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  • Senior Year

    The rest of the day goes by quickly. Class after class, hour after hour. It’s all a blur to me. With it being the first day, we only received handouts and lectures about how this year was going to go, but my mind was elsewhere.

    No matter how hard I tried, my mind wouldn’t stop replaying what happened a few hours ago. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The was his face looked, the way he smelled, how big his dick was. Damn. It was huge.

    My mind snaps back to reality as Dalton grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling me out of the road right before a car drives by us. My eyes start to focus back to where I am and what I’m doing.

    Dalton: Dude, what the hell? Did you not see that car coming?

    Me: Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something.

    Dalton: I see. Who is she?

    Me: What?

    Dalton: The girl. The one you’re thinking about. Who is she?

    Me: Who says I’m thinking about a girl?

    Dalton: Look down.

    I place down and stare at my jeans in embarrassment. I’m completely hard and anyone could easily see that. I cover up and pick up the pace towards the parking lot.

    Me: Oh, uh, you don’t know her.

    Dalton: Well, whoever she is, she must be fucking perfect to get you walking into traffic.

    Me: Yeah, well, I’ve got to, uh, get home and finish up some stuff. Later.

    I reach my car and sling my backpack into the trunk. As I reach the drivers door, I notice someone standing a few feet to my right. It’s him. Derek.

    I freeze. My whole body shudders at the sight of him. What the fuck is happening to me? I barely know this guy, and he’s all I’ve thought about today.

    He walks over towards me as I reach for my keys. I’ve got to get out of here. I unlock the car and quickly open the door. Just as I sit down and reach to close it, his hand stops it.

    Derek: Hey, man.

    Me: H-hi. I’m l-late.

    Derek: Late to what?

    My mouth opens, but no words come out.

    Derek: Thought so. I won’t be long. I just wanted to give you this.

    He hands me a sticky note and I reach for it. The moment our skin touches my heart pounds in my chest. I get a chill over my body and take the note from his grasp. I look down to read it.

    ‘Here’s my number. Don’t be a stranger.’

    I look up and he’s gone. I click on my seatbelt and rush to get home. I take all the shortcuts I can think of, and reach my house in half the time I usually do.

    I burst into the house, and head upstairs. I’m thankful mom and dad are gone, because I couldn’t explain why I’m in a rush.

    I open my door and lay on my bed. My mind spins and spins until I can’t take it anymore. I scream a frustrated yell and close my eyes. I notice some pressure in my jeans and stare at my boner. This isn’t happening to me. I like girls. I like girls. I like girls. Not guys. This is just a mistake. Not real. This can’t be.

    I head to the kitchen and grab the closest alcohol bottle I can find. I drink until there is no more liquid running down my throat. I ignore the burn and find another bottle, repeating the process until the liquor is gone. 

    I head upstairs and sit on the side of my bed. I can already start to feel the effects of the juice. My head feels heavier and heavier until I feel nothing. I remember laying back, and then I remember nothing.

    I awake to the voice of my yelling parents. I lunge my body forward, unaware of what’s happening. I try to focus my eyes on them, on the sound of their voices, but I can’t. Everything is mixed together. There voices blur into unrecognized sounds. I pick out the words ‘disappointed’ and ‘punishment’. I lie back down and hear my bedroom door slam shut.

    My brain feels like it’s too big for my head. I groan as I roll over and my arm touches something rough. I reach my hand for it and grab a crumbled up piece of paper. It’s the note from Derek.

    I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I unlock and enter the number into it. I start typing a message and hit send.

    Me: It’s James.

    I wait a few minutes, but there’s no reply. I try to sit up again and instantly regret it. I rush towards the bathroom and vomit into the toilet. I rest my head on the tile floor as darkness takes over my vision.

    I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I sit up a little easier than before, but my senses are still a little fucked up. I reach for my phone across the bathroom floor and see Derek wanting to video chat.

    I stare at the screen, unsure whether to answer now that the alcohol is starting to loose its grasp on me. I slide the phone to answer and his face pops up.

    Derek: Damn, you look bad. Are you drunk?

    Me: Possibly.

    Derek: I would’ve replied to your message, but I was at practice. Why didn’t you go?

    Me: Shit, I completely forgot about it. Coach is going to kick my ass.

    Derek: Nah, I told him you had something come up at home. He seemed to believe me.

    Me: Why would you cover for me?

    Derek: Why not? You’re cute and I could see you were a little freaked before.

    Me: You think I’m cute?

    Derek: Oh, yeah. Your face is perfection, and you have a killer body from what I’ve seen.

    Me: Look, I don’t know what this is, but it’s got to –

    Derek: It’s two guys talking. What else would it be?

    Me: I don’t know, but I’m not –

    Derek: Gay? Yeah, I know. You looked like you were about to shit yourself after what happened.

    Me: Are you?

    Derek: Am I what?

    Me: You know, gay?

    Derek: I don’t like to label myself.

    Me: You liked what happened, though?

    Derek: I didn’t mind it, you seemed to like it.

    Me: No, I did not like it.

    Derek: Your dick seems to think differently. You were completely hard when we touched, and you were hard when I saw you by your car. I’ve been on your mind.

    Me: Uh, n-no. You haven’t –

    Derek: Chill, dude. I’m not going to tell anyone. What happened between us stays between us. You’ve been on my mind, too.

    Me: I have?

    Derek: Yep. Especially that dick.

    Me: Dude, I’m straight.

    Derek: You ever been with a guy?

    Me: No, and I don’t plan to.

    Derek. Nothing wrong with experimenting. Look at this.

    His camera goes down and I get a look at his body. He’s laying in bed and he’s shirtless. I can see his entire chest and stomach. The view cuts off right below his navel. I stare in a daze. His chest is well defined, with no hair on it at all. His abs look like rocks and I can see the top of his v-cut. The camera goes lower until I can see his pubes.

    Derek: Should I stop?

    Me: Please. I can’t do this.

    Derek: Can’t do what?

    Me: This. Whatever it is.

    Derek: What is it?

    Me: I don’t know.

    Derek: Whatever it is, I don’t want to stop.

    The camera goes back up to his face. He closes his eyes as a moan escapes his lips.

    Me: What the fuck are you doing?

    Derek: Jerking off. What else? You make me so horny. Just looking at you gets me hard.

    Me: Well, stop.

    Derek: Can’t. I’m about to cum.

    I hear Derek grunt. He moans louder and louder as shot after shot of his white juice hits his face. I can’t take my eyes off the screen, and I notice his eyes directly on mine as he spews his load. His moans start to quiet down as his breathing goes back to normal.

    Derek. That felt great. Your turn.

    Me: No. I’m not doing this.

    Derek: You will. I don’t care how long I have to wait. See you later, stud.

    My phone goes black as he hangs up. I look down and see my dick hard as steel. Am I getting turned on by him? No. I can’t be.


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  • Who Knew?

     Who Knew?

    We like to play fantasy games, my wife Haley especially gets off on this much more than I do. She enjoys lots of different scenarios but one of her favorites was being tied to the bed, blindfolded, then I’m to pretend to be a stranger roughly ‘taking her.’ I’ve even mastered several different accents to try to make it more realistic for her.

    Who would have ever thought that ‘play-acting’ would get us into so much trouble?

     It all started with her latest fantasy of being a prostitute and being paid for her services. She had me at various times be a businessman, a sailor, a ditch digger etc. One night after going to the movies, we stopped into a bar for a drink before heading home. I had to run to the restroom so Haley went to the bar alone. The bar was quite empty so I thought she’d be OK. When I came out the restroom she was sitting at the bar on a high stool and showing a lot of thigh.

    As I approached her she said, “Hello stranger, you want to buy me a drink?”

    I could tell right off that she’d gone into her ‘prostitute’ role. She’d never done this outside of our bedroom before and it was kind of hot. So to humor her I went along with the game.

     ”Hi Baby! I want to buy something but it isn’t a drink.”

    ”Oh Yeah! You like what you see?” she replied as she hiked her skirt even higher.

     ”Mmmmm…mmmmmm! Sure do. I wouldn’t mind buying a slice of your pie,” I said, licking my lips.

    Suddenly, the manager and the bartender grabbed me from behind and one of them said, “We don’t like our customers bothered by you perverts.”

     Then, completely ignoring my protests, they frog marched me to the door and threw me out. I was fully expecting Haley to follow me outside. After 5-minutes I decided to go back into the bar to see why she hadn’t joined me.

    I was surprised to see the bar empty and a different guy behind the bar.

     ”I’m looking for my wife,” I said.
     .
     ”Ain’t been no women in here tonight, except for the whore,” answered the new bartender.

     ”That’s my wife you’re talking about,” I snapped angrily. “Where is she?”

     ”Who? The whore, she’s in the office paying her dues,” he laughed.

     Just then the other bartender returned. “OK Brian, you can have a turn with the slut now, I’ll watch the bar.” Then to me, “Yes Sir, what can I … Oh it’s you. What you’re doing back in here?”
     .
     ”I’ve come to get my wife,” I said as I followed Brian the bartender.
     .
     ”She sure is a tasty slut and she fucks good too,” he shouted after me as I turned into a dark passageway. I could hear moaning that was unmistakably Haley in full orgasm. As I got to the office door, the manger was groaning as he was shooting his load into my lovely Haley, who was lying on the desk with her legs over his shoulders.
     .
     I could see cum oozing out of Haley as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She had her eyes closed and was obviously enjoying the experience. Seeing another man inserting his cock into my wife and knowing that he was the third cock she was having and cum dripping from her into a pool on the floor, I couldn’t help but get a terrific erection.
     .
     It was such an exciting scene that I couldn’t resist getting my dick out and stroking it. I never thought I could be so ‘turned on’ just by watching.
     .
     As the manager passed me on his way out of the office, he said, “What a great little fuck. You can bring her back here anytime.”

     I just ignored him and went over to Haley, I started playing with her breasts and sucking her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked right at me. Then smiling she said, “Let me suck on your cock.”

     I didn’t need asking twice. I was so turned on that as soon as her lips closed around my shaft and I started moving I started to shoot cum down her throat just as Brian was shooting into her lovely pussy. When he finished, he just callously pulled out and left the office. When we were alone, Haley moaned, “I need to cum again, lick me, suck my clit.”

    Even though I’d just cum, I was still hard rock and still ‘very’ turned on. I didn’t hesitate to kneel down and bury my face in her sloppy cum soaked pussy. Eagerly I licked, sucked and slurped away at her loveliness, making her cum and cum. My hard cock was sticking out and bouncing about with my movements’.
     .
     Just then I heard laughing. The 3-men were standing in the doorway watching, laughing and pointing at me. They had even brought a young barmaid along to watch and she was joining in the laughter. I felt totally humiliated when the manager said, “Will you look at that. He’s licking our cum out of the whore’s pussy.” Then as he un-zipping his fly, he chuckled, “If he likes to lick it out of her pussy, I’ll bet he’d like it even better straight from the tap.”

    Stunned, I watched as the manager advanced menacingly towards me and swung his prick teasingly in my face. It was a medium sized dick just a little smaller than my own. I marveled in the warmth that was radiating off of it. I could feel it even though it was inches from my face. Without him speaking, I knew what he both wanted and expected. I’d never done anything like this before and I was suddenly scared to death. Fearfully, I reached out and with a shaking hand grasped his cock. Then started to slowly stroke it up and down.  I heard a groan, then I realized that it was coming from me.  

    The musky smell of the manager’s balls drew me in like a magnet. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue as I prepared to taste my first cock. Timidly I kissed the head of his cock and ran my tongue around the head. I stopped and looked at it for a minute. All of a sudden my lips were wrapped around it and I was sucking a cock. A manly, hard, cum filled cock…and I liked it. I licked again at the head and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked as much of its length into my mouth as I could. I pumped my fist up and down the shaft as I sucked at the head. Then as I took its length into my mouth again, I felt the cock grow and knew his orgasm was approaching. I reveled in the power of this cock and I wanted it to explode. I wanted it his cum, I craved it. Then I got my wish. I felt the first blast of cum hit my tongue and I liked the salty flavor.  As the second blast of cum filled my mouth I gagged trying to swallow it all. 

    To my amazement, I was on my knees in the bar office, sucking Brian the bartender’s cock. Two days prior, if you’d have asked me if I would ever suck a cock, I would have said that you were crazy and that I wasn’t gay. Yet, here I was, sucking this cock as if my very life depended on it. And I was relishing in the excitement of it all. It was almost as if I was breaking some long-time taboo. I wasn’t proud of what I was doing this night. In fact, I was downright embarrassed. It was then that I realized that it was the humiliation that was the really BIG turn-on. I was kneeling in a pool of cum, licking and sucking a cock while being laughed at. I’d never felt such a tremendous thrill in my life.

    For the next few minutes I was a cock-sucking whore, bobbing my head up and down on Brian’s rock hard dick. As I sucked and licked, I felt Brian take a strong controlling grip of my hair and yank me back away from his cock. Before I could grasp the situation, I felt the warm ‘splat’ of his hot cum on my face. The first thought that came was what if someone I knew saw me with another man’s cum on my face. The next instant I was opening my mouth and reaching out with my tongue to grab the cum that was slowly flowing down from my cheekbone toward my lips. Just as I tasted the first drop of his hot, creamy cum the next load hit my lips and chin. 

    With Brian’s cum coating my lips, I looked up at my wife to gauge her reaction. I needn’t have worried. The barmaid had taken Haley’s place on the desk and Haley was down on her knees between the barmaid’s legs with her head under her skirt making slurping noises. 

    I have no idea where he came from, but when I turned my head back around a Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his cock was only about an inch or 2-from my face. I was so surprised that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, he grabbed my hair and feed me his cock. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum. naturally he didn’t let go of my hair until I swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and moved away. 

    Taking his place was a guy with his pants around his knees and his big dick hanging out. Like the Hispanic, without a work he pulled me forward and feed me his cock. As I closed my lips around it, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw a couple of other guys were crowding in the door so they could watch me sucking cock. Even as embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was a little turned on by the all the attention. When I finished off this guy, I looked up and a black guy was taking his place. By now I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his cock, I grabbed it and feed it to myself.      

    I’d never seen a black cock before, so once I got it in my hand I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes off it. His cock was so big and black that I was awe struck. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It was pulsing with a life of its own. I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned forward I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. It, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma.  I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.  

    Even with both hands wrapped around the base, I still had more than a mouth full of black dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length. 

    I was such a bigoted homophobic that even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was sucking a cock, much less a black one. What was worse I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a shred of southern white boy dignity, I thought to myself, “I may be sucking his black cock, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth.” I might have been thinking no, no, but the black guy had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his cock swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his cock out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his cockhead, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum crashing against the back of my throat as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.     

    I couldn’t believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there with the black guy’s cock in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. In the last few minutes I’d turned queer and started sucking cocks. To make matters worse I was sucking a black cock. By southern Bible belt standards being a queer was an abomination, but sucking a black cock was about as low as white boy you could sink. But, as I knelt there slurping up black guy’s cum, I didn’t care what southern Baptists thought. All I knew was that I was sucking a big black cock and loving every minute of it.    

    Before they let me up off my knees I’d sucked off the original 2 bartenders and the manager plus 2-guys that had come in later to watch. I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked in the bar to buy a beer not to get their cocks sucked. Neither one of them seemed to mind though.             

    Red faced with embarrassment, I took my still naked wife’s Haley’s arm and we ran the gauntlet of laughter as we rushed across the bar and out the door and to our car. 

    As I drove along with a smug look on my face and a belly full of cum, I thought about what had just transpired.  I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut she was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to guys sucking cocks, too. After all we could be just as big, if not bigger sluts than a girl.              

    A couple of days after the ‘train pulling’ experience, I stopped back in at bar under the pretext of getting Haley’s clothes back. There were only about 3-guys in the place, when I timidly I walked in and sat down at the bar. I hung my head in embarrassment when I realized that the Hispanic guy from the other night was sitting 4-stools over from me. I was too embarrassed to see if any of the others were there. I almost died of embarrassment when the bartender walked up and laughed, “Well, well, look who’s her. It’s our little Nancy-boy back for another back room session?”

    Unable to look him in the face, because I was thinking about how good his cock had felt in my mouth, I stammered, “No I came back to get my wife’s clothes back.”

    Still laughing, he told me, “Let me make sure everyone has a beer and I’ll get them for you.”

    While he was serving beer down at the far end of the bar, I heard the door open. When I looked around, I saw a stocky bastard come in and set down at the bar and start talking to the Hispanic guy.  It was soon obvious that they were talking about me because they turned, looked at me, and then as the bartender joined them they talked a little more.  

    When they finished talking, the stocky bastard turned towards me. Then with a nasty leer on his face, unzipped his pants. With his cock hanging out, he moved towards me. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was. He was very proud of it; too, because when he got in front of me, he held it up in front of my face so that I could admire it. It amazed me that such an obvious ass-hole has such a beautiful cock. It was about 8 or 9-inches long, very fat, and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. My knees got weak and I was his the moment he gave me a nasty sneer, and ordered me to, “On your knees and open your mouth.”  

    His cock was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his cock wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.              

    Not only did he have a big fine cock, but he also knew how to get it sucked. As he held my hair and pumping his huge cock in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my cock, you little fagot” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a queer, a fagot, and a cocksucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his cock swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He was an animal. He didn’t release my hair until I not only had I swallowed his load of cum, but until I’d licked his cock clean enough for him to put away.              

    As usual, all the other guys had crowded around us so they could watch me suck the bastard’s big cock.  The Hispanic guy actually stood there and discussed my cock sucking ability with the bastard while I was sucking him off. When the bastard was cumming in my mouth, one of the other guys even held my head so they’d be sure that I swallowed his whole hot load of cum. 

    The guy holding my head was so excited that as soon as the bastard finished cumming, he moved in front of me and offered me his already hard cock. While I was sucking him off, the Hispanic guys and one of the guys from the end of the bar got in line for a turn. 

    I guess the big bastard realized how submissive I was for dominant males, because after I sucked everyone off, he demanded my name, address and phone number.  After that, anytime he wanted his cock sucked, all he’d have had to do was call me and TELL me when he was coming over. When he came over, not only would I suck his cock, but after she saw how big it was Haley my wife would fuck him. For a couple of years, until his company transferred him out of state we were virtually his sex slaves. He was always bringing friends and clients by for service. If I wasn’t home, Haley would fuck and suck them. If she weren’t home, I’d suck them off. If we were both home we’d do it together. Either alone or with friends he’d come by 2 or 3-times a week to be serviced. 

    Haley and I grew to love being his sex slave, available on demand. We loved it so much that we eventually moved to Ft. Worth just to be nearer to him so he could come over more often. We now not only lived about ten minutes away, so if his wife sent him to the grocery store, he could stop by for a quick blowjob. On his orders I started to wear panties and Haley started to wear men’s jockey shorts. I couldn’t believe how hot Haley looked in a pair of ‘fuck-me’ stiletto heels and a pair of guy’s jockey shorts or how hot she thought I was in a pair of panties. After the bastard would go home, we’d fuck our brains out. 

    With Haley’s blessings I was free to explore my feminine side as much as I wanted too. I even started wearing nightgowns.  When I’d get home at night, I’d shower, shave, and put on a pair of clean white granny panties and a frilly gown before going to bed. I don’t know what it was, but there was just something about white granny panties and a frilly gown that made me feel feminine.

    The end…


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  • Deer Camp

    Deer Camp

    Part 3

    Day Three

    The next day, a couple more guys were staying in.They had their deer and were not of a mind to go out in the cold woods again.

     I was a little disappointed.

    I had dreams of Ray making good on his bet.It did not seem likely with more guys around.

    I had not counted on Ray.

    Ray announced that morning , he was going to go into town to get a few things.He asked me if I wanted to ride along, giving me an intense look.Hoping that was a cue, I agreed to go along.

    After we piled into his Wrangler, we drove for quite a ways without talking.

    Ray kept looking over at me like he wanted to say something, then looked away.

    Finally he broached the subject on his mind.

    ” That shiner you’re sporting?”” Yeah, what about it?”” Your Dad?”

    I bit my lip.  No way was I going to rat out my Dad to Ray. For all our differences, he was still family, and Ray wasn’t.It really wasn’t any of Ray’s business.

    I guess my silence was answer enough.

    Ray reached out a big mitt and placed it on my arm.

    ” I get it, none of my business.” He sighed” It’s just that some times your Dad talks a bit much, when he’s tied one on.”

    I looked at Ray with narrowed eyes, but kept quiet.

    He sighed again.” I know he thinks you are turning into a pansy boy.”I frowned.” I’m  also  pretty sure he thumps on you quite a bit.”I clenched my jaw, not wanting to go there.

    He ran his hand up my arm to cup the back of my neck.” I just want you to know I don’t think you’re a sissy! And well, if you ever need someone to talk to I’d be glad to listen.”I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

    Also I was a bit distracted by the feel of his big warm hand on the back of my neck.The hand that he seemed in no hurry to move.Just the feel of that hand was making my jeans feel way too tight.  Part of me wanted him to leave it there, part of me wanted him to take it away.This was all too personal, all of a sudden.

    Suddenly he sighed, gave my neck a little shake and put his hand back on the wheel.  ” Maybe I should start callling you Bull!”While I was a bit sorry he removed his hand, I was mostly uncomfortable with the turn of conversation.I think Ray sensed that, as he turned the conversation to lighter topics.

    When we got to town, Ray stopped in at the liquor store.Then the General Store/ Pharmacy.  I just tagged along.  I figured I had just enough cash left to get home.  Nothing left for extra spending.

    We got back underway.

    We rode for quite a while, when Ray suddenly turned up a side road. As we bumped over a rutted dirt track, I looked at Ray questioningly.He just grinned and said ” Don’t worry. buddy, I’m not lost!”

    Finally we pulled into a pretty little glade, next to a small stream.

    Ray looked out over the glade.

    ” I own this parcel too.  Always thought about building up here to retire.”

    We sat quietly for a while.  Took in the view.  Although most of the leaves had fallen, there was still enough color left to hint at fall splendor.

    After a period of silence, I dug in my jacket pocket and came up with a doob and a lighter.I gave Ray a questioning look.  He just smiled and nodded.I lit up, took a drag.  Passed it to Ray.   We passed the joint between us in companionable silence. 

    I was feeling relaxed and melllow, and as usually the case, horny.  ( Hey, I was after all only eighteen at the time!)

    Then he  scooted around until he was facing me.” Nice and private here.”  He grinned.” Good place for paying off poker bets!”

    I was flabbergasted.Suddenly it dawned on me, this where Ray was  getting us away from the other men, so he could finish his bet.

    ” Why don’t we get in the back seat, Rusty?”I just looked at him.” We could do this outside, but it’s pretty fucking cold out there.  I don’t care to freeze my balls off!”

    Realizing he was seriously going to let me fuck his furry butt, had me scrambling to get in the back.Ray was with me almost as fast, just pausing to grab the small bag he’d gotten at the store.Once in the back seat we sat facing each other.

    Ray began to shimmy out of his clothes. I followed suit.  In the close quarters of the back seat,  arms and legs kept banging into each other.Soon we were  naked, facing each other.

    I was kneeling between Ray’s legs, he was laying back against the door, his big cock sticking straight up in the air.I ran my hands slowly up those hairy legs, enjoying the feel of soft hair against my palms.I stroked the inside of his thighs, almost into his groin, stopping just short.Ray was watching my hands intently. He frowned as I stopped short of his rock hard cock.

    It was jerking in tandem with his pulse.

    Then I reached out and ran a finger down the length.  He hissed in encouragement . When I reached the base, I kept running down until I could cup his balls with my hand. 

    Ray groaned.   I began to knead his stones, rolling them around in their hairy pouch. I stretched his dangles out.  Ray , eyes closed, moaned again. It would seem Ray was not adverse to a bit of ball stretching.

    I ran my other hand over his straining nine inch tool.  His hips gave a little lurch.  I found a drool of precum at the lips of his cockhead. I smeared it onto my palm, then began to rub my palm over the fat pink head.Ray’s hips were squirming around, his breathing coming faster.  He had his lower lip clenched in his teeth.  I know it felt like exquisite torture on my dick head, I imagined it felt the same to Ray.

    Finally Ray hissed through clenched teeth.  ” I’m gonna cum soon Rusty, if you don’t quit that!  Don’t want to cum yet!”

    Obediently I left off torturing his dickhead.  Instead, I wrapped my hand around his hairy ballsac,  and pulled his dangles up and away from his taint.  The other hand now free, I slippped a two fingers beneath his taint, unto his pulsing ass lips, and began to massage.Ray’s whole body tensed up at that.  His stomach muscles stood out in stark ridges, visible despite the heavy coating of hair.

    Once again he was worrying his lower lips with his teeth.   I had a thought, then, that perhaps, despite his age, despite his seeming desire, he just might be an butt virgin.Still he wasn’t asking me to stop.

    I began to use my fingers to pull apart the lips of his ass slit.  Sometimes, I’d let a third finger delve slightly inside his hole.  Just a tip.   He would clamp tight then, his slit forcing the tip back out.

    Ray began fumbling with the little bag from the General Store.  Silently, eyes closed he pulled out a small tube of K.Y..

    He squirted some out onto his hand, then reached down between his legs, to begin coating my fingers with slick.

    My fingers now slippery, I pushed one a bit harder against his pulsing nether gate.  Once again, Ray went all tense. 

    I distracted him, by slowly pulling his ballsac higher, stretching until his skin was pulled tight around his nuts.

    His concentration on his hole wavered and my finger slipped all of the way in.

    Ray gasped, his body clamping down hard on my invading digit.  I held my finger as deep as it would go, not letting him force it back out.

    He finally began to adjust to the feel of a finger inside him.  Experimently I wiggled my finger around, trying to find that little place.   ( At eighteen I didn’t know what it was called, but my fuck buddies seem to go crazy, when I discovered it inside them!)   When I finally found it, Ray let out a surprised yelp.  His whole body jerked.  I nudged it again, and Ray’s whole body quivered.

    Eyes wide in wonder, Ray stared at my hand between his leg.  I continued rubbing that place, making him squirm and moan.

    His breath was coming faster now, and his hips were twitching, forcing my finger in and out of him.  Afraid he’d come before I could bury my dick in him, I quit massaging his cum button.  Instead I slipped anither slick finger up inside him.

    Caught by surprise, his hips stilled.  Ruthlessly I began scissoring my fingers inside him, trying to stretch his ass ring out.

     ( A trick I learned through experimenting with my pals.  My cock is pretty thick, and there was a lot of squeals of pain until I learned about loosening their holes!)

    His eyes screwed shut, he gasped.  I could tell it was paining him, but he did not ask me to pull out.

    After a minute or two, he said through gritted teeth.  ”  I can’t stand this any more, I feel like I want to cum! Put your dick in me!  Stick it in me Buddy! Put it in now!”  He fumbled out a condom and slid it across his belly towards me.

    I let go of his balls and pulled my fingers from his now stretched and wet hole.  Quickly as I could I tore open the wrapper, and rolled the latex over my drooling  uncut cock.

    Meanwhile Ray reached down to slather more K.Y. over his ass pucker.

    Out of patience now, burning with a need to slide my cock inside this hot older man, I forwent any gentleness.

    I grabbed him by the calves, simultaneously lifting his legs and bowing his body.  
    As if we had rehearsed it, Ray pulled his big low hangers up, giving me a perfect view of his pulsing pucker.

    I found it with the head of my hard tool, rested the head against it.

    Then pushed!

    Ray let out a small pained yowl, his body suddenly rigid, as the blunt head of my cock, pierced his hole.

    Afraid he would back out, just when I was in him, I just kept sinking in, pushing against him, fighting to keep him from pushing me out.

    Ray’s arms flew out to grab the front and back headrests, in a punishing grip.  He whimpered , but didn’t ask me to stop.

    ( Of course being a tough Navy Seal, I suppose he could handle pain.)

    I felt my groin snug up against his ass cheeks.  I looked down to see myself buried deep. My red public hair tangling with the dark hair around his hole.

    Ray’s jaw was clenched, his eyes squeezed shut, his breath labored, as his gut tried to accomodate my fat seven inch dick.

    I tried to hold still, trying to hold back, trying to let him get used to me.   But the hot tight feel of his hole and gut, wrapped around my dick was too much.  I had to move.  I had to feel the friction poling his insides would bring.

    I began to move  out.  Ray was hissing through clenched teeth.  Face scrunched up in a grimace.

    Then his eyes widened as my fat dick must have slid across the small node inside him.  A long groan followed the progress of my retreating cock. I pulled every inch but the head out, then began to force my shaft back into him, slowly.

    Once again I must have found that spot, as Ray’s head flew back to bang on the window, another moan slipping from his mouth.   It did not sound like a moan of pain.  It sounded like a moan of enjoyment.

    Encouraged, I withdrew again,only to push in a little faster.  A light sheen of sweat decorated Ray’s forehead.

    I sped up a bit, long dicking him with a little more force.

    Ray’s hips seem to raise to meet those thrusts.  His breath was coming faster now.  He was whispering something under his breath, in time to my dick’s rythym!

    Soon, I began slamming into his hole with a lot of force.  Ray’s head and shoulders were banging against the door.

    The whispers became audible.  A mantra.  ” Oh God!  Oh God!  Fuck Me! Fuck Me!  Oh God That  Big Dick Feels So Good!  Fuck Me Hard!  Oh God! Oh God!”

    His hot wet insides, the tightness of his gut, the exciting sound of him begging me to fuck him, soon had the cum boiling to cum out of my balls.  I began to slam in as deep, as fast, and as hard as I could.

    I grabbed the head of Ray’s big cock, and jerked it in time to my thrusts.

    In a few mere jerks, Ray let out out a yowl, and a flood of hot white cream erupted from his dick!

    That sight, ( And the hard squeezing his body surrounded my cock with!) was all it took to send me over the edge.

    With one last slam, I buried my self as deep as I could go, as the cum raced out of my dick!

    Ray’s ass still jerked around me, as the last of his juice pulsed out, his insides milking the last of my juice!

    Finally our jerking bodies slowed, reduced to panting quivering.  I held his legs tight , still loving the feel of this man’s ass surrounding me.

    After a short while, Ray looked up at my face, a rueful smile on his face.  ” As good as your dick feels Buddy Boy, I getting a serious crick in my neck!”  he said from his scrunched up position against the Jeep door.   Relunctantly, I pulled my semi hard from his loosened hole.

    In silence, we squirmed around, pulling on clothes and banging into each other once again.  We climbed back into the front seat.

    Ray looked at me intensely again.  ” I hope you’ll keep this between us, Rusty?”  I shrugged.  ” Yeah, Ray, No one would believe it anyway.”   A moment more, then.  ” Thanks Rusty.  I hate to admit it, but I’ve been wanting to try that for a while!”

    Than he looked at me from narrowed eyes.  ” You sure seem to know what you are doing for a kid!”  I just shrugged, then grinned .  ” What’s that military saying?  Oh yeah ……. Don’t Ask…”  ” Don’t Tell!” we finished together.

    With that we drove back to Deer Camp.  And maybe there was a bit more touching going on, a few long caresses of thigh or arm.  Maybe a crotch fondle or a  couple dozen.    

    In the air around us, an unspoken promise.

    Deer Camp wasn’t quite over yet!

  • Check-Up

    “The doctor’s ready to see you now, sir,” the receptionist said, waving him through to the doctor’s office. It was like any other doctor’s surgery – magazines in the waiting room, a clean, professional doctor’s office with an examination table in the centre. The difference being that Dr. Litt only attended to a very specific clientele.

    Timothy stood, thanking the receptionist with a quick grin. Timothy was a charming boy – at twenty-two, this was his first pet – a present from his father. He wanted to make sure that he did everything right, that the pet got all his shots and that they set up monthly health checks. He wanted to make sure that he looked after his new pet perfectly, wanted to make his father proud.

    Pulling on his leash, Timothy guided his pet into the doctor’s office. “Come on, Fido,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His father had told him that you had to be firm right from the start, that you had to establish yourself as alpha male or they would try and push boundaries. He knew better than to expect anything less than immediate obedience – if his pet didn’t obey, it would be punished severely.

    Fido crawled toward the office, trying to keep up as best he could. He was a cute pet, with dark brown eyes and floppy brown hair. The only thing he wore was a tail plug, his tail ‘wagging’ with every movement he made, his cock dangling soft between his legs, his body pale and completely smooth. He was boyish and cute, and new enough to this that being naked still made him blush. He knew better than to disobey his master – he knew that would only bring pain.

    They entered the office together, the doctor looking up from his studies. He was an older man, though still virile. He had wrinkles around his blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. He was quick to smile, looking over his new client professionally.

    “My, my,” the doctor said, his voice low and friendly. “I take it he’s new?” he asked, raising his eyes to Timothy. Dr. Litt was a handsome man – despite his age, he hadn’t lost any of his good looks. He was confident, and he loved his job.

    “Yeah, I just got him earlier today. I wanted to bring him in for examination and vaccination immediately,” Timothy said, reaching down and rubbing a hand through Fido’s hair. “He’s cute, isn’t he?”

    “Adorable,” Dr. Litt agreed, unable to take his eyes off the new pet. “Why don’t you put him up on the table? I’m assuming you want a full examination, including sensitivity. Is he a virgin?”

    “Of course,” Timothy said, nodding his head. “We were assured that he was trained by the best, and that he was left fully intact and virginal, but I’d like a sensitivity and tightness test all the same, just to be sure. My father wants to make sure that he got his money’s worth.” Timothy patted the examination table.

    Trembling, Fido hopped up onto it obediently. He was nervous – he’d been trained, but he’d never been examined like this before. The tail plug was the biggest thing he’d ever had in his ass, and it wasn’t much more than a finger. And he had no idea what a ‘sensitivity test’ entailed.

    “Understandable,” the doctor said, watching the pet tremble with a smile. He reached for his gloves, snapping them on slowly, relishing the anticipation. It wasn’t often that he got to examine one this pretty, nor this new. He was going to enjoy himself.

    Dr. Litt started by checking Fido’s eyes, ears and teeth. “Very good, very good,” he murmured to himself. “Excellent teeth, though we can have those removed if he proves to be unruly. I had the procedure done just last week to Mr. Lawrence’s bitch, Lavender. He says that she’s much more pleasant to face fuck now that those pesky teeth aren’t in the way.” He pulled Fido’s mouth open until the pet’s jaw ached, inspecting him carefully.

    “We’ll see,” Timothy said. “He seems like a timid creature – well trained, so it may not be necessary.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching the examination with interest.

    “Mmm, sometimes, even if they’re not a biter, they can’t help their teeth grazing you, which isn’t pleasant. Of course, you can just use open-mouthed gags to keep his teeth out of the way as a short term solution, but if you’re ever looking for something more permanent, we can yank his teeth. I’d offer the same discount to you as your father, of course.” Dr. Litt grabbed a speculum, fitting it in behind Fido’s teeth and opening it carefully, stretching the pet’s jaw open painfully before pushing his fingers inside. He checked the gag reflex, sinking his fingers into Fido’s throat.

    Fido choked and gagged, his hands twisting in his lap, tears coming to his eyes at the pain of having his jaw stretched open. It was a persistent ache, not helped by the way the doctor roughly finger-fucked his throat. He tried to swallow around the fingers, but he couldn’t help choking, his throat tightening as he gagged.

    “Nice, tight throat,” Dr. Litt said, pulling his fingers out. “You’ll enjoy that, no doubt.” He left the speculum in, tutting at the pet drooled all over himself. “Dirty creatures. I hope he’s not a drooler. I suppose such a perfect specimen has to have a flaw somewhere.” He slid his hands down over the pet’s chest, twisting and pinching his nipples until they were tight and hard.

    Shuddering, Fido whimpered – his nipples were exquisitely sensitive, sending bolts of sensation down his body. His cock twitched eagerly to attention even as his jaw ached fiercely. He flushed with humiliation at the doctor’s words, but with the speculum keeping his mouth open, he couldn’t stop himself from drooling all over his chin.

    “Sensitive nipples,” the doctor noted. He grabbed a clamp, snapping it closed on Fido’s hard nipple, watching as the pet’s back arched and he howled. Dr. Litt nodded to himself and added a second clamp, tightening them both until Fido whimpered, whined and twitched. “Very sensitive nipples.” The doctor looked down at the pet’s hard, twitching cock. “Look, see how excited it gets him? He’ll respond very well to nipple play. Nipple torture will be a good punishment for him, too,” Dr. Litt said, pulling at the clamps until Fido let out a hoarse scream of pain.

    “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one with nipples that sensitive before,” Timothy said. He sat down in one of the chairs and reached down, rubbing himself slowly through his pants. “You don’t mind, do you, doctor? The thrill of discovery is very… stimulating.”

    Dr. Litt released the pet’s nipples and looked around at the young owner. “No, no, go ahead, feel free,” he said. “I can certainly understand that this could all be a little overwhelming, especially for a first time owner.” Leaving Fido’s nipples painfully clamped, he slid his hands down over the pet’s stomach, checking him over carefully for any imperfections. “He’s got a little birthmark in his thigh here, but I’d say it’s more endearing than a blemish. Still, I can get it removed by laser, if you desire it. I know that some owners like their pets to be absolutely flawless.” He reached for Fido’s balls, rolling them carefully between his fingers, watching as the pet’s cock twitched and jumped.

    “His testicles are intact – we can fix him for you, if you like. If your father has any female pets, there is a risk of impregnation if you don’t keep a close enough eye on your animals.” The doctor gave a quick squeeze to Fido’s balls, eliciting a pained whimper from the pet. “Of course, if you want to stud him, or if you want to keep his balls for personal reasons, that’s fine. But we do take care of those kinds of alterations at this surgery. Or any alterations you might require.”

    “As long as he doesn’t prove himself too troublesome, I think I’d like to keep him intact, at least for now,” Timothy said, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his palm over the bulge in his slacks. “He’s a fine specimen – he could fetch a fair bit as a stud, and I do like it when they can come. So much more entertaining that way.”

    “Ah, yes, I’ve got many a client that has the same opinion as you on that,” Dr. Litt said, nodding his head in agreement. “Though I’m not sure that your father will agree if Fido starts breeding his bitches. I suppose if he proves unruly and you want him to keep his balls, you’ll just have to keep him locked away from the females. They can’t help themselves, you know.” The doctor lubed up his gloved palm before stroking Fido slowly, feeling the pet’s cock jump and twitch in his hand. He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink, sensitive head. “Ah, foreskin’s intact. That’s nice, you don’t see that a lot. That means the glans and slit will be nice and sensitive. Of course, if you require it, I can remove the foreskin. But I recommend you leave it, especially if you’re into cock torture. They’re so much more sensitive that way. See?” He rubbed his fingers lightly over the head, circling the little piss slit slowly, watching as it twitched.

    Fido panted and gripped the edge of the table, arching into the touch, his body awash with sensation. His jaw was in agony, his nipples clamped tightly and burning, his cock so hard that it itched and ached. He was expressly forbidden from touching himself and it had been two weeks since his last milking – his trainers had wanted him nice and horny for his new owner. He whined hopefully.

    “Yes, yes,” Dr. Litt said, slapping the pet’s thigh. “Down, boy. I’ll milk you when we’re done.” He paused. “If that’s what you wish, of course, Tim.” Moving away from the table, he opened a drawer, retrieving a metal box. Opening it, he revealed a selection of slim metal rods, ranging from slimmer than a pencil to as thick as a finger.

    “If you would,” Timothy said, nodding his head. “I want to make sure of full sexual function before I take him home.”

    “Understandable,” the doctor said, pulling out one of the slimmer rods. “I’m just going to make sure his urethra is clear – no obstructions.” He lubed the sound up and pulled Fido’s foreskin back, revealing the sensitive head and the twitching piss slit. Pre-cum pooled at the tip. Dr. Litt teased the sound around the slit, dipping it in gently like he might insert it before pulling it out again. He repeated this a few times before guiding the rod slowly into the tiny hole slowly, inch by inch.

    Fido had never taken a sound before. He looked down anxiously as it circled his oh-so-sensitive piss slit. He knew that he liked it when someone touched him there, but he’d never had something inside him like that. He panted, his toes curling as the doctor teased him with it. Eventually, the man guided it into him, and Fido groaned gutturally at the feeling. It was so sensitive down there, even more sensitive than the outside of his cock. Having that little hole stuffed felt so good and hurt all at once, burning and itching as it stretched him out, the cool, smooth metal sinking deeper and deeper into his aching dick as his cock ate it greedily. Lube and pre-cum oozed up around the sound as at least eight inches of it disappeared into his throbbing dick. Fido looked at the box desperately – if one of the thinnest sounds felt this intense, he couldn’t even imagine what the biggest ones felt like.

    “Oh, he likes that,” Dr. Litt said, pulling the sound out carefully. It was covered in pre-cum, white streaks clinging to the metal. “I’d recommend urethral play with this one, he seems to enjoy it a great deal. I can’t feel any obstructions.” He let the metal sink back into Fido’s dick, watching as gravity took over. Every time the pet clenched, the sound squirted out a couple of inches before sinking back down again, fucking Fido’s cock in sweet, slick slides.

    Fido whimpered, his hands clenching desperately so he wasn’t tempted to do something stupid like touch himself. It felt so good as the sound squirted in and out of his cock. He looked down at himself, moaning as he saw the metal gleam at the tip before disappearing back inside him. He was so hard that he ached, and he thought maybe he could come from this alone, but his master hadn’t given him permission to. His cock twitched and bounced as he shivered from the stimulation, finding the sight of his own dripping, rock hard cock arousing in itself.

    “Yeah, he definitely likes that,” Timothy said, groaning and rubbing his cock slowly, fingering the head as he watched his pet shudder and whimper. “Is there a way you can keep it in there while you examine him?”

    “Certainly,” Dr. Litt said, pulling out a cock plug. He fitted it carefully into place, sliding the tip inside of Fido’s sensitive urethra before fitting the ring into place, keeping the sound plugged deep inside of the pet’s cock. Hidden away, it still moved every time Fido clenched and relaxed, fucking his cock on the inside, stimulating him even though they couldn’t see it.

    Having the sound plugged inside his cock made Fido pant. He was so aroused that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself, his skin tingling and his cock pulsing. He could feel the sound sliding, rubbing against the inside of his cock, the slick metal pulling sensation after sensation from him until he was a shivering, moaning mess. Through training, he’d never been this aroused and it showed – his skin was flushed, his chest heaving, his clamped nipples hurting every time he moved.

    The doctor squeezed the pet’s rock hard dick and let out a low chuckle. “I think I’d better slip a cock ring on, or he’ll come before I’m even done with the examination,” he said, shaking his head. “He looks like he’s ready to explode just from the sound.” Reaching for a cock ring, he snapped it into place, separating Fido’s balls from his body, adding in a ball spreader so that each of the pet’s balls were separated and defined, the skin pulled tight. He added a couple of weights to really pull Fido’s balls down away from his body, making sure that he wouldn’t come until they wanted him to.

    Fido whined – having his balls confined made them ache sharply. He looked down at himself, twitching at the way his rock hard cock pointed for his navel. His balls were smooth and separated out, pulled tight. With that on, there was no way he would be coming, and he ached to release a hot load.

    “Right, time for your shots,” Dr. Litt said, turning away. “Little scratch.” The first few shots were just immunisations, and the doctor got those out of the way quickly. “I’m going to administer something special,” the doctor said. “Just something to make him more sensitive. I don’t believe in animal cruelty, and this shot will make sure that his pleasure far outweighs his pain. The effects last a few hours, so he’ll be extra fun when you get him home. Of course, I have vials for sale on the stand by reception, if you feel like buying. Lots of clients think it’s worth the money, but I’ll leave that for you to decide.” He gave Fido the last shot.

    Within minutes, Fido felt it. He moaned quietly, his eyes glazing over, his chest heaving. What had been almost bearable before suddenly seemed impossible. His whole body was on fire, his nipples shooting pleasure and pain down to his dripping dick. His cock twitched and throbbed to the beat of his heart, the sound trapped away inside him making his breath come in sharp pants. He arched his hips, helplessly reaching for his aching dick. Even the leather wrapped around his bound balls was stimulating.

    “Ah, don’t think it’s bad training.” Dr. Litt caught the pet’s hands, keeping Fido from touching his straining dick. “He’s over-stimulated. It drives them crazy. No amount of training would keep him from trying to touch himself. It’s very potent. The poor boy must be losing his mind with that sound in his dick. Just look at him. He’s ready to explode. Of course, he won’t be doing that until I’ve checked his prostate thoroughly.”

    Timothy let out a low groan. “Fuck,” he gasped out, spurting inside his slacks, messing his underwear, his hips arching. “Damn it.” He’d meant to save himself, but seeing his new pet squirm was so stimulating that he couldn’t help himself. “Well, feel free to tie his hands so he doesn’t touch himself.”

    “Of course,” Dr. Litt said. He tied Fido’s hands carefully behind his back before helping the pet to kneel on the table. The doctor arranged Fido so that he was using his shoulders as a brace, his ass up in the air, his legs spread, his balls dangling and stretched down thanks to the weights, his cock so hard it was up against his stomach.

    “Right, I’m doing to examine how tight he is, first.” The doctor parted Fido’s buttocks with his thumbs, exposing the pet’s entrance to the air. He eased the tail plug out of the Fido’s ass, feeling the pet shudder involuntarily beneath him. Dr. Litt set the plug aside and patted the pet’s hip soothingly as he examined his hole. It was nice and tight – small and pink. Lubing up a finger, he teased it around the tiny hole, watching as it clenched and twitched. Carefully, he inserted the finger all the way up to the knuckle, feeling the way it clenched around him tightly.

    “Yes, beautifully tight,” Dr. Litt said, ignoring how the pet panted and twitched under him, fighting against his restraints helplessly as he desperately tried to touch his aching cock. “I’m just going to check his prostate.” He carefully slid a second finger inside, stretching Fido out slightly.

    Fido was in a world of hellish lust. He moaned gutturally as he felt the doctor insert a second finger into his ass. His hole clenched greedily around the two slick, latex-covered fingers. The stretch of it burned slightly – he’d never had more than one finger and that tail plug up there before. But with the aphrodisiac in his system, the pain of being opened up by those two fingers just felt good, his cock jerking underneath him. He groaned and whimpered, jumping as he felt the doctor touch a special place inside him that made him want to come on the spot. Only the snug leather and the weights on his balls were stopping him. The doctor touched it again, and then started to massage it slowly, making Fido tense and cry out. His hips started to jerk as he tried to fuck the air helplessly, his cock throbbing so hard that he thought it would burst, the sound sliding slickly inside his urethra as the doctor manipulated his body mercilessly.

    “Nearly there, boy,” Dr. Litt said, slipping his fingers from Fido’s ass. “He’s very responsive to prostate stimulation. Everything looks fine. I’m just going to open him up and take a quick look.”

    Reaching for a second speculum, Dr. Litt opened up the pet’s buttocks and slid the instrument carefully inside. He started to open Fido up, stretching the pet’s ass out painfully, working him open with the cold, unforgiving metal.

    “Not too much, Doctor,” Timothy said. “I want to feel it when I fuck him later. No point buying a virgin if his hole is ruined by you first.” He leaned back in his seat, sighing happily like a man that had enjoyed a satisfying orgasm.

    “Don’t worry,” Dr. Litt said. “He’ll be plenty tight when I’m through.” He opened the Fido up a little more, stretching him more than two fingers, but not enough to impede Timothy’s later pleasure.

    Fido whined and panted against the table. The feel of having his ass stretched out was uncomfortably erotic. It hurt enough that his ass ached and burned, but his cock throbbed and drooled like it welcomed the pain. Maybe some part of him did. Between his aching Jaw, his clamped nipples and the speculum stretching out his ass, he was in plenty of pain. Despite that, he was still rock hard and so turned on that he couldn’t help flexing his hips forward a few times, searching for something to rub his dick against.

    The doctor tutted and slapped the pet’s thigh. “Keep still,” he said. “I can’t take a look with you squirming around.” He aimed a small flash light up Fido’s ass, watching as the pet clenched around the speculum, futilely trying to close his asshole. The metal held him open – there was no give in it. It kept Fido spread open and helpless whilst Dr. Litt examined him.

    After a few moments, the doctor nodded. “Everything looks fine,” he said. “He seems to react to the aphrodisiac well, I’d definitely recommend that you take some home with you.” He pulled the speculum out of Fido’s ass carefully before setting it aside to be sterilised. The pet’s hole clenched immediately into that tight, tiny pink pucker again. The doctor smiled, imagining the fun that Timothy was going to have fucking that tight little ass. Especially with Fido in such a horny, eager state. Normally, a pet might be a little nervous about its first fucking, but with the aphrodisiac in his system, Fido would offer up his ass like a bitch in heat.

    “Well, I suppose I’d better finish up. I’m sure nothing’s wrong with his sexual function, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough,” Dr. Litt said, releasing Fido’s balls from their leather confines. They immediately tightened up close to the pet’s body, ready to release their load. The doctor then pulled the plug from Fido’s urethra, setting that aside to be sterilised along with the speculum.

    Just the act of having his bound balls released and the plug drawn from his twitching piss hole was nearly enough to make Fido come. He panted against the table, moaning deliriously as he waited eagerly to be milked. His whole body tingled with anticipation. He could feel his balls drawing close up to his body, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the steel table he was kneeling on. The sound was still inside, shifting and sliding around inside his sensitive urethra, making him whimper and twitch. He was so close that a single touch would send him over the edge, and he fought to give himself that, straining against the padded cuffs around his wrists.

    “You’re leaving the sound in?” Timothy asked, sounding surprised. He watched as the doctor lubed up his fingers again.

    “Oh, yes. It won’t hurt him any to come with it in – he’ll just squirt it onto the table, and I think Fido here enjoys having it fucking his cock,” the doctor said, patting the pet’s ass fondly. “I do classes on safe urethral play every Wednesday morning, if you’re interested. I’m starting a new course next week. You get a complimentary kit of medical sounds at the end of it. Well worth the expense, in my opinion. And I think your pet will enjoy your new expertise greatly. Sounding is one of those things that can be wonderful if you know what you’re doing, but I’ve had too many pets in here with bad infections or obstructions. If you’re going to do it, you have to do it right.” Dr. Litt glanced over at Timothy. “And it would be a shame not to do it with this one. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a pet so responsive to having his cock violated. Now, boy, settle down and stop struggling or I’ll have to give you a sedative.”

    When Fido stopped struggling against his restraints, the doctor slid two lubricated, gloved fingers back into the pet. He was still deliciously tight. Dr. Litt lingered for a moment, his cock twitching in his slacks. Luckily, his white doctor’s coat hid his hard cock from Timothy’s view. After a few seconds, the doctor slid his fingers in deeper and crooked them, expertly finding Fido’s prostate. He massaged firmly, in much the same manner he had when he was doing the prostate exam.

    Fido panted and quivered on the table as he felt the doctor’s fingers violating his ass again. This time, he knew what to expect, and he craved it. Even the ache of having his tight hole stretched open felt good to him. He tensed and moaned with anticipation, giving a full body shudder when the doctor’s fingers finally found that spot inside him. The feeling overwhelmed him, his clamped nipples throbbing in tandem with his cock, his ass clenching greedily around those fingers as the doctor rubbed him, sending intense pleasure through his body. It only took seconds before Fido gave a high pitched whine, his body tensing up and his toes curling. The sound hit the table with a clatter, metal hitting metal. Come burned through his cock, stinging his irritated urethra as he spurted across the table. The sting of it just made him come harder, his ass rippling and squeezing around the doctor’s fingers like he was trying to milk them. He moaned, whimpered and gasped, shuddering and twitching his way through the best orgasm of his young life. Finally, the orgasm tapered off, his cock oozing its last few drips of come as Fido relaxed, the chrome table covered in pearly droplets.

    The doctor slid his fingers from the pet’s tight ass with a chuckle. “Definitely nothing wrong with his sexual function,” he said. He slipped the tail plug back into Fido’s hole, watching it wag as the pet clenched around it, shuddering with ecstasy as aftershocks ripped through his body. Dr. Litt unclipped the nipple clamps carefully, Fido whimpering at the pain of blood flowing back into his sensitive nipples. Finally, the doctor removed the drool-covered speculum from Fido’s mouth and wiped his chin and neck. When he was done, he stripped off his gloves, dropping them in the trash. He unlocked the cuffs from the pet’s wrist and lowered Fido from the table onto the floor. “Everything looks fine, Tim,” he said, looking down at the shuddering, panting pet at his feet.

    “Thanks for everything, Doctor,” Tim said, getting up and shaking the man’s hand. “And I think I will take you up on those Wednesday classes.”

    “Wise choice, boy, wise choice,” Dr. Litt said, smiling and giving Timothy’s hand a firm squeeze. “Bring him back in a month for a check-up. You can settle up with Hilary in reception, where there’s a range of products you can buy to enhance your experience with your new pet. Judging by his responsiveness, you’re going to have a lot of fun when you get home.” The doctor winked and grinned, showing Timothy and Fido out of his office and into the waiting room.

    “Thanks again, Doctor,” Timothy said, leashing his pet and walking him carefully out of the waiting room back to reception. Poor Fido was still dazed from his milking, shuddering now and again as the tail plug stimulated him. His cock was still hard, slapping his stomach as he hurried to keep up with his new owner.

    “No problem, Tim. Julia, come get this mess cleaned up before my next patient arrives, will you?” His next patient had been registered at his practice for a year, and Dr. Litt looked forward to seeing how wide he could stretch Jakey’s asshole this visit.

  • Who’s Afraid of Stan Snodgrass?

      [Inspired by Edward Albee’s play/movie Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf]

    “I thought I asked you to wear the tighter shirt under your jacket, Dillon–the one with the V neck that shows off the line between your pecs so well.”

    “Gunther Strang is the chair of the English Department, Madge. And isn’t his wife the daughter of Montebello’s president? I didn’t think you’d want me to look like your boy toy.”

    “Of course I want you to look like my boy toy, Dillon,” Madge said, as she rose from her dressing table, turned, and came in close to her young husband. “There’s no hiding the difference in our ages, so we might as well make the most of it. And it’s because Gunther Strang is chair of the English Department that I want you to look your most fetching. You know I’m up for tenure at the college this year and this is a one-on-one dinner for Strang to hone his assessment of me. I want you to look like a boy toy to him too. We’ve been over all of this before. I told you about Gunther.”

    “Yes, I understand–which is why I didn’t think you’d want me to look like an Italian rent-boy. That wouldn’t be too subtle.”

    “We’ve discussed Gunther before, Dillion. He’s not exactly the subtle kind himself. there’s a time-honored way of going about these things at this college. I’ve tried to make as clear as possible that you might have to help me with this. It’s not as if you haven’t–”

    “You know I don’t like to discuss any of what has happened in the past, Madge.”

    “Just humor me here, Dillon–and help me with this tenure thing with whatever it takes. The other shirt, I think . . . please?”

    “Oh, OK,” Dillon said as he went back into the closet.

    Madge and Dillon had been the scandal of the fall at the small, sleepy–somewhat moldy, even–private university, with the esoteric study programs, that was tucked away in the Great Smokey Mountains. She was an associate history professor, and Dillion, eight years her junior, was finishing out his fifth year of eligibility as captain of the tennis team by taking graduate classes at the university in history.

    It wasn’t just the age difference that had fueled a scandal that was just one in a long line of scandals going back to the Strangs’ own marriage and beyond. Sondra McMillan Strang–the emphasis always put on the “McMillan” because Sondra’s father, Clifton McMillan, was Montebello’s iron-fisted president–had robbed the cradle herself when she lassoed the young, then-married history associate professor, Gunther. Over the ensuing years, Sondra, who had been born and raised at the university, had been in many a scandal with men attached to Montebello, with the joke being that a male faculty member couldn’t get tenure without laying the president’s daughter first. The most recent buzz was her rumored liaison with a math professor, being ultra juicy because the math professor was a twenty-eight-year-old woman.

    The rumors that Dillon’s marriage to Madge had largely spiked, encompassed questions of the genders of his relationships at college. As well as being a first-class tennis player, he was one of the university’s premier blond, blue-eyed, championship smile hunks.

    Montebello might be a small, sleepy private southern institution hiding in the foothills of the mountains, but it had more than its share of spice.

    Dillon was trying to cut down on the spice when the hot redheaded English professor came on to him and even showed interest in marriage. He’d always figured in the back of his mind that she had some reason of her own for this marriage. Now he thought he was figuring out what it was. She’d never made any bones about how important getting tenure at Montebello was.

    * * * *

    Dillon pulled to a stop in front of the Strang cottage on the Montebello campus. The garden setting was impressive, but the house appeared just to be a small wooden outbuilding on a tree-lined cul-de-sac, with larger houses of other senior faculty surrounding it. Initially, Dillon thought it was someone’s garage.

    “You sure this is the place? He’s chair of the English Department, isn’t he?”

    “This is it,” Madge answered. “It’s bigger than it looks. It rambles back away from the street in a couple of later additions. But it originally was a caretaker’s cottage for the president’s house that abuts it at the back. The garden actually goes with the president’s house. The professor’s wife acts as her father’s housekeeper and hostess, so she has to live close. The Strangs have the run of the president’s house as well. Let’s go in. We’re fashionably late now.”

    “You sure you want me to do this?” Dillon asked as Madge opened her door. She gave a heavy sigh and sank back into her seat, but she didn’t close the car door.

    “I’m not really afraid of the other one they’re looking at for tenure, Stan Snodgrass, but this is my last chance at tenure. I’ll take any extra edge I can get.”

    “Don’t you mean I’ll take any edge you can get?” Dillon said.

    “This is important to both of us. Remember what I did for you. I saved your reputation. And remember who puts the food on the table and provides both the table and the roof over the table. You may be a high-paid tennis pro sometime in the future, but not this week, and you have to eat this week.”

    “And now you want me to sully my reputation again.”

    “You’re in no danger of that. The Strangs are married, but they live entirely separate lives. You know how Gunther swings, and I’m sure you’ve heard that his wife bonks all male faculty members. Which means you don’t have much to worry about on that score. She’s a snob about who she fucks. I wouldn’t even be surprised if Sondra was being done by her father. The two of them are practically inseparable, and she won’t let anyone forget that she’s the university president’s daughter. She has no life beyond him. Well, other than the bottle. The woman is a lush. Strang has to carry her home early from almost every faculty party. No one says anything, though. She’s the president’s daughter.”

    “So, why are you worried about this Snodgrass guy? Will I have competition from him with the professor?”

    “Hardly. He’s in his forties and is an ugly beanpole. His wife is younger and quite the siren, but I can’t see Strang having any interest in him–and certainly not her. But it’s Stan’s last chance at tenure too, and he’s been walking around with an ‘I’ve got a secret’ expression on his face the last couple of weeks. I’m sure it’s just bluff to put me off.”

    “And it is putting you off?” Dillon asked.

    Madge’s expression turned ugly. “Of course not,” she snapped. “Let’s just go in and get this over with. Just charm the pants off the man–literally.”

    Sondra McMillan Strang met them at the door of the cottage. Dillon got the reference to being a lush right off the bat. She was a bit slack mouthed, was using the frame of the door for support, and had a large, half-full glass of amber liquid, swirling a couple of ice cubes, in her hand.

    Dillon had never met her before. Now that he saw her–a faded beauty in her late forties who was closer to Rubenesque than trim–he realized that he’d seen her many times before–always in the background, in the shadow of the university president when he made his formal appearances. Until now, she had just been part of the wallpaper to Dillon.

    He instantly felt sorry for her, especially when they entered the bookcase-lined living room, with its study-like atmosphere and Dillon was introduced to Professor Strang. He obviously was a good bit younger than his wife was, perhaps about forty, and had been a real hunk in his day. He was a Germanic blond, with pale blue eyes and a classic, square-cut face. He came across as all vitality to Sondra’s fading beauty. Dillon didn’t know why he had the impression he did–that once she’d been the driving force in the marriage but that now she was pathetic and that her trysts with male faculty members, doing her to curry favor with her father, were a last-ditch effort to reel her husband back in. But this thought made him pity the woman all the more.

    Madge had told him that the two were amicable but hardly a dedicated couple–but when he saw the two together he realized that President McMillan had bought Gunther Strang for his daughter with favoritism, which was a very strong motivator in the small world of a university campus. This so obviously was a case of a father keeping his daughter in thrall by keeping her close and nearly smothering her with entanglements.

    Dillon hated to think it, but he would have guessed that her happy hour had started in her bedroom as she was getting ready for the evening. Her auburn hair, with its lacing of gray strands was not quite in order, and her lipstick had overshot the corner of her mouth when she’d applied it. Her shirtdress had been indifferently ironed and the buttons on the top were one off, causing the bodice to gape a bit unfortunately, as she was buxom, and, as she lurched more than moved about, she evoked the worry that one of the puppies might escape at any moment.

    It was all a pity, as she really had a strikingly fine-featured face under the badly applied makeup and the most engaging violet eyes. If her attempts at a smile could only reach her eyes, Dillon thought, what a temptress she would be. Her body was curvy enough to be an asset still if only she made the effort to carry herself better.

    From long familiarity with the ritual of such evenings, the four settled in. Guiding Madge to a sofa in the middle of the room, the two women sat, and Sondra conversed in standard faculty-night formula with Madge. Meanwhile, with a hand and head gesture and a smile, Gunther pulled Dillon over to a bookcase, where he’d been standing, leafing through a book, when the guests arrived. Checking on the two women from the corner of his eye, Dillon sensed Sondra coming to life more and growing more attractive with each passing moment as she leaned into Madge and freely used arm gestures in her conversation. The two had found a topic they could work over and both at least could pretend to be interested in.

    “Have you found an interesting book?” Dillon asked the professor, working to engage the scholar’s interest. Madge had told him that Gunther’s specialty was nineteenth-century German literature. Dillon had no interest in, or knowledge of, the subject.

    “Yes, I often find myself stopping when I pass one of the bookcases and pulling a book out at random. As you notice, our little abode here is a firetrap with cases stuffed with books lining all of the walls, but what it lacks in safety, it makes up for in good insulation.”

    “Is that a German novel?” Dillon asked.

    “But of course–by August, the duke of Saxony-Gotha in the early nineteenth century. It’s Ein Jahr in Arkadia. Do you know it? Are you a literature scholar like Madge?”

    “No, not really. I’m studying history–Chinese history. And I couldn’t even begin to catch up with what Madge knows about American literature.” Might as well work in a plug, Dillon thought.

    Strang was standing near him, very close. He cut a fine figure and was dressed in an almost medieval billowy cotton shirt that was buttoned only half way up and loose-fitting cotton trousers. The shirt was gauzy and Dillon was able to ascertain that the man’s torso was well-muscled and his chest was matted with curly-blond hair. Dillon guessed he was playing Renaissance man tonight.

    “You didn’t say anything when I told you what book this was,” Strang said. He was holding the book nearly under Dillon’s nose with one hand and was palming the young man’s shoulder blade with the other.

    “I’m afraid I don’t speak German,” Dillon said. “I took Latin as an undergraduate. And I’m struggling with Mandarin now–and losing that battle, I’m afraid.”

    “Ah. The title translates as A Year in Arkadia. It’s a rather famous–infamous to some–homosexual text, as was August–homosexual, not a text. It’s a love story between two military men in the duke’s service, although there are those who believe the duke himself was one of the men he wrote about. The German intellectual movement in those days was so much more open than in later years, you know. There was Heinrich Zschokke’s Der Eros oder Uber der Liebe, or Eros or Concerning Love, from the same period, not to mention Alexander Von Sternberg’s later Jena and Leipzig, and the even later Fridolin’s Secret Marriage by Adolf von Wilbrandt. Really, Uranien love, the love, what they called Heavenly Love–intimate relations between an older man and a younger was quite openly written about then, and in quite open language. It was only later that–”

    “Let’s not forget the distaff side, darling,” Sondra chimed in from across the room. “Lesbians had their day during the Gründerzeit Movement era too. Don’t forget Frank Wedekind’s Die Büchse der Pandora–Pandora’s Box or, even later, Aimée Duc’s Are These Women? But perhaps you’re boring the young man with your fetishes–excuse me, your enthusiasms. I think you’re overwhelming the young man.”

    Indeed, Dillon did feel a bit overwhelmed. The man was coming on strong. In addition to the obvious enthusiasm for the subject, the professor seemed to be aroused by it as well. His hand had dropped to one of Dillon’s butt cheeks, and Dillon could clearly see that the man was hard. His trousers weren’t constructed to conceal. Dillon suspected that was wholly on purpose.

    “I’m sorry,” Strang said. “Am I boring you?” His voice sounded like he was concerned, but he didn’t take his hand away from Dillon’s butt.

    I get it that you want to be boring me, Dillion thought. But that’s not what he said. “No, not at all,” he answered dutifully. He was actually relieved. He’d thought he’d have to do the work to get the dance started, but Strang had started it as soon as they’d entered the house. It almost was as if Sondra would know how this would go and was aiding it. She had Madge shepherded off to a corner of the sofa and, sitting turned in the sofa herself with her back to the men, she seemed almost to be running interference for her husband.

    “German literature may be a bit heavy for the boy, Gunther,” she said. “Perhaps he would like to see the greenhouse. Your orchid collection may be much more interesting to him.”

    “Am I embarrassing you by talking about homosexual novels?” Gunther asked Dillon.

    “No, not at all,” Dillon answered, looking into Gunther’s eyes and fluttering his own eyelashes.

    “Well, I’m delighted to hear that. I’d gotten the impression from scuttlebutt around the college that it wouldn’t be an uncomfortable topic. But the orchids. Would you like to see them?” Gunther asked, looking deep into Dillon’s eyes. “Would you like to see the orchids? Cook won’t have dinner ready for a half hour or more yet. I know Madge’s love is English literature, and Sondra majored in that as well. The women would best be rid of us for a while anyway. It will be just the two of us in the greenhouse for the interim.”

    “Yes, of course, I’d love to see your orchids,” Dillon answered. And Madge wanted me to get you alone for as long as it took to win you over to her cause anyway, he thought. This was proving to be easier than he had feared it would be, although the next fifteen minutes or so might be dicey.

    But it was going surprisingly smoothly.

    * * * *

    There was a reason Dillon’s assignment was going smoothly, which was revealed to him as soon as they entered the greenhouse, a Victorian confection attached to the side of the vehicle garage for the president’s house and jutting out into a garden illuminated by well-placed and –disguised lights to give the impression of a fairyland. The lights were blazing on the first floor of the president’s house and the tinkling conversation from a cocktail party in progress could be heard across the expanse of the garden. Dillon knew from Madge’s instructions for the evening that President McMillan was in Atlanta to give a speech, so he reasoned that the party must be one of the many that was booked for a college organization and that didn’t require McMillan’s presence.

    Still, the nearby party across a firefly-sparkled garden, with the swirl of heads, torsos, and raised glasses visible through the wide expanse of greenhouse glass and the hanging orchids, lent a surrealistic effect to the straightforward talk of Professor Strang now that the two were alone.

    “We don’t have long, and I sometimes need a good buildup, so we might as well get right down to it,” he said as he and Dillon drew into the humid atmosphere of the orchid display.

    “Excuse me?” Dillon answered, not so smart that he could flip that fast into a new, fast scene.

    “Tonight is about Madge’s tenure prospects. You are here to plead her case with your body, are you not? I don’t need the preliminaries. I knew of your past reputation on campus before Madge came to me and told me you’d take cock if I’d treat her favorably in the tenure deliberations. I made no promises but said I’d give you a whirl. Now that I see you in person, I’ll be quite willing to give you that whirl.”

    Dillon could have feigned that he didn’t know what this was all about, but he did, and the professor was right. A half hour–twenty-five minutes now–wasn’t long for him to make the case that Madge had insisted that he do.

    Besides, Strang’s cock was already out of his trousers, he was fisting it, and it already was hard. With a sigh, Dillon knelt down in front of him and took the cock–a rather nice one–in his mouth.

    The surrealism continued for Dillon as, with his trousers and briefs bunched around his ankles, he was bent over a cleared-off ledge with his nose nearly plastered to the glass of the greenhouse wall. His eyes watched the swirl of the party in the president’s house through the large windows looking out on the lit garden and Gunther Strang stood close behind him, hands grasping Dillon’s hips, and cock working in and out of Dillon’s ass channel.

    Gunther was muttering in guttural German, so Dillon decided the professor must be enjoying himself. So, assignment completed as far as Dillon was concerned; he’d done what Madge had pressured him to do. It was up to Strang now to decide whether this favored Madge’s candidacy for tenure. Dillon felt a little guilty, though, because he was enjoying the working of Gunther’s cock inside him. Despite all of the rumblings on campus during his earlier life at Montebello, Dillon did enjoy having a man’s plump cock inside him rubbing against his prostate. And he did enjoy soaring on a high and releasing his seed from a man’s attention. He even, tonight, enjoyed the surreal effect and danger of doing it here in the greenhouse where anyone who decided to get a smoke or a secret grope in the garden could come away from the party in the president’s house and discover Gunther and him going at it.

    It took more than the half hour, and Dillon didn’t make any effort to bring it to an earlier climax. When the two men returned to the cottage living room, though, the women said nothing about the extra time and dinner was still not on the table.

    “Has Sondra been chewing your ear off about women’s literature in nineteenth-century Germany?” Gunther asked Madge jovially as they strode, all smiles, into the living room.

    “Something like that,” Madge mumbled, but she was looking a bit distracted and nonplused. Dillon hoped she was having remorse about what she had pressed him to do–and that he’d carried through and done for her. He felt a little pleased with himself that she was in this disconcerted mood.

    In contrast, Sondra had become more aware and was moving more self-confidently–more erect and more in command and, yes, looking more lovely–than she had looked when the men had departed the house.

    Dinner was an anticlimax. The Strangs prattled on almost solely between themselves through the meal, being clever and witty in their choices of comment, both all smiles and vivacious, while Madge was somber and noticeably withdrawn, and Dillon was icy with her, shooting her “Aren’t you proud of what you made me do?” glances when he got the chance. There were points to be won by playing the martyr here; he didn’t have to reveal that he’d enjoyed Gunther’s cocking.

    He also played up to Gunther. This only partially was as punishment to Madge. He, in fact, wanted Gunther to know he could have him again. What Gunther had done had brought back memories to Dillon of a time of greater sexual fulfillment than he had gotten from Madge in the short time they’d been married. Sex with her had been better–enhanced by being forbidden–when they were having their affair, than it was afterward, when they were married.

    Madge maintained her distant mood and downcast eyes after they’d entered the car for the short drive back to their house.

    “Aren’t you going to ask me whether–?” Dillon started to ask as he pulled the car away from the curb.

    “No,” she fairly spat out, turning her head to the passenger window. “I could see that you managed.”

    “And you don’t have anything to say? No word of thanks?”

    “Yes, of course, thanks,” she shot back. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a splitting headache and I’d rather not engage in silly chit-chat on the way home.”

    Dillon shrugged and turned his attention to the road. He actually thought the evening had gone quite well. Madge’s behavior now only enhanced the glow he still felt from Gunther Strang’s attentions. This just added to his resolve to see Gunther privately again when the chance arose. He was pleased that Gunther had suggested it, and he hadn’t hesitated to agree to it.

    And he didn’t really give a fuck if Madge got tenure or not. He had the distinct feeling that they wouldn’t last much longer as a couple regardless and then he didn’t give a shit where she went. She was just a user.

    * * * *

    Sondra and Gunther Strang stood at one of the cottage’s living room windows looking out onto the street and watched Dillon and Madge drive away. Gunther had an arm around Sondra’s waist, which is as close as he’d gotten to her in several days and was as close as he would get to her for several more. Both were smiling, their eyes were blazing, and they were humming the same tune softly.

    “Did you enjoy him?” Sondra asked.

    “Yes, of course. He’s quite a luscious piece. And he must have enjoyed it too. He said he’d be happy to do it again anytime we could arrange it. And you. Did you get into Madge’s panties?”

    “You know I did. Probably not as enjoyable an encounter as you had–she was stiff at first and held back until I spelled out the tenure issue with her. Then she was fine. Moody afterward, as you could see when you returned.”

    “So, are you going to support her for tenure with your father? It continues to amaze me that these faculty people don’t understand the control you have over your father–and that neither Madge nor Stan Snodgrass seem to realize that the route to currying favor for tenure here doesn’t arrive at me–that it’s in the hands of Clifton McMillan and goes through you.”

    “I don’t know yet whether or not I’ll support her over Stan Snodgrass. Madge is ambitious and has a great body, but she’s a grasping bitch–and a cold one at that, during the act. Stan and his wife are coming for dinner on Thursday night. I know it will be a dull evening for you, being forced to discuss French Romanticism with that blowhard Stan all evening, but his wife is quite a sweet little thing. If she is as accessible to another woman as campus rumor has it, Thursday might just be Stan Snodgrass’ lucky day.”


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  • TJ

    I wasn’t excited about heading home to study; it always ends the same way. I drain myself of all energy and lose track of time – although on this particular occasion, getting the assignment done early prevents work from building up. People are always bragging about how all they do is cram.
     I can’t imagine what that would be like – it’s completely inefficient… I guess studying while distracted is similarly inefficient.

    I manage to distract myself from him for a while… I was struggling, but I love nothing more than a challenge. I hear the car door slam twice outside, breaking my concentration. Steve and Jess must be back from the City. I look at my watch 5:45… shit I haven’t started cooking. I dash down to the kitchen pull out a few ingredients at random, quickly calculating the meal possibilities I decide what I can cook.

    I manage to cook a rice meal with bacon and chicken (we had left over bacon from breakfast). Everyone is happy with the simple meal and before long it is 8:30, time for a solid 2 hour study session to finish this essay.

    I take 2 hours longer than expected on my essay and am ready for an evening shower and sleep. With Billy on my mind the entire time studying, I know exactly how to relax myself. I quietly creep back upstairs assuming my roommates are fast asleep by now. I get undressed in my room and walk into my own personal bathroom. It’s a total and complete mess… the benchtop scattered with a variety of moisturizers, colognes, shampoos, conditioners, razors, shaving creams and of course hair styling products. Oh my gosh don’t get me started on the hair products.

    I gaze at myself in the mirror, content with what I see… I’m 6ft2 with a slightly built upper body, slim torso and unshaved, lightly toned legs. I have a slight tan around my neck, on my face, lower legs and up to my elbows. It can still be quite sunny during winter in Australia. I look at myself directly in the mirror… at the moment I have short, neat, darkbrown hair which I have crafted into a wavy fringe style. Normally I keep my hair at medium length and sweep it all to one side – it grows back so fast and so quickly that I’ve given up getting fortnightly haircuts… it’s too expensive and time consuming for something so trivial. I love how the colour of my hair matches my deep brown eyes and I’ve been told my nose and eyebrows are bold but cute and make me look like my sister (who is a model) I quickly became known as the ‘pretty boy’ or ‘brother of the hot model’ in high school, which was annoying to say the least. I like to keep my face clean shaven and the rest of my body hair intact… I don’t know why so many guys shave their legs, armpits and pubes. I mean, don’t get me wrong it can be very hot and attractive… but I prefer it looking natural.

    I twist the taps of the showers on. Steam fills the room in an instant, warming my naked body and making my nips hard. I play with my flaccid penis, tossing it between my two hands, peeling back its foreskin… tugging, pulling and rubbing on it gently, I feel my smooth cock swell in my warm hands, the purple head poking out the tight foreskin.

     Letting go, I step under the soothing warm water, my semi-erect dick bouncing from side to side slapping my legs as I do so. It’s a strange yet slightly pleasurable feeling; this is enough to grow my dick to its full length. By now it is rock solid. I need to pleasure myself. I breathe in the steam and run my fingers through my hair and down my chest to twist and play with my nips. This makes me even hornier; my dick is so stiff that it begins to twitch in beat with my heart. I soap up my hands to clean my crotch, ass and underarms. I feel satisfied and I’m clean now… It will be more comfortable on my bed.

    Now clean and relaxed I hop out of the shower, dragging the towel over my soaking body I dry myself as I make my way back into my room and onto my bed. I position my head up the other end of the bed and sprawl my legs out on the bed head, giving me easy access to my dick and ass. I reach over to my bedside drawer to pull out a small bottle of lube. Squirting some on my hands I get my dick slippery with lube, shivering as my fingers slip over my tip. I squirt some more on my hand as my dick goes back to twitching and begging for attention. I lube up my clean ass and tease my hole slightly, just to relax the muscles and loosen me up. The feeling is sensational; I shiver with pleasure as my hand at work on my ass keeps sliding across the tip of my cock unintentionally. I poke into my tight hole a little further each time, after a few minutes I insert a second finger, no discomfort at all. Taking it slow… a third and fourth finger follow, until I am loose and ready for something bigger.

    Adjusting slightly, I reach under my bed to grab the box containing my dildo; I reach in and grab it… I squirt some lube over it along with some more on my ass. Wasting no time I place the head of the dildo at my smooth entrance. My left hand reaches for my slick cock, with everything so slippery wet I am in a state of pure bliss, sliding the glans of my cock against my belly, it almost reaches my belly button. This sends a powerful shiver up my spine, giving me goose bumps. The intense pleasuring session gets me to start writhing and squirming in my bed sheets. Shoving the thick dildo all the way to base, I begin to fuck myself with it, letting out soft moans and short breathes. I imagine Billy behind me romping me passionately. I want to know what his cock feels like in my ass, I want to feel him breathing against my neck and biting my ears.  

    I feel my orgasm building, I pound the dildo into myself harder and faster as my hand moves lightning fast jerking my cock. I slip my thumb over the end of my member which sends me over the edge. My ass clenches tightly around the slightly soft dildo deep in my ass. I lift my ass off the bed, pushing my feet hard against the wall I create a sort of inverted arch as I release stream after stream of hot spunk over my chest. The 4th and 5th ropes hit my nose and lips, dribbling down into my mouth. I enjoy the taste of my own cum as I spurt the 8th and 9th ropes over my hands. My legs give way, collapsing me back down onto the bed with a loud thump and bang. I’m still holding onto my lube, precum and cum soaked cock, my entire body twitching as I let out the last few drips, I let go as it slaps against my belly and splashes the mix of fluids over my chest. I lay there breathing heavily, dildo still 6 inches deep in my ass, completely dazed by the pleasure I just experienced. That was amazing. I drift peacefully to sleep.

    I awaken to the sound of knocking on my door. Fuck. It’s Thursday morning and I didn’t set an alarm.

     I hear Steve’s muffled voice “Are you alive in there?”
     I reply with a drowsy sounding “Yehp”
     I’m stark naked on the bed, dildo next to me, lube bottle open, clothes all over the floor.
     It is not a pretty sight. My room quite literally looks like a mini brothel… lucky no-one can see it!!
     I hear the footsteps getting progressively quieter as Steve makes his way down stairs.

     I look at my watch 8:32… welp… I’ve missed my train; I guess I will just drive myself to school today.
     I quickly clean up with a short shower, get changed into some casual ‘throw on’ clothes and make my way downstairs, grabbing a banana as I walk out the door.

    I turn the heater right up in an attempt to dry my damp hair before I arrive. The fuel and parking cost comes to mind… $20 for a full day. Ugh…. more money wasted. I need to save up so I can take Billy somewhere nice… I want to be able to pay for it. I want to make him feel special… how can I do that without money?

    It takes a few seconds for me to realise how vain I sound. MONEY IS EVERYTHING?
     Money isn’t everything… it’s the simple things that count when courting a potential mate.
     I’ll be like a peacock, except I’ll display my vibrantly colourful personality in place of a colourful tail.

    Hopefully I’ll be able to catch up with Billy today – I’ve got a lot of breaks which means he probably does too. The campus is literally a 1 minute walk from the CBD and a 5 minute walk to ovals and the park lands. I always keep a footy in my bag in case I feel like having a kick around. I start planning in my head, we will have a few kicks and I’ll casually ask him out for tomorrow night. Doubt begins to creep into my thoughts and I try to reassure myself. It can’t be that hard… Can it? Everyone does it… ‘you’ll be fine’… now talking to myself… ‘it’s not the first time you’ve asked someone on a date’.

    I pull up to my favourite parking spot which is not yet taken, pay the $6 and walk for 40 seconds to class. Unfortunately this class is the one I do not share with Billy. I get through it, almost falling asleep due to my fatigue. I must have been up too late last night.

    Billy doesn’t turn up to the 10am Lecture we share… Maybe he has pulled a sickie and decided to wing it… or maybe he was up late last night too. I hope he is just super late… I feel so drawn to him and feel like I cannot concentrate with him away from me.

    Most people I know have a ‘bestie’ from first year… you know… those two people who cannot be separated and who are always seen together. I never had that, a single person I can complain and bitch to about stuff, someone I can talk to, someone to study with. Part of me wants Billy to be that best friend I’ve needed since first year… but most of me wants more out of our newly blossomed friendship.
     Nevertheless, I wish he were at every single lecture and class, just to be there, keeping me content.

    To my surprise he turns up at 11am tutorial, walking in a minute late with a smirk.
     “Sorry I’m late”
     When he is close enough to hear me, I mumble “typical” just loud enough for him to hear.
     He responds by extending his smile and nodding his head.

    He is a complete smart ass the entire lesson, answering every single question with a sort of cocky tone in his voice. He impresses me whilst frustrating the other A-grade students in the class. I could feel the tension building in my classmates… equally I could feel a similar tension building me. Discovering his cockiness turns me on; I quickly brush the feeling off and return my focus to the tutorial.

    During a short break in the middle of the tutorial I sneak in a question, hoping he will forget about it later.
     “What is your favourite type of food”
     “Like international cuisines?” he asks.
     “Well anything really” I respond
     “Well I like everything but if I had to choose, it would have to be Mexican or Thai”
     I have the answer I need, but I’ll continue the conversation anyway.
     “I love Mexican too… its sooo goood”
     At this point he starts trying to mimic some Mexican style trumpet tune.
     “Da da da da daaa, na da da da da daaaa, da da da da da da daaaa na da na da na”
     He quietens to a dull hum when he realises everyone is looking at him.

    I open my mouth to give him a hard time just as the tutor recommences talking.

    We leave class with the other students glancing at Billy with eyes of envy… as if he were some sort of demigod.

    We grab a bite to eat in the city and walk to the parklands to enjoy another sunny winter day. Its 21 Celsius and warmer than average for this time of the year.
     “Hey after our lecture do you wanna go kick the footy around for a bit?”
     “Oh you’ve brought a football?” he asked, sounding surprised
     “Yeh I always have one in my bag”
     “Oh cool… that’d be great”
     “We can use that space over there” I tell him, as I point to the far corner of the park… it’s a green patch of grass surrounded by trees and on a slight slope. The fence to the South is consumed by purple lavender plants and pink flowered climbers. The keepers really keep the park lands in perfect condition… the City botanical garden is just a 2 minute walk away, boasting a huge array of beautiful and unique native flowers this time of year. That would be a nice place to relax with Billy, lots of quiet corners too.

    We walk back to class, casually chatting about our high schools and where we grew up. It’s a slight uphill slope away from the river toward the CBD and Uni. Bouncing the ball to each other on the pavement – we have a perfect view of the towering buildings through the trees. It’s not a very vertical city – but looking up at it from the river makes it seem taller. When I was younger I lived in 2 other cities, in terms of beauty, nothing compares to this one. Then again, nothing compares to the 10 years I spent living rurally it was peaceful, easy to breathe and there was no light pollution.

    I find myself enjoying study more, being with Billy focuses and relaxes me, I didn’t fall asleep, I was taking notes and I have that first year motivation back.

    “…alright that’s all for today, see you next week Tuesday at 9am.” The lecturer concludes the week.
     “Hey I’m gonna go change” I say to Billy.
     “Okay, no problem!”
     It’s a short walk to the sport centre change rooms, I run in and quickly swap my jeans for shorts and slip on more comfortable shoes. Billy is waiting out front for me.

    “Let’s go”
     “I’ll beat you there!”
     “No you won’t!”

    I place my hand flat on his chest, pushing him back as I lunge forward, sprinting to a head start. I get into the rhythm of a well-paced jog, looking over my shoulder, seeing Billy gaining on me with a determined expression. People are looking at us like we are the biggest tools in the world. I don’t care, I have to beat him!
     I look ahead.  Oh shit. I forgot about crossing. Slowing down to conserve my energy.
     “We didn’t plan this well” I manage to breathe out…
     “What’s the matter? Gonna give up?”
     “You wish”
     The pedestrian sign goes green as we carefully dash to the other side of the road, returning to full speed when we are safely across. I can sense that he is only half a meter behind me. He is so close to me, breathing heavily; I can almost feel his breathe on my neck. I speed up to challenge him a bit.
     That wasn’t a good idea; he matches it and then some. I’m already exhausted and ready to give up.
     The oval is only around 200m away… that’s only 40 seconds more I think to myself. Keep going.
     I catch up to him and we are jogging side by side, pushing the maximum out of our bodies. Legs striding out as sweat rolls down both our faces. We continue side by side until just before the oval, he reaches over, places a hand on my chest and gives me a light shove. This puts me off balance and I trip and roll into the grass. Quickly bouncing to my feet I sprint over to a now celebrating Billy.
     I hold my arm out, and charge into him at full speed. I can feel the impact wind him as we both hit the floor. Gasping for air I tackle him into the ground and pin his arms down with my knees.
     He manages to speak between breaths “I… still… win” as he lets out that cute laugh
     “Yeh but who has… got you… pinned down?” I boast with a smug voice, gasping for air between words.
     “A loser” he replies, laughing even harder this time, almost choking trying to catch his breath.
     I can’t help but smirk.

    I’ve got him pinned down… I know! I’m gonna take advantage of this.
     “You ticklish?”
     Before he can respond I reach for his underarms and start tickling. He begins to laugh uncontrollably… and loudly.
     I pause for a brief second.
     “What about here?”
     Reaching for his neck, all he can do is squirm and screech while trapped under me.
     I pause again, the laughing stop, but he knows it’s not over yet.
     I reach for his stomach and start tickling. The uncontrollable laughing starts again.
     A thought crosses my mind… this must look pretty gay to random people.  This is probably the gayest thing I’ve ever done in public…. tickling another guy on the ground.
     I’m enjoying this too much, I know it’s not the most pleasant experience for Billy, but it seems to be somewhat joyful. He is smiling and laughing. I wrap it up anyway, letting Billy roll away as he continues to laugh.

     Completely exhausted, I release him and roll to the side to allow a few moments to catch my breath.
     Both of us are lying on our backs, our chests heaving. My head is totally clouded and dizzy. Billy has his tongue out like a puppy.
     I sneer at him “Cheater”
     “It was payback, loser”
     “Do you want me to pin you down again?”
     He laughs and shakes his head “Ok ok… you are stronger, but I am faster”
     I won’t argue with that, he’s pretty fast. I nod my head in agreement, too exhausted to do anything else.

    I let a few more minutes pass and grab out the footy, chucking it over to billy, who is still lying flat on his back a couple of meters away. I know his reflexes are good enough… he catches it and throws it back to me

    Now is a reasonable time to ask.

    “Hey Billy, wanna grab dinner together tomorrow night?”
     “I’m down for that, did you have somewhere in mind?”
     “Mexican at that place on North Street?”
     “It’s a date” he replies smiling.
     “Does 6 sound okay? I can pick you up from your place at half past 5” I suggest
     “Just drive to my place, we can take my car – it’s only fair after driving me yesterday” he replies.
     “Thanks man”

    I appreciate the gesture; it saves me money.

    “I bet you can’t kick a 60 meter goal” says Billy, challenging me.
     “I’m a full back, of course I can’t”

    We get into a lengthy competition of kicking distance; some kids just out of school come over to join in at one stage – which is a pretty regular occurrence in this area… everyone is super friendly in this City. We continue kicking the ball around until the sun sets, taking breaks intermittently to chat.

    Making our way back to the train station after dark we admire the full moon lighting the walkway for us. I can feel my stiff back hunching, my sleepy legs dragging and my feet swelling (I took my shoes off to kick the footy around). I can’t wait to get home to enjoy a warm shower.

    I find it so easy to talk to Billy on the train ride home, I open up to him about my family. I miss everyone, my parents, my sisters and even my brother. I don’t have the comfort of having my family around me. It is hard being a 2 hours drive from your family, not seeing them for extended periods. He can somewhat relate to that with his father, and his mother being away 4 days a week leaves him pretty lonely. I mean, at least I am living with friends who moved to the city with me.

    Time passes quickly as we chat – his stop is coming up as he gets ready to head home.

    “See you tomorrow morning ” I farewell him with a wink.

    Laughing, he replies with “See you then” followed by a cute smile.      


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  • Possibilities with a frat boy

    Alex lays in the strong protective arms of Scott. Scott kissing Alex up and down his neck making Alex giggle as he does.

    “We should get going soon we both have a test tomorrow and we need to sleep.” Scott says kissing Alex the back of his neck. Alex grumbles “I don’t want to to leave you I want to stay in your arms forever…”

    “I know baby but we are still student’s” 

    “Ugh…fine if we have to” They both get up to dress but Scott can’t stop looking at this wonderful boy he has….Scott feels his cock begin growing seeing Alex ass he begins stroking it. 

    “Alex…I need your help babe….” Scott says. Alex turns around and sees what Scott is saying and seeing his huge hard monster. 

    “Please…suck me…: HE begs. 

    Alex smiles and crawl to his knees and opens his mouth and Scott slowly pushes his dick into his boy’s waiting mouth. His head moves back as he feels Alex’s wet warm mouth begin sucking his dick his hands running and softly pulling Alex’s hair thrusting his hips into his mouth. 

    “God, baby that feels so fucking amazing…baby yes!” His thrust increase in speed and force. Scott’s dick pushes down his throat “Yeah baby like that!” Scott’s hormones over take him and he grab’s Alex head and ram’s his dick into Alex’s mouth. Alex moans liking it rough and Scott’s breathing hard as he begins to climax. “Fuck baby here it comes!” Scott yells and shoot’s his load deep down Alex’s throat. Scott pulls out slowly and Alex lick’s his dick clean. 

    “I love your generous loads baby” Alex smiles a little cum on his chin. Scott couldn’t help but chuckle as Alex comment. 

    “Baby with me you will always be getting my loads!” 

    ………

    Scott:

       Scott Returns to his frat house where his brother’s are throwing again another party. Scott shakes his head and groan’s. He slowly walks into the house where the music is blaring really loud. There are a few dozen people around and can tell the football team and cheerleaders are too. No doubt they are whoring themselves to the team. 

    “Hey bro! Scott my man!” Cliff the head of the house comes and wraps his arm around his shoulder’s. “Bro, we have a awesome gift for you!” Knowing Cliff this wasn’t going to be awesome. “Bro, I am tired and I really want to go to bed…”

    “Bro don’t be a pussy.” Cliff laughs egging Scott.

    “Dude I am serious just want to go to bed I am tired.” Cliff smiles drops and grows serious.

    “So!” He says loudly enough that the entire house looks in there direction. Scott can’t help but blush that they became the center of attention. Cliff is backing up leaving Scott in the middle of everyone’s eyes. “This dude is tired…he smells sweaty and smell’s like he having some action. but with who? perhaps that little faggot boy Alex we seen you hanging around with?” 

    Scott insides drop to the floor. suddenly scared on where Cliff was going with this. He can’t let no one know about what has been happening he will be kicked out of the Frat and they will target Alex and Scott know’s he likely end up having to protect him from his old brother’s.  

    “He’s helping me with calculus he’s my tutor…” Scott manage to say in  a low breath. Cliff smiles. “Bro that doesn’t help you. Are you turning a fairy on us?” He asks. “Fuck no! I am not…I wouldn’t do any gay shit like that!” HE yells at him. His heart ached saying those words knowing if Alex was here now that Alex probably never forgive him for his words that he saying right now. God please let this be over.

    Cliff laughs and lift’s his hands backing off. “Alright but you have to make us believe you Amanda dear can you come here?” The crowd parts and a short but beautiful girl comes to him. She stand’s about five foot six. long flowing silk brunette hair. Piercing green eyes. a lean toned curved body with big round tits. and a round bubble ass. 

    “Scott this Amanda and she was kind enough to let us see if you are gay or not. If you are leave now but if you are kiss and feel her up and take her to your room. ” Cliff grins. 

    “Dude..this is messed up…” Scott says.

    “Well, you brought this upon yourself so now begin.” He said. He joins the crowd they all looking at him intensely. “Come on baby…I will rock your world” She says placing a hand on his chest. “Mmm wow you have some nice pecs.” 

    Then her hand slides down and cups his dick. Scott intakes a sharp breath still isn’t able to move…god he can’t do this to Alex..he just can’t but…he can’t let them know what he is he just can’t…God…he screams in his head. Scott stares down at her feeling disgust. this slut feeling him. it should be A;ex touching him..not this skank…

    Alex please forgive me….he says to himself.

    He leans down and kisses her hard and intensely. one hand flies up and gropes her breast and the other grabbing a handful of her ass..she moans softly. 

    “That’s my boy” Cliff says. 

    Scott tilts her head to the side kisses and sucking and biting her neck. both hands run down her back and over her round ass and lifts her up making her legs to wrap around his waist tight. Scott slowly carries her up the stairs a tear runs down his face….Alex I am sorry……

    …………

    Alex: 

        All morning Alex never received a text or call from Scott at all. He was curious if anything has happened. When he enter’s his last class where he is taking his test he looks around waiting for Scott to come. The student’s begin to file in and take there seats but as the crowd at the door begins to thin out Scott is the last one to enter. Alex smiles brightly that his man has come but it falls short when he sees the dark grim look on his face. Scott eyes connected with his and knew fro mthe first gaze that something has gone wrong.

    Instead of Scott coming to seat next to him he sits far from him. All hour it was hard to focus on there test. He had to talk to Scott to see what was wrong. Alex looks at the clock watching the handle tick slowly for the hour to be up. 

    As soon as the bell rings Scott shoot’s up from his seat and runs handing his test to the teacher and bolt’s out the door. 

    “What the  hell is going on…” Alex says softly. With classes finally He attempts to call Scott but every call goes straight to voice mail. 

    “Hey Scott it’s Alex…look is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Please call me back.” 

    “Hey you!” Alex jumps at the sound of the close voice. He turns and faces a frat boy. He smiles.

    “Hey, you need to watch this alright? The person you thinking is for isn;t all you think” He hand’s Alex a flashdrive and takes off. A;ex stares at the little device in his hand. Alex turns and head’s to his dorm. He crosses the short distant to his dorm building. As he walks to his room he sees Harper standing there waiting for him. “Hey hun…hey are you okay?” She asks. Seeing the Concern on his face. 

    A;ex looks at her and shakes his head. 

    ‘What’s wrong” She asks hugging him. 

    “I will tell you when we are inside.” 

    Alex sits her down and tells her about him and Scott and all they have done and how they met at the party when he was walking home. leading and finishing woth the frat boy handing him the flash drive. 

    “I have no idea what is on this thing but ll I know that what it is it has to do something with Scott and I…Do you think they might know about us?” 

    “I am not sure honey I can’t say…we are just going to have to watch what is on there and find out ourselves. I brought my computer…”

    She says pulling her laptop our her bag. 

    “Oh hun that will do just fine.” Alex says to her. 

    As Harper start up the computer Alex checks his phone seeing if Jake texted him or anything but it was clear.  

    “Alright hun it’s ready. ” Harper says.

    Alex nods handing her the drive and she put’s it in the port. she does a few taps and a file containing a video in it pops up labeled. 

    HE IS STRAIGHT!

    “Are you sure you want to watch what is on this file Alex?” 

    I shake my head. “NO, I don;t but I have to watch it I need to know what is going on and why he is acting so weird.” 

    “Okay Alex…” Harper moves her finger on the pad and clicks the video opening it….

    ………….

    Scott:

       Scott drives back to the frat house. 

    “Hey bro Scott look I did you a huge favor and got rid of your gay problem”  Cliff says.

    He looks at Cliff confused. “What are you talking about?” 

    “Well, look don’t be mad but I recorded the kissing and you know you banging her” He chuckles. “I put the video on a flash drive and sent it to Alex. that faggot and soon he will know my boy is a man whore! Pleasure of women!” He laughs. 

    Scott color drains from his face and unable to move. “Look I have to go so I will see you later. YOu can thank me later bro!” He says. 

    No….Alex. Scott turns around dropping everyhting and races to his truck. He drives as fast as he could his tires shooting rocks every where as he tries to drive out of the dirt drive fast. When he makes it on the main riad and floors it racing hoping he can make it in time. He tries calling Alex over and over again but going to voice mail. 

    “Damn it come on Alex pick up the phone please!” He says frantically. Nearly hitting other cars and people he manage to get to Alex dorm building in one piece. He sets the truck in park and runs out with out even turning off the car and races into the building taking the steps two at a time.. When he finally reaches the top floor he turns the unlock door nob and pushes the door open. 

    Alex!” He says. The only other sound was the sound of Scott and Amanda moaning loudly from cumming together. 

    “Alex…baby…” Scott says feeling his hands shaking 

    “Baby…” He says once more.

    He watches as Alex turns slowly in his chair eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

    In that moment Scot could feel his heart break in two.

    “How could you…..” 

    To be continued……


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  • Harvey’s Training

    A/N: This story contains non-consensual (which will eventually be dubcon and then consensual) sexual slavery. This chapter contains urethral sounding, orgasm denial and begging.


    Harvey was in sexual agony for almost two hours. To him, it felt much longer. Time has a way of slowing down when you have a hard, throbbing cock that is begging to be satisfied. Whatever John had dosed him with was showing no signs of fading. Every breeze, every sound, made Harvey’s cock twitch hopefully, made him moan longingly. His fingers twitched with every throb, his wrists jerking against the cuffs every time his cock gave an insistent, angry pulse of need. Somehow, even feeling the way he couldn’t satisfy himself, feeling how helpless he was, just made him hornier. Some part of him was loving every second of his sexual torture. He had never been treated like this before, had never been so horny without relief, and he had certainly never been made to wait so long and so desperately.

    The sound of the door made him moan – it was a welcome sound. John had come back to play with him some more, and under the influence of the potent aphrodisiac and stimulant, Harvey welcomed it. Gone were the thoughts that he didn’t want this – replaced by one thing, and one thing only. He needed to get off. He needed John to touch him. He would do anything.

    Harvey’s cock twitched longingly as he tried to beg behind the gag. He didn’t get very far – just made incomprehensible, needy noises.

    John laughed, looking at the sight before him. The drug had worked its magic, perhaps even more so than usual. Harvey’s cock was exquisitely hard, drooling pre-cum with every twitch, like a leaky faucet. He looked like a single touch would set him off. Well, that wouldn’t do.

    “Come before you’re told and I’ll dose you again and leave you here all night,” John said. It wasn’t an idle threat. Harvey would learn obedience, whether he wanted to or not. “If you thought the last couple of hours were bad, a double dose and some time to think will set you right.”

    Behind the gag, Harvey whimpered, a sinking feeling in his stomach. If John started touching him, he didn’t think he would be able to control himself. He was a slave to his body, a slut to his cock, there would be nothing he could do.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be too cruel,” John said. Though really, that depended on one’s definition of ‘cruel’.

    Harvey jerked as he felt something wrap around his balls. He inhaled sharply through his nose as it started to tighten. It took him a second to comprehend what was happening, and by the time he worked it out, his balls were tight and aching. Some kind of cock ring. John tightened it further. It separated Harvey’s balls away from his body, making them tight and sensitive. It would also make it much harder for Harvey to release his load.

    It was just tight enough to hurt, to send an ache of erotic discomfort through him. Harvey squirmed in place as best he could.

    “Lovely,” John said. “Don’t worry, after I’ve spent a little time stuffing your cock, I’ll milk you dry. You’ll come so hard that you’ll never be the same.” He looked at Harvey. Really, he wanted the boy to see this.

    He moved, pulling the blindfold off.

    Harvey squinted against the light, his eyes watering. When he could finally see, his eyes darted around frantically, trying to see where he was. He quivered in place when he realised that he was in what could only be described as some kind of sex dungeon. A basement of some kind. Even the walls were soundproofed. His cock throbbed as his eyes went from one device of torture to another, and he knew with some certainty that he would eventually be well acquainted with everything in that room, and more.

    He focused on John – still handsome, and watching him with the same quiet authority that had appealed to Harvey in the first place. Next to John was an open case, metal gleaming. Sounds, he knew, from his own horny research. Not that he had ever tried them before. He shivered – the sounds ranged from thin pieces of metal to thicker than a finger.

    “I know,” John said, patting Harvey’s thigh gently. “Don’t worry, we won’t shove all of them in you. Not today.”

    John looked over at the sounding kit with a soft hum, ignoring the way that Harvey was pleading with his eyes – pleading to be touched, or pleading to be let go, he wasn’t sure. Maybe both.

    He picked out one of the slim pieces of metal – not the smallest, but definitely on the smaller side of the scale. He lubed it up generously, and placed it on Harvey’s naked thigh. Harvey was so tightly bound that he couldn’t do anything – couldn’t dislodge it. He whimpered with the knowledge of where it was going to go, knowing that he was completely helpless to stop it, knowing that his cock craved it, even though he was terrified of how it would feel.

    “I’m going to take your gag off, now, Harvey,” John said calmly. “If you scream, I’m going to start with the biggest sound in the case. I’ll give you a reason to really scream.”

    Harvey shuddered, looking into John’s eyes. Without a doubt, he knew that the other man meant it. As the gag was removed, he didn’t dare make a sound. He just worked his aching jaw and licked at his dry lips.

    “Good boy,” John said, pleased.

    “Please,” Harvey croaked, his throat dry.

    John raised an eyebrow, and lifted the sound by the slim handle. He positioned it at the head of Harvey’s hard cock, watching as the boy looked down his body at it – that was exactly why he had wanted to remove the blindfold. He wanted Harvey to see this violation of his most intimate place. Gripping Harvey’s cock, he stroked once and then held it pointed up toward the sound. Harvey shuddered.

    “Please,” Harvey repeated. Even he wasn’t sure if he was asking for more, or asking for it to stop. The aphrodisiac was driving him out of his mind. He was so sensitive that just that one stroke sent shudders of intense pleasure through him. If not for the tight cock ring, he might have come then and there.

    “You want me to stuff your cock?” John asked, teasing the sound around the head, pressing the slick metal against the slit, threatening to slide it in but never quite getting there. “If you let me fuck your cock, I’ll let you come. You want to come, don’t you?”

    God, he wanted to come so badly. “Y-yes,” Harvey said. “I need to come. Please.”

    John smiled like a shark – he had Harvey exactly where he wanted him. “I think you better ask nicely,” he said, and teased the sound in just a little, just the very tip.

    Harvey gasped and shuddered. It burned and itched, but there was something so sensitive and so good under that. Like someone dipping their tongue into his piss slit, except going further, too much, pain and pleasure all at once.

    “Please,” he said, urgently.

    “You’re going to have to do better than that,” John said, and teased the sound in just a little further, less than an inch.

    Harvey writhed in place. He wasn’t sure what John wanted, but he tried desperately to summon the right words. “Please stuff my cock,” he said, his voice low and needy.

    John rewarded him with another inch of cold, slick steel. It was the most intense feeling that Harvey had ever felt in his young life. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he whimpered and moaned. His cock felt harder than it had ever been, despite the pain of being violated like this. A completely new place, untouched, virginal… until now. He felt completely violated, completely owned, and his cock loved John for it.

    “You can do better than that,” John said, insistently. He drew the sound out, practically drawing Harvey into a fit of sensation, pre-cum and lube leaking liberally from his cock.

    “I don’t-fuck. I don’t know – ah – what you want,” Harvey said, barely able to put a sentence together.

    “I want you to beg me like the slut you are,” John said, as if this were a perfectly reasonable request. “I’m not going to feed you your lines, pet. You’re going to have to come up with them all on your own. But do try to make them good.”

    Harvey’s teeth clenched. He didn’t know what John wanted, didn’t know what to give him. He didn’t want to be so involved in his own debasement. His cock gave another throb and he whimpered.

    “Fuck, fuck, please,” he said, his toes curling, his hips straining against his bonds, yearning upwards toward the sound, now being held so cruelly above his aching cock. His piss slit hurt a little, a sweet little sting where John had pushed the sound in – just a few inches, just enough to give Harvey a taste, enough to make him crave more. If not for the aphrodisiac, he might not have been quite so eager, but with the drug in his system, it seemed like any kind of sexual contact was enough to drive him wild.

    Harvey licked his lips and took in a breath, his mind racing as he tried to work out what John wanted him to say.

    “Please stuff my slutty cock…?” he said, a hint of a question to his voice, his cheeks flushing at the humiliation of saying the words, though his cock jerked happily.

    John chuckled, and eased the sound down again, teasing it around the head, spreading lube and pre-cum into the slit. “Use your imagination,” he said, patiently. “I want you to talk to me. The more you talk, the more you get. It’s simple.”

    Harvey took in another heaving breath. He could barely pull together enough to make a sentence, nevermind be creative with it. His hands curled. It was cruel. If John had fed him the words, he could have repeated them mindlessly. But making him think about it was just evil.

    “I want it so bad,” he said, defeated – trying despite himself. His cock demanded it. “I need you to do it. Please, just put it in me.”

    It wasn’t the most creative, but it was earnest, and perhaps it was the earnestness of it that deserved a reward. John slid the sound back into Harvey’s cock, deeper this time, an extra inch or so, opening him up.

    Harvey squirmed, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck deeper please, rape my cock.” The return of the foreign penetration flipped a switch in Harvey – all he could think about was getting more, saying anything he could to get more.

    John smiled, and let the sound slide deeper, all the way in. “You’re getting the idea,” he said, watching Harvey’s face. The boy was crying, just a little, overwhelmed by what he was feeling.

    “I’m gonna-,“ Harvey warned.

    “No you’re not,” John said, calmly. He reached down and fisted Harvey’s balled in a crushing grip, pulling downwards, aborting Harvey’s orgasm as the boy whimpered and panted, the sound still in him. John let go of the sound, letting it work its magic. The boy’s body did the work for him – every clench made the sound shift, squirting out a little before settling back inside again. Gleaming, slick metal was visible with every involuntary jerk and clench.

    “How does it feel?” John asked, calmly.

    “Hurts,” Harvey grunted, which was only half-true. It did hurt, in a strange way. It burned and ached. He didn’t want to think about what it would feel like later, when he needed to use the bathroom. It also felt wonderful, an indescribable sensation that was far too sensitive, driving him to heights of lust with every involuntary squirm and clench. The sound was fucking his helpless cock, and it was using his own body against him to do it.

    John tutted, and reached for the sound. He drew it out, halfway, threateningly, making Harvey jerk in place at the sensation. Having it pulled out like that was too much. His head thumped back against the table as he tried to process.

    “Do you want me to take it out and leave you like this?” John asked.

    “No!” Harvey said, panicking. “No, no, it feels- ugh. It feels good,” he said, taking in a sobbing breath as John slowly let the sound settle back into his aching cock. “It feels so good. Please.”

    “Please?” John asked. “Do you want to come, little one?”

    “Oh God, please. I’ll do anything. Fuck, please let me.” There was no question there – Harvey was absolutely aching for it.

    “Alright,” John said, and smiled. “You’re so desperate for it that the cock ring won’t even hold you for long, and we have a long session ahead of us. I want to be able to stretch your piss hole without worrying you’re going to blow at any moment.”
    Harvey just shuddered – at that moment, as much as those words scared him, the idea of having his urethra stretched by the sounds seemed ridiculously erotic. As if on cue, the sound inside him squirted out nearly halfway before settling back in again, making him sob.

    “Just one thing. If I let you come, you have to agree to let me have it all before I let you go,” John said.

    Harvey didn’t even stop to think about what John meant. “Yes, please, whatever you want,” he said, his agreement instant.

    “Good,” John said. “Good boy.” He worked the cock ring off slowly, keeping a tight hold on Harvey’s balls so that the boy didn’t blow before John was ready.

    Harvey’s cock throbbed urgently, like it knew what was coming. He was so close that he could taste it, just from having the sound in his cock.

    It happened so quickly that Harvey couldn’t have helped himself, couldn’t have stopped it if he had tried. John let go of his balls and gripped the tip of the sound, twirling it inside his cock. Just one rotation was all it took. Harvey’s balls drew up and he came hard, his head hitting the table, his cock pulsing and his toes curling as he screamed. Pleasure raced through him, zipping up his spine.

    Worse, John held the sound in place, not letting the contractions of Harvey’s body eject it, forcing Harvey to come around it. It stung, sending Harvey’s orgasm to new heights as he writhed, coming and coming until he thought he would pass out. It was the best orgasm of his young life, his stomach covered in creamy spunk, his chest heaving.

    “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” John asked, watching the sweating, trembling boy try to come down from his mind-blowing orgasm. Slowly, he removed the sticky, cum-covered sound, making the boy tremble and whimper.

    “Now, I think you can take one a little bigger, don’t you?”

  • Is It Possible…?

    Hi everyone. RichardAdams here. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to post this, but here it finally is. The last chapter of Is It Possible…? and the last chapter of the Am I…? series. For those of you that don’t know, when I started this series, I was a fresh high school graduate about to head to college. And before I even started writing this, an idea popped into my head. “I think I’m going to write a new book.”

    So I got to work on Am I…? And before I even know it, I had completed a quarter of it. Yes, when I first started writing it, my writing was pretty crap. I like to think I’ve gotten better as time has gone by. I originally thought Am I…? was going to be a stand alone novel. But you all asked for me to keep it going, so I decided to add a sequel with Could I Be…?

    By the time I finished that, people were asking for a trilogy. So I chose to write Is It Possible…? So here I am, two and a half years after starting this journey, and here we are at the end. I know it’s taken me quite a while to get this out there, but I think a part of me didn’t want this story and this series to end. 

    But I also knew I wanted to get this done and get the sense of accomplishment I would get from finishing this series. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but a good one nonetheless. I hope I’ve been able to create an ending that makes all the readers happy. I’ve happy with what I’ve created, and that’s what is important to me.

    So here it is. The final chapter of Is It Possible…? Stay tuned after for another message from me. I hope you all enjoy.


    Epilogue

    “Tanner! We’re going to be late for your parents’ party!” 

    “Hang on a few seconds! It takes a little while for me to get a boot on my leg!” 

    With a few more Velcro straps secured, I rise off the bed and take one last look in the mirror. Should I let my hair keep growing out a bit? I’ll ask Greg in a few days. I grab my crutches and hobble over to the door and walk into the living room, where I find Greg standing at the counter and Adam doing his impromptu push ups. 

    He hops back up to his feet. “How’s the leg, bootie?” 

    “Just be glad I can’t ram my foot up your ass, Adam.” 

    “You even try to ram your foot up his ass, you’ll get my arm down your throat,” Greg says. He walks over to me and kisses my cheek. “Just be glad this wasn’t serious or I would have killed you.” 

    I glance down at the boot covering the lower half of my leg. “How long again did the doctor say I have to keep this on?” I ask. 

    “Five weeks. You’re lucky you didn’t break a bone. But the doctor said the bruises were pretty bad, so the five weeks are a precaution.” He leans in close and lowers his voice. “I’m more upset that I still haven’t been able to tell you how proud I am of you for the finals and how I want to get you in bed and…” 

    “You know I’m, like, five feet away from you both and can hear everything you say, right?” Adam says. 

    “I know,” Greg says. “I say things like that around you to in order to get you to squirm.” 

    Adam rolls his eyes. “C’mon. Party starts pretty soon, right?” 

    “Yup,” I say. “You drive.” He grabs my keys off the counter and we head down to my car. “I hate the back seat,” I say as I climb in. 

    “Sorry, Tanner,” Greg says. “But you do need the extra leg room.” 

    Why does he sound so happy with that? Adam heads over to my parents’ house and it’s not long before we get there, a few other people already here. Greg helps me out of the car and we walk up to the front door. It opens as soon as we step up to it. “About time you got here,” Dad says. 

    “Blame Tanner,” Adam says. “It takes him a little while to piss with his brace on.” 

    I take one of my crutches and proceed to whack Adam in the back of the leg with it. “Don’t make fun of the guy with the weapon,” I threaten. 

    Dad laughs at our antics. “C’mon in. Your mother is running the kitchen.” 

    Yay… We all walk in and are immediately met by the voice of my mother. “Put some elbow grease in to it, Drew! Those noodles aren’t going to form themselves! Keith, stop stealing the cookies! Allie, show your boyfriend how to do it! Ethan, keep forming those patties!” 

    We walk around the corner and find Mom standing in the middle of the kitchen as she watches everyone scramble around her with a hawk’s eye. “Gregory!” she yells. “You’re on potato salad duty! Start chopping potatoes! Adam! Carry bags of ice from the basement! Tanner!” She glances at my leg and makes a face. “Go sit down with your father.” 

    “Damn you, Tanner!” Allie yells as she helps kneed dough with Drew. “You just had to go and hurt yourself, didn’t you?” 

    I shrug innocently. “Not my fault I have a job where I can hurt myself a lot. Could you grab me a beer though?” 

    If looks could kill, Allie’s would have buried me in the ground about twelve times by now. “Don’t make me get you working, Tanner,” Mom says. “Hurt leg or not, I can find something for you to do.” 

    “Oh, I’m not that thirsty anymore…” 

    I quickly crutch into the living room and out of Mom’s line of sight. As soon as I sit down, the sound of the front door closing catches my attention and I find Scott with a few six packs of Stella under his arms. “Need a hand with that?” Dad asks from his chair. 

    “Nah, I’m good. Clark and Simon are grabbing a few more things from the car.” 

    Speak of the devil, the two walk in not even a moment later, each holding a cooler. “Hope you like ribs,” Clark says. “We brought plenty for everyone.” 

    “And some homemade mac and cheese,” Simon follows up. 

    Greg walks out of the kitchen and gives his family hugs. “Please save me…” he quietly whispers. 

    “I heard that, Gregory!” Mom yells. 

    Greg quietly swears and returns to the kitchen and Mom’s wrath, his family close behind. I’m going to pray for him pretty soon. Turning on the television, I immediately find a news channel. “And Happy 4th of July to all of our viewers!” the anchor says. “Our live coverage of the fireworks in New York City will start in just a few short hours! We hope you stay tuned with us and enjoy the spectacle!” 

    Not exactly the same as fireworks in person, but it’s better than those crap ones from the grocery store. Although no one can ever beat sparklers. The front door opens and closes and I see Ulrich and A.J. walking in, holding a few containers. “Even after nearly thirty years of knowing you boys you still don’t knock when you come here,” Dad says. 

    “You know you love us, Mr. White,” A.J. says. “Even in our old age.” 

    “So what does that make me?” Dad asks. 

    “The crypt keeper,” Ulrich follows up. 

    Dad walks over to them and locks them both in a tight headlock. “You better have brought food and drinks or I’m going to pop your heads like zits.” 

    They both hold up their containers and Dad releases them before Dad promptly takes the food and drink to the kitchen. “How’s the bruise coming?” Ulrich asks. 

    “A few more weeks then I can get back on the ice. But this is torture…” 

    “So that means you’re able to help with the bar, right?” A.J. asks. 

    I take my crutch and am about to smack his leg with it when a high-pitched, bloodcurdling scream comes from the kitchen. We all rush to the kitchen, save for me because I need to crutch in there. As soon as we walk in, we find everyone in the kitchen on the other side of it, looking at one of the containers A.J. and Ulrich brought it like it’s going to kill them slowly. 

    I match all of their frozen positions and look at the container. “Can someone explain why I nearly crapped myself after hearing that scream?” I ask. “Please tell me there isn’t something dead in there.” 

    “No, nothing dead…” Allie quietly says. 

    “Alive?” 

    “Oh for the love of God…”  

    Ulrich walks over to the container and pulls out two large plastic bags. Everyone, save for A.J. and Ulrich, bristles at the sight of the bright red contents of the bags. “Ulrich, you brought wings into my parents’ house?!” I yell. 

    “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Tanner,” he says. He rips open one of the bags and pulls it close to his nose, taking a large whiff. Just when I think I’m about to get something from his will, he comes back perfectly fine. “They’re medium wings. I toned down my recipe or today.” 

    Slowly, the group of cowering adults moves toward the bags and gets a closer look. “Holy crap,” Ethan says. “They’re…normal…” 

    “I am capable of making food that everyone can eat,” Ulrich says. “Now if the oven is open, I would like to reheat these.” 

    With the threat gone, everyone calms down again. “Okay, everyone,” Mom says. “Not even the potential threat of Ulrich’s wings is going to keep me from running this kitchen. Everyone back to your positions!” 

    “I kind of wish they were his special wings now…” Keith whispers. 

    Mom smacks Keith on the shoulder and everyone gets back to work. But as I walk back in to the living room, I see Dad and Drew stepping out to the front porch. Hmmm. I plop back on to the couch and Greg joins me a second later. “Your mom let me relax with you for a little while…” 

    “You sound so relieved.” 

    “Your mother is a slave driver, but she makes awesome food and is nice when she wants to be.” He slumps over and rests his head on my shoulder. “Comfort me. Your mom was mean to me…” 

    I wrap an arm around his shoulder and pull him close. “Why aren’t you comforting me? I’m the one with the hurt leg.” 

    “I comforted you already. It’s my turn.” 

    I roll my eyes, but give the top of his head a kiss and settle into the couch. Dad and Drew return a few minutes later with Dad looking satisfied with himself and Drew looking like he’s seen a ghost. “Something happened with them,” I say. 

    “Any idea what?” 

    “I didn’t hear any screaming and don’t see anything broken, so it probably was a conversation. Not sure what about though. But I’m curious.” 

    Glancing in to the kitchen, I see Drew helping Allie with what I think are the ribs. But I notice that he seems really tense. Dad takes a seat back in his chair with a beer and kicks his feet up. “Getting a head start on the party, Dad?” I ask. 

    “You could say that.” 

    He pops the cap off and takes a long drink from the bottle. Strange. Dad loves the 4th of July. It’s arguably his favorite holiday. Seeing him so subdued is…strange. Slowly, the other guests start to arrive. They’re mostly family friends from when we were all growing up along with a few neighbors. 

    The party moves to the backyard, where Dad fires up the barbecue to start grilling the meat and many of the men crowd around trying to add their own input. Everyone else mostly enjoys the nice weather and company. Unfortunately for me, I’m confined to a chair for the festivities. 

    Everyone wishes me well on my injury, and I appreciate the kind words, but I want to enjoy this day with my family, friends, and Greg. It’s hard to do that when you need two walking sticks that stab you in the armpits just to go to the bathroom. But I try to make do with what I have. 

    But that doesn’t mean I get to take advantage of the situation as well. “My leg hurts…” I whine to Greg. “Can you feed me?” 

    “You have two working arms, you big baby.” 

    “But it hurts…”  

    Taking a page from Allie’s book, I pull off the best puppy dog face I can. Greg makes a face at me. “That is probably the worst puppy face I have ever seen. But you get bonus points for trying.” 

    He grabs a hot dog on a plate between us and holds it in front of me. “This is very sexual,” I say. 

    “I’m feeding you a tube of congealed pork with mustard on it. There is nothing sexual about this.” 

    Laughing, I take a bite of the hot dog and swallow before planting a kiss to Greg’s lips. As I pull back, I see I left a bit of mustard on the corner of his mouth. “Oops.” 

    Greg notices and takes his tongue and licks around his lips, cleaning up the mustard and making me slightly aroused at the sight. “You did that on purpose…” 

    “Me? I was only cleaning up what you left behind…” 

    He smirks at me. The little tease. Reaching behind him, I get a handful of his sweet butt, making him yelp and jump. I grab him and pull him in to my lap, holding him tight. “Now you did that on purpose,” he says, trying to be angry. 

    “Me? You’re the one who teased me with that tongue flick.” 

    He and I stare at each other for a moment before the two of us both laugh. He makes himself comfortable on my lap and gives me a kiss himself. Looking up, I feel my face redden at seeing just about everyone in the backyard staring at the two of us. “You two are so in love it’s almost disgusting,” Ethan says near us. 

    A few other people snicker. “You’re just jealous you don’t have someone to date,” I say. 

    The sudden rev of a motorcycle engine grabs everyone’s attention. All except Ethan for some reason. A moment later, the side gate to the backyard opens up and from the side of the house, an incredibly beautiful woman appears. Shining dark black hair, a slender, sexy body covered in tight jeans and a tank top, and a porcelain white face accented with Asian features. 

    The woman gazes around the party until she sees Ethan and she smiles. She walks over to him and he greets her with a hug. “Glad you could make it,” he says. 

    “Sorry for being late,” she says, her voice light and bubbly. “The traffic was terrible.” 

    Ethan chuckles and gives her cheek a kiss. “This is Yumi,” he says. “She’s the lead singer of Nerve Ending and we’ve been going out for a little over a month now.” 

    The little fucker… Ethan gives me a wink and escorts Yumi over to Mom and Dad, who seem eager to meet her. “That was an epic middle finger from your brother,” Greg says. 

    “Don’t encourage him. But yes. Yes it was.” 

    Greg gives the side of my face a sympathetic pat. “Hey, so what’re you doing next weekend?” 

    “The same as last weekend: sitting at home wishing my leg wasn’t hurt so I could do the stuff I normally do.” 

    “How about you and I go somewhere special? Just the two of us.” 

    A trip? With just me and Greg? I’m already interested. “What did you have in mind?” 

    “I was thinking we could drive up to Lake Tahoe and camp for the weekend. Think about it: starry nights, you and me by a campfire, no one around to catch us doing…” 

    “You had me at Lake Tahoe. I’m so in.” 

    Greg smiles and gives me a small kiss. Looking across the yard, I see Dad still at the grill, trying to focus on what he’s doing. But even from here I can tell he’s distracted. I wonder if everything’s okay. I’ll talk to him after the party is finished. 

    Thankfully, the food turns out amazing as usual. If there’s one thing Dad knows how to do well, it’s grilling. And working out, but that doesn’t count at the moment. As soon as the sun fully sets, the guests all break out their fireworks and start lighting them up. I guess all it takes is a little alcohol and some gunpowder for adults to turn into small children. 

    Thankfully, no one is hurt through the very flammable festivities. And after everyone has managed to sober up a bit, people start to help clean up and leave. It’s been a pretty good day. I wish I could have enjoyed it more if I were able to move a little bit better, but I had fun nonetheless. 

    Sitting in the living room watching a little TV, Dad walks in and takes a seat next to me. “Where’s Gregory?” he asks. 

    “Bathroom. Where’s everyone else?” 

    “Kitchen. The Carters just left, so my house is now mine again.” 

    Dad lets out a loud belch from the pit of his stomach. “Just because it’s your house doesn’t mean there still aren’t people here,” I say, waving a hand in front of my face. 

    Greg walks back into the living room. But before he can take a seat, he takes a quick few whiffs of the air. “Did someone bring roadkill in here?” 

    “That would be this big lug right here,” I say. “Let out a nasty burp a few seconds ago.” 

    “Been holding that one in, Hank?” 

    “The whole party.” 

    Greg laughs and takes a seat next to me. “So, Dad. What’s gotten up your butt? You seemed really on edge this whole afternoon.” 

    He lets out a big sigh and falls back into the couch. “It’s nothing that you need to involve yourself with, Tanner. All it really is is…” 

    A sudden shriek from the backyard grabs all of our attention. Jumping off the couch, at least trying to in my opinion, we all run (I hop) to the back door, where Mom, Ethan, and Keith are already through. Making it to the backyard, I don’t expect to see what we find. 

    What I find is Allie with her hand pressed to her mouth and Drew down on a single knee, a velvet box held in front of him. “Allie White, will you make me the happiest man on Earth by accepting this ring? Will you marry me?” 

    Allie doesn’t give a moment’s notice before she pulls Drew back up to his feet and jumping into his arms. So that’s what Dad was focused on all day. Drew must have asked his permission to propose to Allie. Mom lets out a loud squeal and rushes at the two. “Oooh! I get to plan a wedding!” 

    Keith and Ethan walk over to Allie to give her hugs while shooting intimidating glares at Drew. Don’t get me wrong. They both think Drew is awesome. But if he so much as even hurts my sister’s feelings, he’ll feel the wrath of four very angry White men and one furious White mother. 

    Greg steps up next to me. “Guess you were worried over nothing.” 

    “I guess so. But now that my conscious is at ease, we get to plan our weekend vacation.” 

    Greg smiles up at me. “I’m just glad Mark hasn’t taken his McLaren back yet.” 

    Oh fuck yes. 

    —————-

    A little more than a week later, I drive up to Tanner’s apartment and send him a quick text letting him know I’m here. I don’t think I’m ever going to get over driving this thing. I can see why rich people buy these things. It’s not always because they have small penises (while many of the do). It’s the fact that you have a very powerful and awesome looking car at your disposal. 

    A minute later, Tanner walks out of the front entrance to his building. Thankfully his doctor said Tanner could have limited movement of his leg. While it isn’t much, Tanner was incredibly relieved to know that his leg wouldn’t be in the way of our weekend getaway. “This thing is incredible,” he says as he climbs in with his bag. 

    “You’re telling me. And Mark said I could keep it for the weekend as long as I get it washed before I bring it back.” 

    Throwing the car into drive, it’s not long before we’re on the 395 headed north. Thankfully, Mark’s McLaren is equipped with a retractable roof. So with that down, we take in the mid-summer sun. “How long do you think until we’re there?” Tanner asks me. 

    “Probably a few hours. But at least we decided to take the scenic route.” 

    And it’s definitely scenic. It really helps to push away all the stresses of everyday life away. As we keep driving up the highway, a sharp, distant rev catches my attention. Looking in my rearview mirror, I see two small dots a good distance behind us. But I quickly notice that they’re getting closer. And fast. 

    My hand tightens on the steering wheel by instinct and a nervous noise bubbles up in my stomach. “What’s up?” Tanner asks me. 

    “I don’t like how those two guys behind us are getting closer.” 

    Tanner glances behind him and sees the two in the distance. “They’ll probably just pass us. Ignore them.” 

    Trying to get back to focusing on the road, I find myself glancing in the rearview mirror again. And all I see are the two getting even closer. It’s two motorcycles, and they’re coming up fast. Before I can try and do anything, the two cycles race up next to the car and match our speed. 

    I glance at the two bikers and the one in front tries to flag me down. Like hell I’m stopping! As I’m about to press my foot to the petal to speed up, the biker in front flips up their visor. And even though they’re squinting, I recognize those eyes anywhere. I start to slow down the car and pull off onto the side of the road. 

    The bikers pull up behind us and kick their stands down. “Greg, what’re you doing?” Tanner asks as he looks in the side mirror. 

    “Relax, Tanner! Even from back here I can feel you shaking!” 

    I roll my eyes and step out of the car. The two bikers peel off their helmets and their two incredibly handsome faces make an appearance. “You trying to give me a heart attack?” I ask. 

    “Oh, you know it’s so easy to,” Josh says. 

    “Sucks I didn’t get you to piss your pants,” Leo follows up. “I would have laughed so hard had I seen you ruin Mark’s car.” 

    “You’re a fucking sadist, Leo.” 

    “You should have seen him last night,” Josh says with a dreamy look in his eyes. “Him taking control makes things in the bedroom so much more…” 

    “Okay, if there’s one thing I don’t need to hear it’s your sex life,” Tanner says, joining us. “What’re you guys doing here?” 

    “We both needed a vacation,” Leo says. “Things at the shop are getting busier and busier, so we’re thinking about opening a second shop pretty soon. But we’re both so exhausted that we decided a weekend getaway would be perfect for the both of us.” 

    “No Aiden and Jade?” I ask. 

    “They’re with our parents,” Josh says. “They were more than happy to spend time with each other. What about you guys?” 

    “Pretty much the same thing. We wanted a weekend away from the hustle and bustle, so we decided to drive up to Lake Tahoe for a camping weekend.” 

    Josh glances over at Leo and, in one of their wordless conversations, smile at one another. “How do you guys feel about adding two more to that camping trip?” 

    Camping with Josh and Leo? Hell, I’m down for it. We went on a few weekend retreats with some friends back in college and those were a lot of fun. But how would Tanner…? “The more the merrier,” Tanner says from behind me. “But our tent is only big enough for two.” 

    Well that was easy. “No worries,” Josh says. “We’ll grab some supplies and meet you guys there. Still a few hours left in the drive anyway.” 

    “Perfect,” I say. “See you there.” 

    Tanner and I climb back into the McLaren and resume our drive. “Pretty odd coincidence that we’d see there here, don’t you think?” Tanner asks. 

    “A little. But I wouldn’t focus on it too much. They’re two of my closest friends and they really seem to like you too, even though you guys haven’t interacted very much. So I say let’s roll with it.” 

    Tanner shrugs and goes back to looking at the passing scenery. Some time later, we arrive in Lake Tahoe, the peaceful quiet a blessing for the both of us. And with the Fourth of July weekend behind us, the place is very nearly deserted. Parking the car, we climb out and stretch our limbs before grabbing our stuff. 

    Once the car is covered, we set out to find a good camping spot. “Shouldn’t we wait for the guys?” Tanner asks. 

    “They’ll be able to find us. But now we get to have some alone time…” 

    With a cliché wiggle of my eyebrows, Tanner laughs and we keep setting out. A few minutes later, we find a perfectly flat area near the lake and close by Emerald Bay. There are a few boaters and other campers around, but it’s still incredibly quiet. We set our stuff down and star setting up the tent. 

    Hammering a spike in the ground, Tanner looks over at me. “I may enjoy camping, but putting this shit together is a pain in the ass.” 

    “A necessary evil, Tanner. After we finish this up, we can take a walk together down the beach.” 

    “Sounds good to me. Can you hand me another spike?” 

    Grabbing a spike in question, I hand it to him and help getting the tent set up. But as I raise some of the tent, I feel something in the back of my head. Not any pain, no, but a strange feeling. Like…someone’s watching me. Glancing around, I see that it’s only me and Tanner here. Hmmm. 

    The tent is finally set up a few minutes later and we toss our bags in it. “Ready for that walk?” he asks me. 

    With a smile, I take his hand and we set off toward the beach. The water is a bright blue and shimmering in the late afternoon sun. My shoes slowly sink into the soft sand as we take a moment to gaze out over the water. “This was a great idea,” Tanner says. 

    “I think so too.” 

    Tanner plants a kiss to the side of my head, making me blush. “Hey, fancy seeing you two here!” 

    Looking over toward a large rock, I find a familiar face perched on top of it, sketchbook and pencil in hand. “Zane!” I say. “What’re you doing here?” 

    Securing his sketchbook, he slides off the rock and walks over to us. “I wanted to come out here to get some inspiration for my next collection. So I’ve been drawing the landscape nonstop ever since we got here yesterday.” 

    “We?” Tanner asks. 

    “You should know by now that wherever Zane is, I’m close by, Tanner.” 

    Spinning around, we find Eric standing right behind us, wearing a loose tank top and running shorts. “Good run?” Zane asks. 

    “Loved it. I always love running on sand.” 

    “What brings you two out here?” Zane asks. 

    “We wanted a weekend away from our lives, so we decided some camping would be good for us,” I say. 

    “Looks like we came camping for peace and quiet and found some losers instead!” 

    Looking behind us, we find Josh and Leo walking over to us. They approach Zane and Eric and give the two some hard bro hugs. “Nice!” Eric says. “We get to relive our senior year camping trip!” 

    Everyone, save for Tanner and Eric, groan at the memory. “We will never speak of that weekend ever again,” Josh says. 

    “I still have a mark from when you guys decided it would be fun to throw hot marshmallows at each other!” Zane says. 

    “Sweetie, that mark was already there,” Eric says. “Trust me. I’ve seen it more than enough times when you decide you want to ride on…” 

    “La la la!” Tanner says, pressing his hands to his ears. “I don’t know you two well enough for sex stories!” 

    The guys chuckle at seeing Tanner’s reaction. “Just be glad you didn’t go to college with any of the,” I say. “You’d hear all four of them having sex nonstop! In the showers, their rooms, the bushes, hell I’m pretty sure I heard one of you in Charles’ office one time!” 

    “What Charles doesn’t know won’t hurt me,” Zane says. “At least we got the stain out of the couch before he managed to notice.” 

    He wiggles his eyebrows at Eric, who grabs a hand full of Zane’s butt cheek in response. “Are you guys set up near here?” I ask. 

    “Yeah, just a little ways away,” Eric says. “But a really obnoxious college couple is camped near us and they’re constantly getting it on in their tent. Maybe we could join you guys at your site?” 

    “By all means,” Tanner says. “Just lead us to your tent and we’ll help you pack up.” 

    And after about an hour’s work (and a bit of ear covering to give that college couple some respect), Eric and Zane’s tent is set up right along side ours and Josh and Leo’s. The sun is already starting to set, we set quickly get a fire going. Josh gets some hot dogs out of a cooler he and Leo bought and pass around a few roasting forks. 

    With the hot dogs cooking, the sun finally goes down and a peaceful quiet washes over the lake. “You guys want to play ‘Never Have I Ever?’” Leo asks. 

    “Ha!” Eric exclaims. “I haven’t played that since high school!” 

    “Never played myself,” I say. “But I’m in.” 

    Everyone else nods and Leo stands up and goes to the cooler. He comes back with a few six packs of Guinness and sets them near the fire. “Okay. Rules are, when you have done something someone says, you take a sip. First one to finish their beer loses.” 

    “What does the loser have to do?” Tanner asks. 

    Leo thinks about it for a minute before grinning. “Strip naked and go and jump in the lake.” 

    “Oh c’mon, it’s freezing right now!” Zane says. “My balls will disappear inside of me!” 

    “Scared of losing, Zane?” Josh teases. 

    “Them’s fighting words, Rusden.” Ha, Zane’s slight Texas accent has made an appearance. “Hand me a beer. Let’s do this shit.” 

    The beers are passed around and I’m surprised to see Leo take one for himself. “I thought you didn’t drink.” 

    “I’m slowly getting back into it. Wine is nice, but I want to get into drinking a beer every once in a while.” 

    “Okay, ladies,” Eric says. “Who wants to go first?” 

    After a moment, all eyes point to Tanner. “Why me?” 

    “Newbies first,” Leo says. “We all played drinking games in college, but not with you. C’mon, hothead. Let’s see what you’re made of.” 

    I swear a little bit of steam comes out of Tanner’s ears. “You’re on, pretty boy. Never have I ever…been tied up during sex.” 

    There’s a moment of silence before both Josh and Leo take sips of their beers. “That was an awesome night,” Josh says. 

    “We still have those handcuffs if we want to do it again sometime.” 

    The two lock lips for a moment before returning to the real world. “Your turn, Greg,” Tanner tells me. 

    “Okay, um…never have I ever have phone sex with someone.” 

    Everyone, except me and Tanner, takes a drink. “You two need to step up your game,” Zane says. 

    “More like you four need to calm the fuck down,” Tanner says. 

    “My turn,” Eric says. “Never have I ever flashed someone I didn’t know.” 

    Tanner takes quick gulp of his beer. “You have?” I ask. 

    “By accident. I was in the locker room in college changing and I didn’t know that a tour group was coming through at that time. There was a memo but I missed it. I strip naked and am met by a group of about fifteen or twenty people. I think I scared a grandma half to death.” 

    The guys burst out laughing and I’m quick to join in the fray. This is nice. Friends, fire, alcohol, and a quiet night. As the game continues, I start to get that seem feeling I felt earlier. Like I’m being watched. Looking around, all I see is darkness. Maybe I’m just over thinking things and the alcohol is getting to me. 

    A few beers later for all of us, we’re all pretty exhausted. “I think I’m going to head to bed,” Josh says, stretching his arms. “I want to see the sunrise in the morning.” 

    “Just don’t wake me when you do,” Leo jokes. “I need my beauty rest.” 

    Josh grins and he and Leo head to their tent. Eric and Zane aren’t far behind them. Tossing some water onto the fire, Tanner and I head for our tent too. Climbing in, Tanner zips up behind us and we both quickly strip down. “Good first day in my opinion,” he says. 

    “I think so too. How about tomorrow we go for a swim in the lake then go for a small hike?” 

    “Sounds awesome.” We both lie down on our sleeping bags and scoot close to one another, my head resting on his solid chest. “Get some sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

    Feeling myself smile, I close my eyes and slowly ease into a peaceful sleep. 

    —————-

    I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but I’m quickly awoken by the sound of a twig snapping right outside of Tanner’s and my tent. Taking a second to situate myself, I shake out my head and look toward the entrance flap. “Josh? Eric? Guys? Is that you?” I whisper. 

    No answer. Oh for the love of God please don’t be a bear or mountain lion or some shit like that. I grab my glasses and turn on my lantern to the lowest setting, accidently waking Tanner up in the process. “Greg? What’s going on?” he mumbles. 

    “I heard something outside. I want to check it out.” 

    Sitting up and stretching a little, he looks at me. “I’m coming with you.” 

    Turning on the lantern full blast, we unzip the tent and step outside. It’s still pitch black out here. “Do you see anything?” Tanner asks. 

    “Nothing. I swear I heard…” 

    Another twig snaps, this time a much larger one, making both of us jump. “If this is someone’s idea of a prank this shit isn’t even funny,” Tanner says. 

    The sound of a zipper catches my attention and I see Eric and Zane stepping out of their tent, wearing next to nothing. “Nice briefs, Eric,” I joke. 

    “You’re just jealous I can pull this shit off. What the hell are you two doing? It’s three in the morning.” 

    “I heard something moving out here and we came out here to check it out,” I say. “We think whatever it is may still be nearby.” 

    Josh and Leo’s tent opens up next. They’re dressed a bit more modestly than the other two. “So why are you guys making so much noise in the middle of the night?” Josh asks. 

    “Gregory heard something and he and Tanner came out to take a look,” Zane says. 

    “Well whatever it may have been must be gone now based on how much you guys were talking,” Leo says, suppressing a yawn. 

    Nodding in agreement, we all start to head back to our tents. But as I’m about to step in, another twig breaks, this time a much larger one. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” Tanner says, stepping back out. 

    The guys join us again, this time with a couple flashlights and shine them through the trees. And that’s all we see: trees. Nothing else. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. But something had to have broken that twig. “Okay, I’m going to be the voice of reason here,” Josh says. “We’re in the middle of the woods and it’s the dead of night. Animals are going to make noise. 

    “So with that being said, I’m going back to sleep. I’ll make pancakes in the morning with the stuff Leo and I bought. But that’s only if we ALL go back to bed. Okay?” 

    We all nod and turn back to our tents again. Zipped back up, I climb back on my sleeping bag with Tanner. “Do you think it was just a deer or something?” I ask. 

    “I don’t know. But staying up all night thinking about it isn’t going to help either of us. Let’s just get some sleep and think about the pancakes Josh is going to make for us tomorrow morning?” 

    Mmmm. Pancakes. With that in mind, I lay my head on Tanner’s chest and ease back into my dream state. 

    —————-

    I watch from behind the trees as the six climb back into their tents. It’s always nice to throw them through a loop. It keeps them on there feet. I’ll let them sleep for now, but come tomorrow, I’m going to have a little fun with each and every one of them. Or I’ll just stalk them like a creep. Whichever one I feel like. 

    But just for good measure, I pick up the largest stick I can find and bend it until it snaps right in two. All three of the tents shift from the guys shuffling in all of them, making me laugh a bit. Okay, that’s enough for one night. I think I’ll just go…wait, I just thought of something incredibly evil for me to do. 

    Should I do it? Um…hell yes? It’ll be hilarious for me! Let’s just turn up the heat a bit and let the sparks fly! 

    —————-

    Oh my fucking God! Why is it so hot?! I slowly wake from my state of being partially dead and find my body is practically drenched in sweat. And where the hell are the clothes I slept in last night? Did I take them off while I was asleep? Slowly sitting up, I wipe as much sweat off my forehead as possible. 

    Stretching and popping just about every joint I can, I see Greg starting to wake up too. “Holy shit,” he says, sitting up too. “It was nice and cool last night. How did it get so hot?” 

    “Global warming probably.” He throws his sleeping bag off of himself, only to reveal he’s as nude as I am. “Um…did you strip naked last night after we fell asleep?” 

    Greg looks down at himself, immediately looking confused. “What the hell!” 

    Don’t get me wrong. I’m fucking confused as hell. But I will take complete advantage for this situation just so I can see Greg naked in front of me. He rises to his feet to try and grab some clothes from his bag, only to find that his bag is gone. “Okay, is someone messing with me?” he asks. 

    “Wasn’t me. My bag is gone too.” 

    “Um…guys?” Leo? “Can you come out here please?” I glance over at Greg and he gingerly unzips the tent flap. We stick our heads out to see Josh and Leo doing the same thing as we are. “Did you take our clothes? We can’t find them.” 

    “Our clothes are gone too,” I say. “Do you think Zane and Eric did it?” 

    “Nope, because we’re as naked as the day is long.” 

    And looking over at Zane and Eric’s tent, the two come out completely naked, not even caring that their man junk is on display for the world to see. “So do you guys want to give up this joke?” Eric asks. “I don’t want to accidently show my ass to some old woman and kill her.” 

    Well, if they’re naked, might as well join them out there. I fully unzip the tent and step outside, despite Greg’s protests. “Okay, so none of us took our clothes. So now we have two questions: where are our clothes and who took them?” 

    The rest of the guys join in the public nudity. And now I take the opportunity to ogle the other very hot and sexy men here. Don’t pop a boner here, Tanner. You’ll make things even weirder than they already are. “Is anything else gone?” Greg asks. 

    “Not that we’ve seen,” Josh says. “Just our clothes.” 

    “Well,” Zane says. “Someone’s a gigantic dickface.” 

    “Let’s just hope they’re decent enough to eventually bring them back,” Leo says. “But until then, I don’t want to let this ruin any of the relaxing we had in mind for this weekend. Josh, break out the pancake stuff.” 

    “Wait, we’re seriously going to hang around naked?” I ask. 

    “Why not? Humans lived for thousands of years around each other naked before someone decided it was indecent to see someone’s genitals and nipples. Plus most of us have seen each other naked at one time or another. What’s the big deal?” 

    We all glance at each other for a minute. “I call the comfy rock near the fire pit,” Zane says before quickly walking in that direction. 

    Ignoring the general weirdness of the situation, we all join him as Josh and Leo go to get the breakfast stuff. “So what’s the plan for today now that all of our clothes are missing?” Greg asks. 

    “Well assuming there aren’t any people close by, maybe go for a swim,” Eric says. “Can we swim naked in the lake?” 

    “Well I guess we can now,” Zane says. 

    Josh and Leo come out with the stuff for breakfast and we get a fire lit. Thankfully the heat from earlier is dissipating, so the fire doesn’t make it worse for any of us. Really nothing beats some good old-fashioned cooking. A while later, with all of us stuffed, we all just sit around the fire, welcoming the peace and quiet. 

    —————-

    Hmmm. I think they’ve all become a little too comfortable at the moment. Getting them naked and without clothes was funny when I was watching their reactions, but now they’ve become accustomed to it. What to do to make this even better… I press my finger to my lips in thought. 

    Maybe if I try that… 

    —————-

    A sudden large boom causes us all to jump. Looking up above us, I see the sky is starting to get darker and darker. “Seriously?” I say. “Now?” 

    “Could be worse,” Zane says. “It could have happened while we were still eating.” 

    “He has a point,” Greg says. “Let’s just get all this stuff cleaned up and…” 

    A few drops of water start to fall from the sky. A few seconds later, it becomes a steady stream and we’re all soaked to the bone in no time. “God dammit!” Eric yells. 

    “Calm down,” Leo says. “Water never killed anybody. Plus it makes putting out the fire a hell of a lot easier. Just grab what you can and let’s get back to our tents.” 

    As we all start grabbing the stuff, the wind really starts to pick up and the rain gets even heavier. “Tanner!” Josh yells to me. 

    He points in the direction of Leo’s and Josh tent. A corner of it slowly rises from the ground and, like the straw that broke the camel’s back, it all comes crashing down in one fell swoop. “Are you kidding me?” I say to myself. 

    “The rain must have loosened it,” Eric says. “Let’s just put the supplies with me and Zane and we’ll be fine.” 

    And as soon as he says it, the winds picks up even more. Looking at Eric and Zane’s tent, it’s putting up a hard fight against the wind. But the wind manages to win out. The spikes are ripped from the ground and their tent goes flying into a tree. “Well, fuck this,” Zane says, dropping what he’s holding before walking toward me and Greg’s tent. 

    “I’m with him on this,” Leo says, joining him.

    We all follow suit, abandoning what we have with us and going for the safety and dryness of the last tent standing. 

    —————-

    Well that was interesting. When this is all said and done I’ll fix it, but right now I’m having too much fun with this. But how about I make things a little more…interesting for everyone? Hehe, I like letting the darker side of me out sometimes.

    —————-

    So here we all are, dripping wet in a tent made for two or three people, shivering from the sudden chill of the rain. “I really wish we had some towels here,” Eric says. 

    “Don’t we all?” Josh says. “I suppose it could…” 

    “Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Josh,” Greg says. “Last time someone here said that, we got hit by Hurricane Fuck You.” 

    Josh quickly quiets down. We all sit in silence as the torrent of rain falls on the tent. As we sit, the familiar sound of a tree branch breaking gets all of our attention. How we all heard it over the rain I have no idea. “You all heard that, right?” I ask. 

    Everyone nods. Another sound grabs all of our attention. But this time, it isn’t a branch or twig. It’s a low rumble. And it isn’t from the thunder overhead. This sounds…animalistic. “I really hope that was someone’s stomach,” Leo says. 

    Another low rumble. But this one sounds even closer. A few seconds later, I feel something right behind me on the outside of the tent and it lets out a large huff. My body freezes at the very unwelcome feeling. Eric reaches over and turns on the lantern we have in here. With the light, I glance behind me and see a very large mass outside the tent. 

    Oh my fucking God. It’s a bear. “There’s the fucking bear outside!” I shrill quietly through my teeth. 

    The rest of the group freezes like I do. “No one move,” Josh says. “My family and I have seen a few bears through the years on camping trips. The best thing to do is not move and hope it goes away.” 

    Josh, if this bear ends up mauling all of us, so help me I will kill you. The bear move slowly around the tent, curious as to what it sees. It walks around the tent and stops at the front of it, nudging it with its face (I think it’s its face). I grab Greg and pull him close to me. 

    He grabs me in return and the two other couples follow suit. “Greg, I love you,” I say. 

    “Don’t make that sound like it’s the last one I’ll ever hear,” he says back. 

    I press my lips to his for a few seconds and pray with every fiber of my being that it’ll go away. A sudden loud growl makes us all jump before a large paw rips its way through the tent. We all scream bloody murder, awaiting what happens next. “Heel! Fucking heel!” 

    Who the hell was that? Slowly opening my eyes, I see the front of the tent is completely ruined, but there isn’t a bear to be found. “You guys can come out, you know!” the same voice says. “The bear won’t do anything with me here.” 

    We all glance at one another before shakily stepping out of the tent. Sitting right by the fire without a care in the world is the bear. A large black bear. She watches us carefully for a moment before licking her paw, completely ignoring us. “Sorry about her. Didn’t expect her to do something like that. But sometimes things get a little out of my control.” 

    We all look and find, standing not even five feet away from the bear, a young man. Dressed in a V-neck t-shirt, tight dark jeans, and black converse sneakers, he looks to be about the same height at Zane. Short dark brown hair covers his head and few days of stubble sits on his face. Large hipster glasses cover deep blue eyes and sterling silver earrings are in his ears. 

    A lean body hides under those clothes of his and two tattoos sit on his forearms. He looks to be in his early 20’s, college-aged I think, and a small smirk sits on his face. In one of his arms is a closed laptop. But something amazes me even more: it is still pouring rain, but he doesn’t even look the slightest bit wet. 

    The young man cracks his neck before smiling at all of us. “You guys look like you’ve been through some hell today,” he says. 

    We all look at each other. “Um…you could say that,” Greg says. 

    “Kid, I don’t know who you are, but you need to get away from that bear,” Eric says. “She could maul you to pieces.” 

    Surprisingly, the young man chuckles a bit and walks over to the bear, giving her head a rub and causing my jaw to hit the ground. “She wouldn’t hurt a fly. I made her with that in mind.” He gives the bear a pat on the back. “Go on, get out and explore the world.” 

    The bear gets up and walks away, disappearing into the woods a few moments later. “This rain is really starting to bug me,” he says. “Let’s clear things up.” 

    He raises his hand and snaps his fingers, the sound echoing throughout the woods. After a few moments of ‘What the fuck?’ going through my mind, the rain quickly eases before finally disappearing. The sun pops out from behind the clouds not long after. “H-How…” I say. 

    “Let’s get you all some clothes on too. Your balls will get sunburnt if you keep them out for too long.” He snaps his fingers again and clothes suddenly appear on all of us. Hell, these are my clothes! “And let’s clean up this campsite a bit. You guys sure made a mess.” 

    Snapping his fingers again, the ruined campsite begins to repair itself right before our very eyes. The two destroyed tents repair themselves right where they were before, all the soaked food is dry again, and the ground isn’t even wet anymore! In just a few short seconds, our campsite looks just like it did yesterday. 

    The young man smiles at us again. We all take a collective step back. “H-How the hell did you do that?” Greg asks. 

    “Oh it’s easy. In this world, I can do whatever I want. I could make it snow here for no reason. I could cause aliens to land on earth and enslave humanity. I could make it so you all could have superpowers. Not that I’m going to.” 

    “Awww,” Zane moans. “I want superpowers…” 

    Eric gives him a nudge. “So who are you?” I ask. “God?” 

    “Call me R.A. And I’m leaving it at that. If I try to explain any of this, I think it would throw off the universe.” 

    He walks over to the fire pit and takes a seat on a rock before opening his laptop. Curiosity getting the better of us, we all walk over and stand behind him. “So what’re you doing?” Josh asks. 

    “Just writing down everything that just happened. I may use this for a story one day.” 

    His fingers fly over the keyboard of the laptop, writing at a speed that makes it hard for any of us to keep it. He suddenly snaps his laptop shut and stands up. “Okay, I need to get going,” is all he says before he turns and walks in the direction of the water. 

    We all quickly follow behind him as he gets to the shore. “I’m still incredibly confused here,” Greg says. 

    “I wouldn’t worry about it,” R.A. says. “Just let yourselves think this is a dream and it will all be okay. Right now, I’m running late for class.” He turns to look back at all of us. “You all are my best creations. All of your stories are almost complete. It’ll be a bittersweet ending, but I’ll be incredibly proud when it’s all finished.” 

    “Wait, are we going to die?” Eric asks. 

    R.A. laughs. “No, you won’t die. Now, I really do need to get going. You may not see me around, but I’ll be watching all of you.” 

    He turns and runs at the water. Expecting him to dive in, he bolts right across the surface of the water. Another snap resonates across the lake and he suddenly disappears. We all stand there in a state of shock, trying to make sense of all of this. “I need a drink,” I say. “Who’s with me?” 

    Everyone raises their hands before we all head back to the campsite. Sitting by the fire pit is a small cooler that wasn’t there before. Seeing as this day can’t get any weirder, I take the chance and open the cooler. Sitting inside is a six-pack of ice-cold Stella Artois. Pulling out the case, we all take a beer. 

    We pop the bottles off and take long drinks, relishing in the cold liquid. “Oh and also,” says R.A.’s voice. “All of your clothes are back in your tents and there are bottles of lube and toys for all of you to use. Have fun!” 

    We all spit out our beer at hearing his voice again. “That kid…” Josh says. “He was interesting.” 

    “Interesting is a word,” Eric says. “A little devilish in my opinion.” 

    “I liked him,” Zane says. 

    “Do you think he’ll come back?” Leo asks. 

    “Based on what he did, I kind of hope he doesn’t,” Greg says. 

    The bottle in Greg’s hand suddenly shatters. “What was that, Gregory?” R.A.’s voice asks. 

    “I-I mean he’s a wonderful guy!” 

    The bottle comes back a second later. “That’s what I thought.” 

    We all sip our beers in silence, letting what just happened sink in. “So…that just happened,” Zane says. 

    “And we’re leaving it at that,” Eric follows up. “I’ve seen too much weird shit in my life. This takes the cake as the weirdest. Right now, I think a nap is in order for all of us.” 

    “Agreed,” Leo says. 

    We all quickly finish our beers and head back to the repaired tents. I lie down on my sleeping bag and stare at the ceiling as Greg lies next to me. “So who was that guy?” he asks me. 

    “Beats me. All I know is that he’s watching all of us right now. Really makes you think about what else he can do.” 

    Tucking my hands behind my head, I feel a small lump underneath my sleeping bag. Thinking it’s probably my phone, I reach under to grab it. I come back with a small bottle of lube. “Are you serious?” I think out loud. 

    “I like making sure my creations get the best,” R.A.’s voice says.  

    “Okay, fuck it,” Greg says. “We’ve had a really weird and messed up morning. So right now, having sex with you sounds fucking incredible. Lube me up, hothead.” 

    Greg quickly starts undressing. “You had this all in mind, didn’t you?” I think to myself. 

    “Like I said,” R.A. says. “My creations deserve the best. And if the best is a long and hard screwing, then so be it. Have fun!” 

    Maybe he isn’t so bad after all… 

    —————-

    Jesus, am I glad the brunt of summer is finally over. Now I can finally get back to work. That was said by absolutely no one ever. Now that it’s finally August, the Kings need to get back to work and prepare for the upcoming season. We’re reining Stanley Cup Champions, so we have a name to hold up. 

    But waking up at the crack of dawn is definitely something I am not very happy about. But I need to get back on my normal schedule. Rising out of bed, I turn on the bathroom sink to wash my face. As the water heats up, I check my phone for anything new. A text from Tanner suddenly pops up. 

    ‘Hey, sorry I can’t drive you to the gym this morning. Ethan asked me for some help getting a couch into his new place. I’ll see you at practice though. Love you.’ 

    Wish he could have told me a little while ago. But oh well. 

    ‘No problem. Don’t be late to practice or the wrath of Coach Gregory Natick will fall upon you.’ 

    ‘Someone’s in a dominant mood. Bring that back to my place tonight. ;-)’ 

    Oh I plan to. Once I’m clean enough, I pack up my stuff and head out to the bus stop. Thankfully, the bus is actually on time. I hop on and wait until I get to my stop. I put my earbuds in and focus only on my phone, checking messages while trying to not be weirded out by the people staring at the coach of the L.A. Kings. 

    At least it’s only a short ride to the gym. I get off and walk the short distance to Rock’s. Walking in, I find him at his usual place at the front desk. Jillian is standing there with him. “There’s our favorite coach,” Rock says as I step over to them. 

    “Good morning to you too. Quiet morning?” 

    “No more than usual,” Jillian says. “Oh! I forgot to tell you!” Jillian holds up her hand, revealing an engagement ring on her finger. “Rock proposed! And I said yes!” 

    Rock blushes something harsh, but grins from ear to ear. “Wow,” I say. “Congrats. You two have been going strong for a long time.” 

    “I thought he was never going to!” Jillian says. “But he takes me out to dinner Saturday night and then to Venice Beach to watch the sunset. The man drops down on one knee and I thought I was going to faint right there! So romantic!” 

    Rock plants a kiss on Jillian’s cheek, making her giggle. “This sassy lady is going to keep me crazy until the day I die.” 

    It seems like everyone around me is getting married. First Allie and Drew, and now Rock and Jillian. “Congratulations again, you guys,” I say. “I’m going to go for a swim. I’ll catch you both later.” 

    They wave before going back to making goo-goo faces at one another. I walk into the locker room and easily find an empty locker before starting to change into my speedo. As I change, I feel another presence in the locker room with me. A shadow catches my attention and I glance over my shoulder. 

    Taking a locker near me is a very large and muscular man. Based on how attractive he is I would say he’s a fitness model. My curiosity satisfied, I go back to changing into my trunks. “Hey, you’re Gregory Natick.” 

    Looking over at the muscle man again, I find him looking at me with the same curiosity I had a moment ago. “That’s me,” I say, turning to face him. 

    “Name’s Kurt. I’m a Kings fan and I got to say, you had an awesome first year.” 

    “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” 

    “So all that stuff about you and Tanner White dating. Is that true?” 

    Has he been under a rock for the last few months? Me and Tanner’s relationship was a huge topic of discussion for the longest time. “It’s all true,” I say. “He and I have been dating for almost a year now. Only recently we made it public.” 

    “Wow. I never would have guessed Tanner White to play for the other team.” 

    Curt strips off his shirt, revealing a perfectly proportioned and incredibly muscular torso. I stare for a moment, but just a moment. You all know you would do the same. “So, I need to ask,” Curt says. “What’s it like?” 

    “What do you mean?” 

    He pulls a tank top over himself and takes a seat on the bench across from me. “Being in a relationship with another guy.” 

    Yay, I get to explain myself to a total stranger. But at least he isn’t threatening me for being gay or some stupid shit like that. Closing my locker, I pull on my sweatshirt to give myself some decency and take a seat as well. “What made you bring this up?” 

    He shrugs, almost looking self-conscious. “Um…just curious I guess.” 

    Hmmm. “Being in a relationship with a guy is just like being with a girl. Save for all the physical and sexual stuff, it’s exactly the same. Dating, talking, getting to know each other, it’s all the same process. The only thing that’s different is what’s downstairs.” 

    “Interesting. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you come to find out you were gay?” 

    “Oh Jesus, I haven’t been asked that in a long time. I think it’s when I was in my freshman year of high school. I was walking down the hallway, lost beyond belief. First week, you know? Then out of the corner of my eye, I see him. This guy, who even back then was big and muscular for his age, was walking toward me. 

    “His hair was high and tight, his jawline was strong, shoulders broad, waist trim, t-shirt tight against his body and his jeans hugged his legs. It made my heart skip a beat at seeing him, the world disappeared around me, and all I could see was him. I never had a reaction to anyone like that in my life, even though I had tried with girls before. He’s the one that did it for me.” 

    Here I am laying it all out to someone I don’t even know. And yet there’s an air of comfort around us. Kurt shifts for a moment before looking down at his hands. “There’s this…person,” he says after a moment, “that has caught my eye a few times. Not here, though. I live in Detroit.” 

    “My condolences.” 

    He smirks a bit. “It has its good parts. Anyway, I’ve seen them around a few times and…it’s exactly the same for me. Looking at them, I get all the same feelings you did. All I know is that…I’m really fucking confused.” 

    “It’s a guy, isn’t it?” 

    There’s a moment of silence before Kurt nods. “I’ve never looked at a man like I do with him. I’ve only ever been with girls and now I don’t know what to do.” 

    Coming to realize you may not be straight is something pretty difficult to go through. I would know because of what Tanner has told me. “Kurt, my advice to you would be to not go off the deep end. Yeah, there may be a possibility you’re attracted to another man. I would say take it slow and think about it. 

    “If you come to the realization that you may want to be with this man. If you know he’s attracted to men as well and single, then go for it. The most that can happen is he’ll say no. And with your physique, there’s no way he’ll even try anything more than that. You could crush him easily.” 

    Kurt smirks again. The door to the locker room opens and Kurt and I stand back up. I start taking off my sweatshirt again, only to hear a familiar voice. “Coach Natick?” 

    Turning around, I’m met with the face of Stephen Denier, holding a workout bag. I haven’t seen the man since the NHL hearing. Last I heard he was focusing on his personal life while banned from finishing the season. While a part of me is still angry with him for what he did to Tanner, Tanner convinced me Stephen was going through a rough patch in his life and what happened on the ice wasn’t him (still a bit peeved though). 

    I leave my sweatshirt on and face him. “Stephen. What’re you doing in L.A.? Don’t the Red Wings have practice?” 

    “Not for a couple more days. Coach Brody postponed it for a little while so he could help take care of his husband while he’s down with the flu. I was here visiting family and decided to spend an extra few days.” 

    I glance over at Kurt, who’s still changing. But I also notice he’s as stiff as a board. “How is Tanner doing?” Stephen asks. “I haven’t spoken to him in a couple weeks.” 

    Stephen and Tanner talk? Huh. “He’s doing well. His leg has completely healed and he’s ready to get practice started again.” 

    “That’s good to hear.” Stephen finally takes notice of Kurt and immediately, his face goes bright red. “Oh, hey. You’re that guy from the gym back in Detroit.” 

    I see Kurt’s hand tighten into a fist for a moment as he turns to look at Stephen. “Y-Yeah, that’s me. Good to…um, see you again…” 

    I glance between the two and see both of their discomfort. So that’s how it is… “Yeah, Kurt here was just telling me how his workout partner couldn’t make it this morning,” I lie.  

    Kurt snaps his head over to me, his face filled with surprise and a bit of fear. “Oh,” Stephen says. “Well, I wouldn’t mind filling in if you need a workout partner. Is that okay?” 

    “Y-Yeah, it sounds good to me…” 

    “Cool. Just let me get changed and I’ll meet you out on the gym floor.” 

    Stephen goes to another row of lockers. As soon as he’s out of earshot, Kurt looks over at me again. “What the hell are you doing?!” he whispers. 

    “Setting you up with the guy you’re constantly thinking about. And based on what I’ve seen, I can tell the feeling is mutual between the two of you. Get to know him and see how you feel when you’re around him. And then let things go from there.” 

    I strip off my sweatshirt and throw it in my locker. I grab my swimming cap and goggles before giving Kurt one last look. “And be careful where you point that thing.” 

    I nod down at Kurt’s crotch, quickly expanding in his pants. He covers himself and sits on the bench, his face bright red. Giving him an encouraging smile, I take my stuff and head for the pool. After a long and exhausting swim, I pull myself out of the pool and head back for the locker room.  

    Walking in, there are a few people changing and conversing with each other. Needing to get to the arena as soon as possible, I strip out of my speedo and head for the showers. I quickly wash the chlorine off of me and am thankful for the warm water relieving the tension in my muscles and joints. 

    I shut the water off and start drying myself off. As I wrap my towel around my waist, two other men enter the shower area. I think the blushing faces of Kurt and Stephen entering. They take stalls right next to each other and try to avoid looking at each other, failing miserably. 

    Inwardly sighing to myself, I secure my towel and look at the two grown men acting like teenagers. “The communal shower is completely empty, you know,” I say, as nonchalantly as possible. “There’s a lot more room to…move around.” 

    The two men blush even harder and I have to force myself not to laugh. Giving them a wink, I head back for the locker room, hearing the sounds of two showers turning off and feet walking toward the communal showers. It’s sometimes fun to play a little bit of cupid. 

    I finish drying myself off and throw on my clothes. As I pull my sweatshirt over my head, I glance at a clock mounted on the wall. 8:47?! Shit! I spent too much time in the pool! Grabbing my stuff, I rush out of the locker room and to the front of the gym. Wish I could say goodbye to Rock and Jillian, but they must be in the back office or something. 

    Getting outside, I run to the street in the slim hope of finding the bus that leads to the sports arena still waiting. Unfortunately, the bus is nowhere in sight. I can’t be late on the first day of practice! How will that make me look? Not to mention the shit I’ll get from the team after all the times I’ve stressed being on time. 

    Pulling out my phone, I quickly call a cab and wait outside of Rock’s. Several minutes pass and a cab pulls into the parking lot. I throw my stuff in the back seat and climb in. “Toyota Sports Arena, please,” I say. “And if you could get me there as quickly as possible, I’d appreciate it.” 

    The driver nods and we head out. At least I managed to get the good cab driver because he manages to avoid all the mid morning traffic and gets me to the arena in record time. One I pay the man and give him a hefty tip for helping me, I grab my stuff and rush into the arena. 

    Getting down to the locker room, the first thing that I notice is the complete lack of noise. God, if they’re already down on the ice, I’m screwed. I throw my bag aside (I’ll grab it later), and head for the rink. But while I expect my team to be already on the ice and practicing, I notice that every single light is out. 

    There doesn’t seem to be a soul here. Okay, if none of them are here, I’m going to blow a freaking gasket. As I’m about to turn back to the locker room in an attempt to find at least another person, a single light snaps on. It’s one of the spotlights used for when someone scores a goal, and it’s pointed right at the center of the ice. Right where a small table is sitting. 

    While nearly every part of me is telling me to turn around, that single part of me that always goes against the rest tells me to walk toward the table. Taking a breath, I step out onto the ice and let my feet carry me to the table. On the table sits a single, red button, with a sign next to it that says ‘push me for a big surprise.’ 

    Okay, whoever decided to make buttons red, you kind of suck. Slowly reaching my hand out, I lay it on top of the button. With a single push, I wait. After I feel like nothing is going to happen, the largest blast of sound I’ve ever heard fills the arena. 

    Covering my ears to try and keep myself from going deaf, the noise disappears after reverberating for a few moments. Slowly taking my hands away from my ears, I’m met by the soothing sounds of plucking guitar strings. After a few moments, a soft and beautiful voice fills the arena. 

    ‘We could just go home right now.’

    ‘Or maybe we could stick around’

    ‘for just one more drink, oh yeah.’ 

    A bass line kicks in and other lights suddenly snap on. Looking up, I find all the members of Our Name Is… standing in the bleachers. 

    ‘Get another bottle out.’

    ‘Let’s shoot the shit, sit back down’

    ‘for just one more drink, oh yeah.’ 

    All of their voices come ringing out in perfect harmony. 

    ‘Here’s to us.’

    ‘Here’s to love.’

    ‘All the times that we fucked up.’

    ‘Here’s to you.’

    ‘Fill the glass.’

    ‘Cause the last few days have kicked my ass

    ‘So let’s give ‘em hell.’

    ‘Wish everybody well.’

    ‘Here’s to us.’

    ‘Here’s to us.’ 

    Okay, what the hell is going on? As I try to search for an answer, more lights snap on. Looking over, I find Josh standing with a microphone. 

    ‘Stuck it out this far together.’

    ‘Put our dreams through the shredder.’

    ‘Let’s toast, cause things got better.’ 

    More bodies walk over next to him and I see Leo, Eric, Zane, all their kids, A.J. and Ulrich, Rock and Jillian, Adam, Brody and Clint, Scott, Clark and Simon, Mark and Shawn, and others as well join Josh in his singing. 

    ‘And everything could change like that.’

    ‘And all these years go by so fast,’

    ‘but nothing lasts forever.’ 

    More lights turn on and I find the whole team standing on the ice in their uniforms, minus their helmets, and they join in the fray as well. 

    ‘Here’s to us.’

    ‘Here’s to love.’

    ‘All the times that we messed up.’

    ‘Here’s to you.’

    ‘Fill the glass.’

    ‘Cause the last few nights have kicked my ass.’

    ‘If they give you hell,’

    ‘tell ‘em go fuck themselves.’

    ‘Here’s to us.’

    ‘Here’s to us.’ 

    The rest of the lights in the arena turn on, revealing dozens of other people. Quickly looking through the fray, I find Tanner’s family, players from other teams, even my old team from back in Boston. If there were a word I could use to describe what I’m feeling, it wouldn’t even be a proper word as everyone joins in a giant chorus. 

    ‘Here’s to all that we kissed,’

    ‘and to all that we missed.’

    ‘To the biggest mistakes that we just wouldn’t trade.’

    ‘To us breaking up,’

    ‘without us breaking down.’

    ‘To whatever’s coming our way.’ 

    The arena explodes in a giant wave of singing. 

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to love!’

    ‘All the times that we fucked up!’

    ‘Here’s to you!’

    ‘Fill the glass!’

    ‘Cause the last few days have kicked my ass!’

    ‘So let’s give ‘em hell!’

    ‘Wish everybody well!’ 

    Through the large crowd of people surrounding me, I see a small bit of movement as someone weaves their way past others. 

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to love!’

    ‘All the times that we messed up!’

    ‘Here’s to you!’

    ‘Fill the glass!’

    ‘Cause the last few nights have kicked my ass!’

    ‘If they give you hell!’

    ‘Tell ‘em go fuck themselves!’

    ‘Here’s to us!’ 

    The person weaving through the crowd finally gets to the front and I can’t believe my eyes. Standing in an absolutely pristine suit, looking as incredibly handsome as ever, is Tanner. He slowly walks closer to me, a smile on his face, as the music suddenly cuts out. But the singing keeps going. 

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to us!’ 

    Tanner keeps walking toward me before coming to a stop not even two feet in front of me. 

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to love!’

    ‘Here’s to us!’ 

    There is a wetness on my face I haven’t even noticed until right now. And I don’t make any effort to wipe it away. 

    ‘Here’s to us!’

    ‘Here’s to love!’

    ‘Here’s to us!’ 

    Tanner flashes the most brilliant smile I’ve ever seen as everything cuts to silence. 

    “Here’s to us,” Tanner quietly whispers. 

    The arena stays completely silent as I feel every single eye on the two of us. “D-Did you do this?” I quietly ask. 

    He smiles even brighter than he already is. “I wanted to give you something that I know would last for a lifetime. Are you ever going to forget something like this?” 

    I glance at everyone around us for a moment before looking back at Tanner. “But…why?” 

    He quietly chuckles to himself. “Because I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, Greg. To me, you’re the most important person in the world. More than ten years ago, I never realized how much of an incredible, passionate, loving, and caring man you are. And I was a fucking idiot for not realizing it back then. 

    “But you came back into my life in such a spectacular way that I’ll never be able to forget it. Even before I realized how much I love you, I felt a connection with you that I never felt with any other person before. And now that I have that connection, that bond with you, I want to preserve and treasure that bond for the rest of my life.” 

    My heart jumps to my throat and I watch as Tanner digs into his jacket pocket and drops down into a single knee on the ice. He pulls out a small velvet box and holds it up in front of him, popping it open. Sitting inside is the most brilliant and beautiful silver ring I have ever seen. 

    Sparkling brightly in the overhead lights, I see a small engraving on the outside of the ring. 

    ‘To you and me. To us.’ 

    More tears drip out of the corners of my eyes. “Greg, will you make me the absolute luckiest man to be alive? Will you make my life complete and marry me?” 

    A small sob finally manages to escape my throat and I wipe my eyes as dry as I can. I look Tanner straight in the eye. “Only if I can do the same for you.” 

    The biggest grin I’ve ever seen splits Tanner’s face. He slides the ring onto my finger, an absolutely perfect fit, and jumps up and pulls me into him. Everyone around us loudly cheers as Tanner picks me up and spins me around as I cry into his shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispers into my ear. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” 

    “I should be the one thanking you,” I whisper back.  

    Coming to a stop, he looks down at me and runs a thumb over my eyes. Feeling a smile on my own face, I pull him into a soft and tender kiss. Breaking away, I reach into my pocket and place my favorite thing between my lips and blow. An ear-splitting whistle echoes through the arena, causing everyone to jump. 

    Running out of breath, I let the whistle drop into my hand and take a step away from Tanner. “Thank you all for being here,” I say, slipping into my coach mindset. “But I must remind you all that the Kings have practice right now. So unless you all want to join them in their crawling along the ice, I suggest you all move to the bleachers if you want to see someone spitting up blood.” 

    “Ooh! Blood spitting!” A slender arm wraps around my shoulders and long hair tickles my neck. “Can I stay and watch?” 

    Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I look over at her. “Yes, Mom. You can sit with Tanner’s family.” 

    “Woo! Everyone off the ice! I want some blood spitting!” 

    She quickly ushers everyone off the ice and into the stands, leaving just me, Tanner, and the rest of the Kings players. I look over at my team. “You have about sixty seconds to get your helmets and sticks before you all do fifty suicides.” 

    They all jump and rush for the locker room. “Tanner! You have three minutes to change! A second late and I’ll make sure you pay for it later!” 

    “I hope that means you’ll take charge in the bedroom!” he calls back as he runs to the locker room. 

    The crowd of people in the bleachers laughs and I resist the urge to smile. Not even a minute later, most of the team comes back with their helmets. Tanner joins a couple of minutes later, fully dressed. “Kings! Ten laps! Let’s go! Tanner, you stretch first then join them.” 

    The team gets to their laps and Tanner stretches next to me. “I could skate a marathon right now I’m so over the moon,” he says. 

    “Do you want me to take you up on that offer?” 

    He rolls his eyes and laughs. I gaze over the crowd of family and friends watching our practice. As I look, I find a single person in the back of the bleachers, standing by himself. Focusing on him, I see a laptop sitting in front of him, his fingers flying over the keys. But I also see that he isn’t even looking at the keyboard, but rather everything else around him. 

    The guy gives me a very small smile before raising his hand and snapping his fingers, disappearing right before my very eyes. “Y-You just saw that right?” I ask Tanner. 

    “Yup,” he says very nonchalantly. “R.A. must have been popping in.” 

    I still don’t completely know about that guy. “You’ve stretched enough,” I say to Tanner. “Get that sexy butt of yours moving.” 

    “Yes, Coach Natick.” 

    He quickly lifts his helmet and gives me a kiss before joining the rest of his teammates, everyone around us catcalling and wooing. Jesus Christ, I’m surrounded by weirdos. And I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. 

    —————-

     I watch as practice goes underway, Gregory running his team ragged. But I notice that every single one of them seems to be perfectly happy with what’s going on. Guess I made too perfect of a coach. Maybe too perfect of a world. But it’s the world I wanted to create. And I did.  

    I shut my laptop and zip it closed before tucking it under my arm and rising out of my seat. I take one last look over the world in front of me. I’ll be sad to see it go. But seeing the accomplishment I’ve done with this will make it all worthwhile. 

    I slowly raise my hand, pressing my thumb and middle finger together tightly. So long, everyone. Don’t go too crazy now because I’m always watching. My fingers snap, and the world cuts to black.


    Well, that’s a bit different than other stories I’ve read. But I decided to take a risk with it. And I hope it turned out well and you all enjoyed it. Now, the message I promised. As some of you may remember, I promised I would create a superhero story after this series is finished. I’ve already started working on it and I should be able to get the first chapter out pretty soon.

    My semester at school is almost finished, so I’m going to have quite a bit of free time to write. The workload for next semester should be pretty light, so that’ll mean I’ll have more free time. But as I’ve said in the past, school comes first for me. If schoolwork becomes too much for me, the writing will have to take a back burner and wait. 

    So…yeah. That’s the end of the Am I…? series. Thank you all so much for those of you that have been here since the beginning, and those of you that have found my stories only recently. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the journeys all the characters have taken. And I have a bit of a surprise with this.

    With this series, I’m probably going to go back into all of them and start reworking them from the beginning. I want to get these stories out there. So I’m going to try self-publishing all of these stories on Kindle. Now this is only in the planning stages as of right now. But if I make developments with it, I’ll be sure to let you all know.

    But if I do get these stories published, I’m going to need to take them off of this site. Yes, I know it kind of sucks, but if I’m trying to sell these stories I’m not going to have them out there for free. I will be reworking all of these stories from the beginning. There will likely be some changes to these stories, but I’ve leave the integral stuff in there.

    Thank you all so much again for reading this series. I’ll be back soon. Take care.


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  • Bi Curious

     Bi Curious

    This story starts several years back when I first found this web-site and quickly fell for the interesting people and their profiles, this brought some of my fantasies to the surface and my mind just swirled with the possibilities of this lifestyle. It took some time for me to come up with a way to bring it up to my wife Barbara that I was on the site as well as highly interested in joining. To cut to the chase, she was reluctant at first but agreed to put up a profile. After that we saw a couple’s profile and quickly realized we knew them. Barbara asked, “Do you think they would be ok?” 

     I said, “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not but Paige came onto me once.”  Paige was half of the couple we knew, as well as her boyfriend Austin. 

     When I asked her a few questions about her preferences, Barbara told me that for a brief time in her life when they were younger she and a female friend had sexual contact, so I asked, “Would you like to list herself as bi?”

    She said, “More like just bi-curious.”

    That’s when I confessed to her that I was interested in trying out some bi play myself, and how hot it would be to do this together. So the search was on for a couple in the area whose profile listed either as bi or bi-curious. 

    So Austin and Paige were now off the list, but we found a great couple Donna and Calvin that both of us had interest in, and struck up an online friendship, they eventually invited us to meet.

    After the place and time was set, Barbara and I pulled into the parking lot, got out of the car but before we went in she said, “I’m having second thoughts.”

    I told her, “I was about to say the same thing.”

    So we dropped it at that point and emailed Donna and Calvin an apology for wasting their time. 

    Time passed but I just hadn’t been able to let it go. Whenever I bring up the subject of meeting with a few other couples I have keep in touch with, Barbara just doesn’t share my enthusiasm. 

     I don’t know if it was the complete lack of support from her or just my outright passion for having a hard dick in my mouth while Barbara rode my dick or even the guy’s wife. But I really needed to pursue this, even if Barbara wasn’t interested in participating.
     So as I looked for a couple to take me under their wing, so to speak but none gave me any consideration, but on the other hand I was constantly getting email from bi, bi-curious and even straight guys, married or not, asking if I would be interested in meeting with them alone. 

    At first I thought it would be awkward, but I so wanted to try some dick. In desperation I made a decision to move forward and accepted the invitation from a guy named Eugene to meet for some mm play.

    After many chats on line about some of the things we wanted out of the friendship and ultimately what we both wanted sexually from each other. We decided to meet in public at a local Ace hardware store. 

    Eugene was about 10 years older than me but he was definitely in fit shape. He was a little shorter than my 6-feet, clean shaven and well-manicured hair. 

    We shook hands and said our hellos, as well as some idyll chit chat about hardware and other incidental bull-shit. Then Eugene asked, “Do you want to proceed with our plans to meet up tomorrow morning at my house?”

     “I feel comfortable about following up with it, if you do.”

    His response was, “Yes.”

    I would only have about a 2 hour window to play at his house between the time his wife Janice went to work and the time his daughter Patricia would get home from her third shift job, 

    I was to wait a few blocks away in a convenience store parking lot for his message that the coast was clear for me to come over. 

    I was so excited as I waited for his message that my heart was pounding about 90 MPH and my dick was the hardest it had ever been in anticipation. 

    On schedule the message that the coast was clear along with instructions to park in the shopping mall across the alley behind his house, come in the back gate, across the yard and to come to the backdoor. 

    When I knocked Eugene open it immediately and welcomed me with as much enthusiasm as I was feeling as verified by the bulge in his loose fitting gym shorts.

    He asked, “Do you want anything, like a coke or some coffee?”

    I politely refused either. 

    So he said, “I have a spot ready for us in the back room. Would you like to go on back and get on with it?” 

    I told him, “I definitely want to see what’s causing the bulge in your shorts.” 

    Eugene laughed and said, “Come on back and I’ll show you.”   

    The room was dimly lit, warmed enough to be comfort naked and music playing softly in the background. After closing the door he turned and without another word bent in towards me and planted his lips on mine and passionately kissed me. I was confused and didn’t knowing what to do. I’d come here prepared to suck his dick, but this was different. It was a kiss, something far more intimate than taking his dick in my mouth. Not wanting to derail the meeting before I got what I wanted. I mentally gritted my teeth and let my body take over and returning the kiss. When Eugene’s tongue slipped out and started probe my mouth I parted my lips and let it in. 

    Caught up in the passion of the kiss I unthinkingly flicked out my tongue and suddenly we were French kissing. Heady spinning, I was in a world of my own and didn’t care how gay kissing a man made me. Eyes closed, I enjoyed his passionate kiss.

    Coming to my senses I broke the kiss and stepped back away from his embrace. 

    Unabashed, he asked, “Would you like to get comfortable?’ as Eugene removed his shirt and dropped his shorts to expose his cock to me, in its full erect glory.

    I started to disrobe and when I was removing my underwear I saw there was already a wet spot from the pre cum on the crotch.

    Smiling, Eugene stepped right in front of me he said, “Don’t be shy. You can touch it. Let’s get familiar with each other.” 

    We both reached for the others dicks and started to slowly stroke them, I’ held my own hard dick 1000s of time but somehow holding another man’s felt different somehow. It was probably my imagination but his felt harder and warmer. Just holding it sent a shiver though my body.

    Eugene reached around with his other hand and grabbed my ass so I did the same with my free hand. 

    As he squeezed my butt cheeks, Eugene made the comment, “You have a very nice dick.” 

    I stumbled over my own tongue, as I stammered, “Yours is nice too.” 

    After a few minutes of this intense stroking Eugene said, “why don’t you have a seat and relax.” 

    He had an overstuffed chair with a towel laid over the seat cushion. I let go of his hard dick and sat down, thinking that he was going to step up to me and offer his throbbing cock for me to suck on. 

    Instead he said, “Lean back and relax. You’re going to enjoy this.” 

    As I leaned back, he knelt down in front of me, placed his hands on my knees, sped my legs open and put his face in my lap and he engulfed my cock all in one motion. My cock in his mouth, he moved his hands down and started to slowly caress my balls with one hand and encircle the base of my cock with a thumb and index finger.    

    Moaning, “Mmmmmmm,” he slowly moved his mouth up and down on my hard shaft. Excited beyond belief, this sent me over the top a lot sooner than I wanted to, and I warned him, “Ooohhhh my god, I’m cumming.  I’m actually going to cum in your mouth.”

    Not stopping, Eugene kept on sucking, bobbing his head faster and faster. Unlike my wife Barbara, as I blew my load into his mouth, Eugene just kept on bobbing his mouth up and down. And when I exploded he swallowed every bit of me.

    My dick went limp in his mouth before he was satisfied that he’d got every drop of cum I could pump out. Parting his lips, he just let me fall out of his mouth. Looking up at me and asked, “how did you like that?” 

    What else could be said except, “That was wonderful, thank you.” 

    As Eugene stood up I said, “May I return the favor?” 

    He said, “I’m looking forward to it,” as we swapped positions and I subserviently got on my knees in front of him. My heart was pounding with the excitement in anticipation of what I was about to do, I reached for his dick and as I stroked it it got bigger and bigger. It was the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Long and thick with a perfect reddish-purple head. The shaft was perfectly smooth with rope-like veins under the skin. 

    I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. The velvety skin was softer on my lips than I expected it to be and pliable but the shaft was very hard.

     Not knowing what exactly to do, at first I just held it there marveling at the slight salty taste of his skin and the fact that I finally had a dick in my mouth.

     Then I just followed Eugene’s lead, doing what he’d just done to me. As I sucked and licked, I slowly moved my mouth up and down his thick shaft while at the same time, gently caressing his hairy man balls. 

     It was so much bigger than mine, I was worried that I couldn’t fit it in all the way. I tried my wife Barbara’s usual slow up and down, but he started hunching his hips up out of the chair and thrust so hard and fast that couldn’t breathe. I had to pull off to catch my breath. 

     When I explained that I had a hard time breathing around his huge cock Eugene thought was amusing. 

     I did a slow bob, taking a little more and a little more until it bumped the back of my throat. But there was still an inch or two left so I pushed hard and was barely able to bury the whole cock in my mouth. It was a little painful but I was happy I was able to do it. 

     Eugene congratulated me on being able to take it so deep. “Few can,” he said, which I found very gratifying. I held him deep and worked it with my tongue. He loved that. 

     His shaft was rigid so it was hard to comfortably get it down my throat.

     As I sucked I then thought to myself, what will happen when I make him cum?  Should I let him cum in my mouth and swallow or jerk him off all over the place and make a mess. I didn’t know what exactly to do, until Eugene started to groan, “Uuuuuuugh,” and he asked, “Are you ready to taste me?” 

     I just mumbled, “Mmmmmmm,” as I kept sucking.

     Then his groans got louder and he mumbled almost painfully, “Here it comes,” as he shot his load deep in my mouth. I kept sucking as I swallowed. When I finished I was proud of myself because I hadn’t let a single drop escape my lips.

     Still down on my knees I asked Eugene, “How’d I do?”

     He said, “You brought me to a climax faster than anyone else ever has.”

     I took it as a compliment. 

     We got dressed and just barely made it out to the kitchen as his daughter Patricia pulled into the driveway.

     We were sitting at the table with cups of coffee as she walked in. he introduced me as a longtime friend and told her we were getting ready to go fishing.

     We’ve both talked about what a close call that was to getting caught. Since we’ve enjoyed playing with each other on a regular basis, as well as talk about doing more than just sucking and jerking. But now we’re more careful about the times and places we met.

     I’m no longer bi-curious. In fact I’d say that I’m bi. And can’t wait to experience sex with a woman who’ll let me taste her husband’s dick after he’d just got done fucking her.

    The end…


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