the moist sounds his mouth made as it roamed over my cock.

I felt my cock jam against the rear of his mouth. He tried to take me into his throat but it would not pass beyond the back of his tongue. I was glad when he gave up and began sucking the head and the top inches of the shaft.

I could feel my orgasm begin in my ass. I desperately tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. Peyton gagged, and fell back against the wheel well when I started to blow my load. My remaining blasts became airborne splattering both Peyton and the side of the camper shell.

‘I wasn’t expecting that much’ Peyton said reaching forward and grabbing my throbbing cock. ‘I’ve forgotten what it was like being seventeen.’

‘Or sixteen,’ I thought.

My cock drooped between my legs to the box. After a few minutes, the head came to rest in a pool of cum and sweat.

Peyton picked up the beer can and washed the taste of my load from his mouth. He kept his eyes on my cock as he drank. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

‘You don’t mind if I jerk off, do you Tom?’

I remember thinking that his cock looked like a surfboard – long, fatter in the middle. Whereas my cock head was round and thick, his cock head tapered from its junction with his shaft. The sight of Peyton’s rod reinvigorated my cock. Within seconds, I was hard again.

Peyton managed to pull his pants down in the cramped quarters. He fell again to his knees and pulled me in his mouth, his hand never leaving his cock. He moved his head around, washing my cock in his spit. He coated my cock with his saliva and ran his other hand up and down my cock in time with his mouth. He leaned back and stroked me with one hand while stroking himself with the other.

My breathing deepened. Peyton pulled his hand away from my cock and dived face down into my lap. On a down stroke, I came a second time. This time, he didn’t release my cock until he’d sucked the last drop. He sat up and looked at me. I kept my eyes on him as he erupted. His cum fell across my left thigh in long ribbons of white. I remember the heat of it.

In the background, the Marine Hymn played over the PA system.

Sated, we wiped off with an oil rag, dressed, and then we said goodbye behind the pickup.

The night air felt cool against my skin. My clothes were still soaked with sweat.

Walking back toward the pavilion I met my sister walking toward our car.

‘You’re all wet. Whadja do, go swimming in your clothes?’

‘I did some push-ups and sit-ups on the other side off the parking lot.’

‘That’s so stupid,’ she sneered.

I watched as Peyton help his wife pack up. When he went to throw some dirty paper plates and cups in a trash can, he looked over at me. He nodded as he and his wife walked toward the parking lot.

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My fascination with glory holes began with a visit to the old-fashioned men’s room of the city’s natural history museum. Needing to pee and wanting to avoid an odd fellow who seemed to be exposing himself at the open row of urinals, I went into a booth and let a long, noisy stream splash into the bowl. The lengthy relief gave me time to look around at some surprisingly well drawn male sexual graffiti, which I found very arousing, but when I spotted an eye behind what I thought was a very large peephole, my eyebrows shot up in surprise, and the eye was withdrawn. Immediately, I felt that if he could look in on me, I had the right to look in on him. It seemed indecent, yet something about it also seemed very erotic, and, as an ever-horny eighteen-year-old, I couldn’t help myself. I peeked after peeing.

The impression the man in the next booth made hit me hard. He seemed nude. His shirt was off and his pants were down on the floor at his ankles. He had stretched out and was very muscular, with firm skin and little body hair except at his crotch. It startled and excited me to see that his fist was slowly riding the length of an enormous erection, up and down. The head of his cock seemed to be larger than my entire fist and was so completely engorged that it was shiny with pre-orgasmic arousal. I stared in complete amazement.

I saw his body tighten, as if doing a stomach crunch, and realized that he was moving to the hole. Suddenly, he whispered, ‘Com’on, kid, put it through!’

I was shocked. I shoved my cock into my pants, realizing I had an erection, too, and left the booth, finding the large room empty. Immediately, chancing detection but apparently unfazed, he opened the door to his booth, and I saw him sitting there, big balls hanging down below the giant cock, which he continued to fist erotically. His free hand beckoned me to enter. I stood rooted there dazzled by the sight of the huge erection, wanting to go in and take up his apparent offer to play with it, yet scared of what he might do and fearful of getting caught in a public place playing with a dick. I chickened out, backing slowly away as he smiled knowingly at me. Then I heard him say, ‘Com’on back, boy. You want it!’

That phrase rang in my brain and stopped me in my tracks. You want it! I knew he was right but wondered just what it was, exactly, that I wanted to do with it. But he was right. I wanted it. I wanted to look at him through that hole again. I wanted to look at his big cock through that hole again. I had found it to be very exciting! So as I slowly moved forward to go back into the booth I had left, he gave me a big grin, while still fisting that big cock! Both booth doors closed at the same time.

I stood there wondering what to do. I felt my still stiff erection throbbing.

‘So do it, boy!’ he commanded softly. ‘Put that big cock of yours through this hole and I’ll take care of it for you.’ His lips were at the large hole, whispering at me erotically.

‘Take care of it?’ I whispered questioningly.

‘Sure, man! I’ll suck it for you. It’s called a blowjob. I’ll bring you off in my mouth. You’ll like it much better than jacking off.’

‘Jacking off,’ I repeated, surprised that someone would actually mention jacking off yet obviously meaning that he somehow knew I jacked off. It seemed very knowing, very personal, but I liked it, because I love jacking off.

‘Sure. We all jack off – I do, you do. I love jacking off. You love jacking off, too, I’ll bet ya. If you hadn’t shown up, I was going to jack off by myself, here. You saw me doing it, right? Take another look, now.’ His lips left the hole.

I sat down on the commode and looked through the hole. There he was, stretched out again, pumping that giant cock! It really looked spectacular. Having been given his permission to look made it even more exciting. I noticed that his balls had tightened up against the base of his cock and, even as inexperienced as I was, I knew he was getting very horny. I had seen my own balls tighten up, like that, too often not to know what was happening.

‘Wow!’ I whispered excitedly.

‘Looks great, doesn’t it?’ he asked.

‘Yeah,’ I responded honestly.

‘Lemme see yours, again,’ he asked in a sexy tone, emphasizing the word ‘yours’ in a way that seemed to me to be flattering. His head moved towards the hole.

I opened my pants. My cock stood rigidly.

‘Stand up,’ he requested quietly.

I stood up, my pants and underpants sliding to the floor. I raised my T-shirt.

‘Man! What a handsome, sexy sight you are. What a fine body! What big balls! What a great cock!’

‘Uh… Thanks,’ I whispered hesitantly.

Com’on now,’ he encouraged, ‘put that big thing through the glory hole.’

‘Glory hole?’ I repeated, surprised to learn the term, but immediately delighted by it.

‘That’s what us cocksuckers call these holes,’ he explained, his lips back at the hole.

‘Cocksuckers?!’ I repeated, feeling rather surprised that he should use a word I had heard used only derogatorily, yet he used it with such obvious pride.

‘That’s what we are, kid, and it’s a good thing. Cocksucking is a job for a real man. Done right, cocksucking makes both guys feel good, and I do it right, you’ll see. Now, com’on, put that nice big cock of yours through this glory hole and find out how terrific getting it sucked will make you feel.’

My cock was so stiff and hard, leaking juices, that we both knew I was going to put it though the hole. But when he said that’s what ‘WE’ are I immediately discovered that, yes, I am a cocksucker, too, because I had been fantasizing about sucking cock and I knew I wanted to suck a cock! Then I realized I wanted to suck his cock! That thought surprised me, too!

I moved towards the hole. I saw his eye watching me. I was so hard that I have to shift my hips and use my hand to press down on my erection to aim it at the glory hole.

‘That’s it!’ he whispered enthusiastically, ‘slip it to me! Lemme suck it! I’ll suck it good!’

I liked the way he talked dirty to me. I found that I wanted to know what he planned to do and liked hearing him tell me. I had no idea how it would feel, but my cock was heading into the glory hole like a bear to honey.

As my cockhead eased through the large hole, I felt his lips slide over the tip. It felt like he was kissing the head of my cock. Immediately, I felt light, exquisite suction. I felt pre-cum being sucked up out of the shaft. I pushed inwards and the entire head slid into his hot, moist mouth.

‘Oh, God!’ I sighed.

‘Ummm…’he hummed, vibrating my cockhead, acknowledging to me that he, too, was enjoying this carnal contact.

He sucked. I humped more cock into him. He sucked. I humped more cock into him. He sucked. I rammed home the last inch or two ’til I was pressed up tightly against the wooden partition and my cock was in as far as I could get it. My balls were pressed partially against his chin and partially against the wood. I felt his mouth and throat on every inch of my meat! It was spectacular!

I stayed pressed against the wall and he began to raise and lower himself on the long shaft, sucking diligently. This was a feeling I wanted to last. This was magnificent! But the sensations were also incredibly overwhelming and after only two or maybe three trips up and down my throbbing shaft, I grunted and came! And came! And came! And came! And came! It was better than any jack off orgasm I had ever had, and I knew it immediately. I enjoyed it completely. I loved it and wanted it often.

But his continued suction was beginning to pain my over-sensitized cockhead and I drew back. He seemed to understand and he released me. I plopped down onto the commode and tried to catch my breath, closing my eyes.

When I opened my eyes I got a real start! His cock was standing tall through the glory hole! It was a thrilling sight! Up close it was even more spectacular! My belly churned, my mouth went dry, I licked my lips and I knew I was going to suck his cock!

‘Suck it,’ he pleaded softly, encouragingly.

I hesitated, not because I didn’t want to suck it, but because I wanted to hear him ask me to.

‘Try it! If you don’t like it, you can stop. No hard feelings. But just try it. You may love it! Like I do!’ As I hesitated, he added, ‘I’ll warn you when I’m about to shoot my load, if you don’t want to take it. It’s okay, I’ll understand, but just give it a try.’

My hand reached out and encircled the big organ. It felt wonderful! Strong and hard, with easily drawn skin that moved as I began to pump the cock.

‘That’s it!’ he sighed. ‘Pump my cock like you pump your own when you jack off. That’s it! It feels great! But, now, try touching the head with your lips, while you keep pumping my cock.’

It was an erotically whispered instruction that churned my balls. I knew I was going to suck his cock as I leaned in towards it, still pumping the shaft like he instructed and like I so often pumped my own. The fat cockhead was moist with oozing goo. It smelled great! My lips formed an oval as I leaned in to experience for the first time the feel of a hot cock at my mouth.

‘Ah!’ he sighed loudly as he felt my hot lips touch the tip of the cockhead. ‘That’s it!’ he added, sounding very pleased. ‘Do that!’ he added.

I was startled by the heat of the meat. Instinctively, I applied some suction as my lips curved over the head, taking some of it into my mouth but not past my teeth. A large dollop of hot juice flowed inward coating my tongue with its syrupy lubrication. I had tasted my own pre-cum so often that I recognized the similar sticky fluid. But receiving it from another man was exciting, especially while enjoying the masculine tastes of his cock, my first cock! I felt my own cock re-strengthen in arousal.

I pushed my mouth down over the large cockhead and allowed it to pop into me. It expanded in my mouth with an amazingly delightful fullness, pressing against tissues in a way that both tickled and caressed. I sucked! The cockhead swelled even larger and got stony hard, yet when my tongue pressed against it, it remained plaint. I sucked harder! He humped into the glory hole and pushed the cock against the roof of my mouth. I was elated! I was sucking cock and he seemed to like it! I sucked some more and swallowed the saliva that was building up in my mouth, and I heard him groan with pleasure. ‘That’s it!’ he repeated, ‘That’s it! SUCK MY COCK!’

I don’t know how loudly he said it, but that phrase rang though my brain. Yes! I’m sucking your cock! I thought, and I LOVE it!

Almost unconsciously I continued to pump the thick shaft while sucking the cockhead with great effort.

‘Oh! God! It’s so exciting for me to realize you’re doing it, that you’re sucking cock for the first time. The idea of it has me on fire. You’re doing it just great. Do you like it?’ he asked huskily.

‘Ummm!’ I hummed, vibrating his cockhead just as he had vibrated mine, knowing I was telling him I was enjoying myself.

That’s got it!’ he suddenly whispered urgently, ‘I’m about to shoot my load!’

He warned me, but he didn’t pull back. It was up to me. But by now, I knew I wanted his load in my mouth. I had been fantasizing about this for a long time. I knew that by drawing my hand down to the base of the cock and holding it there, waiting, and by sucking as best I could, he would be brought to orgasm as he humped a final thrust through the glory hole.

An explosion of cum burst into my mouth! It was hot and thick and delicious! I savored it for a moment but then swallowed. Immediately, another powerful shot of cum filled my mouth. It seemed to taste even better! I swallowed, and another hot jet of fluid filled me again.

‘Ugh!’ he grunted, ‘you’re swallowing my load! Ugh! Take it all, cocksucker!’ With each ‘Ugh!’ more cum flooded into me. I never wanted it to stop! Right then, I knew I wanted to drink as much of that wonderful man-juice as I ever could.

Finally, he tugged back, sighing, ‘Enough, I’m done!’ I released him, and watched, both fascinated and disappointed as the large cock was withdrawn back through the glory hole. It had been an overwhelmingly wonderful experience!

‘God, you did that so good, man,’ he whispered to me. I felt proud. ‘Did you like it?’ he asked softly.

‘I loved it!’ I admitted honestly.

‘Great! I thought you would,’ he said, adding before I could think he was somehow putting me down, ‘you’re much too sexy not to enjoy cocksucking.’

‘Thanks. It got me all hot, again,’ I told him.

‘Wonderful! Shove that big cock of yours back though and let me take care of it, again. I’d really love to suck it again.’

My cockhead brushed his lips before he got the last word out of his mouth. The second blowjob seemed even more intensely powerful than the first! It lasted much longer, was incredibly pleasurable, and brought me an awareness of how thrillingly great a really good blowjob really is. As I humped my hips and enjoyed the feel of his throat on my meat, I vowed to myself to become as good a cocksucker as he was and to take cock as deeply as he did; and I knew I would be giving great pleasure to my partners. Looking back, now, I realize I kept my vow, as I remember that there have been so many who have enjoyed my remarkable, deep-throating, cocksucking skills. And I’ve often said, ‘I love sucking cock!’

It was our wedding night. Caleb and I were making out in our hotel room. We had gotten married that day. Tonight was for us, tomorrow however was going to be different. Tomorrow I was going to have to tell my family that I was married. I was married to my sister’s ex-husband. My sister I knew would be ok with it. She was the one that told me that Caleb had a thing for me. Caleb had a thing for me even before he married my sister. It was the same for me too. It was how my parents would take it. I was sure my father would be ok with my new husband; my mother however wouldn’t be so supportive. She wanted to kill Caleb when he left my sister, even though he didn’t leave her they just came to the understanding that he was gay and it was for the best. My mother didn’t like the fact that I let Caleb come and live with me when he left my sister. I knew she wasn’t going to like this. I felt if my mother were to force me to choose between the family and Caleb, I knew I would choose Caleb. I was so in love with him I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

Caleb and I were shirtless and making out. We were feeling each others bodies. I started kissing down his neck, and then his chest. I licked his nipples as I started unbuttoning his pants. I got his pants off and lowered his briefs and exposed his cock. I got his briefs all the way off and I got up and took off my pants and briefs. I grabbed some lube and start lubing up his hot bubble butt. I sat him on my lap and let my cock go up inside him. Caleb let out and moan as I entered him. He started to ride my cock. I thrust up inside him as hard as I could go. We kissed each other passionately.

The harder I would thrust up inside him the faster he would ride. I then changed positions and started fucking Caleb doggie style. I pounded him harder and harder making him scream with delight. I then changed positions again giving it too him missionary. We fucked for about two hours and I blew a humongous load in his ass. I then sucked him off drinking his cum. After that we both lay in bed cuddling.

‘I love you so much Caleb.’ I said.

‘I love you too Chris.’ Caleb said.

‘I’m so happy you married me.’ I said. ‘I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.’

‘Me too,’ Caleb said, ‘My husband.

Caleb and I made out for a little while before having more sex and falling asleep. The next morning I knew I would have to make a couple of calls. Fist was to my sister as she could do some damage control when I dropped the big bomb on my mother about my marriage.

‘Hello.’ my sister answered.

‘Erica.’ I said.

‘Chris.’ she said. ‘I got your message that you would be in Boston this weekend. What are you doing there?’

‘Well I kind of got married.’ I said.

‘To whom?’ she asked though I suspected she already knew.

‘Caleb.’ I said.

‘My ex-husband is now my new brother-in-law.’ She said laughing. ‘I am fine with that I am sure he will make you a fine husband.’

‘I’m bringing him to dinner tonight.’ I said. ‘Can you help with Mom?’

‘Okay but it won’t be a welcome surprise to her.’ she said. ‘I just left there Mom’s out right now why don’t you give Dad the heads up.’

‘Okay,’ I said. I hung up. Caleb was sitting there listening to the conversation. It was making him nervous. ‘Erica’s okay with it baby.’ I said. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘I don’t want to come in between you and your family.’ Caleb said.

‘You’re part of my family now.’ I said. ‘If I have to choose between them and you I will choose you.’

Caleb gave me one of his smiles. I gave him a kiss then I called my parents house.

‘Hello.’ My father had answered the phone.

‘Dad,’ I said.

‘Hey Chris I heard you were in Boston.’ he said. ‘What on Earth are you doing there?’

‘Well I kind of got married.’ I said.

‘Okay who’s my new son-in-law?’ he asked.

‘Caleb.’ I said.

‘What?’ he sounded surprised. ‘Your sister’s ex-husband Caleb?’

‘Yeah.’ I said.

‘Your mother won’t be too happy with that.’ he said. ‘I’m okay with it. I always liked Caleb.’

‘Well I like him too.’ I said. ‘Hell I fell in love with him. I didn’t mean for it to happen but it just did.’

‘I know.’ he said. ‘No one means for those things to happen. Well you and Caleb are adults and you two are to make your own decisions. I am happy for you.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ I said, and hung up.

‘Dad’s okay with us.’ I said.

‘Yeah but he’s not your mother.’ Caleb said. ‘She scares me; I am so nervous.’

I went over and put an arm around my husband. ‘Don’t be nervous baby; I won’t let anything happen to you.’ I gave Caleb a deep long kiss.

We flew back home that afternoon. We got back to our apartment and unpacked. Caleb was moving the stuff out of the room he had been living in into what used to be my bedroom, it was our bedroom now. We spent and nice quiet afternoon together having a hot sex session in the midst of it. At a quarter till six we started towards my parents’ house. I had Caleb wait in the car while I told my mother, so that why she wouldn’t kill him on sight. I walked into the house. She was setting the table with Erica.

‘Your sister tells me you have something to tell me.’ she said. ‘Something I wouldn’t like.’

‘Mom I think you better sit down.’ I said. When she sat I said. ‘I got married this weekend.’

‘Is that it?’ She said. ‘Well where is h;e where is your new husband?’

‘Mom I got married to Caleb.’ I said.

‘WHAT!’ she yelled. ‘I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHEN HE CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE WOULD HAVE BEEN AFTER MY SON. HE’S GOING TO BREAK YOUR HEART JUST LIKE HE DID ERICA’S!’

‘Mom calm down.’ Erica said. ‘I’m okay with it. I never told you why Caleb left me, you always assumed that he was having an affair or something. I knew Caleb was gay when we were married. It wasn’t working out. He developed a crush on Chris, and wasn’t attracted to me. Meanwhile I was starting to like Bobby so we decided it was for the best that we end the marriage before we got into farther and ended up unhappy. That is why Caleb left and why we got divorced.’

My mother looked surprised at this. ‘I guess I was wrong about Caleb.’ she said. ‘Though I would feel better if you married someone else, but I guess I will just have to accept him as my son-in-law again. Do you love him?’

‘Yes.’ I said. ‘I love him very much.’

‘So he can join us for dinner?’ I asked.

‘Yes.’ she said.

I went out and got Caleb, and brought him in my mother looked at him. ‘I won’t pretend that I wish my son didn’t marry you, but he says he loves you so I will just have to accept it.’

‘Thank you.’ Caleb said.

Caleb and I went to the living room where my father and Bobby my sister’s fiancé where watching and baseball game. My father looked right at Caleb. ‘How are you doing Caleb?’

‘I’m fine.’ Caleb said.

‘Well…’ my father said. ‘Welcome back to the family. I have a good feeling about you and Chris. I didn’t have that feeling about you and Erica, but I have it for you and Chris as I do about Erica and Bobby.’

‘Thanks.’ Caleb said.

I put my arm around Caleb and he rested his head on my shoulder as we watched the game. I had a good feeling about Caleb and myself too. I gave Caleb and little kiss right before dinner was called. My mother was a little cool with Caleb during dinner, but she was a little nicer to him.

After dinner Caleb and I went back into the living room to finish watching the game. Caleb was sitting on my lap now. We would kiss every so often. My mother saw the way we looked at each other and before we left she said. ‘You two look like you’re in love.’ she said. ‘I’m sorry Caleb. I’m sorry for the way I treated you earlier tonight.’

‘It’s okay.’ Caleb said. ‘I am in love with your son. I want to be with him forever.’

‘I believe that.’ My mother said. ‘I think you two will be together forever. I will be nicer to you from now on.’

We went home and we to our bedroom and started making out. We stripped each other down and started to 69. I would go from sucking Caleb’s cock to licking his hot hole. I got up and Caleb was lying on his stomach I spread the cheeks to his bubble butt apart and pushed my cock down inside him. I fucked him as hard as I could explode inside his hot ass. I left my cock in his ass as we cuddled. I knew one thing was going to happen. I would have to meet Caleb’s family. I met them when he married Erica, but I didn’t know them well.

‘Caleb.’ I said. ‘Have you told your parents about us?’

‘Well, no.’ he said. ‘Everything happened so fast.’

‘Do they even know you’re gay?’ I asked him.

‘Yeah I told them.’ he said. ‘They weren’t surprised. They said they knew back when I was thirteen. Hell I didn’t even know then. They had a bet going on how long my marriage to Erica would last. My father lost. They told me they knew I was more interested in you.’

‘How did they know that?’ I asked.

‘They said it was because I wouldn’t stop talking about you’ he said. ‘They said they knew I was in love with you. They were right.’

‘I guess we will have to go see them.’ I said.

‘Yeah I guess so.’ he said.

‘Next weekend sound fine?’ I asked.

‘Yeah that sounds fine.’ Caleb said.

‘I love you Caleb.’ I said.

‘I love you too.’ he replied.

My cock got hard again inside Caleb’s ass so I started fucking him again. Before I knew it I was cumming in him again.

The next week went by pretty fast. Before I knew it Caleb and I were on a plan heading to Philadelphia and I was going to meet Caleb’s family.

To be continued…

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Rick Moss was feeling good night. He danced naked in front of the wall-to-wall mirror in his bathroom.  He ran his thick fingers over his beefy body, every now and then pulling playfully on his firm nipples. He ran his hand along the beard over his square jaw and round cheek, making sure they were well groomed. He flashed his toothy smile as he traced his short mustache with a fingertip. He clipped a few errant pieces of hair with a pair of small scissors. He winked at his reflection, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

He swung his hips as he danced. He loved the way his low-hanging testicles bounced against each other and against his thighs. He teased his cock, pulling the heavy layer of skin back with his fingers, exposing the tender pink head. He hefted it with one hand and tapped it against the palm of his other hand, enjoying the size and weight of it. He threw his arms up into air and shook his ass, dancing in circles, watching his reflection. He was well covered with fine, brown hair from head to toe. He ran a hand down along the curve of a buttock, his fingertips swimming in the soft fur. He spanked his ass playfully and laughed as it jiggled like jello.

‘We’re gonna have fun tonight,’ he sang as he danced to his bedroom. He hopped from foot to foot as he pulled out a white jockstrap from a dresser. The fabric of the pouch was worn, almost translucent. He bopped over to a tall mirror, shook his genitals, spun around, and bent over. He spread his thick legs apart so he could see himself in the mirror. He spread his cheeks apart to expose his rosebud, still slightly puckered from the anal stretching with a plug last night. Rick pulled the jockstrap on and stood up, appreciating how it accentuated his curvature, both front and back.

He snapped on a leather armband over each bicep. He smiled, noticing that the armbands fit a little tighter than when he bought them a month ago. All those arm curls were paying off. He put on a pair of faded blue jeans. It was tight across his ass and thighs but fit well otherwise. He turned sideways to the mirror, nodding at the prominent bulge. He buckled on a black leather belt on which he clipped on a leather pouch with a snap-on lid. He stashed some condoms, a blindfold, and a small bottle of lube into the pouch. He debated on what to wear for a top. It was going to be a cool night; he’ll need something warm when not indoors. He decided on a sweatshirt which could be easily put on and taken off.

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Rick walked up to the counter, paid for the entrance, and received a laminated wrist strap. He handed his sweatshirt to the clerk at the coat check. Walking past the young, muscular bouncer, Rick winked and got a firm slap on his rump in return. The dance club was filling up fast that night. Men of all ages, shapes, and race danced in various degrees of dress or undress. Already there was some action going on. He waded through the mass of undulating male bodies to the back, where a smaller dance floor was separated from the main by a half-wall. Here was where the serious action took place. Rick took up his position in the corner of the dance floor, blindfolded himself, and let his body be taken captive by the pulsing beat.

The exhilaration was immediate. He felt absolutely free, without inhibitions. Within minutes, he felt pudgy fingers feel up his pecs, pinching his nipples. He continued dancing, arms raised high, hips grinding. The fingers moved to his back, tickling his armpits on the way. Hairy arms embraced him. Thick, moist lips kissed his neck, coarse hair scratching his exposed skin. Rick continued dancing, not bothering to embrace the man back. He felt the sweaty folds of the man’s breasts and belly. The man groped Rick’s ass and pressed his bulge against Rick’s. ‘I wanna fuck you. Let’s go to the johns,’ the man rasped in Rick’s ear. Rick continued dancing, spinning within the man’s embrace till his back was to the man. Humping Rick’s ass, the man said, ‘Com’ on! Let’s go!’

Wordlessly, Rick undid his jeans and peeled them down to expose his buttocks. His thick thighs prevented the jeans from slipping down. He reached behind and unzipped the man’s fly. He pulled out the man’s penis. Rick could grip the whole thing in his palm. He picked out a condom from his pouch, deftly ripped the packaging and sheathed the man’s less than thralling penis. He didn’t bother with lube. The man was in a frenzy by then. He poked Rick’s anus a few times and grunted. Rick barely felt anything. The man stumbled away and Rick continued dancing, his jiggling, furry ass an open invitation.

The invitation was accepted by another man. This time Rick felt a long, hot shaft slap against his haunches. It bounced against his ass as he gyrated his hips. It wasn’t a thick shaft, but long enough to penetrate deep. The man did not press his body against Rick’s, communicating that his only interest was in Rick’s ass. Rick easily rolled a condom on to the man’s penis. He dabbed a bit of lube on the almost blunt head of the penis. Rick planted his feet wide and pushed out his ass, holding still just long enough for the man to push his pole in. Once in, Rick bumped his ass in time with the beat of the music. The man stood still, allowing Rick’s dancing to do all the work.

It wasn’t long before Rick felt the presence of another man in front of him. He felt strong fingers dig into his thighs and then a hot breath on his crotch. Lips massaged his cock through the jockstrap, coercing it to grow. Rick’s dancing pelvis rode the cock of the man behind him and humped the mouth of the man between his legs. The fingers grabbed hold of the front waistband and yanked it down below Rick’s balls, pushing them up against his cock, which bounced and hardened. The man gobbled up Rick’s meaty cock, gagging on it repeatedly. Rick could feel warm saliva on his genitals as the man drooled around his cock.

Rick was enjoying the attention from this tag team, moaning softly as he danced, when he felt boots against his. Two large hands took his face gently between them, palms caressing his round cheeks, thick fingertips stroking his beard. The thumbs teased his lips, from the corners to the center and back again. Rick parted his lips and the thumbs entered. He rolled his tongue around and between the thumbs. The thumbs pulled out and were immediately replaced by a massive tongue and luscious lips. The man’s tongue dove into his mouth, dominating his own tongue. Those wide, luscious lips covered his own lips. The man’s tongue and lips danced about confidently, subduing Rick, who could only moan as he felt his every breath sucked out of him. Rick breathed in the man’s exhalations, heady with alcohol. The man’s mustache and beard mingled with his, tickling him.

Rick was feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed. The man kissed him incessantly. The long, thin prick fucking his ass and the wet mouth sucking his cock became insubstantial. Only the hands on his cheeks, the lips brushing his lips, and the tongue fucking his mouth were real. They aroused him like nothing had ever done before. Rick teetered on his tiptoes, feeling as though he would swoon. He gripped the man’s forearms desperately, seeking support. Rick could feel the firm bands of muscle beneath the hair and skin. Rick moaned as he struggled to breathe. He felt his legs tremble and buckle. The man swooped his arms down and bear hugged him, keeping him upright. The man’s burly chest and brawny arms crushed him, though not painfully. A mat of hair, curly and slightly coarse, penetrated through Rick’s breastplate of fine fur. The additional tactile stimulation was too much for Rick. He threw his arms around the man’s neck, and, moaning breathlessly into the man’s devouring maw, bucked his hips madly as his cock hosed the man kneeling between his legs with a flood of vibrant semen. The kneeling man, overcome by the deluge, backed away and accepted the load on his face. The prick in Rick’s anus throbbed briefly and then withdrew.

Rick’s legs were useless, as though they were made of only flesh and tendons, the bones missing. The hands roamed down his back and cradled his buttocks, pulling him in until his wet cock pressed into the man’s leather bulge. Rick could feel leather chaps against his bare hips. The man toned down his kisses, his lips soft and yielding, his tongue a gentle masseur to Rick’s battered tongue. Able to breathe now, Rick returned the man’s kisses eagerly. Rick explored the man’s face with his fingers. It was remarkably like his own, square jawed, round cheeks, a strong chin, hair thick and a bit coarser. The skin was more weathered, more wrinkled. He was an older man, Rick reasoned. He ran his fingers through the man’s crown and encountered a forest of soft hair. He dropped his hands to the shoulders and felt a firm mass of flesh. The man moved his crotch against Rick’s exposed loins. The man’s crotch felt dense, barely contained.

For several minutes they swayed together like this. No one tried to intrude. Still kissing, the man took a short step back and guided Rick’s hands to his bulge. The man returned to caressing Rick’s face. Rick fondled the man’s crotch, a mound of flesh trapped in a leather pouch. He could feel the man’s naked inner thighs. He brushed his hands along the leather chaps around to the ass. He had expected to feel leather covering the man’s ass but was pleasantly surprised to discover naked, hairy ass cheeks. Even here the man was similar to Rick. The buttocks were firm and round and covered with hair. Rick rubbed his hands up and down those cheeks, marveling at the hot flesh. He moved his hands toward the crevice and found a leather strap. He traced the strap from the waist and down the crevice to the perineum. Rick grew excited as he envisioned this hairy bear wearing a leather thong and chaps.

Like a child with a wrapped present, Rick yearned to discover the contents of the leather pouch. He stuck his thumbs around the waist strap and was about to push it down when the man gripped his hands. The man moved his hands to the front where Rick felt three metal studs which attached the pouch to the waist strap. Rick forcefully unsnapped each stud, letting the pouch fall. He clasped a hand around the base of the cock, free now to stand fully erect. The thick shaft curved upwards, the ridge on the underside prominent. Rick could just barely get his middle finger and thumb to meet around the shaft. He added his other hand around the shaft to measure it. It was long. The ring of index finger and thumb brushed against the wide corona of the glans. Fuck, he exclaimed to himself. With one hand he jerked the shaft and with the other he massaged the large bulb, which was unusually large compared to the shaft’s girth. This wasn’t a cock or penis. It was a phallus, the phallus of a god.

Rick fell to his knees and lavished kisses on the phallus. He fondled the balls with both hands. The scrotum was covered with wiry hair. The balls hung low and heavy like wrecking balls. These too belonged to a god. His lips and tongue worshiped his god’s loins, slathering his desperate drool. His mounting desperation drove him to transfix himself on the phallus, forcing himself to yield his throat to the prodigious mushroom head. He didn’t care that he gagged, that his face was flushed, or even that saliva and mucus spurted from his overstretched lips. Such loins were not a regular occurrence. He was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

The man reached down and pulled Rick to his feet. It seemed to him that only seconds had passed instead of the actual minutes. He wanted to keep on sucking, but he yielded to the god. The man turned Rick around and shoved him against the wall. Rick crashed into the wall with his palms first and then with his chest and face. He whimpered as the man pressed himself into Rick’s backside, the underside of the shaft wedging into his crack. The man slid his cock up and down Rick’s ass, letting him feel the full size of it. Rick moaned and jiggled his ass, pleading without words to be fucked.

The man licked Rick’s ear and blew his hot breath on it. ‘I’m gonna fuck you, cub. No condom. I want you to feel my dick. I want you to feel the fat head scraping the lining of your ass. I want you to feel the bulging veins. And then I want you to feel it throb and feel my cum fill you. I’m gonna breed you, cub, and turn you into a real man, a real bear.’ Rick could only moan louder and jiggle his ass harder. He had no concern for safety. There was only the need.

The man kissed Rick’s ear and neck and caressed his ass tenderly. Rick’s desperation knew no bounds. He wanted the phallus in him, but it was at the wrong angle. All he could do was moan louder and grind his anus against the hard ridge of the urethra. The man took pity on him and held the head of his cock against Rick’s rosebud. Rick thrust his ass back and skewered himself. He screamed as the wide head rammed through his sphincter and rectum. His anal lining felt like a balloon filled almost to bursting. The man exclaimed, ‘God damn!’

Rick didn’t allow himself time to adjust to the cock inside him. He fucked himself with the man’s cock as he had done many times with a dildo. But the man wasn’t content to be ridden. He engulfed Rick in his arms and battered Rick with his cock, thrusting hard enough to smack his hips against Rick’s ass and his balls against Rick’s. Again, Rick felt overwhelmed. It was too much. His breathing became ragged through a mouth agape in a perpetual, silent scream. The man’s forward thrusts would lift Rick off his feet and shove his face into the wall. At one point, the man literally impaled Rick. He had thrust his cock deep into Rick and straightened his legs, holding Rick aloft with his cock, hips, and arms. Rick supported his upper body against the wall, palms and face pressed hard against the surface, drool streaming down from his open mouth. His outstretched toes dangled an inch off the floor. The man withdrew his arms. Without the extra support, Rick’s body slid down, the phallus penetrating deeper. Rick could feel the floor now with the tips of his big toes. Just when Rick felt he would pass out, the man eased him down, pulling back his cock till only the head remained embedded.

The man allowed Rick to catch his breath. He massaged Rick’s shoulders and sides and then embraced him. He kissed and licked Rick’s cheek, luring him to turn his face. They kissed gently at first and then more passionately. The man fucked Rick’s mouth with his tongue at the same time he resumed thrusting his cock. Rick moaned vehemently, arms waiving about in front of him. His hips humped involuntarily, his cock swinging in a vertical arc. His balls tightened up. He panted uncontrollably into the man’s mouth. The man quickly rolled a condom over Rick’s bulb, holding it in place with his fingers. The slit opened wide and white cream shot into the condom, shaking it about. Rick’s spasms titillated the man’s phallus. The man rammed his cock like a jackhammer as he erupted inside Rick. Their bodies convulsed in unison. The man moaned loudly in Rick’s ear. Rick felt as though he was shooting marbles, a never-ending supply of marbles. He could feel the man’s phallus throbbing like a heart in his anus, hot semen filling his canal.

Rick would have collapsed to the floor if he had not been supported by the man’s strong arms. Together, they leaned against the wall, waiting out the spasms. The man pulled free the condom and held it aloft. The condom was filled with an off-white cream. He tapped it against Rick’s cheek. He laid it against Rick’s lips. Rick took the laden condom into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. ‘Open your mouth, cub,’ the man instructed. Rick spread his lips apart. The man turned the condom upside down, pouring the contents into Rick’s mouth. Rick imbibed the semen and then sucked on the condom to squeeze out what had remained. This wasn’t the treasure he craved, but he would settle for it. The real treasure was the pool of godly semen dammed within his anus by the overgrown glans of the man’s phallus. The semen was hot and teeming with vitality, Rick imagined. He wanted it desperately but couldn’t conceive a means of accessing it without getting it dirty, without desecrating it. He had cleansed his rectum thoroughly that day so that was not a concern.

Regardless, it was all up to the man, to the god who embraced him. Rick relaxed within that embrace, yielding himself to the man’s whim. For a long while, the man simple held him tenderly, laying soft kisses on his neck. Then he slowly pulled his cock out, hushing Rick’s whine. The wide corona of the glans made an audible pop as it broke free. Rick felt empty after being so full for so long. He clenched his anus, determined to hold on to the man’s seed if not his penis. The man pulled up the pouch of Rick’s jockstrap and zipped up his jeans, leaving the waist unfastened.

‘Clean my dick, cub,’ the man ordered.

Rick spun 180 degrees and dropped to his knees. He worshiped the man’s phallus, relishing the taste of semen on the head. Try as he might, he couldn’t call it a dick, cock, or penis. These words were too ordinary, too small. It was a behemoth. It took two hands and a jaw wrenched wide open to consume the entire length and girth. Again, his worship was cut short. The man yanked Rick to his feet, but Rick refused to release his grip.

‘Be a good cub and let go,’ the man whispered into Rick’s ear. Rick whined. ‘Be a good cub and I’ll take you home with me.’ Rick snapped his fingers apart but kept his hands hovering around the phallus as though warming them by a campfire. The man stepped back and reattached his leather pouch.

The man came up beside Rick and laid a big hand on his ass. Rick wished that he had handed over his jeans to the clerk along with his sweatshirt. Fuck the jeans, Rick swore to himself. He wanted to feel the man’s flesh against his. He grabbed the front of his jeans, intending to just rip them in half, but the man stopped him. ‘Keep your jeans on, cub. It looks good on you.’ Frustrated and needing to do something with his hands, Rick groped the man’s pouch with one hand. The leather was too tough for him to distinguish individual shapes, but the volume and density were suggestive enough. With the other hand, he groped his own bulge.

Rick did not feel inadequate compared to the man. After all the man was a god, a real man. I’m just a cub, Rick thought. I’m his boy. It was only proper that Rick should be less endowed. But he knew that in comparison to other mortal men, his loins were far larger than average. The man took a step forward, pushing Rick along. The man guided Rick to the front desk, shoving men aside, nodding at those who cheered him and glaring at those who tried to cop a feel. The man threw on his sweatshirt and sweatpants, looking even more massive. He helped Rick put on his sweatshirt as well.

Together they walked the few blocks to the subway station, Rick still groping needfully, the man guiding him with a hand on his ass. It did not occur to Rick to remove his blindfold nor to ask where he was being taken. Lust consumed him. Rick could not keep his sphincter clenched any longer. He felt the warm liquid drip from his hole and stain his jeans. Rick whimpered as he struggled to hold the dam. Keeping his pace, the man slid his hand underneath Rick’s jeans, forcing the zippers apart. He spread his fingers wide to grope both buns, plugging the hole with his middle finger. Rick sighed contentedly.

The station was mostly empty this late in the night. The man helped Rick ride the escalator down to the vacant platform. A couple of minutes later the train pulled up and they entered the last car. A chubby man in a business suit sat alone in the middle of the car, legs stretched out. His eyes popped out round when he saw Rick and the man enter. The business man’s round face had a smooth complexion with no signs of a five o’clock shadow. He looked young but his gray hair and receding hairline hinted at more years.

The man guided Rick to a seat across from the business man. Together they sat down. Rick moaned as the man’s finger dug into his anus. Rick turned his hips slightly, leaning into the man’s side. He kissed the man’s hairy cheek, working his way to the lips. The man turned his head and opened his mouth to Rick. They kissed with abandon. Rick continued manhandling their loins, unaware that they were being watched. The man, however, kept his eyes locked on the business man.

The business man shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to look away. He had never seen anything like this before. He dabbed sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, gulped a few times, and rubbed his thighs nervously. He stole a quick glance when the train pulled up at the next platform. It was empty. He was sweating profusely now. He removed his jacket and loosened his tie, unconsciously spreading his legs apart. A round bulge formed in his pants. It rose like the center pole of a tent. He didn’t want to be aroused. He had always thought homosexuality was sick. But he couldn’t help himself. His body had a mind of its own. He groped himself, following the rhythm of Rick’s hands. Then he undid his fly and a nice cock rose up from the depths. It was smooth skinned like the man’s face. The round head a shiny pink. He stroked his cock hesitantly. It was a sin, he had always been told. He hadn’t masturbated since his teens. He noticed then that he was stroking himself with his left hand. He gasped and threw his hands to his sides. He had felt his wedding ring against his penis.

He struggled to regain control, to look away. The men’s lips and tongues, the groping, the exposed white jockstrap, and the hand in the jeans were captivating. The mutual moans invited him to join the fun. Before he knew it, his left hand was pumping his cock again. He felt the ring dig into his shaft. It felt good. The whole thing felt good. I must stop, he thought to himself, but his heart wasn’t in it. He wanted to feel good. He hadn’t felt good in such a long time he had forgotten what it was like. He dug his other hand into his open fly and pulled out his balls. He caressed the smooth scrotum and squeezed the round testes. ‘Oh, that feels good,’ he moaned, staring at the big man who was staring at him.

The train stopped at a couple of more stations. Very few people took the outbound trains this late in the night. The business man would hastily stow his loins away at each stop, pulling them back out once the platform vanished from sight. The big man in sweats gestured for him to come closer. He shook his head to which the big man jabbed his index finger down to the very spot he wanted the man to stand. He yielded and stood up. He was of average height. He was chubby but didn’t’ appear flabby. He stood in front of the big man, his cock and balls exposed. The big man took his genitals in one big hand and fondled them. The business man moaned and leaned against a vertical support rail.

The big man broke away from Rick’s lips and tongue, but Rick stalked him, panting desperately, tongue seeking his. The big man grabbed Rick’s jaw and guided it to the chubby man’s cock. Rick pigged out on the man’s cock, devouring it. ‘Oh, God have mercy!’ the chubby man exclaimed. ‘He’s sucking my dick. Oh, my God!’ Oral sex was also a sin he had avoided religiously. He had been tempted a few times with his wife, but he had always fought the temptation. The sensations were incredible. He realized he had had no clue what feeling good really meant. And then the big man pinched his nipple and took him to a new level of pleasure. He cried out, ‘God!’ and spewed his seed into Rick’s mouth. It was a cathartic explosion, emptying himself. His semen flowed freely like a river breaking through a dam. He gasped as Rick gobbled his now sensitive cock. He stumbled away back to his seat.

He sat bewildered for a while, watching as the two hairy men resumed kissing. He had committed a grave sin. He had to repent, confess his sin. And yet, he could not forgot the ecstasy. For the first time in many decades, he had felt wonderfully alive. How could he go back to the doldrums? His thoughts were halted when the train slowed as it approached his stop. Quickly, he zipped himself up and grabbed his briefcase. He stood by the door, his back turned to the two men. Just walk away, he told himself. Don’t look back! But as the platform came into view, he whipped out his wallet and pulled out a business card. He walked up to the big man, who was still staring at him. He leaned down and laid his card on the adjacent seat. When the doors slid open, he bolted.

The big man picked up the business card and read it: Daniel C. Smith, CPA. It was early April.

The train ran on for a few more minutes and stopped at a station. The man guided Rick off the train, through the station past a few gawkers, and into a car. The ride was unbearable for Rick, forbidden to touch his god. He whined quietly to himself, semen soaking into his jeans. Finally the car stopped and the engines turned off. Rick heard the rattling of a garage door. The man pulled Rick out and helped him up the stairs. He threw his ass on to the couch and pulled Rick down on top of him. The man held Rick firmly in his arms and kissed him.

‘Well, cub, welcome to your new home.’

Rick nuzzled his nose into the man’s hairy cheek. He nibbled on the man’s thick lips. After twelve years of sex with men, he finally found one who satisfied his needs. He’s had plenty of good sex, even great sex. But he had always felt disappointed afterward. Somehow, the intensity was lacking. He had resorted to anonymous sex while blindfolded to amp up the intensity. It was hit or miss, though. Most men simply were not capable of satisfying him. This god was an exception.

‘I think it’s time to remove your blindfold. Keep your eyes closed till you adjust to the light and then open them slowly.’ The man untied his blindfold. Light poured through Rick’s translucent lids. He turned his head down and away from the lamp. Slowly he opened his eyes. A dark, blurry form gradually became more defined. He saw a broad chest with two round hills covered in a forest of brown, curly stalks. On the peaks of the hills rose short, rounded towers of dark flesh. A tanned hand, massive enough to crush his head, lifted his face till he looked upon the visage of his god.

‘Mr. Gallagher!’ Rick exclaimed. His blue eyes, round with shock, met the man’s hazel eyes.

‘Hello, Rick.’

‘I can’t believe this. How, I mean, when did you, I can’t fucking believe this!’ Rick stared at his physical ed teacher from high school, not sure if he was trapped in one of his many fantasies centered around this very same man. ‘I thought you were straight, Mr. Gallagher.’

‘Call me Mike,’ the man said stroking the fine hair on Rick’s cheek. ‘I thought I was straight until you woke the gay man inside. I noticed all those times you would stare at me, how you would run to sit right in front of me when I’d call roll. I could almost feel your eyes stripping me naked. To my surprise, I was flattered. That was all I felt at the time though. You were only a kid, after all. But then your body filled out and grew hair. You were becoming a man. And I, well, I started checking you out. My feelings toward you were inchoate and then you left for college.’ Mike shrugged. ‘I found myself looking at other men. Then I started visiting gay porn sites on the Internet. After a couple of years, I mustered up the courage to meet up with another married man who was going through the same thing I was.’

Mike continued caressing Rick’s cheek. Rick nuzzled Mike’s hand and listened quietly.

‘He and I did many things together. We started meeting up sporadically and then regularly, about two sometimes three times a week. We were more into each other than our wives. After a year, we divorced our wives and moved in together. We weren’t a couple exactly. We had sex with each other and with other men. I quit my job and we opened a car dealership together. A couple of years ago, I decided to get my own place. He was getting tired of just having sex. He wanted a relationship, a quiet relationship. That wasn’t what I wanted. I was still exploring all the wonders of gay sex. I didn’t want to settle down.

Well, about five months ago, I started going to the dance club. It was wild and the sex was great. I went every week. I was fucking a twink when I saw you dancing with a blindfold. Men came up to you and did all sorts of things to you. I got excited and tossed the twink aside. I came up to you and shoved a few guys away. And I recognized you. Suddenly, I felt like a teenager, all nervous. I don’t know why, but I was so nervous I couldn’t touch you. I went home that night miserable. I jerked off four times thinking of you.’

Rick leaned in to kiss Mike and then cuddled up to him. Mike held him tenderly, one hand rubbing Rick’s ass in wide circles. ‘Anyway, I kept going back to the club hoping to see you again, but you weren’t there. I thought I had lost my chance.’

Rick kissed Mike’s neck and said, ‘I was traveling on business. And when I was in town, I was so busy with work I couldn’t go to the club. Work finally died down this week.’

‘I was so relieved to you see tonight. I had to fuck you, no matter what. I was nervous as hell but even hornier. You’ve turned into quite a bear of a man. Sexy.’

Rick smiled at Mike. ‘Enough talk!’ He stood up on his feet and pulled off his sweatshirt. He tried to peel of his tight jeans but it was too much trouble. With a roar, he ripped the jeans in half and tore off the pouch of the jockstrap. He grabbed hold of Mike’s sweatpants and yanked them off, pulling Mike’s ass to the edge of the couch. He snapped off Mike’s leather bikini pouch with one swift pull as Mike removed his sweatshirt.

Rick turned his back to Mike and sat down, driving the meaty phallus into his moist cavity. Rick rode Mike for a minute and swiftly replaced his anus with his mouth. There was cum on the phallus. He hadn’t lost all of the man’s seed. Rick alternated between riding Mike and sucking him. He was driving Mike crazy and he loved it. Mike grabbed a pillow and bit into it, moaning almost painfully. His cock was so sensitive by now. He watched helplessly as his cock vanished into Rick’s ass one minute and then the next minute vanish into Rick’s mouth. Rick showed no signs of tiring.

Mike glanced at the timer on the TV. Over thirty minutes had passed. He moaned into the pillow, face red. Why aren’t I cumming? he wondered desperately. His teeth tore into the fabric, tossing his head savagely. I can’t take more of this, he admitted to himself. ‘Rick, please, I, oh god, please, ahhh…’

Smiling to himself, Rick straddled Mike, facing him this time. He guided Mike’s blood red phallus into his sore ass and rode him steadily. He ripped out the pillow from Mike’s hands and teeth and French kissed him. This time Rick’s tongue dominated. Mike was too busy moaning and gasping. Rick pinched Mike’s nipple with one hand and with the other reached behind his ass to squeeze Mike’s balls. Mike’s scream was muzzled by Rick’s mouth. Mike’s body straightened out and went rigid, vibrating like a plucked string. Rick felt Mike’s phallus heaving inside him, the head pulsing as it spouted a fountain of cum.

‘This time I’ll have my dessert too,’ Rick bellowed. He drained Mike, flexing his anal muscles to coax every drop out. Only when the heaving ceased did Rick release the phallus and slide up to disgorge the semen all over Mike’s belly. The cum landed in thick, stringy clumps. Rick lapped up the cum, his tongue tickling Mike, who giggled uncontrollably. Finished with his dessert, Rick gave Mike a wet kiss and eased himself into Mike’s embrace.

‘God, Rick. You are a sex demon!’ Rick only smiled and then suckled on Mike’s tit.

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Chapter I

In September of 1980, I was a freshman at East Side Prep, an upscale high school for boys on the corner of 86th Street and Madison Avenue in Manhattan. It had been a hard week. The first week of school is slightly traumatic for an incoming freshman in any high school, but at East Side, the seniors made sure it was pure hell.

In an effort toward freshman orientation, the school administration assigned every senior a ‘freshman buddy’ whom he was supposed to befriend and show the ropes of the school. In practice, the seniors made their freshman buddies wait on them in the cafeteria, carry their books for them, and address them Mr. or Sir for the first week of school, which they called ‘Freshmen Initiation Week.’ In short, they abused us in any way they could think of.

I was lucky enough to get David Donovan as my senior buddy-abuser. He was the most popular guy in school. Aside from being incredibly handsome, he was the captain of the basketball team as well as the student body president. Although every time he passed me in the hallway he gave me a wedgie, and every time he saw me in the cafeteria, he made me wait on him and give him a shoulder massage while he ate, he was still kinder than many of the other seniors were. At least he never hit me or reduced me to tears in front of everyone like some of the others did to their ‘buddies.’ There was another advantage to having him as my buddy. The first time that I met him, he shook my hand, looked into my eyes, and I got a hard on. No guy had ever had this effect on me before. After that, I noticed that I got a hard on any time he looked at me! I found it difficult to keep my eyes off of him, and stared at his body whenever he wasn’t looking. Every day after school, I went home and jerked off imagining what he looked like naked.

Somehow, I made it through the first week of school. My last period on Friday afternoon was Phys Ed. The idea of getting naked in the showers with the other guys in my class made me nervous, so I took my time getting there, hoping that everyone else would be finished by the time that I did, and I could have some privacy. It worked.

I looked in the mirror with some pride before I stepped into the shower. I was tall for my age, about six feet, with blond hair and blue eyes. If someone didn’t know me, he would take me for at least a sophomore, I thought.

I was alone in the locker room toweling off, when David Donovan and some of his friends came in to change before they went to work out in the weight room. By the time I got my shorts on, the seniors began to undress. I had never seen an older guy naked before, and I couldn’t believe how big their cocks were and how low their balls hung. I couldn’t take my eyes off of David’s beautiful body in particular. He was about six feet two inches tall, with short brown hair parted on the side, brown eyes, and smooth skin with a little fine hair on his arms and chest, and a perfect suntan line. He was well muscled, and had the biggest cock of any of the guys. He reminded me of the Greek and Roman statues I had seen at the Metropolitan Museum. He looked even better than he had in my imagination. All of a sudden, I wasn’t so happy with my own physique anymore. Without realizing it, I started to stare at him.

I was shaken out of my trance when one of David’s friends, said, ‘Hey, Dave this frosh is staring at your cock!’

I froze with fear. I just knew that they were going to kill me. David yelled, ‘Get your ass over here, Sheridan!’ Knowing that his friends were between the door and me, I went to him. He looked deeply into my eyes, angrily at first, and then his gaze softened and he smiled. He said to his friends, ‘Get the fuck out of here, guys! I’ll take care of this by myself.’

After his friends left, he said, ‘You know, Sheridan, I should kick your ass and report you to the headmaster for what you did.’

I broke into a cold sweat. If David told the headmaster, he would notify my parents and expel me. Even if I denied it, there was no way that the headmaster would take my word over the word of a senior and the Student Body President, no less. My life would be over!

He continued, ‘But I have a better idea. I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse. You’re going to be my personal slave for the rest of the year. Since you like my dick so much, you’ll get to see a lot of it from now on! Any time I get horny, I’m going to take you in here, or the boy’s bathroom, or an empty classroom, and make you suck me off. You’ll sleep over my house any weekend I want, and I’ll fuck you in my bed. Today, I’ll teach you how to suck my cock. Eventually, you’ll learn to take my cock up your ass. In return, I’ll keep quiet about what happened and tell my friends to shut up too. Is it a deal?’

I looked at him in shock. Although I had been curious about what an older guy’s body looked like, I had never even thought about doing any of the things he had mentioned.

‘L-Let me think about it.’ I said.

‘There’s nothing to think about. Either be my slave, or get expelled for being a faggot,’ he said. I stared at him like a deer caught in a headlight.

‘If… If I do what you want, n-nobody will ever find out?’ I almost begged.

His face lit up in an evil, sexy grin. He knew he had me.

‘The only people I’ll tell will be into this sort of thing too. You’ll be my property. If I decide to loan you to one of my buddies, that’s my business. I promise that the school and your parents will never know.’

After a long pause, I said, ‘Ok… I guess I don’t have a choice.’

‘Ok, what? I want to hear the words,’ he said.

‘Ok, I’ll be your slave.’

‘Take off your shorts and let me see my property, Sheridan!’ he said.

Nervously, I dropped my underpants.

‘Not bad!’ he said. He started to touch my chest. ‘Nice tits. Almost as good as a girl!’ he said, laughing. He slowly moved his hands down toward my waist, and started to feel my ball sack and dick. He measured my soft dick against his hardening cock.

‘Cute little wee-wee, not bad for a freshman. Don’t worry; you’ll be too busy making my cock feel good to pay much attention to your own little nub. Now, turn around and let me see your ass.’

I did what he said, and soon felt his hands caressing my cheeks.

‘What an ass you have, Mike! I’ll bet you have a nice virgin hole, too. Let’s see. Spread your legs!’

I started to beg, ‘Please sir, please don’t do this to me…’

‘Spread your fucking legs, Sheridan, or I’m getting dressed and going to see the headmaster!’

With tears streaming down my face, I did what he told me to do. He reached over to his locker and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. He coated his finger and started to penetrate my asshole with it. I moaned in pain and humiliation.

‘Yep, you’re a virgin, all right. I’m going to enjoy popping your cherry!’ I froze in terror.

He laughed, and ran his hand over my back soothingly.

‘Don’t worry, I told you I’m not going to fuck you right now; soon, but not yet. I have other plans for you first, and you can drop the ‘sir’. You have my permission to call me Dave like my friends do, since I’m going to be the most intimate friend you ever had in a few minutes.’

I breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled his finger out of my asshole.

‘Turn around and face me!’ he ordered. As I did, he pulled my body to his. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my smaller one. He pushed his mouth to mine and started kissing me. His breath was hot, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. At first, I was tense and nervous, but soon started to relax. His embrace was warm and strong, and his body smelled of good cologne. I had never experienced a sensation like it before. Before I realized it, I was kissing him back, and my tongue was in his mouth. I was actually enjoying his kisses!

As we were kissing, he took my hands and started to move them around on his body.

‘Feel me, Sheridan. Feel my body! I know that you’ve wanted to all week.’

I ran my hands over his smooth suntanned skin. I could feel the hard muscles in his arms and chest. I worked my way around and down to his ass. It felt smooth and tight, and the feel of his cheeks in my hands started to make my dick hard.

‘You don’t seem to mind this all that much, you little faggot! You’re as hard as a rock now!’ he said between kisses.

I looked down in horror and realized that he was right. My dick was now at its full length of about six inches.

‘On your knees, Sheridan!’

I braced myself for what I thought was coming next. I knelt down in front of him and found my face just inches from his huge cock and balls. Their musky aroma filled my senses. Just then, he turned around.

‘You seem to enjoy feeling my ass, so I think I’ll give you a treat. Kiss it!’

I hesitated. Kissing a guy and enjoying it was bad enough, but kissing ass? To my mind, that was the ultimate humiliation.

‘Kiss it or I’m going to see the headmaster.’

With tears welling up in my eyes, I started kissing his cheeks. In spite of my self, my dick had never been harder.

After a few minutes of this, he said, ‘Now, spread my cheeks and French kiss my asshole, faggot! It’s nice and sweaty, so you should really enjoy it,’ he laughed.

‘Dave, no… Please…’

Before I could finish the sentence, he spread his legs and bent over, shoving the open crack of his ass in my face. Knowing I had no choice, I buried my face in his crack and my lips found his asshole. I started kissing it the way I had kissed his lips a few minutes before. I stuck my tongue in his hole and started licking it.

I thought that the smell and taste of his ass would be revolting, but they weren’t. He was very clean, just a little sweaty. His ass had an almost pleasant manly smell, and it just tasted a little salty. My dick had never been so hard. ‘Oh yeah Sheridan, that’s right! Give me some more tongue!’ He moaned. I shoved my tongue in as far as I could. I was actually starting to like the taste of his ass, and the smell was making me horny beyond belief! I couldn’t believe it; this guy was turning me into a faggot, and there was no way to stop him. Even if I could, I wasn’t sure that I would want to. I wondered what he had in store for me next.

Suddenly, he pulled his ass away from me; so suddenly, that I was stunned and disappointed. He turned around and looked at my hard on, and said, ‘You know Mike, if you want some more of my ass, all you have to do is ask me nicely.’

I knew what he was after. He wanted me to give up my last shred of pride by begging him to let me eat his ass. I didn’t have the strength to fight him any longer. I didn’t know if I wanted to. I seemed to enjoy letting him take control of me. I was confused. I looked back into his eyes.

‘Please Dave, can I eat your ass some more?’

His face lit up in a big smile.

‘So, you like eating my ass?’

‘I-I don’t know. I think I do,’ I answered with surprise in my voice. He knew he had broken me.

‘Tell me the truth; did you enjoy kissing me?’

‘Yes, I did.’ I said, as I blushed with shame.

‘I’ll let you munch for a few more minutes and then we’ll move on.’ He turned around, spread his legs, and gave me a few more minutes of paradise.

About five minutes later, David pulled his ass away from me again.

‘Ok Sheridan, now you’re going to suck my cock.’

He turned around and showed me his eight-inch hard on. He grabbed my hard, but two-inch smaller dick and measured it against his monster.

‘This is what a man’s cock looks like, faggot!’

As he let go of my dick, I knelt down and opened my mouth, moving my face toward his mushroom-shaped head. As I did, he pulled his cock away and slapped me across the face with it.

‘Not so fast, you little faggot! You have to work for it. Start by kissing my balls.’

I started planting hot, wet kisses all over his scrotum.

‘Yeah, that’s it! Lick my balls, Mike! Give them the best tongue bath that they’ve ever had!’

I started licking his huge balls. The smell and taste of his crotch was intoxicating! I started working my way up toward the base of his shaft.

‘Oh Mike!’ he moaned, ‘That’s it! Work your way up to my head and swallow my dick!’

Within a few minutes, I had worked my way up to the head of his cock. There was a wad of pre-cum oozing from his slit. Before I could lick it off, he wet his finger with it and smeared it over my lips. I licked it off.

‘You like the way that tastes, Sheridan? There’s a lot more where that came from! Suck my dick!’

Before the words were out of his mouth, he shoved my head down on his huge, oozing dick. He gave me a minute to get used to it. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. His cum tasted kind of sweet and salty at the same time, it reminded me of the sea. Although his cock was rock hard, its skin was silky soft. I realized to my horror that I liked sucking cock! I liked everything about David’s body, and I was starting to like the idea of being his slave.

I started to lick and suck his dick. I could tell by the way that his dick twitched in my mouth that he was enjoying it, and this knowledge made my dick even harder.

‘Oh yeah, deep throat it!’ he said as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat.

My lips and nose were in his dark, soft bush of pubic hair, and I started to gag. He pulled me up just long enough for me to catch my breath and then shoved me down again. He repeated this a few times until I began to get the hang of it. Soon, I started going up and down on his cock by myself. I was enjoying the challenge of seeing how much of him I could swallow.

‘Yeah, that’s it!’ he moaned. ‘You’re a natural cock sucker, Mike! Lick my head and play with my balls.’

I did what he told me and after a few minutes had passed, he pulled his dick away from me. I tried to put it back in my mouth, but he pushed me away.

‘Mike, I’m going to give you a choice. If you want, you can finish sucking my cock and become my slave. If not, I’ll let you off the hook. I’ll forget that any of this ever happened, and I promise that nobody will ever know. I’ll give you exactly two minutes to think it over.’

I didn’t need two minutes to think; I knew what my answer was. David had awakened feelings in me that I had never known I had. I had known that I liked to check out other guys, but I never dreamed that I would actually have sex with one, and that it could be this good. Besides, David was the best-looking guy in the school, and a senior. To be honest, I was more than a little flattered that he would be interested in a lowly freshman like me.

I only hesitated a moment before I said, ‘Please cum in my mouth. I want to belong to you, David. I’ll do anything you want; I like it.’

He took me in his arms and kissed me, softly and tenderly.

‘Thank you, Mike,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘You won’t be sorry.’

I thought to myself that maybe he wasn’t as tough as he seemed.

I started kissing his neck. Then I moved down to his chest, and kept moving down until I was in front of his dick again. I took it in my mouth, swallowed its whole length, and started sucking him off with even more passion than before.

He started moaning, and in a matter of minutes said, ‘I’m going to cum! You’re going to swallow my whole load. If any leaks out, you’re going to lick it up, understand?’

I grunted a yes. He grabbed me by the ears and started pulling me up and down on his cock. I felt his cock starting to twitch in my mouth, and then it exploded. I felt blast after blast of his hot sperm shooting into my mouth.

I did my best to swallow all of it, but there was just too much, and some of it leaked down my chin and on to his balls.

‘You’re not done yet, Mike! You know the deal.’ Smiling, he dipped his finger into the overflow and held it to my mouth. ‘Now lick it off, nice and slow.’

I started licking his sperm off his fingers as slowly as I could. He seemed to enjoy watching me do this, and I enjoyed the taste of his seed. When I finished, he took me in his arms, gave me a long hot kiss, and started jerking my rock hard dick. After only a few strokes, I shot my load all over his belly.

‘Clean it up!’ he said. I licked my cum off of him. It mingled with his in my mouth.

‘Come on Mike, let’s shower, and get out of here. They’ll be closing the school soon. Do you think your parents will let you stay over my house for the weekend?’

I said that I thought they would.

‘Good; nobody’s home at my place.’

‘Are you going to fuck me tonight?’ I nervously asked.

He looked into my eyes.

‘Do you want me to? Be honest.’

‘Yes, Dave; I want to give you my virginity. I’m a little scared, but I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.’ I admitted.

He kissed me.

‘Don’t be scared. I promise that I’ll be gentle with you. I want to make this the best night of your life.’ He said.

I trembled with fear and excitement.

Chapter II

After we left the locker room, David gave me a dime and sent me down the hall to use the phone while he went outside to smoke a cigarette. When I got outside, David was talking to his buddies, and to my surprise, two guys from my year.

‘Hey Mike, you know my friends, don’t you?’

I knew who they were. They were the guys who had been in the locker room earlier. The seniors were Brian Callahan, Tom Warren, and Jason Corbett. The guys from my year were Jack Chivers, who was a nice guy and Steve Corbett, Jason’s brother, who was the biggest jerk in my class. For some reason he just seemed to hate me from the first day of school. He put me down or made fun of me every chance he got.

‘Jack here belongs to Brian, and Steve belongs to his brother.’

I couldn’t believe it; I wasn’t the only freshman cocksucker!

‘Hey how was he, Dave?’ asked Tom.

‘I picked the right freshman.’ David said. ‘He’s a natural born cocksucker. He learned fast. Some of these kids get sick or freeze up, but not Mike. I’m going to fuck him in my bed tonight!’

‘How big is his wee-wee?’ Tom asked.

‘It’s about six inches long; not bad for a freshman.’

I must have blushed ten shades of red.

‘Look Dave, why don’t you let him give me a quick blow job. I don’t have a freshman of my own yet.’ Tom said.

To my relief, David said no.

‘Tomorrow afternoon you can all come over to my house and give him his initiation.’

Steve grabbed my ass and said, ‘I can’t wait to fuck your face, faggot!’

Before I could say anything David grabbed Steve by the collar and yelled ‘Who told you that you could touch my frosh? I’ve seen you treating him like shit all week. It stops now. He belongs to me now, and you’ll treat him with respect. Understand asshole?’

Steve managed to sputter, ‘Yes sir!’

‘I’d like to apologize for my brother, Mike. He’s an immature little bastard.’ Jason said. ‘For your punishment asshole, Mike’s not going to suck your dick tomorrow; you’re going to suck his!’

‘Fuck that! I won’t do it!’ Steve shouted.

‘Just for that, you’ll eat his ass too!’ Jason said.

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. It was obvious that his brother wasn’t going to let him win.

‘Well, I’ve got to get going now.’ David said. ‘I’m taking Mike for some pizza, and then its home to pop some freshman cherry!’

All his friends laughed, and high-fived him; Jack winked at me and Steve scowled.

As we walked, David put his arm around me.

‘What I said to Steve goes for everybody. If anybody gives you any shit, I want you to tell me, and I’ll put a stop to it damn fast. I won’t allow anybody to be mean to you. Since you’re willing to give yourself to me, I’ll take care of you. I owe you that much. When I promised you that you wouldn’t be sorry, I meant it.’

I knew now that underneath his tough façade, David was a nice guy.

Chapter III

After we ate our pizza, we went to David’s apartment. It was in one of those old luxury apartment buildings on Fifth Avenue across from Central Park. He lived in the penthouse, which had its own roof garden and an incredible view of the park. The furniture was antique, and the colors looked as though an interior decorator had coordinated them. The painting over the fireplace was, as I would later learn, a genuine Cézanne. It was the kind of place that you only see in movies.

‘Dave, this is the most beautiful apartment I’ve ever seen!’ I said with wonder in my voice.

‘Yeah, my mom and step father have money. They’re never here though. They live in England. I’m pretty much on my own.’

He looked at his watch. ‘It’s still early. Let’s hang out for a while and have a few drinks before I fuck you. The alcohol will relax you. Do you like beer?’

I said yes, and he told me to sit down at the table on the roof garden. I went outside and looked over the railing at the postcard view of the park. As I admired the view, a horrible thought occurred to me for the first time. I was gay. Deep down, maybe I had suspected it. I knew that I liked to look at other guys, but somehow had never equated those feelings with the drag queens and leather men who frequented the bars on Christopher Street in Greenwich Village. My eyes started to fill with tears. I didn’t want to be a freak! David came out, put the beers on the table, and saw that I was crying.

‘What’s wrong, Mike?’ He asked with concern in his voice. I threw myself into his arms and sobbed.

‘I’m sorry I was so rough with you. I’m not such a bad guy; really, I’m not. Don’t be scared; I would never hurt you.’ He said.

‘It’s not that,’ I said. ‘I know that you’re a good guy. I just realized that I must be gay. It scares me!’ I sobbed.

David held me in his arms, and tenderly ran his fingers through my hair.

‘I know how you feel. It is scary. I was just as frightened as you are when I realized that I was gay.’ He said.

‘You, Dave? But you don’t look queer, and you’re so popular!’ I stammered.

David laughed. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment. Look Mike, not all gay guys prance around in drag. A lot of us look like the boy next door. You and I both do. I would never have guessed you were gay by the way you look or act. I only knew because of the way you stared at me when you thought I wasn’t looking. That’s something you’ll have to learn to control. It could get you into real trouble if you do it to the wrong guy.’

I breathed a sigh of relief. In my naiveté, I thought that it would show; that I had a scarlet letter on my chest that everyone but me could see.

‘Thought you would get the urge to put on a dress and skip down the Yellow Brick Road, didn’t you?’ He asked. I laughed through my tears.

‘This might sound conceited Mike, but today is your lucky day. Now you can talk to me. I didn’t have any gay friends when I was your age that I could ask for advice. I didn’t even have anybody to hold me when I cried. You’re the first person I’ve ever told that I was gay. An openly gay guy would be an outcast at our school.’

‘Why did you trust me?’ I asked in disbelief.

‘It’s simple. You told me that you were gay first, and being a freshman, you have even more reason to keep quiet than I do. If they find out about me, I’ll only spend a year in Hell. If they find out about you, you’ll spend four. Since were fucking around, we’ll sink or swim together. Even without all that, somehow I just feel like I can trust you. I don’t know why.’

‘If you knew that I was interested in you all along, you must have set me up in the locker room!’ I said.

He smiled.

‘Guilty as charged. I saw you hanging around waiting for the rest of your class to finish so you could shower alone. From the looks you were giving me all week, I knew that you would stare at my cock if I undressed in front of you, so I got my friends to go in with me as witnesses and made you an offer you couldn’t refuse!’

‘What if I had refused?’ I asked.

‘I knew you wouldn’t refuse, but if you had I wouldn’t really have turned you in or hurt you. I could never do that to you. You’re a nice guy, and I like you.’

‘I like you too, Dave.’ I smiled.

‘What for, my body or as a person?’ He joked.

‘Both,’ I answered truthfully.

‘I’m happy to hear that. I’d like you to be more than just my fuck buddy.’

‘I’d like that too,’ I said as I kissed him.

We sat together for a while and drank our beer. The more we talked, the more I liked him. Like me, he loved old movies and was interested in history and art. I found out that he wasn’t nearly as tough as he acted at school. He told me that he acted that way so people wouldn’t suspect that he was gay. He couldn’t even tell his friends, whom he fucked around with, that he was gay. They were supposedly straight and fucked around with guys when no girls were available.

As I started on my third beer, I started to feel a little buzz.

‘I can’t believe this is happening.’ I said. ‘This morning I was just an average kid getting ready for class, and now I’m in a Fifth Avenue penthouse about to go to bed with the best looking guy in school. It’s like a dream!’

‘Do you really think I’m the best looking guy in school?’ David asked, smiling.

‘I think that you’re the best looking guy I’ve ever met. Nobody has ever had the effect on me that you do. I couldn’t take my eyes off you all week!’

The beer was giving me courage.

‘I couldn’t take my eyes off you either,’ David admitted. ‘I almost came in my pants yesterday at lunch when I was making you give me that massage. After that, Tom said that he wanted to fuck you and I almost hit him!’

‘I’m glad. He doesn’t make me feel the way you do; none of the other seniors do. You’re so much more handsome than any of them are.’ I could swear he blushed.

I made use of my newfound courage, and put my hand on his crotch. He was hard. I unzipped his fly, brought his cock out into the night air, and started stroking it. He put his arms around me and found my lips with his. His kisses were long, hot, and passionate.

‘Let’s go to my room.’ He said.

‘I’m ready.’ I replied.

Chapter IV

David’s bedroom was just as elegant as the rest of his apartment. It didn’t look like a typical teenager’s room. The furniture was antique, and there was a king size bed with a nice bedspread and satin sheets. As soon as we entered the room, we were all over each other. As we passionately kissed, we started undressing each other. When we were both naked, David guided me to the bed.

‘Lay down on your stomach, I’m going to take you from behind,’ he instructed.

‘Couldn’t we do it facing each other so we can kiss?’ I asked.

‘Not your first time. It would hurt too much,’ he said. ‘I’m going to lube you up really well and I’ll take it very slowly. I would never hurt you, Mike. Do you trust me?’

I answered him with a kiss. ‘I hardly know you, but for some reason I’m sure that I could trust you with my life,’ I said as I lay down on my stomach.

‘I’m going to put my finger in your asshole with some baby oil to lube you up. I know you’re nervous, but try to relax your asshole as much as possible.’ He said.

I felt the cold oil on my asshole, and then I felt his finger go in. It didn’t hurt, but felt strange. He held it there for a minute so I could get used to it, and then started pulling out and pushing in, deeper and deeper. It started to feel good. ‘Oh Dave, do it harder,’ I moaned.

‘I think you’re ready for the second finger,’ he said.

I felt him put more oil in my hole, and then he put in two fingers. It hurt a little at first, but I soon got used to it and started moaning in pleasure again.

‘One more finger and you’ll be ready for my cock!’ He said.

Again, I felt the coldness of the oil and felt three fingers go in.

‘Dave, it hurts!’ I said this time.

‘It’s ok, just relax your asshole. Push out like you’re taking a shit.’

I did what he said and soon the pain stopped, and I started to feel good again. After a few minutes he said, ‘I think you’re ready for my dick.’

He took his fingers out, lubed up his dick, and poured some more oil on my asshole. He got on top of me, and I felt the head of his hard cock press against my asshole.

‘This is your last chance to back out. Are you sure that you want me to be your first? Is there anybody else who you would rather be with? You only get one first time, you know,’ he said gently. ‘As much as I want you, I’ll let you go if you don’t really want me.’

‘You’re the only one that I want. I’ve wanted you ever since the first day of school. Please fuck me!’

‘I won’t fuck you,’ he said. My heart sank.

‘You fuck somebody you don’t give a damn about. I’ll make love to you, if you want me to.’

‘Yes, make love to me Dave. I want to feel you inside of me.’

He kissed my neck from behind, and then I felt his big dick head pushing into me. He went in slowly, and I guess between all the lube he used and the fact that I really wanted him, it didn’t hurt very much at all. Before I knew it, I felt his pubic hair tickling me. ‘Are you ok?’ He asked.

‘Oh, yes! It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would!’ He pulled part way out, and went back in. I felt a strange feeling, as though I was cumming on the inside.

‘What was that?’ I asked.

‘My dick pressed against your prostate. Did you like it?’

‘Yes, can you do it again?’

‘You bet!’ He laughed. He started going in and out in a steady rhythm.

‘Oh Dave, yes!’ I shouted. It was the most incredible thing that I had ever felt. I had been jerking off for years, but had never felt anything even remotely like this.

‘Oh Mike, you’re unbelievable! I’ve never been with a guy who made me feel like you do!’

‘Go harder, Dave! Don’t hold back. I love this! I’ve never felt this good before.’

He started to go at it with all his might. I felt like I was in Heaven. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

‘You’re mine now, Mike. You’re a part of me. How does it feel to belong to another guy?’ He panted.

‘It feels GREAT! I want to belong to you FOREVER!’

The funny thing was that I really did feel like I was a part of him. It was more than just a physical feeling; I felt as if our souls were one as well as our bodies.

He started to go even harder and faster.

‘I’m going to cum, Dave! I’m going to shoot all over your bedspread!’

‘Fuck it, go ahead!’

A minute later, I started to shoot my load. The funny thing was that David started to cum at exactly the same time that I did! I felt his hot load shooting deep inside of me in rhythm with my own orgasm. It was wonderful.

After we had both cum, he lay on top of me for a minute to catch his breath. Slowly, he got up, pulled me to him, and gave me a long, hot kiss. I could still feel the warmth of his sperm deep inside of me.

‘I never dreamed it could be this good, Dave.’

‘Me neither. I’ve had sex lots of times, but I never felt anything like this before. It was as if we were one person. I mean it, Mike; I swear, it’s not just a line. Do you believe me?’

‘Yes, I do. I felt it too; oh, your bedspread!’

There was a huge puddle of cum on it. I had never shot so big a load in my life. David went over to it and to my surprise, licked it up, and swallowed it. I went to him and kissed him, sharing the taste of my passion.

‘Dave, would you give me a hickey?’ I asked.

He laughed.

‘Sure, but why do you want one?’

‘This is going to sound silly, but I belong to you now. I want to wear your mark.’

‘I don’t think it’s silly at all. I’m flattered.’ He started kissing my neck, sucked hard, and put his purple mark on me.

Chapter V

We were lying in the bed in each other’s arms when David reached over to the nightstand for a cigarette. I asked if I could have one, too.

‘I never saw you smoke before,’ he said.

‘Well, I’ve only tried it a few times, but I’ve always heard that smoking after sex is supposed to be the best. I just have to try!’

David laughed, put two cigarettes in his mouth, lit them, and handed me one.

‘I saw that in an old movie once. I’ve always wanted to do it.’ He said.

‘Now Voyager with Bette Davis and Paul Henreid,’ I said with a smile. ‘It’s one of my favorites. I guess we have the same taste in everything.’

We just lay there for a while and smoked, giving each other an occasional smile. Underneath my calm exterior, my mind was spinning. Up until that afternoon, I hadn’t known that I was gay. Up until a few minutes ago, I didn’t know that one guy could fall in love with another. Nevertheless, I was in love with David. I knew it as surely as I knew the sun would rise in the morning. Should I tell him? Did he love me? Should I ask him? Would he laugh at me if I did? I wished I had some more of that courage the beer had given me earlier, but it had worn off long ago. I finally decided that I had to know.

‘Dave, could I ask you a personal question?’

‘Of course, you can ask me anything.’ He smiled.

‘Before you said that you liked me. How much do you like me?’

‘Why do you want to know?’

‘I…never mind.’

‘Please tell me, Mike. I want to tell you how I feel, but I’m too much of a coward to say it first. Nobody has ever said those words to me before, and I’ve never said them to anyone either.’

‘Promise you won’t laugh or make fun of me? It would kill me if you did.’

‘I swear I won’t. I would never hurt you like that.’ He put his arm around me.

I took a deep breath.

‘I love you, Dave. I think I fell in love with you the first time you shook my hand; it was love at first sight. I love everything about you. You’re older and so much more mature than I am, you probably couldn’t love a stupid kid like me, but I do love you.’

He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

‘I love you too, Mike. You’re not a stupid kid, and I never want you to think of yourself that way again, understand? You’re the nicest, sexiest guy I’ve ever met, and I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you love me.’

Now I had tears in my eyes too.

‘I think I had better tell you what kind of a monster you’ve fallen in love with,’ he said. ‘I didn’t plan to fall in love with you. I wanted to use you as my own personal whore. When I said that I wanted you for my fuck slave I was telling the truth.’

‘I know that. I could tell that you changed your mind about me when we were talking on the roof. Why?’

‘It was when you were crying and threw yourself in my arms. It was one of the most traumatic moments of your life, and you trusted me to take care of you; you even said that I was a good guy after the way I treated you. I can’t explain it; I just fell in love with you. I’ve never been in love before, and I didn’t think that I was even capable of it. When we made love, it wasn’t like any sex I’ve ever had before. I felt something in my heart, something emotional. Sex for me has always been purely physical. All I ever thought about was getting my rocks off as quickly and as often as possible. It was so different with you. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you in the locker room today. It was practically rape, and you were a virgin.’

‘Oh Dave, don’t be sorry about that. I loved every second of it!’

‘I even knew it was wrong then,’ he continued. ‘That’s why I offered to forget the whole thing and let you go without cumming in your mouth. I really would have done it if you wanted. I couldn’t believe it when you said that you wanted to belong to me, and that you wanted to give me your virginity. I think that’s when I started to realize that you were somebody special. Giving someone your virginity is the ultimate gift and you wanted to give yours to me! Nobody has ever cared that much about me before.’

He was crying now. I put my arms around him and started to kiss him.

‘Please don’t cry! We love each other; that’s all that matters.’

He smiled at me through his tears. ‘Would you like to make love to me, Mike?’ He asked.

I was shocked.

‘You’d really let me?’ I asked.

‘I want to be your first in every way, but there’s something that you need to know about me; I’ve been fucked once before. I was gang raped.’

‘Oh Dave no, when, who did it to you?’

‘I’ll tell you about it another time, if you really want to know, but not now. I just wanted you to know that even though I can’t give you the gift of my virginity the way you gave me yours, I’ll always consider you my first; that is, if you still want me now that you know that I’m damaged goods.’

‘Of course I still want you, and you’re not damaged goods! In your heart, you’re still a virgin. You’ve never wanted anyone to make love to you before, and I’m honored that you want me to be your first. Even if you had let someone else make love to you before, it wouldn’t make any difference to me.’

‘I love you for saying that, Mike; you’ll never know how much it means to me that you feel that way about it. I’ve always had this nightmare that when I met the right guy, he wouldn’t be able to love me when I told him, and he would call me a whore and leave me.’

‘Nobody could be that cruel! You couldn’t help what happened; it must have been horrible.’ I said.

‘You could never be that cruel, but plenty of other guys could. I guess that’s why I love you.’ He said. He kissed me, got up, brought his face down to my balls, and started kissing them. I got hard right away.

‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.’ I said.

‘I do want to. I need to feel the guy I love inside me.’ He started kissing his way up my shaft and then swallowed my dick whole.

‘Oh, Dave; this feels incredible!’ I moaned.

‘I think you’d better fuck me now. I don’t want to make you cum too fast.’ He said.

‘Like you said, I won’t fuck you; I’ll make love to you.’ I said.

He rolled over on his stomach; I got my face between his cheeks, and started licking his asshole.

‘No Mike, you don’t have to do that. I only made you do it before to humiliate you.’

‘But I like it, and I know you do too! Please let me.’

‘You can do anything you want with me. I want to belong to you just as much as you belong to me. My body is yours.’

I ate his ass for a while, and then poured some baby oil into his hole and started working my finger in.

‘Tell me if it hurts or if you change your mind.’ I said.

Since I knew he had been raped, I wanted to give him every chance to back out if he was uncomfortable.

‘No, it feels good. Keep going.’ He said.

I started pulling my finger in and out, copying what he had done to me earlier. When he started to moan, I added some oil and a second finger.

‘I think I’m ready. I’m not as tight as you were.’ He said.

I pushed the head of my dick against his pucker, paused for a minute, and ran my hands over his perfect body. Was this really happening? I half expected to wake up and find that it was all a wonderful dream. How could Mr. Average Freshman Michael Sheridan be here, about to make love to the most popular senior at East Side Prep? I started slowly pushing in.

‘Don’t be so gentle Mike; I don’t deserve it after the way I treated you this afternoon. Hurt me if you want to!’

I slowly pushed in the rest of the way and waited for him to get used to it, as he had done for me.

‘I could never hurt you; I love you too much. I want to make you to feel as good as you made me feel.’ I pulled out and pushed back in. He moaned with pleasure, so I started going faster.

‘That’s it! Harder!’ He said

‘Oh, this is unbelievable! Now you belong to me too, Dave! We belong to each other!’ Our souls joined again.

‘I love you Mike! I’m yours forever.’

I started rubbing his hard oozing cock. I could tell he was about ready to cum not only by the way his cock was twitching, but by the way his muscles clenched at my dick.

‘I’m cumming too, Dave. We’re cumming at the same time again!’ We started shooting at the exact same moment. The funny thing was, as I was stroking his cock and cumming in his ass I had the sensation that I was jerking myself off; we were shooting our loads in perfect rhythm. It really felt as though we were one person. When we finished, David asked my to put my mark on him as he had done for me.

We lay in bed smoking again.

‘I can’t believe it. It was so different from that other time.’ David said. ‘I didn’t know it could feel so good when you’re in love. The last time it hurt. It was degrading. I thought it would be like that again, and that it would be my punishment for the way I treated you, but it was beautiful. I didn’t deserve it.’

‘Have you ever told anyone about that other time? I asked.

‘No, never; I’d be too humiliated. You’re the only person who knows about it at all.’

‘Tell me. It won’t make a difference to me; I love you no matter what.’

‘Ok, it can be my punishment.’

‘Please stop talking about punishing yourself, Dave! If I’m not angry at you, there’s no reason to be angry at yourself.’

‘Don’t you see that I’m just as bad as the guys who raped me?’

‘Please tell me about it. I think you’ll feel better.’ I said.

‘Are you sure you want me to tell you? It’s a horrible story. It might upset you.’

‘I want you to share everything with me, good or bad.’ I said.

‘It happened in the beginning of freshman year. You wouldn’t have known me then. I was much shorter; I wore braces on my teeth, and had acne. I was painfully shy, and didn’t have any friends.’

‘One Friday afternoon, a guy from my class asked me if I wanted to hang out at his place after school. His parents were away, and his brother was having a couple of his friends over too. He was a tough guy, and he hadn’t been too nice to me before, but I was so lonely and I wanted a friend so badly that I said yes, and went with him. When we got there, his brother and his two friends were already there drinking beer. They offered me one. By the time I finished it, I knew something was wrong; I felt strange. I don’t mean the buzz you get off of one beer, I mean totally wasted. They drugged me. When they were sure the drug had taken effect, they dragged me into the bedroom and undressed me. They started laughing at the size of my dick. It was smaller then too. Then they started calling me their whore and telling me that I wanted some cock. They all waved their cocks in my face and told me to choose one. I couldn’t move or speak because of the drug. One of them said that they heard me say the big one. That was the brother. He had to have been close to ten inches. He got behind me and spit in my ass crack. He fucked my virgin ass with a ten-inch dick and only a wad of spit, Mike! He stole my virginity from me, and from you too; I would have given it to you tonight. I’m so sorry I couldn’t!’ David sobbed. I held him in my arms while he cried for a few minutes. Tears were welling up in my eyes too.

‘It hurt, Mike! I can’t even describe how much it hurt, both physically and mentally. They all took turns. The guy from my class went last. He went out of his way to hit my prostate and make me cum. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t control it. They all started laughing at me and told me that only a faggot could cum from having his asshole fucked. After they finished with me, they dragged me into the bathroom and threw me in the tub. The brother and his friends all pissed on my face. The drug was starting to wear off by then, and the guy from my class told me that he was going to piss in my mouth and if I didn’t drink it, he would cut my dick off. I refused at first, but his brother held a knife to my dick, so I had to do it! It was the worst moment of my life. You can’t imagine the humiliation I felt being forced to drink another guy’s piss, especially that asshole’s.’ He sobbed. ‘After that, they were finished with me. I cleaned myself up as best I could and got dressed and went home. I seriously considered suicide that weekend, and thought about it for a long time after that.’

‘There’s a really tough looking guy in your class with a tattoo on his arm. Was that him?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, Matthew Johnson; stay far away from him, Mike.’

‘I’d like to break his fucking neck!’ I cried.

‘He’d kill you if you tried! He carries a switchblade, and he’s so strong that he wouldn’t even need it to take care of you. He’s as tough as they come. Swear to me that you’ll never get near him.’ He said. I hesitated.

‘I MEAN IT MIKE, SWEAR!’ He yelled.

‘Ok, I swear. I know you’re right, I’m just angry.’ I sobbed.

We lay there for a few minutes holding each other, crying.

‘Why are you crying for me? I don’t deserve your sympathy. Don’t you see now that I treated you just like those guys treated me?’

‘I’m crying because I love you so much that I feel like they raped me too. You’re nothing like those bastards. There’s one big difference between what they did to you and what you did to me; I wanted to have sex with you. I’ve been going straight home all week to jerk off thinking about you. All you did was to give me a push. If I really didn’t want you, don’t you think that I would have called your bluff? Wouldn’t you rather be kicked out of school than be raped by a guy that you didn’t like? I would. You gave me a choice. Those animals sure as hell didn’t give you a choice!’

David looked as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

‘You’re right. I didn’t think of it that way; I gave you a way out. It wasn’t an easy way out, but it was a way out, and I really would have let you go without telling the headmaster.’ He smiled through his tears. ‘Now I can love you with a clear conscience!’ He kissed me.

I blushed. ‘As long as you have a clear conscience, I might as well have one too. Didn’t you miss a jockstrap the other day?’

He looked at me in shock.

‘You didn’t!’

‘I took it home, and I’ve been using it when I jerk off. It gave me the best orgasms I’ve ever had, until today anyway.’

He laughed. ‘You horny prick! How did you ever get the nerve? What would you have said if I had caught you?’

‘Luckily for me you didn’t. Now do you believe that I wanted to be with you?’

We both had a good laugh, kissed some more, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter VI

We awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.

‘Hello,’ David said. ‘Good morning, James. I have a guest…In about an hour…We’ll have eggs benedict and mimosas. If it’s nice outside, we’ll eat on the roof. Bye.’

‘What was that all about?’ I asked.

‘It was just the butler asking about breakfast.’

‘The butler?’ I asked.

‘I told you my parents had money.’ He said nonchalantly.

‘Whoever said it’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man was right!’ I laughed.

‘Do your parents have money?’ He asked.

‘Not like this. I mean, we’re more middle class.’

‘It figures. Most rich guys are assholes. You’ll find that out after you’ve been at East Side for a while. My friends at school are all middle class.’

‘What will the butler say about me sleeping with you, and what about the cum stains on the bedspread?’ I asked nervously.

David laughed. ‘Don’t worry. Butlers keep their jobs by being discrete. He won’t go making any overseas phone calls to my mother; besides, James is gay himself. Come on let’s shower. I have an extra toothbrush and you can use any of my cosmetics that you want.’

‘Are we showering together?’ I asked.

David smiled ‘Of course we are, but let’s try not to cum just now. My friends are coming over and we’ll be cumming a lot later’

I got up and went into the bathroom with him. He turned on the shower and we got in. We got all soapy and washed each other from head to toe. It wasn’t long before we were both hard. I slowly started soaping up his hard on until he moaned with pleasure. I turned my back to him and bent over.

‘Soap up my asshole and fuck me right here.’ I said.

‘I’ve created a monster! I thought we were going to save our cum for later.’

‘I need you now, Dave; please? Knowing the two of us, I think we’ll have more than enough cum left for later anyway.’

‘You’re right,’ He said as he put his soapy fingers into my asshole.

‘I’m not a virgin anymore. Go nuts! I said.

David laughed. ‘Remember, you asked for it!’ He shoved his soapy cock into me full force, and started pounding my ass. All the soap and water helped it to go in easily.

‘Oh yeah, harder Dave!’ I yelled. He started pounding me with a force I didn’t know was possible. He grabbed my dick with his soapy hand and started jerking me off.

‘Oh fuck, I’m cumming!’ I moaned. As usual, we came at the same time.

After the shower, David went to his closet and started choosing his clothes.

‘I’m not looking forward to wearing the same clothes as yesterday.’ I said.

‘You’re not going to. I’m picking out what you’re going to wear. Put these on.’

He handed me a beautiful blue silk shirt and tan chinos.

‘You’d better take these too, but no jerking off on them like you did to my jockstrap!’ He said as he handed me a pair of his silk boxers.

After I was dressed, he looked at me approvingly.

‘I knew that shirt would look great on you. It matches your eyes.’

I looked in the mirror, and saw a stranger. I looked so mature! I remembered as if from another lifetime yesterday, when I had looked in the locker room mirror right before David and his friends came in. The boy I had seen was gone forever. I thought to myself that although the shirt looked great, something other than my clothes had changed. It was my eyes. They weren’t the eyes of a kid anymore; they were the eyes of a young man.

‘You just need one more thing.’ He said. He took the gold rope chain off his neck, and fastened it on me. ‘I want you to wear this from now on. If I were in love with a girl I’d give her my school ring, but that wouldn’t look right in our situation. This is a little less obvious.’

‘Oh Dave, it’s beautiful! It must have cost a fortune! Are you sure that you want me to have it?’

‘I want the guy I love to wear something of mine all the time.’ He said as he took me in his arms.

 

Chapter VII

We sat at the table on the roof having breakfast. It was a beautiful late summer morning. The butler had been polite, and smiled when David introduced me as his boyfriend. David’s boyfriend; I liked the way it sounded.

‘I guess you can’t call me your boyfriend around the guys.’ I said.

‘I wish I could. Hell, I wish they weren’t coming over today at all. I don’t want to share you with them you know.’

‘What am I going to have to do for them?’ I asked.

‘Brian won’t let anyone fuck Jack, so I don’t have to let anyone fuck you. All you’ll have to do is suck them off. If there were a way out of it, I wouldn’t even let you do that. It’s going to kill me to watch.’

‘It looked like you had the biggest cock in the locker room yesterday.’ I said, smiling proudly.

‘No I don’t; Tom is a little bigger than I am. Brian is about my size, and Jason is about an inch smaller. By the way, I’m sorry that I said those things about the size of your dick yesterday. For the record, mine was exactly the same size as yours when I was your age. You might even be bigger than me in a year or two.’

Nervously I asked, ‘How about Jack and Steve.’ I would be embarrassed if I was the smallest of the group.

David smiled. ‘Don’t worry; Jack is about your size give or take, and Steve has a five inch wee-wee.’

I breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I wouldn’t mind if Jack were bigger than me, but it would kill me if Steve was. He’d never let me live it down. Why does he hate me so much anyway? I never did anything to him.’

‘I think he’s jealous. He’s been after me all summer, and I didn’t give him the time of day. When he saw me drooling over you it drove him crazy.’

‘That explains it! I can’t say that I blame him, poor bastard. If I were in his place, I guess that I would hate me too. Do you think there’s any way that I can make friends with him?’

‘You have a big heart, Mike. That’s one of the reasons that I love you. If I were you, I would try to talk Jason out of making him eat your ass. At least make the effort. I have a funny feeling that Steve will open his big mouth again and ruin it, though. Even if he does, offer to suck his little wee-wee before the day is over. Maybe you can at least soften him up a little. If not, he can go to Hell. If he would have been as mean to me as he was to you all week, I don’t think I would be so kind to him.’

‘I want them all to like me. I want to make you proud of me.’ I said.

He leaned over and kissed me. ‘I am proud of you; I’m proud that you love me. We can’t tell them were in love, though; and we can’t kiss. They can’t know we’re gay.’

‘What would happen if they found out?’

‘We’d be outcasts. There’s a sophomore named Tony who confessed to being gay last year. He lost all his friends, has been beat up several times, and I’ve heard that he was gang raped at least once.’

‘But your friends have sex with guys too. How can they think they aren’t gay?’ I asked.

‘They claim to be bisexual. They say that they only fuck with guys when they can’t have a girl. It’s a funny thing at East Side; it’s ok to have sex with another guy as long as you don’t love him. If there’s any sign of affection, like kissing you’re a faggot.’

‘It’s going to be hard not to kiss you.’ I said.

‘I know, but we have to do it, and another thing, please don’t tell them that I let you make love to me. It wouldn’t look good for a senior to allow a freshman to fuck him.’

‘I understand. That’s our business anyway. Just in case you’re worried, I’ll take everything else you told me last night to the grave; I swear it.’

‘I never had the slightest doubt about that, Mike.’ He squeezed my hand. ‘What’s really going to hurt is that I’m going to have to act a little rough toward you, like at school. Don’t let it upset you; it’s only an act. To make up for it I’ll suck your dick as soon as they leave.’ He said.

‘I’m looking forward to it already.’ I said.

James had just cleared the breakfast dishes when the doorbell rang.

‘Mr. Callahan and Mr. Chivers,’ James announced. David and I stood up and shook hands with them.

‘James, bring us some more champagne, orange juice, and five more glasses. The other guys will be here soon.’ David said.

‘Mike, what did Dave do to you? You look so different, more mature.’ Brian said.

‘He let me borrow these clothes. I do look different in them, don’t I?’

Jack laughed and touched the mark on my neck.

‘I’ll bet he did more than lend you some clothes.’

I blushed.

Jack took my hand. ‘Dave, can I take Mike into the living room for a few minutes? I just want to have a little ‘freshman’ talk with him.’

‘Sure, go ahead.’ David said.

Jack and I walked into the living room.

‘Brian was right, you look great, but it’s not the clothes. You look so happy you’re glowing!’

‘I am happy, Jack. Last night was the best night of my life. I never knew it could be like that. Dave is incredible!’ I gushed.

‘I know exactly how you feel. I felt the same way after my first night with Brian. We have the two hottest guys in the school! I’m glad David chose you. I’ve wanted to have a friend in our class who I could talk to. Up until now there’s only been Steve, and he’s a jerk.’

‘I’m glad to have a friend too. I know that Steve hates me, and Dave just told me why. Do you have any advice on how I should handle him?’

‘Yeah; have as little to do with him as possible and don’t piss him off too much. Jason put you in a terrible position yesterday. Do what ever you have to do to talk Jason out of making Steve eat your ass. Maybe you could ask Dave to talk to him. Steve hates you enough as it is. If Jason forces him to eat your ass, he’ll never forgive you. There’s something about that little punk that scares me.’

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘He’s more than just a little twerp, he’s mean natured. I’ll bet he was the kind of kid who got his kicks plucking the wings off of butterflies.’

‘Ok; I’ll talk to Dave. He gave me practically the same advice.’

‘Good. So how does it feel to be fucking around with the richest guy in school?’

‘It’s funny, but I wouldn’t have guessed he was this rich. There’s nothing snobby about him.’ I said.

‘Brian says he’s generous too. Any guy at school who gets in trouble and needs some cash knows he can go to Dave. He won’t even let his friends pay him back!’

‘That doesn’t surprise me. Underneath that tough front he puts on, he’s the nicest guy that I’ve ever met.’

Jack whispered, ‘You love him, don’t you? It’s written all over your face.’

I froze

‘You don’t have to answer that. I know the subject is taboo, but I just wanted you to know that I understand. I feel the same way about Brian.’

I smiled at him and changed the subject.

‘How does Steve feel about being with his brother? Does he love him?’ I asked.

‘I don’t think he’s capable of love or kindness the way the rest of us are. To him it’s all about getting his rocks off. You’ll see that the first time you suck him off. All he does is talk dirty and try to humiliate you. When he has to suck you off, he acts disgusted and does as little as possible. Dave hates that kind of attitude, that’s one reason he blew him off. I think the only reason that he was interested in Dave is that he’s rich and popular. Steve is a user.’

‘I’m starting to see why he scares you.’ I said.

‘I’d be even more scared of him if I were you.’

I put my arm around Jack’s shoulders.

‘I just saw James go outside. Let’s go and have a mimosa.’ I said.

Chapter VIII

Jack and I went back out to the roof.

‘So, what were you guys talking about?’ David asked.

‘Jack thinks that you should talk to Jason about making Steve eat my ass.’ I said.

‘Why? What’s the big deal?’

‘I don’t like him, Dave. I’m worried about what he might do to get even with Mike. He hates him so much as it is, and I wouldn’t put anything past that guy.’ Jack said.

‘Do you really think it’s that serious?’ David asked with concern in his voice.

‘I wouldn’t be sticking my nose in if I didn’t.’ Jack said.

‘Ok. There’s no sense in taking chances. I’ll get Jason on the side and talk to him. Feel free to stick your nose in any time you want. I’m glad that you’re Mike’s friend and you’re looking out for him.’

The doorbell rang, and a minute later James announced, ‘Mr. Warren, Mr. Jason Corbett, and Mr. Steven Corbett.’

We shook hands all around, and David made us all drinks.

‘Look Dave, I’m as horny as hell. Can’t you let Mike suck me off now, just to take the edge off? I haven’t had anything in so long!’ Tom said.

‘Have some class, Tom.’ David said. ‘I don’t want you talking about Mike as though he isn’t here either. Freshmen have feelings too, you know.’

‘I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t mean it like that; I guess I was pretty rude. I’m just so desperate!’

I laughed in spite of myself. I realized now that Tom was harmless. He was just the kind of guy who had a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth.

‘Dave, would it be all right if I went inside with Tom for a few minutes? I don’t want him cumming in his pants or anything; since he was already desperate last night, I don’t think we’ll be gone long!’ Everybody laughed, including Tom.

‘You’re lucky Mike’s kind-hearted. Go ahead!’ David said jovially.

Tom took my hand. ‘Bless you for this, Mike!’ He said.

‘I have an idea,’ Steve said. ‘Why don’t we just put Mike under the table and let him give us all blow jobs while we drink and if any of us have to piss, we could use his mouth as a urinal. He’d probably like that. Piss doesn’t taste so bad, does it David?’

David and I exchanged a worried glance. He couldn’t possibly know, could he? It was probably just a coincidence. He was just trying to insult us both.

‘Listen asshole, the next time you try to degrade Mike I’m going to beat the shit out of you, understand?’ David said.

‘For the rest of this day, you’re not to speak unless you’re spoken to.’ Jason said. ‘I apologize again, Mike. Please don’t hold my asshole brother against me.’

I smiled at Jason and took Tom inside.

We went into the bedroom and I knelt down it front of Tom.

‘I can’t thank you enough for this, Mike. I’m sorry if I sounded like a jerk. I promise I’m nothing like Steve.’

‘It’s ok; I know you didn’t mean it.’ I said as I unzipped his fly. His cock sprang right out at me. ‘You really do need this, don’t you? I said as I started sucking him off.

‘Oh, Mike! Dave was right. You are a natural!’ He moaned. As I predicted, he exploded in less than two minutes. His load was so big and thick that I almost choked on it.

‘When was the last time you jerked off?’ I asked.

‘Last night,’ he said. ‘It didn’t help much.’

‘So I see’, I laughed.

‘I need to get laid or sucked off every couple of days or I wind up like that. I’ve been dating this girl who’s a real cock tease. Do you know of any freshmen who might be interested in me? I promise that I’d be good to him, like Dave is with you and Brian is with Jack.’

‘Not off hand, but I’ll keep my eyes open for you.’ I said.

We walked out on the roof just in time to see David give Steve a black eye.

‘I warned you, asshole!’ David yelled. He grabbed Steve by the hair and shoved him down in front of me.

‘I’m not sucking his cock!’ Steve yelled. ‘I’ll bite it off if he puts it in my mouth!’

‘You’re not worthy of his cock. You’re going to eat his ass! Mike, pull down your pants and spread your cheeks!’

‘But Dave,’ I started.

‘Never mind what we said before, do it!’

There was no use in arguing; I did what he told me to do.

‘Now eat it, you little fucker!’ David’s face was bright red with rage.

‘Jason…’ Steve started to plead.

‘Do what you’re told, shit head!’ Jason said.

Steve started half-heartedly licking my asshole.

‘You’d better have him moaning in ecstasy damn fast or you’ll be sorry!’

I think Steve realized that there was no way out and he just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. He really started to lick my asshole. I started moaning, ‘He’s doing it, Dave.’ After about five minutes, David told him to stop.

‘Point your dick at him and cum on his face, Mike. I’ll help you.’ David spit in his hand and started jerking me off. I came on Steve, and David made sure it got all over his face and in his hair.

‘What did he mean by that, Dave?’ Jason asked.

‘I can’t tell you, but believe me it was a threat, and a very cruel one.’

‘You’re in no position to threaten anyone!’ Jason said to his brother. ‘We’re going home; you’ve embarrassed me enough for one day. Maybe I’ll use your mouth as a urinal! Come with us, Tom. You can help me punish the little cocksucker. We can both fuck him until he bleeds, and you can piss in his mouth too.’

‘Sounds like fun!’ Tom said.

‘Mike, it seems like all I ever do is apologize to you. I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you better. The next time I hang out with you guys I’ll leave my asshole brother at home.’

‘I know you’re a nice guy, Jason. It’s not your fault.’ I said.

After the three of them left, David poured the rest of us a drink.

‘Guys, I need to talk to you,’ David said to Brian and Jack. ‘I’ve got to take a huge gamble on our friendship.’ He took a deep breath. ‘Mike and I are gay, and we love each other.’

Brian and Jack looked at each other and smiled. ‘We’re gay and in love, too.’ Brian said. We all breathed a sigh of relief and kissed each other.

‘You’re my best friend, Brian. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.’ David said.

‘I know; me too. I was scared too.’ Brian said.

‘What made you change your mind, Dave?’ I asked, confused. A half hour ago, I knew that he hadn’t intended to tell anyone.

‘It was what Steve said. Guys, I need your help. Jack, you were right about Steve. He is dangerous. What he said was a direct threat.’

‘What did he say?’ I asked. David took my hand and looked into my eyes.

‘He said that he was going to take you up to Matthew Johnston’s apartment for a drink like the one that I had with him in freshman year. He said it just that way.’

I gasped in horror. David took me in his arms.

‘Don’t worry; it’s going to be ok. I won’t let them touch you. I’d die first.’

‘Fill us in; what does it mean?’ Brian asked.

‘When I was a freshman Johnson invited me to his apartment where he, his brother, and his brother’s friends drugged my drink and raped me.’

‘Dave, why didn’t you ever tell me? I’ll break his fucking neck!’ Brian said.

David and I looked at each other and smiled.

‘I think you and Mike are going to get along fine. Those were his exact words when I told him last night. I never wanted anybody else to know about it, but I need your help to protect Mike. As much as I’d like to, I can’t be with him every second of the day at school, but one of the three of us can. I never want him to be alone when he’s not in class, not even for a second.’

‘You can count on us, Dave.’ Brian said.

‘I’m in most of your classes anyway. We can walk together in the halls.’ Jack said.

‘Thanks, guys. Knowing that I have friends around makes me feel a lot better.’ I said.

‘What scares me is that Steve must be talking to Johnson. No one else knew about the rape until I told Mike about it last night.’ David said.

‘You’re right. If I haven’t heard about it in all these years, I’m sure nobody else knows.’ Brian said.

‘Is there any way that Jason could have known and mentioned it to Steve?’ I asked.

‘I doubt it,’ Brian said. ‘I saw his face. He was just as shocked as we were by Dave’s reaction to what Steve said. What do you think about telling Jason what Steve meant? Maybe he could keep an eye on Steve.’

‘It’s one thing that I told you guys about the rape, but I don’t want the whole school to know.’ David thought for a minute. ‘I’m being a selfish prick; I’ll tell him. Hell, I’ll let Walter Cronkite announce it on the news if it there’s a chance that it might protect Mike.’

‘I’m sorry, Dave. This is all my fault.’ I said.

‘It’s not your fault, Mike. Steve would have gone off on anybody that I liked. If anything I should be apologizing to you.’

‘Hey guys, wake up! It’s Steve’s fault for threatening Mike and this Johnson guy’s fault for raping Dave.’ Jack said.

We both laughed. ‘Like I said, stick you’re nose in anytime you want!’ David said.

Chapter IX

It was about three o’clock when Brian and Jack left. We all had such a good time talking and laughing that we never got around to any sex.

‘Ok, Mike, it’s our first Saturday night together. Do you see that city out there? It belongs to you tonight. What will it be, dinner in an expensive restaurant, a Broadway show, and end up at Xenon?’

‘You’re joking, right?’ I asked.

‘The hell I am! Don’t forget, you fell in love with the richest guy in school; I’m going to show you a world you’ve only imagined.’

‘You don’t have to spend your money on me. When I fell in love with you, I had no idea that you were rich. I’d be just as happy to heat up a TV dinner and watch The Love Boat and Fantasy Island in bed with you.’

‘I know that I don’t have to spend money on you; I want to. I get a huge allowance and I have money in the bank. Please let me do something special for you. Why would you want to watch Fantasy Island on television when you can be a guest star? There must be some restaurant that you’ve always dreamed of eating in, or something in the city that you’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t afford. Let me be your Ricardo Montalban!’

‘Well,’ I said, weakening, ‘Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to have dinner at the Plaza and take a carriage ride through Central Park. Would that be too much?’

‘I am Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island!’ He said in a terrible Spanish accent.

‘I love you, Mr. Roarke.’ I said.

‘When we get home tonight, we can show each other how much.’

‘We have some time now. It’s a few hours until dinner time.’ I said.

‘And I owe you something, don’t I?’ David asked, dropping to his knees in front of me.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’

‘Mike, every time I want to suck you off or give myself to you, you act like I’m degrading myself, and you don’t even want me to take you out on the town. Why?’

‘Well, I don’t know. Look at you. Look at me.’

‘Ok, I will. Come with me,’ he said, leading me to a mirror. ‘I see two handsome guys. What’s your point?’ As I looked objectively, I saw what he meant. We looked good together.

‘You’re a senior, and you’re so popular. I’m nobody.’

‘If you were ‘nobody’, I would have fucked you and sent you home last night. I’ve done it to lots of guys before. I wouldn’t waste my time taking ‘nobody’ to the Plaza, and I certainly wouldn’t have let ‘nobody’ make love to me last night. If you think that I’m so great, you should respect my taste in boyfriends. I shop for my jewelry at Tiffany’s, not Woolworth’s, and the same is true for my boyfriends. Don’t you realize that every senior at school wanted you? It’s only because I am so popular that I’m lucky enough to have you!’

‘Dave, that’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. Do you really think that much of me?’

‘I love you just as much as you love me. Do you think that much of me?’

Through the lump in my throat, I managed to choke out, ‘Would you suck me off now please?’

David took me in his arms and kissed me. ‘I hope we’ve got that straight,’ he said as he knelt before me.

‘Do you think that maybe next Saturday you could take me to Xenon?’ I asked. ‘I’d like to have dinner at The Russian Tea Room first.’

David smiled at me. ‘It’s a date!’

Chapter X

David picked out some dress clothes for me to wear to the Plaza. The blazer was made from the softest cashmere I had ever felt. ‘I bought it at a good tailor shop on Savile Row in London when I went to visit my mother last year.’ He said.

‘I’d like to go to London someday’, I said. ‘I’d like to sail over on the QE2. I’ve always wanted to sail first class on an ocean liner.’ I said.

‘That’s how I went. I’d like to go again with you. It was nice, but I was lonely. At night, I’d go out on deck and look up at the stars, and wish that I had someone to share them with me.’

‘Share them with me now. I’ve always dreamed about sailing across the ocean. Let me see them through your eyes.’ I said.

‘You can’t imagine how bright they are. You’re hundreds of miles from land, so there aren’t any city lights to spoil the view. I know it’s a cliché, but you really do feel like you can reach out and touch them. You can see a lot of falling stars too. The sea air makes you feel so alive. Oh Mike, if only you could be there with me right now!’

‘We are there,’ I said. ‘What would you do?’

‘I’d brush your hair out of your eyes like this and look into your eyes so I could see the stars reflect in them; and then I’d…’ He kissed me, softly and tenderly.

‘You must be magic. I really was there for a minute. He said.

‘Me too; it was more beautiful than I ever imagined.’

‘Someday I’m really going to take you.’

‘Can we go on our honeymoon?’ I asked.

I expected him to take it as a joke.

‘Yes, I promise. I’ll take you there on our honeymoon.’ He was serious. My heart leapt.

* * * *

The Plaza was everything I dreamed it would be. All those crystal chandeliers and gilded moldings made me feel as though I had traveled back in time to the turn of the century. Since I was wearing David’s English blazer and David, as always, looked as though he had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine, I felt like we belonged there. Although the prices on the menu appalled me, David insisted that price was no object and ordered us both the duck á l’orange and a bottle of good champagne.

‘So is the Plaza everything you hoped it would be?’ He asked.

‘Oh, yes; I feel as though I’m in a scene from a movie. But Dave, It’s so expensive!’

‘Mike, you’ve got to get used to letting me worry about that; I can afford it. If I couldn’t, we wouldn’t be here.’

‘I’d be lying if I said that I don’t love living like this, but I want you know that it isn’t the reason I’m with you.’

‘I do know that; that’s why I love giving it to you. If you liked me for my money like Steve, we would be having hot dogs and orange drinks at Nedick’s right now and you would be picking up half the tab.’ He said.

‘Ok, I won’t mention it again, as long as you know that I’d love you even if you didn’t have a dime.’

At that moment, I heard a familiar voice.

‘Good evening, gentlemen.’ To my horror, it was our headmaster, Mr. Powers.

‘Good evening, Mr. Powers!’ We said in unison.

‘I am very pleased to see a senior socializing with a freshman. It is unfortunate that it doesn’t happen more often.’

‘Yes sir. Mike here really came through for me tonight. I had a date with my girlfriend, but it turned out that her younger cousin was visiting. I called Mike, and he agreed to be her blind date as a favor to me. After it was all set, they had to cancel. I knew that Mike was looking forward to eating here, so I figured that since neither of us had any plans, I would treat him to dinner.’

I thought to myself, ‘Damn he’s good! I could never have thought that fast.’

Mr. Powers smiled. ‘Mr. Donovan, what sort of a fool do you take me for? I saw the way you were looking at each other. Don’t worry you’re not in trouble. My brother is gay, and I was an early supporter of gay rights. Do you realize that you are playing with fire? If your fellow students ever learn what is going on between the two of you, you will both be ruined.’

‘I know you’re right sir, but when two people are in love like we are, they’re willing to risk everything for each other.’

‘Mr. Sheridan, you have even more to lose than Mr. Donovan. Are you willing to risk everything in order to be with him?’

I looked him straight in the eye. ‘Yes sir, I am.’

‘In that case, I will wish both of you good luck. If you are discovered, please feel free to come to me. I shall try to help you if at all possible.’

‘Thank you, sir!’ We both said.

‘Will you have a glass of champagne with us, sir?’ David asked.

‘Thank you, no. My wife is waiting for me at our table; good night.’

‘He’s a good man.’ David said after Mr. Powers had left. ‘Everybody at school loves and respects him.’

‘I was afraid that he would expel us right here!’ I said.

David took my hand. ‘Would you really risk everything for me?’

‘Of course I would. I’d risk my life for you.’ I said.

Chapter XI

The next few months were the happiest that I had ever known. At first, I was very nervous about the situation with Steve. For the first few weeks, David, Brian, and Jack were as good as their word and stuck to me like glue. However, it soon became evident that I was safe; David talked to Jason, who had known nothing of the rape, and Jason promised to keep Steve away from me. An uneasy truce eventually developed between Steve and me. We never spoke to each other, but tolerated each other’s presence when necessary.

As soon as word got around that David was having sex with me, I found that I was the most popular guy in my class. Everybody wanted to be my friend. I was popular merely because I sucked David’s dick, yet if word got out that that he kissed me, we would both be ruined. The irony of the situation made me angry when I thought about it, but when I saw Tony (the sophomore who had admitted to being gay) sitting alone without a friend in the world, I realized how important it was to play along.

I heard through the grapevine that they had broken this poor kid to the point where he would let anybody fuck him at any time, just to avoid being beaten. I noticed that sometimes someone would tap him on the shoulder, and he would walk to the locker room with him, only to return alone ten or fifteen minutes later with red teary eyes. They had turned this poor kid into the school whore. Although my heart ached for him, I had too much to hide myself to risk befriending him.

To my surprise, I found that someone had nominated me as a candidate for Freshman Class Representative to the student government. With the endorsement of the Student Body President, (David) and the Senior Class Representative (Brian), I won the election in a landslide.

For Thanksgiving, the school sponsored a Student Follies. The theme that year was The Fabulous Fifties. Brian, who played guitar and sang well, was looking for someone to sing a medley of the Everly Brothers’ songs with him. He couldn’t find anyone among the singers of the school who sounded right with him, so he started auditioning everybody he could find. I finally tried out just to get him off my back. To my amazement, he said that my voice was perfect. We were the hit of the show, and even did an encore.

My love life with David was going just as well. We went out together every weekend. We took long walks together in Central Park and enjoyed the beautiful autumn weather, occasionally stopping to kiss under a golden tree. Every Saturday night we would get dressed up, I would put on my beautiful English blazer (which David, by this time had given to me because he said that I looked sexy in it) and we would have dinner at a wonderfully expensive restaurant, and then we would dance the night away at The Copacabana or Xenon. Our love for each other grew with every passing week, and the sex just kept getting better.

I soon realized that I had become a completely different person. With David’s encouragement and gifts of expensive clothing, I realized that I was a very handsome young man who was worthy of David’s love. It was more than just skin-deep; I now had more self-confidence than I would ever have thought possible that first week of school. Even my parents, who at first were nervous about my spending so much time with a senior, noticed the difference and realized that David was a good influence on me. My life was perfect until two days before Christmas vacation. That’s when I broke my truce with Steve.

During a study period, Danny Schmidt came over to me and asked shyly if he could speak to me. There’s one of Danny in every class. He was the smartest guy in our year, but very shy and introverted. He was the class nerd. Most of the guys in my crowd wouldn’t have given him the time of day, but remembering the way I had been in junior high and the way David told me he had been in freshman year, I had a soft spot for him. I asked him to sit down.

‘I want to ask you something, but I’m afraid that I’ll insult you.’ He said nervously.

‘I promise I won’t get angry, Danny. Go ahead.’

‘Everybody says that you and David Donovan are…’ He was afraid to finish.

‘It’s ok. What they say is true.’ I said reassuringly.

‘What I need to know is…does it hurt much?’ His voice shook with fear.

‘It depends on how gentle the guy is with you. Most people say that the first time is painful, but it wasn’t for me at all. Dave was great.’

‘Mike, you’re friendly with all the seniors. Do you know anybody who would want me; somebody who would be gentle with me the way David was with you?’

‘I’d like to be your friend, Danny. Why don’t you tell me the whole story? I know a lot of people around here, and I might be able to help you if you’re in trouble.’ I said.

‘There’s this guy. I’ve been…well, sucking his dick since September. The first time he forced me to do it, but it turned out that I liked it. Since then I’ve been doing it because it turns me on. The problem is that now this guy wants to fuck me, and I don’t want him to. I don’t trust him, Mike. He’s mean; he only thinks about himself. I told him that I wouldn’t let him fuck me and he threatened to beat me up and rape me. If I were with a senior, he would have to leave me alone.’

‘It’s Steve, isn’t it?’ I asked.

‘How did you know?’ He asked in amazement.

‘It sounds like his style. You were right to come to me; I can help you.’

‘Oh, thank you Mike! I was so scared.’

‘The first thing I need to know is if you really want to be with a senior. It would be the easiest way, but not the only way. If you’re not ready to have sex yet, I could talk to Steve’s brother. Believe it or not he’s a good guy, and he has some power over Steve.’

‘Which senior would it be?’ He nervously asked.

‘Do you know Tom Warren?’

‘Tom Warren! Oh Mike, really? Do you think he would want me? He’s so good looking! I think about him sometimes when I…’ He blushed.

‘There’s only one way to find out,’ I laughed. ‘He’s sitting right over there. I’ll introduce you to him.’

* * * *

‘How could you have done something so stupid?’ David shouted when I told him what I had done. ‘Steve has left you alone all semester. You’ve just declared war on him, that’s what you’ve done. Have you forgotten that he’s in with Matthew Johnson? What ever possessed you?’ David had never shouted at me like this before.

‘Dave, if you could have seen his face, I know you would have done the same thing. He was so naive and so scared! He had tears in his eyes when he asked me if it would hurt. I had to help him; I just couldn’t have lived with myself if Steve had raped him.’ I started to cry.

The look on his face softened.

‘I’m sorry I yelled at you, Mike. I love you; you know that. I don’t know what to do with you. On one hand, I love you for being so kind-hearted, and on the other, I’m as scared as hell that you just signed your own death warrant.’

‘I know something that you can do with me,’ I said, smiling, as I put my hand on his crotch.

David grinned. ‘You know I can’t stay mad at you.’ He said.

‘Do you really think Steve’s going to try to get even?’

‘Maybe not; he forgot about it the last time.’ He said, not very convincingly.

The next morning at school, I got the answer to my question. It came in the form of a note dropped in my locker. It was made from letters cut from a newspaper, like a ransom note. It said simply, ‘THIS TIME I’M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!’

Chapter XII

David had been so angry about my helping Danny that I dreaded telling him about the note. I thought seriously about keeping it from him until after Christmas, but decided against it. I had never kept anything from David before, and decided that Steve wouldn’t make me do it now. As soon as we got to his place after school, I handed it to him.

‘I found this in my locker. You were right, I was stupid.’

David looked at the note in horror and I braced myself for an explosion that would never come. Instead, he took me in his arms.

‘You must have been so scared when you saw this.’ He said gently.

‘Oh Dave, what am I going to do?’ I cried.

‘Don’t you mean what are we going to do? You’re not alone, you know.’

‘I thought you were going to be angry at me again.’ I said.

‘I was never really angry; I was just worried about you. You were trying to be kind to somebody without a friend in the world. I couldn’t be angry with you for that; I love that about you. By the way, I talked to Tom, and he’s crazy about Danny. If we weren’t in so much trouble I’d be proud of you for that.’

‘I’m glad. Danny is a nice kid. He deserves to be happy.’ I said.

‘Look Mike, there’s nothing that Steve can do until after Christmas vacation anyway, so why don’t we forget about him for now and go out and buy a Christmas tree. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.’

I smiled. ‘I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.’

We went out and brought home a Christmas tree. As I might have guessed, David insisted on a nine-foot tall blue spruce, which cost over a hundred and fifty dollars. We decorated it together with David’s beautiful old family ornaments, and tinsel and lights that we bought at Woolworth’s. We went to Gimbel’s, and bought one new ornament, a ball that said ‘Christmas 1980’ on it to commemorate our first Christmas together.

We spent Christmas Eve together in David’s apartment, and not being able to stand the thought of him spending Christmas alone, I invited him home for Christmas dinner with my family. We exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve, and I could hardly wait for him to open mine. He had mentioned a while back that he wanted to get an ID bracelet, so I took my birthday money and saved my allowance, and bought him one at Tiffany’s. I made him open my gift first. When he ripped open the wrapping paper and saw the blue Tiffany’s box he said, ‘Mike, you didn’t!’ It was a gold bracelet with his name on the front and the inscription ‘With all my love forever, Michael’ on the back.

‘I don’t know what to say,’ he said with tears in his eyes. ‘It’s just what I wanted. You must have saved up for months to be able to afford this. You must have gone without things that you needed. Nobody ever sacrificed anything for me before. I love you so much!’

‘You’re everything that I need, and as long as I never have to go without you, I’ll be happy.’ I said.

He kissed me and said, ‘Open mine now.’

I tore open the wrapping, and saw another blue box. I opened it and found a gorgeous star sapphire ring.

‘Oh Dave, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned!’

‘The sapphire is blue like your eyes. The star reflection represents the stars that I’m going to see reflected in them someday. Do you remember my promise?’

‘I remember.’ I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. ‘I love you, Dave.’

We kissed, snuggled up together on the couch, and watched the fire glow in the fireplace.

‘Where do you want me to take you for New Years Eve?’ David asked. ‘We can go anywhere you want.’

‘I’ve been thinking about that. Would it be too much trouble to have a party here? With your money, we can do anything that we want, but our friends don’t have that luxury. I’ve heard that they’re stricter than usual about checking ID’s that night too. Jack and Danny would have a hard time getting in anywhere.’

‘I think it’s a great idea except for one thing; I’d have to invite Jason, and that means that Steve would be here.’ David said.

‘I didn’t think of that,’ I admitted. ‘You know, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe if we invited him and were friendly to him he would calm down.’

‘You’d be taking a chance, but if you’re willing to try it’s ok with me. It would be a nice thing to do for our friends. It won’t be any trouble; James is an expert at this sort of thing. All we’ll have to do is tell him what we want for dinner and how many guests we’ll be having.’

‘I can’t wait to see Danny’s face when he walks into this apartment and finds himself socializing with the most popular guys at school!’

‘You really like that little guy, don’t you?’ David asked.

‘Yes, I do. He reminds me of myself before I met you. He’s so shy and wide-eyed. He just needs somebody to take him under his wing, the way you did for me. I hope that Tom is that guy.’

‘You’re a good friend. Steve doesn’t know what he threw away when he made you his enemy.’

‘He has a chance to change that. I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.’

‘I wouldn’t bet on him changing.’ David said.

‘Me neither; but it can’t hurt to try.’

Chapter XIII

I was excited. This would be my first adult New Years Eve, and the first party I had ever hosted. I wanted it to be perfect. I’m sure that I drove poor James crazy checking and double-checking every detail that he had already thought of. Realizing that it was my first time co hosting a party, he showed remarkable restraint.

‘Don’t worry Mr. Michael, everything will be perfect.’ He must have said those words a thousand times that week. David had given parties before, so he just sat back and smiled while he watched me drive James and myself crazy.

‘Why does this party mean so much to you?’ David asked as we were getting dressed for the party. ‘It’s not like we have to impress anybody; it’s only for our closest friends.’

I blushed. ‘I’ll tell you if you won’t laugh at me.’

‘I promise.’

‘I know that this party is just for our friends, but someday you’ll have a party for important people. I want you to know that you can count on me to plan a party that you can be proud of, the way a husband can count on his wife.’

‘I don’t think it’s silly at all. I love you for it. It doesn’t matter though. I would marry you even if you were the worst host in New York, but I have a feeling that you’ll turn out to be the best. Everybody loves you.’

I kissed him. ‘I needed to hear that; you always know the right thing to say.’ I said.

Although I had scheduled the party for eight o’clock, we were ready by seven-thirty.

‘Have a drink, it’ll calm you down.’ David said with a smile.

‘I think you’re enjoying this!’ I said.

‘It’s a party; I’m supposed to have fun. Besides, you don’t know how flattered I am that you’re so eager to please me. It’s turning me on. Want to go to the bedroom while we wait?’

‘You think you’re funny,’ I said with mock exasperation in my voice.

‘I think you’re sexy,’ he said as he poured some champagne.

‘I feel like were an old married couple waiting for our guests to arrive.’ I said.

‘I know. I like it.’

The doorbell rang.

‘All joking aside, I know it’s going to be a success. I love you.’

He kissed me, and my nerves disappeared like magic.

To my delight, Tom and Danny were the first to arrive. I would have some time to find out how they were doing.

‘So you must be Mike’s new best friend Danny.’ David said as he shook his hand. ‘You made some impression on him. All he’s done is talk about what a nice guy you are for the last week.’

‘David, this apartment, the butler…’ he stammered.

‘Now I see what you two have in common!’ David laughed. He remembered.

‘He’s laughing because I said almost the exact same thing the first time I walked in here back in September.’ I told him.

‘Have some champagne,’ David said handing Danny a glass.

‘I’ve never had it before,’ Danny said.

‘It’s good. Just sip it slowly.’ I said.

I watched and waited for the bubbles to tickle his nose. They did, and we all laughed. I could tell that David liked him already.

David and Tom went over to the stereo to put on some records.

‘So Danny, I’ve been dying to ask you; did it hurt?’ I smiled.

‘No, it was beautiful. Tom was so gentle. I know I’m not supposed to say it, but I love him. I want to tell him, but I’m afraid.’

‘I think the scariest moment of my life was when I said those words to Dave. If he hadn’t told me that he loved me, I think I would have died.’

‘But he did tell you that he loves you, and look at you now!’

‘If I were you, I would tell him. Just remember, it’s a big gamble and you can’t tell anyone else that you love him. If you tell the wrong person, you’re dead.’

‘Mike, whatever happens, I’ll never be able to thank you enough for setting me up with Tom. Steve would have raped me, I know it.’

‘I should warn you, Steve is going to be here tonight.’

Danny’s face turned white.

‘He’s got it in for me too. I’m going to try to make peace with him. Just stay clear of him and close to Tom or Dave. You’ll be ok; and if that doesn’t work, you have my permission to hit him over the head with one of the lamps.’

Danny giggled.

The doorbell rang again. It was Jason and Steve. I greeted them and offered them drinks. Steve wore his usual snarl as he gulped down a glass of champagne and poured another. I maneuvered Steve to the other side of the room where we could have some privacy. I could see that David was keeping an eye on us.

‘Steve, I want to talk to you. We’ve never really talked before; we’ve been too busy hating each other.’

‘So talk to me. Who’s stopping you?’

‘I’d like to bury the hatchet.’ I said.

‘You buried it in my back when you stole David from me, and if that wasn’t enough, you saw to it that I couldn’t even fuck the class nerd. I should be the one hosting this party wearing those fancy clothes and that sapphire ring, not you.’

‘I didn’t go after David because of his money. I didn’t even know he was rich when I fell in love with him.’

‘Ah, so you are a faggot! I thought so.’

I blushed. I hadn’t meant to say that.

‘Ok, so you know. I love him for himself, and he loves me. You only loved his money and position at school and he never wanted any part of that kind of a relationship. Can’t you understand that?’

‘I might have been able to forgive the fact that you’re two faggots in love, but explain to me why you fucked me up with Danny.’

‘You were cruel to him and he was afraid of you. He came to me with tears in his eyes and begged me for help. He was so scared and upset that I didn’t have the heart to say no. Look, if you’ll forgive and forget I’ll make you one of the most popular guys in our class if you want. I’ll even try to find you somebody to fuck around with, if you promise not to abuse him.’

‘Too little too late, faggot! I’m going to destroy you and your rich queer boyfriend. By the end of this year, I’ll have an asshole to shove my cock into. You’ll be my fuck slave, and don’t worry about David. He won’t be lonely; he’ll be too busy getting his ass pounded by Matthew to give you a second thought!’

With that, he walked away and joined his brother. Jack, who had just arrived with Brian, came up to me.

‘You’re as pale as a ghost. What was that all about?’ He asked.

‘Oh Jack, I think I’m in trouble!’ I said.

Other than my failure to make friends with Steve, the party was a complete success. The dinner was perfect. The table was set with David’s good china and silver and was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. David surprised me at midnight by kissing me in front of everybody as Auld Lang Syne played, and the other couples kissed as well. I heard Steve mutter something about faggots to Jason, and Jason told him to ‘shut the fuck up.’ By the end of the night, everybody was feeling happy from the champagne.

After the party, David and I were getting ready for bed.

‘I was so proud of you tonight.’ David said. ‘You couldn’t have been a better host. When I saw you talking with Danny it was like looking at before and after pictures of you. When we first met, you were just like him. You never could have hosted a party like this. Tonight you were mature and self-confident. Every guy at the party told me how lucky I am to have you. You’ve grown into a handsome, confident, and kind young man and I love you more than anything on earth.’ He kissed me.

I wiped my eyes. ‘I have you to thank for the person I’ve become. Your love made me all that and more.’ I said. ‘I’m afraid that I did make a mess of one thing though.’

‘Let me guess; Steve?’

‘He hates me worse than ever. He said that he would destroy both of us and to make matters worse, I let it slip that we’re in love.’

‘Don’t feel bad, I let it slip in front of everybody while you were talking to Steve.’ David smiled. ‘That’s why we all kissed at midnight. We knew that Brian and Jack were in love, but when I let it slip that I love you, Tom admitted that he was in love with Danny. Jason heard it all, and admitted that he was gay too. We can all be open with each other now.’

‘I’m so happy for Danny. He told me that he was in love with Tom but was afraid to tell him.’

‘I’m sorry that I got so angry when you told me about Danny. Now that I’ve met him, I understand why you had to help him. You were right; I’d have done exactly the same thing. It would have been inhuman to allow Steve to rape that nice kid. I’ll never question your judgment again.’

‘I’m really afraid of Steve now. I never saw such hatred in anybody’s eyes before. He meant every word he said. He’s jealous that I’m with you. He thinks that I stole you from him, and he should have been hosting this party wearing my clothes and my ring.’

‘I wouldn’t have had anything to do with him even if I hadn’t met you. He would have made me pay him every time that I wanted him to suck my dick!’

‘If anything, he should pay you for the privilege.’ I said.

‘I’ll give you a freebee if you want!’ He said, whipping it out.

‘The best things in life are free,’ I said, happily falling to my knees in front of him.

Chapter XIV

When school resumed in January, we had two weeks to prepare for midterm exams. All social life ceased for three weeks. Although I still stayed with David on the weekends, we were both engrossed in our books most of the time. We had quiet dinners together in the penthouse, and quizzed each other in our studies. We both passed our exams with flying colors. By the time exams ended, it was February, and we were all getting ready for the St. Valentine’s Day dance. I never could have imagined what a traumatic night it would be for David and me.

The nightmare began, appropriately enough, on Friday, February 13. The last period had just ended, and I went to my locker to put my books away. I found an envelope taped to my locker. I opened it and stared in horror; it was full of pictures of David and me. They were pictures of us kissing, embracing, dancing at Xenon, and smiling at each other. The bastard must have had somebody follow us with a camera! They were all taken on the previous Saturday. The unsigned note that accompanied them said, ‘Meet me at four o’clock in the locker room and bring your faggot boyfriend.’

In a state of shock and panic, I ran into the cafeteria to look for David. I found him talking to some friends; I tapped him on the arm to get his attention. As soon as he saw my face, he knew that something was very wrong.

‘What is it, Mike?’ He said with alarm in his voice. I handed him the pictures and note. He took me by the arm and led me to a storage room where we could have some privacy.

‘They were taped to my locker. What are we going to do?’ I asked.

‘We’re screwed. He said he would destroy us and he has. If he shows these around it will be the worst scandal in the school’s history. I don’t care so much for myself; I’ll be out of here in a few months. You’ve got three and a half more years. It’s my fault. If it weren’t for me Steve wouldn’t hate you.’

‘No Dave; it’s my fault. I helped Danny get away from him. That’s why he did this.’ I said. ‘He’s going to try to blackmail me to be his slave. On New Year’s Eve, he said I’d be his fuck slave before the year ended. I won’t do it!’

‘I’d rather be ruined than see him touch you. I’d rather die. Mike, whatever happens in that locker room, even if we’re the school faggots from now on, somehow we’ll get through it together. Let’s make a pact right now that we won’t give ourselves to them no matter what happens.’

‘Give ourselves to them?’ I asked in horror.

‘I’m sure Johnson is in on this. He’s been smirking at me all day.’

I fell into his arms.

‘I promise. It’s a pact.’ I said.

‘It’s just about four o’clock.’ David said.

‘Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you and I have no regrets.’ I said.

‘That goes for me too.’ He said as he kissed me.

We began the short walk to the locker room. It seemed to take an eternity.

‘It’s ironic,’ I said, ‘The locker room was where our love began.’

‘This is just our second beginning.’ He said.

We walked into the locker room and just as we expected, there stood Steve and Matthew Johnson. We stood with our backs to the door in case we had to run.

‘So, you got my little calling cards, good.’ Steve said. ‘I thought that I’d pass them out before the dance tomorrow night.’

‘All right, you’ve got us. What is there to talk about?’ David asked.

‘I’m hurt,’ Steve said. Do you really think that I would ruin you without offering you an alternative?’

‘What do you want for the negatives? Cut the bullshit and tell us.’ David said.

‘To start with, we each want a thousand dollars.’

‘That can be arranged. What else?’ David asked coolly.

‘You become my whore,’ Johnson said, ‘I still dream about that tight little ass of yours, even after all these years.’

‘What about Mike?’ David asked.

‘Mike becomes my fuck slave,’ Steve said, ‘And just remember, you won’t be here next year to protect him. If he’s an outcast, I’ll find a way to rape him anyway.’

David looked at me. ‘Do you want to give them our answer or shall I?’ He asked.

I looked Steve straight in the eye.

‘You can both go fuck yourselves! Show those damn pictures to anybody you want. I wouldn’t let either of you touch us if my life depended on it. I’d rather be disgraced with David than be the most popular guy in school, if it meant getting fucked by an ugly little worm like you!’

Johnson pulled out his switchblade and clicked it open.

‘Your boyfriend’s life does depend on it, faggot!’ He said. ‘On your knees in front of Corbett or your boyfriend’s face won’t look so pretty anymore.’ Steve unzipped his fly and pulled out his ugly little dick. It was hard and slimy. Johnson pulled a nine-inch hard weapon from his pants.

‘This is for you, Donovan; suck it, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a nice warm drink from it when you’re done; do it now or I’ll cut off Blondie’s dick.’ He said.

Before I could react, I heard a click come from where David was standing. To my astonishment, David had a switchblade too.

‘Get behind me Mike, and open the door.’ He said calmly.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. David backed out after me.

‘Upstairs and out the front door!’ David shouted.

We ran like hell. We got outside, and David hailed a cab on Madison Avenue. We held each other in the back seat. I don’t know who was shaking harder, David or me.

Chapter XV

We got to David’s apartment and bolted the door. David instructed James to use the peephole if the doorbell rang, and to call the police if it was Steve or Johnson.

‘Where did you get that switchblade?’ I asked David.

‘I bought it back in freshman year, right after I was raped. I carried it for a long time, but never had to use it. I started carrying it again after Steve made his first threat, just in case he or Johnson tried to make good on it.’

‘Dave, if you didn’t have it…’

‘They would have raped us. They were smart enough to know that we might risk our own lives, but not each other’s.’

‘What are we going to do?’ I cried.

‘First, we’re going to hold each other for a few minutes and calm down. After that, we’ll think of something.’

It felt so good to be safe in David’s strong arms again, after what had almost happened. I could feel his heart beating with a fear that matched my own.

‘What will they do to us when they see the pictures?’ I asked.

‘Are you sure that you want me to tell you? Can you take it?’

‘Tell me. I’ll find out soon enough anyway.’

‘The first thing you’ll notice on Monday is that everybody will back away from you as though you had the plague. There will be graffiti on your locker saying ‘Faggot’ or an obscene drawing of you and me. The worst part is that even your best friends may turn on you. Gay guys are sometimes the worst, because they’re afraid of being discovered themselves. Jack might spit in your face. Danny might call you names. You’ll have to be very careful. You can’t use the bathroom in school any more; someone could easily rape you in there. Once a week you’ll have to use the locker room to change for Phys Ed. You could be gang raped by your whole class. It’s happened before, to that sophomore, Tony. If you’re lucky, one or two of your friends might stick by you and watch your back, but you can’t count on it. It might not be so bad this year, because you’ll still have me to protect you, for whatever that’s going to be worth now. Your next three years will be like a prison sentence.’

‘Oh Dave,’ I cried, ‘Isn’t there anything we can do?’

‘There’s only one thing that I can think of. Blame it on me. Say that I forced you to kiss me. Say that I was blackmailing you or something. I’d much rather spend a few months as the school faggot than see you suffer for three years.’

‘You know that I would never do that to you; we’re in this thing together. Besides, look at these pictures. The way I feel about you is written all over my face. Nobody would ever believe that you were forcing me to do anything.’

‘You’re right; it was a stupid idea. But Mike, it’s the only thing I can think of!’ ‘I need a drink.’ I said.

‘I’ll make us both one.’ David said.

I took a sip of my scotch and soda. All of a sudden, I had an idea.

‘Dave, do you remember when we saw Mr. Powers at the Plaza? Maybe he can help us!’

‘Yeah, he can give us an armed guard to take you to class for the next three years.’ He said bitterly.’

‘Maybe he could call an assembly and speak to them about gay rights.’ I said.

‘Or maybe, maybe he could let us talk to them. We could throw ourselves on their mercy. Mike, if we did that, at least they’d have to give us credit for our courage! We could talk about the hypocrisy of the whole situation. A lot of them are fucking around with other guys and they might be sympathetic. We won’t deny anything or try to hide; we’ll pour our hearts out to them. We’ll make them understand us.’

‘How about the dance? They’ll all have seen the pictures by then.’ I asked.

‘How much courage do you have?’ David asked.

‘I won’t have to wear a dress, will I?’

We both laughed. It felt good.

‘You’ll walk in there on my arm and dance with me. We’ll make the social round once, have one dance, and leave. It’s dangerous. We might get beat up, but at least they would have to respect our courage. What do you think?’

‘I’d be willing to walk through Hell as long as I had you by my side.’ I said.

‘That’s just what we’ll be doing, taking a walk through Hell together.’

That night was the longest of my life. We didn’t go out, and neither of us could concentrate on the television. We just sat on the couch and held each other. The funny thing was that as frightened as we both were, neither one of us had ever felt closer to another human being in our lives.

* * * *

The next morning we awoke to a cold, gray winter day. The smell of snow was in the air. The dreariness outside did little to lift our spirits. How would we ever make it until nine o’clock?

‘Mike, are you sorry that you ever met me? I’d understand it if you were.’ David asked.

‘How can you even ask me such a thing? My life began the day you fell in love with me. How about you, if you had it all to do over, would you still be in this mess with me? Don’t forget, most of this is my fault. I broke my truce with Steve.’

‘I wouldn’t change a thing. My life was so empty and lonely before I met you; I don’t think that I could live without you now. Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll never leave me.’

‘Is that a proposal?’ I smiled.

‘Let’s just call it an understanding. You know me; when I propose to you I want to do it first class.’

‘I love you, Dave; I’ll never leave you.’

‘I’ll never leave you either. I want to be with you forever.’

We kissed. I now knew that whatever else happened, the dream that I hardly dared to dream would come true. Someday I would be Michael Donovan.

David stared at me for a minute and said, ‘Sometimes I look at you and realize how much you’ve changed since we met, and wonder if I’ve been selfish. I’ve encouraged you to mature quickly because I’m mature for my age. I’ve lived on my own for so long now that I’m eighteen going on twenty-five. I’ve made you sixteen going on twenty-five; I’ve cheated you out of your adolescence.’

‘If that’s the price I had to pay to be with you it was well worth it, and if I had it to do over I would do the exact same thing. No matter what happens, it was all worth it as long as I have you.’

The phone rang; David answered it, and motioned me to put my ear close to the receiver. It was Steve.

‘I’m calling to give you faggots one more chance to accept my offer. I’m going to start handing out the pictures at seven-thirty. Just think of the reception you’ll get at the dance! Are you sure that you don’t want to pay my price?’

‘Fuck you! Hand out the pictures, and if you pussy out I’ll take our copies and hang them on the bulletin board myself! Mike and I are sick of living a lie. We’re in love and proud of it!’ He hung up loudly.

David’s words awakened a rage in me that I had been pushing aside for months.

‘I am sick of living a lie,’ I said. ‘You’re right. I’ve been angry all along that we’ve had to hide our love; I just never put the feeling into words the way you just did. Do you know how many times I wanted to brag that you love me and couldn’t? The whole damn school knows that we’re fucking, and that’s ok. I’m popular because everybody knows that you’re fucking me. As long as it’s dirty and sordid it’s ok, but we’re not allowed to love each other. If those were pictures of me sucking your dick, that would be fine I suppose. We can fuck but we can’t kiss; what kind of bullshit is that anyway! I’m glad this happened now. That asshole Steve actually did us a favor. I’ve been so busy being scared and feeling sorry for myself that I never thought about the injustice of it all. What an idiot I’ve been! Why shouldn’t I be allowed to walk into that dance as your date? I’m proud that you love me! What do you think of that, Dave?’

‘I couldn’t have said it any better myself, but I think we’re both teenagers going on twenty-six now.’

Chapter XVI

We took a taxi the few blocks to the school. We thought that it would be safer than walking under the circumstances. We arrived at nine o’clock, in order to make a grand entrance. We were both dressed to the nines and both wore bright red ties and red carnations in our lapels, not only to symbolize Valentine’s Day and our love, but also to symbolize the invisible scarlet letter that we both now wore. As we walked into the crowded gymnasium, people backed away from us as though we were lepers. I put my arm through David’s to make it obvious to everyone that I was his date. Steve was waiting near the door, and yelled, ‘Faggots!’ The look that David gave him silenced him immediately. Of all people, the first one to greet us was Danny, my shy little Danny! He came over, looked into my eyes, and embraced me.

‘Danny, no; they’ll call you a faggot! I don’t want to drag you down with me!’ I said.

‘Hey, you talked to me when I was unpopular, and anybody who hates you is no friend of mine anyway!’ Danny said.

I had to blink back the tears. He went to David and embraced him too.

‘You’ll never know how much this means to Mike, and to me.’ David said, choking back the lump in his throat.

‘Come with me, guys,’ Danny said. As we followed him, the crowd parted before us like the Red Sea. Danny led us to where Brian, Jack, and Tom were standing. To a man, they all embraced us. Our real friends were standing by us.

‘Jason left. He couldn’t bring himself to face you, but he said to tell you how sorry he was. He was crying when he left. He didn’t have any idea that Steve was going to do this, I’m sure of it.’ Brian said.

‘I don’t blame Jason,’ David said, ‘He’s not responsible for what his brother does. Tell him that I still consider him my friend if you talk to him. If you’ll excuse us, Mike and I are going to take one walk around the room, have a dance, and leave.’

‘You’re going to dance together?’ They asked in a chorus.

‘Would you guys wait for us by the door and escort us to a cab? We don’t want to get beat up unless it’s absolutely necessary.’

‘Of course we will,’ Brian said.

We began our walk around the room. The crowd continued to part before us, and guys who had been our friends only the day before looked at us with hatred and disgust in their eyes. At one point, a wad of spit landed on my neck and startled me. In a gesture that I can only describe as chivalrous, David took an immaculate starched white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it off for me, took my arm again, and continued our walk. As we finished our promenade, Mr. Powers approached us. There was no mistaking the gleam in his eyes. It was pure admiration.

‘Gentlemen; I have rarely if ever seen such a display of courage and dignity. Bravo!’

I smiled. ‘You didn’t think we had it in us, did you, sir?’

‘Not many men do, Mr. Sheridan. May I be of any assistance to you?’

‘Yes sir; I request permission for Mike and myself to address the student body on Monday morning.’ David said.

‘Permission granted; I’ll call an assembly for nine o’clock. What are your plans for the rest of this evening?’

‘We’re going to have one dance and go home.’ David said.

I saw the admiration in Mr. Powers’ eyes double. He grabbed the arm of a passing sophomore.

‘Go to the band and tell them to play a slow song,’ he said.

The sophomore guessed what was about to happen and glared at us.

‘That was an order Mr. Pierce; do it immediately!’ The command seemed to blow him across the room; under no circumstance would a student at East Side Prep disobey Mr. Powers.

The band quickly ended the song they were playing and broke into Babe by Styx. David bowed to me gallantly and asked, ‘May I have this dance, Michael?’

‘I would be honored, sir.’ I answered. David took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. I could hear an angry growl rise from the crowd. The other couples left the floor, and David and I danced alone. I put my head on David’s shoulder.

‘This reminds me of a scene from another Bette Davis movie I saw.’ David whispered.

‘Jezebel,’ I said, ‘The other couples left the dance floor because she wore a red dress to the ball.’

‘Well, we’re wearing red ties. Maybe that’s why they hate us.’ David joked.

The dance ended and David led me from the dance floor. Mr. Powers met us.

‘How are you gentlemen planning to go home?’ He asked.

‘We’re taking a taxi, sir. Our friends are waiting at the door to see us out.’

‘I need a breath of fresh air. I shall escort you to the taxi myself.’

Having Mr. Powers escort us outside was as good as having a bulletproof vest. No one would dare start anything in his presence. He walked us outside and waited until we were in the cab and on our way.

‘Until Monday morning then, gentlemen.’

‘Mr. Powers, we can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for us.’ David said.

‘Not at all; any two men with the courage that you displayed tonight deserve a helping-hand.’

Chapter XVII

‘I need to get drunk.’ David said as we walked into the penthouse. ‘Care to join me?’

‘I’ve never really been drunk before, but then again, I’ve never been the school faggot before either. Let’s get drunk.’

‘Get two shot glasses and the bottle of scotch; I’ll get the beer.’ David said.

We sat down on the couch and David poured us each a shot of scotch.

‘Good Luck,’ he toasted.

‘We need it,’ I replied. We both downed the scotch, and I started choking. David laughed and slapped me on the back a couple of times.

‘Don’t worry. That happens to everybody the first time they drink a shot of whisky.’

‘Now I know why they call it fire water.’ I said weakly as I reached for my beer. After a few minutes, I felt a pleasant buzz.

‘How do you think it went?’ David asked.

‘I don’t know. At least our friends stood by us. Did you feel that hatred from the others though? They wanted to kill us. I don’t know if they’ll ever like us again.’

‘It’s never going to be like it was before.’ David said. ‘The best that we can hope for is that they’ll have enough respect for us that they won’t abuse us. You’ll never be the big man on campus again, but as long as they leave you alone, your next three years will be bearable. Jack and Danny are still your friends, and you’ll still have me after school and on weekends. Let’s have another shot.’

The whisky went down easier this time.

‘Dave, ever since yesterday all you’ve done is worry about me. In one day, you’ve gone from being the most popular guy in school to being an outcast. You’ve lost everything that you worked so hard for the last four years. It must hurt.’

‘Not really; I’m going to be graduating soon anyway, and I still have you and my real friends. I’ve had my fun, and I’m ready to move on. What hurts is that I wanted to pass my popularity on to you. That can never happen now. I’ll be happy if I can just keep you safe. My life with you is the only thing that I care about now.’

‘You’re the most unselfish person I’ve ever known.’ I said.

‘It’s easy to be unselfish when the only one in the world who has ever loved you is in danger. You are the only one who has ever loved me, you know. Even my own mother doesn’t.’

‘Oh Dave, I’m sure that’s not true.’

‘Haven’t you ever wondered why I live alone in this apartment?’

‘Honestly, yes I have. I figured that you would tell me if you wanted me to know.’ I said.

‘You’re the only person who I do want to tell. My father died in an accident when I was four years old. Here’s his picture.’

He pulled out his wallet and handed me a black and white photograph.

‘That’s you, Dave!’ I exclaimed.

‘I could be his twin. That’s part of the problem. After my father died, my mother couldn’t stand to look at me. She loved my father and I brought back too many painful memories. A governess raised me while my mother traveled through Europe. When I was young, she at least came back for Christmas, but when I was twelve, she married a baron and settled in England. She even had another baby. His name is Edward. He’s cute, five years old, and I hate him! I know it’s wrong to hate a little boy but I can’t help it. My mother loves him as much as she never loved me, and it makes me sick.’

‘Mike, swear you’ll never leave me! Nobody else has ever been able to love me, and nobody else ever will! You don’t know what it’s like to be alone, really, truly alone. This apartment used to be my prison until you made it our home, and my money never made me happy until I had you to share it with me. I’d give it all up in a second if you asked me to; I’d wait tables to support the two of us and live in a tenement just as long as I could come home to you at the end of the day. I love you so much, Mike. I…’ He broke down in tears.

I took him in my arms and comforted him while he cried. For the first time, I really understood him. The way he spoiled me, his protectiveness, his willingness to sacrifice himself for me, even his tough façade, they all made sense now. David had been starved of love and affection for most of his life, and now he was terrified that I would abandon him the way his mother had when the going got tough. I remembered that first day in the locker room, the tough act, trying to force me to have sex with him despite his aversion to rape and then giving me every chance to back out. Whether or not he realized it, he wasn’t really trying to force me to have sex at all; he was trying to force me to love him. The first thing he did that day wasn’t to make me suck his dick or to fuck me; he took me in his arms and kissed me. The irony was that all this time while David was going out of his way to build my self-esteem and make me feel secure, he was more insecure than I ever was. If only I had known!

‘I’ll never leave you; I swear it on my life. Don’t you realize that I need your love as much as you need mine? Look into my eyes, Dave; I love you, and as long as I live, you’ll never be alone. All those empty, lonely years you spent are over forever, I swear it. I’m here to stay. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried!’

‘Oh God, I love you Mike; I love you more than my own life!’ He sobbed. I held him in my arms and let him cry for a few more minutes.

‘Dave, I’m scared too. What will happen if I have to be the school faggot for three years? They’ll rape me for sure, probably on a regular basis. I never want to be with anybody but you!’ I sobbed. ‘Will you still be able to love me if they turn me into their whore like they did to that poor guy Tony?’

David pulled himself together quickly and took my hands in his.

‘Now you look into my eyes. I’m not going to let that happen. You’ll never be the school faggot, and you’ll never be with another man as long as you live. Do you believe me?’

I had never seen such determination on anybody’s face.

‘I believe you. No, it’s more than that; I believe in you. I know that you’ll save me if it’s humanly possible, but what if it isn’t? Will you still be able to love me if I come home one day and tell you that every guy in my class has fucked me?’ I asked.

‘I was gang raped; have you ever loved me any less because of it? Would you love me any less if it happened to me again? You know you wouldn’t! I love you, Mike. Nothing they do to you can ever change that, or make me think any less of you, and no matter what happens I’ll love you until the day I die.’

‘Dave, I need you tonight more than I ever have before. Will you make love to me?’ He started kissing me with a strength that I had never felt before, and I kissed him back with equal passion. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. We started pulling each other’s clothes off while we kissed. ‘That’s it Dave, don’t hold back, I need to feel your strength!’ We lay down on the bed and started going at it like a couple of wild animals. We got into a sixty-nine position and started sucking each other’s dicks. After a few minutes, he pulled his dick away from me, threw my legs over his shoulders, and pushed himself deep inside of me. ‘Oh, yes Dave! This is what I need! I need to feel your strength! I’m not strong like you are. You’re my strength!’

‘Say it again, Mike. Tell me you’ll never leave me!’ He panted, as he thrusted into, and then withdrew partially from me.

‘I’ll be yours forever, I swear it. You’ll never be alone again! You’ll have to kill me to get rid of me!’

‘I’ll never let them touch you. You’ll never be with anybody but me, and you’ll belong to me for the rest of your life no matter what happens!’ He said, as he put his lips to my neck and gave me his mark.

As usual, we came at the same time. It was the most intense orgasm either one of us had ever experienced. After we finished, I made love to him. It was just as intense.

Chapter XVIII

I awoke the next morning to find David’s side of the bed empty. A few minutes later, he came into the bedroom with a breakfast tray.

‘It won’t be as good as James’ eggs benedict, but I wanted to do something special for you this morning to thank you for all the beautiful things you said to me last night and James is off today.’ He said.

‘I meant everything I said. I’ll never leave you.’

‘I know that now. I don’t think that I ever really believed that anyone could love me enough to want to spend his life with me. I know now that by some miracle you do. I just wish I understood why you love me so much. Usually, people either like me for my looks, or for my money, but it goes so much deeper than that with you. What do you see in me that nobody else does?’

‘I’ve told you that I fell in love with you the first time we shook hands, but I’ve never told you why. It was your eyes; when we shook hands, you looked into my eyes, and when I looked into yours, it was as if I could see your soul. It was beautiful. You’re even more handsome on the inside than you are on the outside. Underneath that tough act you put on sometimes, you’re the most sensitive, kind-hearted, caring, and unselfish person I’ve ever met, and for some reason I seem to bring out those qualities in you, and you bring out those same qualities in me.’ I said.

David looked at me through tear-filled eyes.

‘I believe you when you say that you saw my soul that first day, because I saw yours too. That’s why I couldn’t take my eyes off you, and why I had to have you, even if it meant forcing you to be with me. I think I’m finally starting to understand what you see in me; deep down you and I are a lot alike. We’re soul mates. You love all the same things about me that I love about you. I finally get it.’

I smiled. ‘Well it’s about time. By the way, Dave, if you ever do decide give up all your money and move to a tenement, I’ll stay with you. I might have to physically hurt you, but I’ll stay with you.’

‘I guess that was a dumb thing to say.’ He laughed.

‘No it wasn’t. I believe you would be willing to give it all up for me.’

‘In a heartbeat,’ he said as he kissed me.

‘Eat your eggs while their hot. See what kind of cook you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.’ I tasted the eggs, and they were delicious.

‘They’re good; I’m impressed.’

‘Don’t be; I had them sent up from the coffee shop. I can’t boil water.’ David chuckled.

‘Don’t feel bad, neither can I; we’re lucky that you can afford a butler.’ I said.

‘Are you nervous about tomorrow?’ He asked.

‘Yes and no; I don’t think it will be as bad as last night. At least we know our friends are standing by us, and nobody will beat us up at the assembly. I’m nervous about what we’ll say and how we’ll look to the rest of the school. Do you really think we can reach them? They seemed to hate us so much last night.’

‘Don’t forget, very few of them are like Steve or Johnson. Most of them like us as people, we just have to make them understand how we feel about each other. A lot of them are in love with somebody too, most with women and some with men. I think we can get to them if we put them in our shoes.’

‘What if they still hate us?’ I asked.

‘I’ve been thinking about that. My mother and my father’s estate donate to a few schools. I’ll get my lawyer to use that pull to get you a scholarship to one of them. Your parents will never find out what happened and you can start over with a clean slate. Hell, if I have to I’ll pay your tuition myself out of my trust fund and you can tell your parents that it’s a scholarship. If I can’t take it out of the trust fund, I’ll sell the Cézanne, the silver, or even the furniture to get the money. Whatever I have to do, you’re not going to spend three years as the school faggot.’

‘You would really be willing to do that for me?’ I asked with tears in my eyes.

‘I told you I’d give up everything I own for you, Mike. I love you, and nobody’s ever going to lay a hand on you, even if it costs me my last penny.’

* * * *

The next morning I was surprisingly calm but determined as David and I walked into the auditorium. I knew that thanks to David’s love and generosity, I would be all right no matter what happened, but there would be other Michael Sheridans and David Donovans in the future. David and I truly wanted to change things so they would never have to endure the living hell that we had known for the past few days.

The other students started to file in a few minutes after we arrived. As they saw us sitting on the stage, I heard them muttering comments about faggots, but nobody accosted us directly. Mr. Powers came up on the stage and the room went silent. Mr. Powers took the podium.

‘Good morning, gentlemen; I have called this assembly at the request of Mr. Donovan and Mr. Sheridan. As you all know, two of your fellow students circulated candid photographs of these two men on Saturday night. I have seen fit to deal harshly with the guilty parties. I have expelled Steven Corbett, and I have given Matthew Johnson a week’s suspension, which will appear on his permanent record, and he will not be permitted to attend any school functions, including the prom and graduation exercises. He will receive his diploma in the mail.’

There was a muttering from the audience. Mr. Powers continued, ‘The only reason that I spared Mr. Johnson from expulsion was because of his fine academic record and the fact that he is about to graduate. However, I have warned him that if I receive one further complaint from Mr. Donovan or Mr. Sheridan about his conduct toward either of them, I shall expel him immediately, even if it is on the eve of graduation day.’

‘Before I turn the podium over to Mr. Donovan, I must remind you that these men are both in good standing with the school, and with me. They have done nothing wrong; rather they were the victims of an exceedingly cruel campaign to destroy their good names. I expect you to listen to what they have to say politely. I will not tolerate any interruptions or rude behavior. Mr. Donovan…’

David stood up and walked to the podium. I could see the fear in his eyes.

‘My fellow students; I stand before you not to offer an apology, but simply to ask you for your compassion and understanding. As recently as Friday afternoon, I was one of the most popular men at this school, so popular in fact that you honored me by electing me to the office of Student Body President. Today I stand before you a pariah. What information about my personal life could have brought about that change in my social standing in so short a time? Did I commit a crime? Did I steal a car? Did I sell drugs, or kill somebody? No. Evidence came to light that I am in love. I admit that to you now. I am deeply and passionately in love. I love Michael Sheridan and, for some reason that I can’t fully understand, he loves me. No doubt, many of you find this statement repulsive. I ask you for a show of hands; how many of you did not know, prior to Saturday night that Mike and I were involved in a sexual relationship? Please raise your hands.’

Not one hand went up.

‘It didn’t bother any of you that I was having sex with Mike; on the contrary, many of you congratulated me on it time and time again. Mike gained instant popularity in his class when they found out, and you even elected him to the office of Freshman Class Representative on the basis of his involvement with me. It is a time-honored tradition at this school for upperclassmen to initiate freshman in the art of sex, but if that upperclassman and freshman show any sign of intimacy toward each other above casual friendship, they, no, WE are branded faggots. Gentlemen, I submit to you that this custom is outdated, hypocritical, and just plain cruel. This is nineteen eighty-one, not eighteen eighty-one.’

There was a smattering of applause. He was winning some of them over!

‘Imagine if you would, that you went to a co-ed school and you had a beautiful girlfriend whom you loved dearly, but if you held her hand or kissed her in public even once, both of you would be ostracized, ridiculed, and possibly even bodily harmed. Mike and I know first hand how you would feel; we live with it on a daily basis. How would you have liked to be in our shoes the other night at the dance? We saw people that we consider friends, people who we sit next to in class; people who have lunch with us every day look at us with the most intense hatred that we could ever imagine. What was the reason for this hatred? Two people, whom most of you know and dislike, distributed pictures of Mike and me sharing an innocent kiss or two on a weekend. We were the victims, not the criminals! We never hurt anyone; we were the ones who got hurt!’

The room erupted in applause. I never knew what an effective speaker David was!

‘Let me share with you the whole story of how Steve and Matthew came to distribute those pictures. They were trying to blackmail us. What was their price for the photographs and negatives? Their price was two thousand dollars and the unlimited use and abuse of our bodies. Mike and I chose disgrace over dishonor. No matter what happens to us, we will never regret that decision!’

The room went wild with applause. David continued, ‘I can’t ask that you approve of or even understand the love that Mike and I have for each other; all I can ask of you is to allow us to live our lives among you. If you don’t approve of us, ignore us, snub us; but please don’t hate us. We don’t hate any of you. Thank you for your attention.’

David received a standing ovation.

Mr. Powers took the podium. ‘Now, Mr. Sheridan would like to address you.’ I nervously took the podium.

‘My fellow students; please bear with me; I’m not the polished speaker that Dave…I mean, that my boyfriend is.’

The room resounded with applause.

‘I don’t know how much I can add to what Dave has already said. I once heard a quote, and I don’t remember who said it, ‘Evil triumphs when good men do nothing.’ I know that the vast majority of you are good men, and I ask you not to remain silent any longer. I know what I’m asking isn’t easy. I know it from personal experience. There is someone else who is gay sitting among you whose suffering Dave and I can only imagine. I think you all know of whom I am speaking. I have seen him sitting alone every day, and I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted to speak to him, to offer him my friendship. I’m ashamed to say that I have never spoken to him. I was afraid that if I did, it would affect my popularity, and possibly cause some of you to scrutinize my relationship with Dave more closely. I did nothing although I knew it was wrong, just as many of you have done. I’m sure that many of you did nothing at the dance for similar reasons. I am asking you to be more courageous than I have been. I’m asking you not to allow evil to triumph. I’m asking you to speak out when you see someone treated unjustly. I’m simply asking you to be good Americans, and respect the rights of others who are different from yourselves. I’m asking you to respect my right to come to school every day and return home unharmed. Dave is worried sick that one day next year I’ll come home beaten, and possibly even worse. I would like to remain in this school next year. I’ve come to love it here, and I’ve come to love some of you as my friends; but I’ll leave if you want me to. Would you please give me a show of hands if you’re willing to allow me to stay?’

Practically every hand in the room went up, and then the room erupted in wild applause. Tears started streaming down my face.

A hand rose in the audience; it was Brendan Nelson, a six foot four inch junior who was on the school weight lifting team and who had many girlfriends.

‘Yes Brendan,’ I said.

‘I’m one of the many guys who Dave has befriended over the years. I’ve always thought that he was a great guy, and it made me sick to watch the way they treated you both the other night. It was just like you said; I was afraid to speak up for you, afraid that if I did they would call me a faggot too. I’m not afraid anymore. Dave and Mike have been good friends to us all and on Saturday night, they proved that they’re braver than most of us will ever be, and that they have a lot of class. If that’s the definition of a faggot, I’m on the faggots’ side. From this moment on, you can all consider Mike my best friend. Anybody who messes with him messes with me. I’ll protect him for you, Dave. You won’t have to worry about Mike next year. I’ll look after him like a brother.’

There was more applause. David had tears of gratitude in his eyes. I embraced him and the room went wild. Somebody shouted, ‘Kiss him, Dave!’ The chant went up, ‘Kiss him, Kiss him, Kiss him…’ We looked at Mr. Powers, he smiled and nodded, and we kissed to a standing ovation. They didn’t hate us.

Chapter XIX

In the days that followed, things returned more or less to normal. For the most part, the guys at school accepted David and me, and our popularity didn’t suffer much at all. In fact, being the school’s only openly gay couple brought us some celebrity. I decided to use my position in the student government to make some lasting changes to the school. With Brian as my ally on the student council, we passed our own version of the Civil Rights Act, banning discrimination on the basis of race, creed, color, or sexual orientation. We also passed a bill, which allowed same sex couples to attend the prom. David happily signed both into law, and I could now attend the prom as his date. I finally spoke to Tony, and he turned out to be a really nice guy. I introduced him to Jack and Danny, and we all became his friends. I was determined to see to it that nobody would ever abuse him again. I spoke to Brendan Nelson, and he agreed to protect Tony as well as me.

The months went by quickly, uneventfully, and happily. David and I attended the St. Patrick’s Day dance and hardly raised an eyebrow when we walked onto the dance floor. Tom and Danny also danced in public that night with no repercussions, and Brian planned to take Jack to the prom. David and I had blazed the trail. The one sad note was that Jason didn’t hang around with us much anymore. We told him repeatedly that we didn’t blame him for what Steve had done, but he blamed himself anyway. The poor guy could barely look us in the eye when he spoke to us. He was just one more victim of Steve’s cruelty.

As it turned out, Steve paid dearly for what he did to us. In addition to being expelled and having to repeat freshman year at his new school, Jason punished him by giving him to Matthew Johnson. Now a guy he didn’t want would have the right fuck him with his nine-inch dick any time he felt like it, which was the exact fate he tried to condemn David and me to. Justice had been served! My only regret was that Matthew Johnson got away as easily as he did. A week’s suspension was a slap on the wrist for what he did. Unfortunately, too much time had passed to prove that he raped David even if David had wanted to tell anyone, which he didn’t. Years later, I learned that he went to prison for the attempted rape of a eighteen year old boy. Knowing how they treat child molesters in prison, I would like to think that the other inmates made him suffer exactly as he had made David suffer.

The weather grew warmer and David and I took our weekend strolls in Central Park beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms. I started to prepare myself for a long separation from him. Although he had decided to attend NYU and remain in his apartment even before he met me, his mother had decided that he would spend the summer at her country estate in England. I was dreading the summer as much as everybody else was looking forward to it.

One Friday afternoon in May, David told me to go with Tom and Danny to Danny’s apartment after school and he would see me at eight o’clock. When I asked him what it was all about, he just smiled and said that I would find out later. Tom and Danny were acting strange too, smiling, and winking when they thought I wasn’t looking. Finally, at seven o’clock, they told me it was time to get dressed and took a tuxedo out of the closet.

‘Dave wants you to wear this,’ Tom informed me.

Tom had to help me dress. Since I had never worn a tux before, I had no idea what to do with the shirt studs, cummerbund and suspenders. They put me in a taxi and sent me to David’s apartment. James greeted me at the door.

‘Mr. Michael, how elegant you look this evening!’ He said.

‘James, what’s going on?’ I whispered.

‘Mr. David is waiting for you on the roof.’ He smiled.

As I walked out to the roof, David stood to greet me. He was wearing a tux, too. We just stood there staring at each other for a moment. We had taken each other’s breath away.

‘Dave, you look…’

‘I knew you would look good, but…’ He said.

We both laughed, and then kissed.

It was then that I noticed that the roof resembled a rose garden. The table was set with the good china and silver, and Nat King Cole was playing on the stereo. Now I knew. He was going to propose to me!

As if he could read my mind he said, ‘Mike, I know you’ve figured something out by now, but humor me and pretend you haven’t. I might still have a surprise or two up my sleeve.’

‘Everything looks so beautiful.’ I said to change the subject. ‘I actually got a hard on when I saw you standing there in that tux.’

David laughed. ‘I did too when I saw you.’

The dinner was wonderful. David and I reminisced about that first day in the locker room and all the good times we had had together all year. After desert, James brought out a bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses. David got up, stood in front of me, and got down on one knee.

‘Mike,’ he paused. ‘I had a romantic speech all memorized. I must have rehearsed it a hundred times this week, but I can’t remember a word of it now. I’ll just have to speak from my heart. Mike, you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. We fell in love at first sight, and we’ve already been through more together than a lot of people go through in a lifetime. You’re the only one in the world I could ever imagine spending my life with. If you’ll marry me, I promise that I’ll devote the rest of my life to making you happy. Mike, I love you. Will you marry me?’

‘Dave, my life began the day I met you. You’re my soul mate, my one true love, and the only guy I would ever want to spend my life with. I’ll devote the rest of my life to making you happy, too. Yes, I’ll marry you.’

David reached into his pocket and withdrew a velvet box. He opened it, and inside was the most beautiful ring I ever saw. The diamond must have been at least two carets.

‘This ring belonged to my father, and I’ve never worn it. I’ve saved it for the love of my life.’ He put the ring on my finger and we kissed.

‘How do you feel about short engagements?’ He asked.

‘The shorter the better,’ I said.

‘There are no rules about two men getting married. We don’t need anybody to perform the ceremony; the government and the church won’t recognize it anyway. We can’t live together full time until you graduate from high school and turn eighteen, and we could renew our vows then, if we want a wedding with all the trimmings. I would like to marry you now. All we have to do is make our vows to each other, and I bought these at Tiffany’s.’ He pulled another box out of his pocket containing two simple gold bands.

‘Marry me now, Dave.’ I said with tears in my eyes.

He took my hands in his.

‘I David, take you, Michael to be my wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, to love, honor, and cherish, forsaking all others as long as we both shall live.’

‘I Michael, take you, David to be my wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, to love, honor, and cherish, forsaking all others as long as we both shall live.’

David put the ring on my finger and said, ‘With this ring, I thee wed.’

I put the other ring on David’s finger and said, ‘With this ring, I thee wed.’ We kissed.

‘Let’s have some champagne.’ David said.

David opened and poured the champagne.

‘My name is Michael Donovan!’ I said with wonder in my voice.

‘You want to take my name?’ He asked, visibly moved.

‘If you’ll let me; I can’t legally change it until I’m eighteen, but I do want to.’

‘It’s the best wedding present you could have given me. I’d be honored to share my name with you.’ He said. ‘I have one more surprise for you.’

‘Oh Dave, another surprise? In less than fifteen minutes, I’ve been proposed to, been engaged, gotten married and changed my name. What else could you possibly have in store for me?’

He handed me an envelope. I opened it and saw two first class tickets to England aboard the QE2.

‘You didn’t think I forgot, did you? I promised you a voyage to England for our honeymoon back on our first date. I’m finally going to see those stars in your eyes.’

‘Dave, it would be my dream come true, but my parents will never let me go!’

David smiled. ‘I would never have given you those tickets if I wasn’t sure. I asked my mother to call your mother and invite you for the summer. Your mother said yes.’

I just stared at him in a state of shock. David smiled, lit two cigarettes like Paul Henreid in Now Voyager, and handed me one.

‘Oh, Dave!’ I exclaimed as I flew into his arms and kissed him. He laughed.

‘My little brother can’t wait to meet us. He thinks we’re cowboys because we’re American.’

‘YOU A COWBOY!’ I laughed uncontrollably.

‘Hey, you’re not exactly John Wayne either, you know.’ He laughed.

‘We can’t disappoint him.’ I said. We’ll have to buy a couple of cowboy hats and western shirts and wear them the first time we meet him. Hey, that’s the first time I ever heard you call him your brother or even speak kindly about him.’

‘Now that I know you’ll never leave me, I’ve been able to let go of my anger. None of what happened to me is his fault, and I’d like to have a little brother.’

‘I never knew I could be this happy!’ I said.

‘The only way I could be any happier is if it was three years from now, you had my name, and we could live together full time.’ David said.

I thought of the last line of Now Voyager and smiled. I couldn’t resist.

‘Oh Dave, don’t let’s ask for the moon. We have the stars.’

The End

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Hi Everyone,

I hope everyone had a nice Christmas and a New Year, and were now back to reality, more school work and exams, which is ‘great’.

This story im gonna tell you is a true story, this happened when i was in Year9. Back then, i havent really though of my bisexuality, i thought it was one of those ‘confusing’ moments of your life, but I was wrong.This story im gonna tell doesnt have any cock sucking scenes or fucking, its one of those first time passionate kiss and hug from a person who you thought to be a complete jerk.

The year was 2008, and it was September, everyone was walking to school and it was a bright sunny day, but rather cold. I was excited to see everyone since i didnt go out much during the summer vication, I had other things going on which was a total bummer for me. As i got to school, everyone was hugging their friends, glad to see their friends i suppose. My school buddies are waiting for me outside the cafeteria, and i ran straight to them and gave them all hugs and high fives (And yes, its normal to give hugs to boys, people who think who doesnt..well, they have problems) This particular person im gonna talk about is called George, well lets see, lemme describe him:

*Hes very handsome

*Great Body

*Manly voice

*very tall

*good sense of humour

To me, this was the perfect package. But since i dont get along with him that much, we dont really speak and hang-around with each other. Hes more interested playing football with the other guys around the school campus. As the months go by, his behaviour started to change, he acted more like a jerk to everyone, he became so arrogant and he thinks that every single girl should have sex with him. I too was treated by him really bad, got nasty comments which made me really upset and almost to the point of crying, he started calling me names such as FAG,Homo etc. At that point, i realised he was a total jerk, first i thought he was only acting like that since hes got new friends.

Then again, it was New Year 2009, my friend has invited me to come to his New Years party at his Auntie’s Hotel. By 8pm everyone started turning up and the drinking sessions began, I noticed a guy near the bar counter and to my shock, it was George, he stood there wearing a tight tank top and dark blue jeans. He looked great and he had his hair done too. I walked to the bar counter to get some drinks for my friends and as soon as i walked passed him, i gave him a very faint smile, i didnt wanna act like a jerk, and it was New Year so i was trying to be nice despite the things that he did to me. He also smiled back to me, which made me melt inside but i refrained myself from reacting back.

I got the drinks and i walked back to my friend’s table. The time was 12:00, to welcome the new year, my other friends went outside to see the fireworks display which was arranged by my friend’s auntie. I didnt go out since i was too cold and kinda dizzy at the same time, As i looked across the room, theres this one guy staring at me, yep you guessed it right, its George. He walked up to my table and started talking to me. He was asking if i needed company and i told him im alright. But he insisted of staying, so i just let him. After that, there was a long silence, but he then started speaking. First, he apologised to me because he was acting like a jerk, he told me that he didnt mean to say those harsh words. I told him its ok and its all in the past now.

Now, the next thing he did was he leaned forward against me (which made me very confuse, not knowing what hell do next) and then he kissed my lips slowly and gently. I was very shocked about what he did, so i ran out of the hotel. As i walk out, he chased after me and said sorry. He finally confested that he treated me badly because he had feelings for me and he wanted to get rid of it. I was very touched and he was crying at the same time.

We both hugged each other really tight, sharing the warmth of our body. (and i must say, i felt his awesome abs LOL!). That night, he asked me if i wanna spend the night with him at his house and welcome the new year together. We walked home that night holding hands, hugging and kissing. I said he had a good sense of humor right? We continued walking and he hugged me again and said ‘Well you can finally touch my bulge now! Hehe! i know that you’ve been staring at it every P.E lesson!’ i told him to dream on and laughed at the same time.

Guys, i hope you enjoyed this story, i know it wasnt about fucking and sucking, but for me, it was one of those rare passionate moments, one which i will treasure forever.

Thank You for reading, and George, if you’re reading this, It’s me, Han, your old friend, i miss you..

Journal Entry 6/12

Jim has been exceedingly obedient.  I thought that once the novelty had worn off and his passions quenched, he would revert to his usual butch self.  Well, the novelty may have worn off, but his passions are far from quenched.  Sometimes I feel as though I’m being scorched alive by his flames.  In reality, I know that I am burning in my own conflagration.  I have unearthed a molten core of lust deep within me that threatens to consume the crust of my persona as your average college student.

I confess that in my calmer moments I’m apprehensive about the kind of person I’m becoming. I brood over the things I’ve done to Jim, the way I’ve treated him, not able to fully accept that these deeds were done by me. It’s easier to think that, in the heat of passion, I’m possessed by a lustful spirit, a sadistic demon. Who am I kidding?

I’ve avoided Jim for the past three days, commanding him not to call or come by. I cringe when I think of what I did the last night I spent with Jim. I don’t want to think about it, write about it, but I must. I’ve kept myself busy to avoid this, but I know I have to put this down on paper and get it out of my head. I have to come to grips with it.

Jim was waiting for me when I hiked out of the woods and entered the bald summit of the hill. He was dressed in his best suit:  the slacks, tie, and jacket all black. His shirt was pristine white. He was waiting by the front entrance, kneeling on the porch. I saw him glance my way when I stepped on a twig, and he immediately lowered his forehead to the floor. I hadn’t given these instructions to him when I informed him that morning that I would stop by. I had only said that since I would have to arrive later in the day, I wanted him to prepare dinner and dress nicely, none of this black-and-white formal dress and kneeling and bowing. We’ve had very passionate moments together but little quality time getting to know each other. I thought a dinner and some talking would be in order.

I stepped up to the porch and stopped in front of Jim’s bowed head. ‘Thank you for coming, master,’ he said. People say black is slimming, but, from my vantage point standing over him, he looked like a giant black ball except for his shiny pate. I could see the curves of his buttocks. Seeing them, memories of the last time I fucked him flickered through my mind. I felt the heat rising in my gut, my cock hardening. This isn’t why you came to Jim tonight, I reminded myself.

With a deep breath to steel my resolve, I said, ‘I want you to get up, Jim. We will dine together and spend the night talking. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, master.’ Jim pushed himself to his feet, his head bowed down. He has an issue about looking down on his master so he stares at his feet. Or perhaps he was staring at the tent in his crotch. Boxers and formal slacks do very little to hide a man’s erection. He held open the door for me, following me in.

A small dining table for two was beautifully laid out with white linen, silver candle stands with white candles, fine china, real silverware, and a centerpiece of myriad flowers. ‘This is amazing, Jim.’ I was truly astonished. He thanked me in a quiet voice. He begged me to sit and brought over bowls of mixed green salad. I had meant to engage him in discussions but suddenly found myself famished and hesitant. I started eating. Jim followed my lead. I told him the salad was excellent. He thanked me and then brought bowls of cream of mushroom soup, very smooth and tasty. Again I complimented him, he thanked me and brought the main course, medium rare steak with steamed asparagus and roasted fingerling potatoes. I ate greedily. The last course was a peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream. Jim begged my pardon for not making the ice cream from scratch.

‘Did you make all the courses yourself, Jim?’ I asked, surprised. He had made a few things before but nothing as extraordinary as that night’s meal.

‘Yes, master.’ He gazed at his empty plate.

‘Look at me, Jim. It’s hard to converse with someone who won’t make eye contact.’ I didn’t hide my irritation.

‘I’m sorry, master,’ he apologized miserably and raised his head. I noticed then that he had shaved his mustache and beard. He had a fine jaw. His smooth, clean skin made his entire face glow in the candlelight. He was beautiful.

‘I like you like this, clean-shaven. Now, when did you learn to cook?’

‘Thank you, master. I will keep my face shaved from now on, master. And I learned to cook after I got out of the Marines, almost twenty years ago, master. I went to cooking school and worked as a chef for six years, writing a little when I could. Did you enjoy the meal, master?’

‘I did, very much. Everything was delicious, even the ice cream.’ A wide smile stretched across his face. He was glowing. He made to clear the dishes but I bid him to remain seated. ‘So you were in the Marines? I had thought you had played football before becoming a full time writer.’

‘I did play football in high school and college, master. I could have gone pro but I wanted the greater discipline in the military.’

‘So you’re used to taking orders.’

‘Well, kind of, master. Early on I had to take orders, but as I rose in the ranks I became more accustomed to giving orders. And when I was a chef, I was the boss in the kitchen. Some of my women didn’t care for my need to be in charge, master.’

I laughed, almost spewing the water I had sipped. ‘Oh, if they saw you now.’ He chuckled.

‘So, where did this need to obey come from? Was your father a disciplinarian?’ I was trying to understand how that commanding and bossy man would want to become a slave.

‘My father was firm but not a disciplinarian, master. He actually played pro football when I was a boy and later became a coach. But he was mostly laid-back.’ He fell silent and squinted his eyes, thinking. ‘Master, I don’t know where this need comes from. Nothing in my earlier life hinted at all to this. All I know is that when I saw you that first day at your dad’s, I felt more alive than ever before. I didn’t understand my feelings, master. I just wanted to see you all the time. I wanted to look into your eyes and lose myself. And then when you started to tell me what to do, it was like a light suddenly turned on, and I realized I’ve been in darkness all my life. I want the light, master. I don’t want to go back to the darkness.’

I sat quiet, pondering what Jim had said. My gaze drifted down to the table as I thought this through. To have so much power over a man! I loved Jim. I had no doubts about that. I would not mind relishing my power over him if I didn’t get such a rush from abusing him. Part of me wants to just accept it and enjoy it. But that part of me that believes in decency, respect, and kindness plagues me with guilt after the rush dissipates.

I glanced up to find Jim staring at his plate. Such a powerful man yet so meek. ‘How do you feel when I abuse you?’

Jim’s face shot up. He looked confused. ‘Abuse, master? I don’t understand.’

‘Jim, I’ve caused you physical pain when we have sex. How do you feel when I do that?’

Jim held my eyes for a long while before saying, ‘I think I understand, master. In your eyes, you believe you are abusing me, hurting me, forcing me to do things I would normally never do. You are a good man, master, so naturally you are having difficulties with this. But for me, I experience nothing but ecstasy. Even pain becomes ecstasy for me. When you spank me, master, I feel the stinging pain initially but it quickly transforms into a wave of pleasure that washes my entire being. The transformation is so quick that the pain is gone even as it registers. I love everything you do to me, master.’

I didn’t really understand, but I could see that he was sincere. His eyes begged me to believe him. ‘I’m afraid of how far I would go, Jim. This is all so new to me. I’m afraid I might injure you.’

‘Master, the first time you fucked me, you ordered me to tell you if it hurt. I am still obeying that order, master.  If you do something that truly hurt, I will obey and inform you. Please do not worry too much about it, master.’

I gave Jim a weak smile. He smiled back reassuringly. ‘If I should ever command you to do something that would cause you harm or you’re completely set against doing, you will respectively decline to obey. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, master. And thank you, master.’

I felt better now. My conscience was eased. I relaxed, letting my shoulders drop. I had been so tense. I stared at Jim. He was so handsome in his suit. His luscious red lips stood out more now against his fair skin. His nostrils were flared. I could hear his heavy breathing. All that talk of fucking and spanking must have aroused him. I too was aroused.

I kicked off my trailrunners and rubbed my left foot against his calf. I snaked my right foot across his inner thighs and began kneading his crotch with my toes. Jim spread out his legs for me, breathing heavier. His hard cock was forced to slant off toward his right hip instead of rising straight up. I wanted to play with his cock with my foot but could only reach its base. Without thinking, I ordered, ‘Make it soft!’

‘Yes, master.’ Amazingly, I could feel his cock shrinking till it was completely soft. Wow, I thought. I pressed my toes against his soft cock. The fabric of his slacks was thin and silky. I brought up my left foot to join in the fun. Still his cock remained soft.

‘How are you doing that?’ I asked him.

‘I’m sorry, master. Doing what?’

‘Your dick, Jim. How did you make it soft and how are you keeping it soft?’

‘I’m not doing anything, master. I’m just obeying your command.’ I eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was playing with me. But no, he wasn’t. Hm!

‘Make it hard!’

‘Yes, master.’ His cock grew and strained against the fabric, once again slanting to the right hip. I arched a brow.

‘That is fucking amazing!’ I cried. I was blown away. ‘Soft!’ His dick grew soft. ‘Hard!’ It grew hard. ‘And you’re not doing anything?’

‘No, master. You command and I obey. If you’re looking for an explanation, master, it may just be that my entire being wants so much to obey you.’

Ok, I guess that could be, I thought. ‘Stand up! Soft!’ I bellowed the commands forcefully. Jim bounced up, his crotch a sideways pyramid. Immediately, the pyramid reduced to a bulge. ‘Strip!’ Jim almost ripped his clothes off. I had to tell him to be careful and to lay them out on the back of the chair.

‘Come here!’ I pushed my chair back and turned it out a little. Jim stood naked before me, a massive bear of a man. It was strange seeing his dick soft. It has almost always been hard since that first day. It was time for an experiment. ‘Make it half hard, horizontal.’ His cock grew and rose till the eye faced straight at me. ‘Full hard-on, vertical.’ It grew even more, swinging upward, veins popping out. ‘A little softer, 1 o’clock.’ The difference in size wasn’t noticeable but the angle definitely changed. ‘2 o’clock!’ This time it shrank noticeably, the veins less pronounced. ‘4 o’clock!’ It softened and took on a sweet, rosy hue. ’12 o’clock!’ Jim’s dick swung forcefully up, slamming into his belly. He gasped. ‘Soft!’ It dangled limply, pointing straight down.

‘Very good, Jim. I’m impressed.’

‘Thank you, master.’

‘To make it easier, I’m assigning numbers 0 through 6 for the level of hardness or softness. 0 will be completely soft, as you are now. 6 will be completely hard, vertical. 3 will be half hard, horizontal. Do you follow?’

‘Yes, master.’

‘3!’ His cock was horizontal. I took it in my mouth. ‘Oh, master!’ Jim moaned. It was easier to suck his cock like this. Before, his cock would be so engorged I would have to strain to suck on it. I couldn’t get it all in. Now, I enjoyed its full length, pressing my nostrils into his pubic hair and my chin into his balls. I groped his buns as I sucked, pulling him into my mouth. There was room enough for me to move my tongue, though, even half hard, the tip touched the back of my mouth. I must have sucked for several minutes. Jim was panting now. I could feel the firmness of his balls against my chin. He was getting close. Another experiment.

I released his cock. ‘Jim, you are not to cum unless I command you to cum.’ I looked up into his eyes, expecting to see hesitation, uncertainty. I found adoration and obedience instead. ‘Yes, master.’

‘Good. And I’m assigning letters to denote the intensity of an orgasm. ‘A’ is a gentle ooze and little cum. ‘B’ is a stronger ooze and a more cum. ‘C’ is a couple of squirts and some ooze. ‘D’ is a strong blast with a good amount of cum. ‘E’ is a massive explosion of cum. ‘F’ is well, you’ll basically feel like you’re shooting your guts out.’ I expected Jim to give me an incredulous look as though I had gone out of my mind. I wouldn’t have blamed him. I didn’t really think he would be able to modulate his orgasms.

‘Yes, master.’ Amazing. He didn’t hesitate at all.

Well, time to test it. I resumed sucking on his half-hard cock. I could suck on it for hours. I didn’t but it was a solid twenty minutes at least before I commanded, ‘Count to ten and then cum ‘A’.’ I continued sucking on just the head as Jim counted. As soon as he said ten, I felt a warm wetness on my tongue. It had a very slight salty taste. Jim had let out a long sigh as though he had relieved some tension. Not much semen had leaked out. Fantastic! I’m gonna have so much fun, I thought.

I leaned back and ordered him to turn his ass to me. I had him lean forward and spread out his legs. I examined his hole. It was no longer that tiny pink hole I had first seen days ago. The hole was larger, the sphincter a bit swollen and a darker shade of red. His ass ignites a fire within me. The sight of those round globes and that needy hole roused that demon inside me. I buried my face in his canyon and drove my tongue into the hole, instantly gratified to hear Jim cry out, ‘master!’ I ravaged his anus with my tongue, nibbling on his puckered flesh with my lips. Jim cried out his appreciation.

I slapped my palms against his rump as I ate him, not bothering to start out gently. I slapped to hear flesh clapping loudly against flesh, to feel the shockwave against my cheeks, but mostly to hear Jim cry out, that baritone of his bursting out from his diaphragm through his gaping mouth. I could feel his cries. I lapped at his hole some more and then, instead of slapping, I thrust my hands forward, knocking Jim to the floor, his breath forced out of him. Seeing him spread out with his behind up in the air drove me crazy.  I stood and shoved my shorts and underwear down, kicking them away.

I threw myself on top of him, knocking the air out of him again. I ground my pelvis against the dome of his ass, forcing his legs apart with my knees.  Rearing up on my knees, I slapped both hands down on his butt, making Jim cry out louder, his back arched. ‘Does that hurt, slave!’ I roared. ‘No, master! Thank you, master!’ he cried out breathlessly. ‘How about this!’ I rained down blows after blows as though I was playing bongos like a madman. Jim’s cries started to sound like screams. He couldn’t speak. I stopped only when my hands went numb.

Jim was heaving on the floor, head rolling, back arching, lower legs swinging in the air. He was trying to speak but could only moan. ‘Speak up! I can’t hear you!’ I spanked his ass again. ‘Th…th..than..k…..y.y.yo..u, mmma..ma..stt…er.’ His once fair butt cheeks were now a fiery red, with darker red spots. I had to have his ass!

I reached between his thighs and grabbed hold of his cock, pulling it back towards me. I gripped it hard. ‘4!’ I yelled. I could feel his cock trying to swell in my hand. My grip made it impossible. Jim was gasping, ‘aah…ah.’ I could have shown mercy, but I didn’t. I grabbed hold of his balls with my other hand and squeezed. Jim pushed up from the floor and screamed, a long, gutwrenching scream. I didn’t release either his cock or his balls. I kept on squeezing. Jim lost control of himself. His arms stopped supporting him and fluttered about in the air. He crashed to the floor, banging his head. Even then I didn’t let go. He was still screaming and panting, limbs spasming. If I were in my right mind, I would have realized that he couldn’t tell me if I was hurting him since he couldn’t speak. But I wasn’t. He was mine!

‘D!’ I screamed. His body tensed and arched up, his legs stretched out to their fullest, his face and toes pressed into the floor, his ass the tip of the triangle his body created. I could feel his body quaking. All of his body nearly matched the rouge of his beaten ass. His eyes were shut tight but his mouth screamed a silent scream. There was no breath in him. I let go of his tortured genitals so that the cum may flow, forming a cup with the hand that had gripped his cock. I caught his cum in my hand, some of the hot fluid slipping through the gaps of my fingers. He was a good slave, still obedient.

His orgasm completed, his body dropped to the floor again. He was making mewling sounds. I forced my cum-filled hand between his buttocks and pushed as much of his cum into his anus. I was so hard by then. I forced my dick in all the way, no preambles or stretching. Jim screamed again, which only spurred me on. I stretched out fully across his back, gripping his shoulders, pulling on them to drive myself deeper into him as I thrust my pelvis. As I fucked him, I chanted loudly, ‘You’re mine, slave! I’m gonna fuck your brains out! You’re my fucking bitch! I’m gonna make that cunt of yours hurt for days. Yeah, bitch! Take my cock, you whore! I’ll fill that pussy. Beg for my cum!’

Jim made a great deal of noise but no words were discernible. I was offended. How dare he not obey me! ‘Beg, damn you! Beg for your master’s cum!’ He made even louder noises. I placed the palms of my hands on his shoulder blade and pushed myself up, pressing him down. With the extra leverage, I fucked him harder, my hips slapping his red buns. ‘You’ll take my cum, slave. Fucking slave, fucking whore! Bitch! Cunt! Oh, yeah, it’s cumming. I’m gonna brand you! Burn my mark on your ass! Oh, god.’ I couldn’t see. I was in a haze. All I could feel was the unbearable pressure inside me. It had to break free soon. I wanted Jim to cum with me, not because I wanted him to have an orgasm, but because it enhanced my own. I lowered myself to his back, keeping up the thrusts. I stretched out my chin closer to his ear. ‘F!’

Jim thrust up onto his hands and knees, threw up his head, and roared out a scream unlike any I’ve heard before. I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his thighs. Everything shook. For me, wrapped around his body, it felt as though the very earth was shaking itself apart. I wanted to cry out as thick ropes of cum ripped through my cock, but instead I dug my teeth into Jim’s flesh. I tasted his blood. Jim redoubled his roars.

When I came back to my senses after a couple of minutes, Jim was passed out on the floor. Blood seeped where my teeth had broken his flesh. I was in shock. I threw myself off of him. ‘Jim, are you ok?’ I asked, shaking him. He didn’t reply. I could clearly see that he was breathing. His legs had spread wide when he had collapsed. I could see a large pool of semen, with thick clumps. I looked down to see my shorts were soaked with cum. It wasn’t mine. It was all his. Mine was buried deep inside him.

I tried to revive him to no avail. He was too heavy for me to move. I did what I could for him. I cleaned his wound, applied antibiotic cream, and bandaged it. I wiped up the cum as best I could. Some of it was underneath him and out of reach. As I tried to get in under his legs and crotch, cum started to ooze out from his anus. I bunched up a towel between his legs to soak up the oozing fluid. I placed a pillow beneath his head and an afghan over his body.

Then I threw myself into the shower, curled up on the floor, and sobbed as the water cleansed me.  I was horrified by what I had done and said.  Earlier I had expressed my fear of hurting Jim and then…this.  ‘I’m  so sorry, I’m so sorry,’ I sobbed aloud.  Why did it have to be like this?  Why couldn’t Jim be the daddy and I his young man toy?  It would be so much easier.  He should be fucking my ass!  I’m usually the bottom not the top.  But no, he wants to be the submissive slave.  He begged to be my slave!  He loves it when I fuck him!  And it drives me mad with lust.

I sobbed for a long while in the shower.  Only when the water turned cold did I drag myself out.  I dried off and stumbled down the stairs.  I had to make sure that Jim was ok.  I couldn’t just leave him passed out on the floor.  I tried to wake him again, but he slept on.  I lowered myself down next to him.  ‘I’m sorry, Jim.’  I kept watch in case he stirred.  He didn’t move at all except for his breathing.

After some time, I found my gaze wandering along the length of his body.  The afghan didn’t cover much.  It looked pitifully small draped over Jim’s large frame.  He was so beautiful!  I could feel the warmth emanating from his body.  He looked so vulnerable, prostrate on the floor, legs spread.  I could fuck him as much as I want and he probably won’t even notice, I thought, my dick suddenly erect.

‘NO!’ I cried.  ‘Stop it.  I got to get away from him,’ I muttered to myself.  Stay and I would abuse him again.  I wrote a hasty note on a piece of paper commanding him not to call or come by my dad’s house. I gathered up my backpack and boots and bolted for the door.  Once outside, I allowed myself a couple of minutes to put on another pair of shorts and socks, not bothering with underwear, put on my boots, and strap on my headlamps.

I hiked back to my dad’s place through the dark woods.  I wasn’t scared of the beasts out there.  I was more scared of the beast within me.  I crept in quietly, knowing dad would already be in bed.  I cringed at every noise I made, but I heard dad snoring away when I reached the second floor.  I stole into my room and cried on my bed till I fell asleep.

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This is my first erotic story. I promise more sex comes in latter chapters of the story.

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Andy didn’t like what he was feeling. The feelings he had for Mark were so powerful it made him feel weak. He wanted to do and say so many things to Mark but he was afraid; afraid to lose his best friend. Mark and Andy were best friends since the fourth grade.

Even though they were best friends they were a strange match. Andy was short, average build for a 18 year old, red hair, dressed too formal, very intelligent, and spent too much time indoors. In other words he was a nerd.

Mark in the other hand had the build of a rugby player. He had the body and the personality to make any girl melt in his arms. He had blond, hair, charming smile, and packed a big juicy dick inside those white briefs. Mark loved the outdoors, and was the captain of every school team.

However they did share one thing in common. They both loved to play video games. Their houses were right next to each other, and after school they loved to play together.

One day mark got home late upset that he had lost a basketball game match by only one point. Andy called him over to play video games. Mark thought this was a great way to relieve his stress. Mark didn’t think that he should take a shower first; he packed some clothes and some of his games.

When Mark got to Andy’s house he wouldn’t take off his shoes because of the smell. ‘Hey sorry dude I forgot to take a shower before coming here I hope you’ll let me use your shower.’

Andy started to sweat, the idea that the hunkiest man in the world was going to be showering in his house made him lose his mind for a second.

‘And are you ok man you look like you’re about ready to faint?’ Mark said getting closer to Andy.

‘Yes I’m fine feeling a little weak that’s all, follow me up stairs you can use my bathroom to shower.’ Andy’s bathroom had two rooms one for laundry and another for shower and toilet. ‘Throw your dirty clothes in there I’ll be waiting for you down stairs.’ Andy lied.

Once Mark was in the shower Andy nervously grabbed Marks dirty clothes. First he smelled his T-shirt. Ohh that that smell… sweet sweet smell of cologne mixed with sweat and body odor. Mark had a very distinct smell to him especially after a work out. Andy already got a full hard on by the time he touched Mark’s white boxers. They were so big and they had a yellow spot where the dicks head would lye… And the socks’ smell was so strong he put it up to his nose not even touching it with his nose and he immediately pre-cumed. Andy could not take it anymore he took the underwear and sock to his room.

Andy lay on his bed with Mark’s underwear on his face. And in his hand held marks sweaty yet silky white sock. When Andy pulled his pants down and started stroking his dick with the sock: he was in heaven. He breathed in as deep as he could through Mark’s pee stained boxers. Andy imagined Mark laughing at him at how pathetic he looked right now. Andy imagined Mark spitting on his own foot and pointing to it so that Andy would kneel down and lick it off. He felt so humiliated: A straight-A student masturbating to his best friend who had the reading level of a third grader.

He loved the humiliation he felt. And with that he cumed into Mark’s sock like a little whore. He laid there before he realized that the water from the shower had sloped running and that after he took the boxers off his face his friend was towering over him with a confused look on his face with nothing but a towel on.

To be Continued…

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Summer band had been going on for about two full weeks now. Today we were going to spend only one hour outside and spend two hours inside working on the actual music. I learned quickly that this new school was very different from my old one meaning that the marching technique was completely different.

It was something called military style as opposed to my old school who did corps style marching. But what held my interest more than the marching or even the music for that matter was the dashing first drum major Cody.

I have been spending these past two weeks doing more than marching fundamentals. After summer band I go striaght to the local gym and do a vigorous workout routine. My chest was starting to tone up very nicely. I’ve noticed that most of the guys, including Cody, take off their shirts when the sun’s rays get a little out of hand, so that’s why I decided to bump up my workouts. I would wait for atleast two guys to do it first and then I would join them.

It only took about thirty minutes or so before one guy whose name I think is Mark got rid of his shirt. Cody wasn’t far behind I took a look at every girl in the band look at him with lustful eyes. I still couldn’t get over at how built he was for a guy in high school. I had to tear my eyes away from him before my thoughts got out of hand, I was wearing red athletic shorts so I wouldn’t be able to hide anything if I were to pitch a tent.

I looked down in that direction to make sure I was in the clear before I decided to do anything else. About ten minutes had passed and nothing was happening down there that couldn’t be easily concealed by strategically placing my instrument since we weren’t marching at the moment. I decided to go for it.

I reached for the bottom of my old school shirt that I had cut the sleeves off of to make a shirt to work out in. I tried to draw a little attention to myself by moving my instrument slightly to make a little noise which was when I pulled my shirt over my head. Once I dropped my shirt on the ground I let the wind cool my bare chest and closed my eyes. Once I opened them i began to think that drawing attention might have worked to well because all the girls were now looking at me. I’m not gonna lie it felt kind of good, but there was only one person that I cared about if they were looking at me. But by the time I looked over to Cody’s direction he was blowing his whistle calling the band to attention.

We were only outside for about twenty more minutes and then we went inside to sit and practice our show music. It was mostly fanfares and marches to go along with our military style of marching. I grabbed my shirt and put it back on and wrapped my horn around my shoulders to trudge back to the band hall in the cool indoors. I found my place and got my music in order we were allowed a fifteen minute break to relax before the second half of practice was to begin.

I put my horn down and joined the crowd heading toward the water fountain. I was waiting in line for about five minutes when I felt someone grab my arm and pull me with them. I looked to see who it was as I was about to object when I saw that it was Cody. ‘I know I took you out of line but you’re new and shouldn’t have to suffer with the freshmen.’ He said it with his slight southern accent that kind of amused me. I had no idea what he meant and I’m not sure that I cared. ‘We have kind of a silly initiation here that the freshmen don’t get to know where the other water fountain is until summer band is over and since you are not a freshman you don’t have to worry or wait.’

He was right. There was absolutely no line. I went straight for the water I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. I rarely took time to breath but after about thirty seconds I couldn’t help but feel a little embarassed I got up and was gasping for breath.

‘Thirsty?’

I laughed at his sarcasm and he laughs too and winks at me. He walks past me and takes a drink too. I can’t help but stare at his ass which isn’t my favorite but certainly nothing to be ashamed of. He comes up for breath and I try to look normal but end up looking fidgety instead. He looks at me and winks once again and says, ‘Let’s head up to practice.’

I can’t focus on the music at all the whole two hours we’re practicing and am relieved when we are released to put our instruments up.

It’s not too long when I get a text from my dad saying he’s not going to be able to pick me up until 2:00 which is thirty minutes away. Another wonderful thing to add to Texas, my dad’s job. So I pack my book bag and wait.

‘Hey Jake.’ I don’t have to look to see who it is. ‘what are you stalking me or somehing?’ I ask him he just laughs and asks why I’m waiting. I tell him about my dad’s job and that I have to wait until two o’clock. Then he offers me something I don’t expect. ‘well do you need a ride so you don’t have to wait?’

I’m shocked but it doesn’t take me long to accept his generous offer. I tell him that I have to call my dad and tell him he doesn’t have to pick me up. Cody leads me to a blue pick up truck I know it’s his because by this time it’s the only car in the lot. He unlocks the door and I enter the passenger side. I’m shocked when he enters the truck once again shirtless. This time I get to see his hard chest up close. His abs are quite visible and has a trail of hair that leads down into his cargo shorts, a trail I want to follow so badly. I am so enthralled by his body that I don’t notice him leaning in closer to me. ‘Are you gay Jake?’

I’m silent for what seems like an eternity. ‘I’ve noticed you looking at me these past two weeks and you know what? I’ve noticed you too.’ now my whole body goes limp with anxiety and excitement. ‘Even this morning when you took off your shirt, took you long enough by the way’ I could hear the smile in his voice so I looked at him as he winked at me and leaned in even closer. He put one of his large manly hands on my chest and pushed me against the passenger’s seat and planted his soft warm lips on mine. This was my first kiss and I wanted it to last forever, it literally felt electric as I started to kiss back our lips coming together like one. His hand that was on my chest moved slowly up and around to the back of my head his kissing becoming more forceful. I didn’t want this to get too out of hand and I think he could sense my apprehension and pulled back into his seat. He started smiling and turned the car on. ‘So where do you live Jake?’

we drove about ten minutes and it turned out that we only live about three blocks away from each other. Grabbed my bag and was about to get out when Cody stopped me. ‘I had fun Jake,’ he said with a slight nervous laughter. ‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow if you’d like?’

‘I’d like that’ I said and then I exited the truck and felt him watch me all the way until I entered the house.

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