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Nearly nineteen-year-old Justin Barkley lay there, naked, moaning low, and drawing on an opium pipe, on the couch in headmaster Father Phillipe’s office in Shanghai’s St. Ignatius Catholic school. Justin had started in the college division, but, as a residential student, he lived in the high school complex, where the French priest, Father Phillipe, held sway. Cooing to him and assessing how much under the influence of the opium the young man was, the priest sat close to the side of the couch. The opium was to mellow the student and relax him for his first taking; it wasn’t to fool him about anything. Justin had been begging for this even after the priest had fully discussed the significance of what the young man wanted.

The priest moved a pillow under the student’s waist at the back, lifting and rolling up the curly sunny-blond-haired English student’s pelvis. Justin was holding the pipe in one hand and was shuffling through penny postcard photographs fanned out over his chest with the other. Justin himself had acquired some of the postcards showing sexual positions of older men covering young men, but the priest had given him more to look at. Justin had expressed interest in going with a man in these positions.

The student wasn’t being forced. He had been caught looking at these penny photographs in his last year at the St. Ignatius High School and the seduction had built from there. Father Phillipe hadn’t punished the boy, who had resided at the school since his parents, a hydraulic engineer and his recordkeeping wife, left him there the previous year, 1928, and were working on Yangtze River flood control and irrigation system projects above the city of Nanjing. Discerning and latching onto the older teen’s already-indicated sexual interests, the French priest had cultivated and channeled Justin’s interests rather than punished and attempted to suppress them.

The school and Father Phillipe had been ejected from the city years earlier when the communists had been active there, but it had been permitted back two years before, after the nationalist government’s bloody purge of the communists in the city, and with the help of the Chinese Triad active in Shanghai—the family-based gang controlling thievery, gambling, drugs, and prostitution in key cities in China. One of the chiefs of the Shanghai Triad, Tian je, was sitting across the room and watching the priest prepare the young man.

It was Tian je who would be privileged to take Justin’s virginity to a man’s penetration.

Justin hadn’t been with a man before, although Father Phillipe had been preparing him for that event over the previous weeks with penny postcard photographs, cajoling words, the use of opium, his massaging and stroking hands, some mutual fellatio, and the insertion of an ivory dildo. Justin, the perfectly formed, blond English nearly nineteen-year-old, was going to lose his anal penetration virginity to a man under a chieftain of the Shanghai Triad tonight—and he was going to do so willingly. The opium was being employed to smoothen the process and to keep Justin relaxed and open to the penetration.

Father Phillipe reached over and positioned Justin’s legs, bending and spreading them and placing the student’s feet flat on the couch. Justin gave no resistance to the manipulation of his body. He turned his face to the priest, smiled at him, and blew a bubble of opium smoke at him. The young man’s pelvis was raised and rolled up. With his thighs spread as they were, his puckering anal entrance was highlighted. The priest stroked the stretch between the base of the young man’s ball sac and his anal entrance briefly with a thumb before positioning the digit at the entrance and pressing it inside the puckering hole, which dilated to receive the thumb.

Justin sighed, his cock moving to an erection and Justin’s free hand going to gripping and slow stroke his shaft. The priest leaned down and kissed the young man on the lips, and Justin opened his lips to him. The thumb worked its way in and out of the anal passage and Justin began to rock his hips on the penetrating thumb. He was panting shallowly and moaning softly, audibly responding to the attention with murmurings of “Yes, yes, like that.”

The two had been here before. Justin was fine with this. Father Phillipe moved his other hand under the hem of his black cassock and moved it up his leg to his crotch and stroked himself as he worked the young man’s passage entrance with his thumb.

Across the room, the Triad chief, Tian Je, his eyes slitted with lust, unbuttoned his robe at the crotch, pulled out his cock, and stroked himself as he watched the blond English teen being prepared for him. The school was going to gather quite a bit of good will with the Shanghai Triad this night. They needed the patronage of one of the gangs controlling the city.

The thumb came out and Father Phillipe reached for the ivory dildo he’d been using with Justin for two weeks. He greased it up. Justin gave a little cry and arched his back, as the priest worked the dildo inside him. Justin stroked himself with increased pacer.

“Take another pull at the pipe, Justin,” the priest whispered to him, and then when Justin did, the priest said, “and another one. We have discussed this, Justin. You want to be with a man—with men. You will be tonight.”

“I want to be with you—under you,” Justin murmured.

“I know you do, but I am a priest. I cannot be first. Master Tian here will take care of you first.” The headmaster priest didn’t say why he couldn’t be first. He didn’t want to tell Justin that it was all economics and politics—that Justin’s virginity to men, especially as he was a handsome young European, was worth more than the priest could intercede in. The school and, indeed, the priest himself, needed the patronage of the Shanghai Triads. “Take the ivory shaft in your hand, Justin. Work yourself. I’ll hold the postcards for you. Continue to draw on the pipe.” Phillipe adjusted the hand Justin had been stroking himself with to be working the dildo, and Justin complied without objection.

The student, his body rising and falling in a rocking motion with the rhythm of stroking, manipulated the dildo himself. He sighed and smiled at the priest and over to the Chinese man, tall, slender, hard-bodied, with wiry muscles, who now, drawn by the view of the young man making love to himself, was standing near the couch, naked, a long, thin erection in his hand. He was stroking himself to the rhythm Justin set on moving the dildo inside his passage. The man’s breathing was ragged and hoarse. He looked to the priest for a signal, which Father Phillipe provided.

“The young man is ready for you,” Father Phillipe said to the Triad chief as he withdrew the dildo from Justin’s passage. “I suggest that you make him familiar with your touch before mounting him. He knows little of Chinese men. He may be frightened of you at first. Take another pull on the pipe, Justin. This man is going to provide what you have long said you wanted.” The young blond did and Father Phillipe took the pipe from him.

Tian came over to the side of the bed. He took one of Justin’s hands in his and wrapped it around his erection, showing the young man how to slow stroke him. On the other side the couch, Father Phillipe also stood, unbuttoned his cassock at his crotch and produced his own erection. He moved Justin’s other hand to that, and Justin was stroking off both cocks. The two men, in turn, were running their hands over Justin’s trembling body, arrived together at the older teen’s own cock and balls and stroked him. He came quickly in their hands, moaning and groaning softly. This was not new. The student had been here before with the priest.

The older teen’s virginity to a hand job was not the virginity the Triad chieftain was here to take.

“Very good, Justin,” Father Phillipe murmured. “Now the pipe again.” Justin took a hit and the priest took the pipe and checked on the ivory dildo in the young man’s passage, moved it around a bit, and then slid it out. He looked across his body at the Chinese Triad chieftain. “You can mount him now. He is opened for you.” The priest rimmed Justin’s exposed hole with two fingers, penetrating him with both digits and spreading the hole open to show that the passage was dilated and yielding. Justin groaned.

Tian Je climbed up on the couch, hovering over Justin, kneeling between the placid young man’s spread thighs. He put the bulb of his erection in position. Justin whimpered, arched his back, and began to pant, but he remained docile. He did not struggle against the inevitable—the desired. He turned his face toward the priest, his eyes wide, the pupils dilated. Father Phillipe smiled encouragingly at him and patted him on the arm.

“It’s what you want, son,” he said. “After Master Tian, we can meld, you and I. It’s what you want.”

Tian Je grasped the teen’s wrists and forced his arms over his head. Justin gave a suppressed exclamation of “this is it” realization and arched his back again, babbling as the Triad chieftain penetrated him with his cock. The exclamation was a muffled, barely suppressed, expression of pained passion with each inch Tien Je gained in the quest to bottom before he started to stroke.

“Jìingzhĭ bù dòng. Fàngsŏng!” Tian commanded.

“He’s telling you to hold still and relax,” Father Phillipe murmured to Justin, stroking the young man’s brow to calm him down. “You want this. Keep telling yourself that. Think of yourself in those photographs you love and of you being in one of those positions.”

“A. Rúcĭ tiān ni. Tă í xīnxiānle,” Tian muttered, now, inside the young man deep, he clearly was pleased.

“He likes you,” the priest whispered. “He says you are sweet and fresh. He is enjoying you, Justin. Feel free to enjoy him.”

The priest gave Justin another pull on the opium pipe, as Justin held still and the Chinese man settled into position over his body. He wasn’t a particularly thick man, not as thick as the ivory dildo was, and both he and Justin’s passage were well greased, so he went in without much difficulty and, once fully saddled, stroked inside Justin with ease, although with a marveled utterance of “Tieshēn dàn Nánshùn—A close fit, but supple.” Tian clearly was pleased with the sheathing and delighted with having a comely, young and virginal European under him.

Most of Justin’s difficulty was in this being the first time and by a stranger—a Chinese man. Father Phillipe was French, another European. Although in Shanghai, Justin had been held more or less in isolation in the school. Chinese men were a mystery to him.

Tian Je became less of a mystery to Justin as the priest helped him unbutton his robe the rest of the way, pulling it off the Triad chieftains back, revealing a tight-muscled, hard body. The Chinese man’s body had not been fully revealed to Justin before so as not to cause him fear, but now both the man and youth were naked in their copulation.

Tian hovered over Justin, holding the stroking of his cock for the virgin’s passage to fully adjust to the throbbing flexibility, yet hardness of steel, of an actual man’s cock inside him. Justin looked into the man’s black, lust-filled eyes, with his own drugged gaze, panting and whimpering—saying over and over in his mind that he and the padre had agreed that this was what he wanted. He grimaced as the cock started to move inside him—in and out, in and out. He widened the stance of his legs to be as open as possible to the first shaft he was taking inside him.

The Triad chieftain set up a rhythm of the fuck. Justin relaxed, realizing the penetration was no more taxing than the ivory dildo had been—it was just different and, in many ways, more arousing and satisfying. As he relaxed, Tian released his wrists, set his hands into the couch on either side of the teen’s chest, and raised on his toes, his slender, hard body in a straight incline above the young man’s body, and methodically pumped the tender, yielding, virginal anal passage. Moaning and groaning in low tones, Justin hooked his knees on the man’s hips, closing the passage on the stroking cock now, dug his fingernails into Tian’s shoulder blades, and rocked with the fuck. He whimpered and sobbed but it was more of a celebration of a long-anticipated release than from pain that surpassed the passion. Ignoring the young man’s slight writhing and sobs, Tian fucked him to a breeding ejaculation.

Tian tensed, jerked, and came. Justin sighed and collapse fully under him, open, totally vulnerable, just a vessel for the Chinese man’s seed. Tian tensed, jerked, and came again . . . and again, pumping out his hot cum. “Tián, shŏnyi, mĕiwèi. Táo bèi yáole—Sweet, yielding, delicious. The peach is bitten,” the Chinese Triad chieftain murmured, using the Chinese image of a man tearing the virginity out of a young man’s channel. He pulled out of the passage, rubbed the cum that had dribbled out on Justin’s slightly heaving belly, and penetrated him again, holding as his cock went flaccid inside the passage. And he remained inside until he had stiffened again.

The fuck started again. Justin, fully relaxed, vulnerable, yielding, widened his stance even more and ran his hands down the man’s tight, muscular, battle-wound-pocked torso to Tian’s tight buttocks, clutching them in his hands, feeling them contract and expand with the man’s thrusts. Throwing his head back and crying out, Justin came again himself between their bellies and collapsed, mumbling incoherently to himself as Tian completed his second fuck.

At the door to the room afterward, there was a bit of an argument between the Triad chief and the priest, an argument that Father Phillipe lost.

“A sedan chair will arrive to take the young man away in the morning. He will be a very nice addition to the House of the Bèi Yăo de Táozi. You will be paid well.”

“But the boy is not for sale. He is a student here. What would I tell his parents?”

“Tell them whatever you want to tell them. Children die from disease in Shanghai every day. It is easy to disappear without a trace in Shanghai. Have him ready for the sedan chair at early light.”

As they talked, Justin lay, in place, on the couch, trembling, panting, and moaning. It was not fully as he thought it would be, but it was done. He wanted to feel more of a stretch, more testing, than with the dildo. But the man wasn’t as thick as the dildo was. It was satisfying, but surely there was more of taking than this—of being fully commanded and used by a man. Father Phillipe had assured him it would be better and better each time, though, and it was, as the priest said, what he wanted.

He turned his face toward the two men at the door and languidly observed them, his mind hazy from the opium that had mellowed him out and helped the passion, want, and need to overcome the pain. He was still in an open position, his hole gaping and dribbling cum. Tian had remarked and laughed at how open the boy was now and had contemplated a third ride but didn’t feel he had the time now. There always was the next day, though.

Justin was slightly disappointed that the man hadn’t taken that third ride and, in the process, taken Justin higher into the heavens of arousal and satisfaction than he had.

When Tian Je was gone, Father Phillipe turned and looked at Justin. It would be a way, he had to admit—to pretend the student had died. There was so much disease swirling around in the city that it always was a believable explanation for someone no longer being there. He wouldn’t be able to prevent putting Justin in the sedan chair the next day, and he knew exactly where the young man was going and what would happen to him, how he would be used and then tossed aside when he had lost his allure. The House of the Bèi Yăo de Táozi was a male brothel on Fuzhou Road, in the Huangpu District, the European Bund section on the river. The English translation for the brothel’s name was “Bitten Peach,” which was the term used for young male prostitutes who had been initiated into sex by men. What the Triad chieftain had just done in taking the student’s virginity was to have taken the first bite of the peach.

The first bite was always the most delicious—for the taker—and it could only happen once for a peach. Justin was no longer a whole, unblemished peach. That first bite was rarely the most delicious for the peach, however. Justin looked forward to more satisfaction and riding on the clouds of passion from men.

The priest sighed and started unbuttoning his black cassock. He had held off taking that bite of the peach himself for too long. The handsome young blond English student was perfectly formed and was willing. Casting the cassock off, Phillipe strode over to the couch, climbed on top of Justin, ran an arm under the teen’s waist to lift his pelvis higher, positioned the erection that had been throbbing all of the time the Chinese man had been fucking the young man, thrust inside him, and began to pump. The priest was slightly larger in girth than the Chinese Triad chieftain had been, and Justin was slightly more taxed by this new shaft working inside him, but, in this, his expectations were met to a greater degree. It was all to the good, as far as he was concerned. He was quickly learning of the needs and demands of a man and of satisfying his own. He welcomed the variety in men. And he wanted them thicker and more demanding.

Moaning and groaning, Justin lay back in the arms of the priest, opened fully to him, every bit of his attention going to the thicker cock working inside him, and took what he’d been begging the man for for weeks. Justin reclined his shoulder blades on the couch, his torso streaming away from the priest’s clutching body, and stretched his arms out from his sides in a sacrificial position. Huffing and snorting, the priest fucked him and fucked him and fucked him. If it was to be his only time with the young man he had cultivated, he would make the most use he could of that opportunity.

If Justin was destined for the stable of the Bitten Peach brothel, he would need all of the experience and conditioning he could get, Father Phillipe reasoned, as he rutted through the night on the tender, nearly nineteen-year-old, nearly virginal body, replicating the many positions depicted in the older teen’s deck of pornographic postcards.

* * * *

Small suitcase in hand, including his collection of pornographic postcard photos, Justin climbed into the close-curtained sedan chair, borne by four muscular men, outside the back door of the St. Ignatius Catholic school dormitory the next morning. He was sore, but he was more educated than he’d been the previous day at this time, and he was fearful, but curious about where his life would be going from here. Although he had been taken, first by the frightening Chinese man and then, slightly more satisfyingly, by Father Phillipe, he was not unaware of the power of want and lust he and his supple, nearly nineteen-year-old body had commanded over the two. He’d never enjoyed such power before in his life. He was energized by the prospects of exercising it.

Tian Je was sitting to one side of the bench in the closed-curtained sedan chair. He had his robe parted at his lap and he was holding an erection in his hand. Justin was pushed up and into the sedan chair beside the Chinese Triad chieftain, and, as the chair bearers picked up the rails of the sedan chair and started trotting off, Justin’s face was pulled down into Tian’s lap and his mouth onto the erection. The young man had done this with the priest before, both in giving head and taking it, and he knew what a man would like in that department. He gave Tian Je what any man would like in that department. Tian Je reclined back into the cushions, enjoying the exotic young European’s soft mouth on his ling—his dick—and contemplating what he could receive in recompense from the Bitten Peach brothel for bringing them this tasty morsel—eventually.

The sedan chair didn’t go to the Bitten Peach brothel. Rather, it headed off to the west and into the lake area, where Tian Je had a hidden residence complex on the shore of the Dianshan Hu.

Justin was escorted to a pavilion with a wooden deck terrace hanging over the water of the lake. Prominent in the room was a large four-poster bed covered in colorful silk coverlets and pillows. Tian bent Justin over the end of the bed on his belly and mounted and fucked him from behind. Then he turned the youth on his back there, spread-eagled his legs, worked his knees in between Justin’s thighs, and fucked him facing and hovering over him. When Tian was tired of fucking the young man, he brought in a muscle-bound, big-boned northern Chinese thug, whose most prominent bone was the one between his legs, and the giant bound Justin’s wrists to the two posts at the head of the bed and for two days fucked him in every position the late teen had seen in postcard photographs depicting how a young man could be taken by a man.

Tian explained the process by telling Justin if he was going to be a high-ranking courtesan in a male brothel, he needed to know all that could befall him and he needed to be able to take cocks as large as they came. Tian didn’t have to tell Justin he enjoyed watching the small, young man being bully fucked by a big bruiser. Justin could see that for himself.

Justin endured and sought to revel in it all as a necessary education to a world he wanted to float in. The shaft met his expectations of the stretch required to sheath it, and the Chinese thug took him higher into the heavens of passion and satiation than he had experienced before. He, indeed, found he melted to the attentions of a ling of gigantic proportions and a touch of cruelty in the taking.

Although he was being trained to be a courtesan in the Bitten Peach brothel down on the island of Hong Kong, though, he never made it there.

Tian Je decided to make the services of Justin, the delectable nearly nineteen-year-old, alabaster bodied, golden-yellowed hair English youth, a negotiating tool in a Triad territory stand-off parley he held in his lakeside hideaway with one of the chieftains of a Hangzhou Triad, Lung Mao.

They met in Tian’s dining pavilion, surrounded by their wary henchmen, and Justin helped serve them at table as they talked grievances and business. He was paraded, in a near-transparent robe, before Lung Mao, a large-boned, ruggedly handsome, muscular northern Chinese thug. Lung Mao obviously was entranced by the young man and the desired agreement on the boundaries of the Triad empires on this region of the China seacoast was reached, whereupon Justin, eyes downcast, guided Lung Mao to Tian’s master bedroom.

Before Tian’s men who escorted the two there left the chamber, they stripped and suspended Justin by his wrists from a beam in the ceiling of the chamber, his feet barely touching the floor. When the men had withdrawn, Lung Mao stripped, presenting himself in magnificent erection—even thicker and longer than Tian’s man who had prepared Justin, and walked around the young man, touching and fondling and stroking Justin’s still-tender body, here and there, and everywhere, grunting his approval and arousal.

“Zhèyàng dì mĕlì yŭ chŭnjié. Wŏ huĭ hĕ lèyì jíeshòu nĭ de yíqiè,” the fierce Hangzhou Triad chieftain murmured as he ran his hands over Justin’s flanks. Justin shuddered in anticipation without realizing that the man hadn’t just spoken of how beautiful and pure the young man’s body was but also about how Lung Mao intended to take that away from Justin. As he fondled the young man, Lung Mao was stroking his own huge erection.

“Zhăngwò zuò nĭ xiăng zuò de shì. Wŏ shì nĭ yòng de—Do what you will with me, master. I am yours to use,” Justin murmured, using the Chinese phrase he had been made to memorize for the occasion.

“Shì de, wŏ dāngrám huĭ. Nĭhuĭ shòukŭ de. Wŏhuĭjìnqíng xiăngshòu nĭ—Yes, I most certainly will. You will suffer. I will enjoy you to the fullest,” the huge Hangzhou Triad chieftain said with a laugh and a snort. “Báixĭ yòu jĭnfă bìyăn. Rúcĭ róushàn he chúngjìng—So white and blond. So supple and pure,” Lung Mao whispered as he ran his hands all over Justin’s body. He leaned in and took the young man’s lips with his in a tender kiss. Then he grasped the curly golden hair at the back of Justin’s head, arched the head back cruelly, bit the youth on one of his nipples, and growled, “Wŏ haì yòng nĭ zhídào nĭ jían jíao—I will use you until you scream.” Justin had given a little cry when the cruel man had bitten his nipple.

Lung Mao slapped the young man across the face, one way and then the other, and reached down, grasped Justin’s cock, laced his fingers through the young man’s balls and squeezed them. Justin did scream then in surprise and pain. But he also ejaculated. Lung Mao leaned into the young man and took him in a brutal kiss on the lips. Justin opened to the kiss and returned it enthusiastically.

Lung Mao laughed. “Nĭ xiăng yào tā. Wŏ zhīdào. Háo. Wŏmen jiăng bĭcĭ. Yúkuài—You want it. I can see that. Good. We will have pleasure from each other.”

Justin began to hyperventilate and to build to another erection. This. This was what he thought he’d been waiting for—the exhilaration of being taken totally by a big-cocked man. He was going to be taken, bound, brutally, so he might as well get whatever pleasure he could get out of it. He was surprised and a little embarrassed that the treatment did arouse him.

Lung Mao proceeded to use Justin past the point at which he screamed. Justin screamed as Lung Mao whipped him. Justin had not been whipped before, and it surprised and scared him more than was painful, as the man didn’t lay the whip on lethally. But then the Triad chieftain lifted Justin as he hung from the ceiling beam and put him on the gigantic cock, Justin’s knees hugging the man’s hips, and fucked him in that position. Justin had the leverage to rock back against the cock, letting Lung Mao know he was into the fuck as well. Then Lung Mao went behind Justin, grasped his thighs, and stretched the young man’s legs straight out from his hips, mounted and penetrated him from behind, and fucked him in that position.

After Lung Mao cut Justin down, he pushed his captive onto the floor on all fours, mounted him from behind and on top, and fucked him in that position as well. He left Justin balled up and panting on the floor and strutted around the bed chamber, looking here and there. He pulled a folded silk robe from a shelf, carried it over to where Justin lay, moaning, and dropped the robe on top of the young man.

“Gài zhù zìjĭ, hé wŏ yīqĭ qù—Cover yourself and come with me,” he barked. Justin was able to discern what Lung Mao wanted him to do and did as demanded.

At the last moment, Lung asked Justin in gestures if there was anything he wanted to take with him—that he didn’t want to leave behind—and for the first time Justin knew that he may not be staying with Tian Je in Shanghai or becoming part of the stable of boys and young men at the Bitten Peach brothel. He went to a cabinet and took out the stack of pornographic postcard photos of men fucking youths. When Lung saw them, he laughed, but he permitted Justin to take them. As they left the bed chamber, Justin was clinging to the giant of a man who had such an overpowering cock and mastery of him. Justin hadn’t had as much sexual satisfaction and release with any man before the commanding Lung Mao, and he hoped he was right in thinking the Triad chieftain didn’t intend on leaving Shanghai without him.

They passed the dining pavilion, where Tian Je and his men lay in pools of blood, having been surprised and dispatched while Lung Mao was fucking Justin. They went back to the Hangzhou Triad boats at the river harbor and sailed back to Hangzhou.

Lung Mao was, indeed, taking Justin into a new, more sexually demanding and satisfying world.

* * * *

Having let Justin go had eaten at Father Phillipe for some time. It wasn’t just the problem of what to tell the parents of the student left in his care what had happened to him, but the priest himself hadn’t realized how fond he was of the young man and how rotten it was of him to let Justin be taken away to be used in a male brothel. Within days of the parting, the priest had found where the Bitten Peach brothel was located and had gone there seeking Justin. The madam and prostitutes there had no idea who he was talking about—or said they didn’t. Knowing it was a European youth and they were in a city where the Europeans had special status, they let him search the place to keep him from going to the authorities. No one there claimed to know anything about a handsome, perfectly formed nearly nineteen-year-old golden blond European teen.

He went back to the school and had a fake grave dug in the cemetery of the church attached to the school. He concocted a story about Justin’s illness and last days and had a tombstone erected. But still he worried about the parents and about an empty grave. Even when he received word that both parents had died in a flood on the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, he worried. That couldn’t take his own feeling of guilt away—and, being a Catholic priest, guilt weighed heavily on him.

The guilt and the last vestiges of a memory of Justin Barkley went away when a couple of years later Father Phillipe himself succumbed to the sickness he had claimed had taken the life of the beautiful, now parentless young man. He was buried in a grave right next to the false one he had dug for Justin.

Nearly twenty years later, after China had been ravaged for far longer in World War II than Europe had been and during which the Bitten Peach male brothel on Shanghai’s Fuzhou Road had been forcibly emptied out and torn down, a new male brothel appeared on Fuzhou Road. It was named the Jinsè de Gōngdiàn—the Golden Palace—and was reputed to be owned and operated by a handsome golden-blond-haired man named Huáng Tóufă—Yellow Hair—although few other than the most select male patrons ever were able to claim to have met—and enjoyed—him. They just knew that his brothel provided not only the sexiest of young Chinese men and older teens but also an assortment of young European men—and the rumor was that Huáng Tóufă was the premier courtesan of them all.

A feature of the brothel that patrons were to remark on for years to come was that the walls of the reception room were covered with framed pornographic postcard photos depicting the many sexual positions older men could take young men in.

If they had seen Huáng Tóufă on the street, either Father Phillipe or the Shanghai Triad chieftain, Tian Je, might have recognized him. But both of those men were deceased. It only was the Hangzhou Triad chieftain, Lung Mao, the sponsor of the Golden Palace brothel, who knew that Justin Barkley had returned to and now wholly, in the form of Huáng Tóufă, was absorbed into Shanghai—and quite contentedly so.

Author’s Note: Hello, this is my first publication on gaydemon. I hesitated a lot because I was not sure anyone would like this, but I surmised it doesn’t hurt anyone to post either, so here we are. I hope you enjoy! There may be a continuation if people show interest. Please don’t hesitate to comment on any mistake and criticize, as English is not my first language and I seek to improve (maybe not my best idea, trying to improve by writing porn…). Cheers.

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The crosshair moved over to the left, adjusting to his target’s new position almost on its own. He squeezed the trigger. Alarms beeped, someone was trying to lock onto him, he clenched the joysticks and pressed his foot on a pedal. His metal frame swiveled around in a deep whine, aided by its jet boosters. He paid for the swift maneuver in high g-force, his vision momentarily blackening at the edges, his breath halting as the feeling of his chest compressing overwhelmed him. A pinprick sensation on the back of his neck and stimulants flooding his system were all it took for him to get his bearings back. His stealth drones told him the first target was down, he’d toasted it with that previous blast. Nothing survived a plasma shell. The second target was still training its laser cannon towards his new position. It was slow. Too damn slow.

How could they even hope to survive against him, how many more would be sent to their deaths?

He pushed the trigger and the second target was destroyed, its cockpit melted through. There would be no way to distinguish the charred corpse inside from the rest of the blackened metal. He scanned his display for new threats, while rushing to take cover behind a rocky outcropping. His frame made the earth tremble and the sand dance in its wake, footfalls no doubt echoing through the desert canyon. He could almost feel the weight of the metal giant he was controlling, fifteen meters of hardsteel-armored nanocarbon, moving with purpose, thumping the ground to the beat of his heart–

“Simulation complete” said a synthetic voice in his helmet. The world disappeared around him, his display shutting down, his breath now loud in the confines of his helmet.

Occupation training was awesome.

His simulation pod opened, and a handsome man peered down at him, smiling with perfect white teeth.

“That was a good one, Liam,” the man said and extended a hand. Liam couldn’t contain his own smile and merrily took it. He always felt like he needed one after those kinds of hours-long simulations. He almost stumbled out of the simulation cockpit, avoiding an embarrassing fall thanks to Sergeant Jenkins steadying him. The sergeant chuckled in his deep voice but kept his broad hand on the small of Liam’s back. Liam couldn’t feel his warmth through his combat skinsuit, but the contact still felt good, grounding and supporting him as the stimulants and the adrenalin wore off. He unsealed his helmet, removed it and grimaced at it. He could feel sweat matting his hair, no doubt giving him a wild hairstyle even with the regulated crop (he needed his hair cut again very soon though), and then he thought about how close the sergeant was standing. He must have smelled the sweat by now. Oops.

“I think you’re ready for the real deal, recruit” the sergeant said undeterred, his hand still on Liam. Liam looked up at him – he tended to look up at everyone, it was definitely not a sore spot, thank you – and saw Jenkin’s blue eyes boring into his own. God, he’s serious about this.

Liam was happy. He would love to finally experience live combat, to fight with a frame that would be his one and only, to feel the rush of battle, of life and death playing at the push of a trigger.

He licked his lips, feeling hot all of a sudden. The sergeant’s eyes zeroed in on the movement.

Time came to a slow crawl as Liam noticed how blown out the sergeant’s eyes were, pupils dark and dilated, most likely mirroring his own. Jenkin’s face was right there in front of his own. Had he gotten closer? Liam couldn’t remember when he started feeling his hot breath on him. Jenkins was still looking at his lips. Then, the sergeant’s face got so close he couldn’t look at him without getting cross-eyed.

The kiss was tentative at first, almost shy. Just lips touching, briefly caressing, sending a surprised but delighted shiver down Liam’s spine. Liam answered by pressing back onto the sergeant’s mouth and gripping the front of his nanoweave t-shirt. Jenkins took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Their mouths slotted into each other, warm lips rubbing and kissing, as the sergeant tightened his hold on Liam’s back and added a hand on the side of his head. He used his leverage to slightly tilt Liam’s head back and dove into the kiss with a deep groan. Liam opened his mouth in a moan. It came out muffled as Jenkins slid his tongue inside, bypassing Liam’s puffy lips. Liam felt his brain short-circuit as Jenkins’ hot and wet tongue explored the inside of his mouth and licked at his own soft tongue. He relaxed with the kiss, his body sagging and making Jenkins flex his muscular arms to keep him upright. Warm pleasure coursed through him in waves, pooling somewhere at the bottom of his belly.

The kiss evolved into a messy open-mouthed makeout session, saliva mixing and tongues swirling against each other in a hungry dance, teeth colliding and mouths sucking at each other in lewd noises between hurried breaths. Jenkins won the tongue war though, in the end, and claimed his prize by delving into Liam’s mouth, properly eating him out.

Liam felt the sergeant’s hard boner pressing at his hip, and it’s all he could do not to slip a hand down to cop a feel. From what he could determine, Jenkins had a massive cock. Liam’s own prick was already straining against his suit and the protective cup encasing it.

He realized, in a distant corner of his mind, how very inappropriate this was, considering he was a recruit under Jenkin’s authority. Then, Jenkins swirled his tongue this and that, made Liam moan when he sucked his tongue, and Liam’s mind blanked. It was all Jenkins now. He hugged Liam tightly and gripped the back of his head and continued ravaging and plundering Liam’s mouth. His kissing skills should be recognized as a war crime.

Eventually, Jenkins slowed the pace of their makeout and slowly, languidly, licked at Liam’s tongue and then at his lips, all hot and soothing, like a balm to Liam’s bullied mouth. Liam melted in his embrace, knees threatening to give out. Their mouths parted so slowly it took him some time to realize his eyes had been closed and that the kiss was over. He opened his eyes and saw Jenkins’ blinding smile. He didn’t look exerted, not a strand of his hair was out of place, except maybe his eyes showed a softness Liam had rarely seen before. He was perfect. It wasn’t fair. Liam, on the other hand, could feel a flush on his face, his lips still slightly parted and letting out quiet pants, his eyes heavily lidded in a haze.

Liam missed Jenkins’ warmth as soon as they untangled each other. The sergeant took a step back and patted Liam’s shoulder.

“You’ll be a fine marine, now go get some bunk time” Jenkins said, his voice leveled, like he hadn’t just obscenely tongue kissed a recruit in the middle of a training cubicle.

Liam stared dumbfounded as the sergeant turned around and left.

—

Occupation training, actually, was hell. Liam could not stop thinking about Jenkins’ mouth, and more embarrassingly, his dick. He’d had ghost sensations of the monster pressing against his hip even after he’d taken a shower, and after he skimmed regulations and took a second shower to jack off.

Liam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he used to be a cock hungry slut in high school. He would present his bubble butt to be plowed by any good looking dude, student and teacher alike, and he gave a really good blowjob. His “hobbies” had suffered from his enlistment into the Union Interstellar Army though, even with the huge percentage of men in that line of duty. Promiscuity and a lack of intimacy will do that. He hadn’t even thought of sucking off his bunkmates, well, he did, but somehow it felt gross, like they were best friends and it was sacred. Best friends didn’t suck each other off. Or did they? No–

Liam wasn’t going to take a third shower, goddammit.

He collapsed on his bunk face first, the soft mattress bouncing under him. He used to think the military would be much less comfortable, he guessed they kept that image to appear tough on the outside, but enlisted personnel actually had it good. The tough shit was happening during battles against the Outerworlds Alliance, they didn’t need to live a hard life in-between just to become better soldiers, that was old-world thinking.

He almost dozed off like this, lying prone on his belly and relaxed after the showers, dressed with just his boxers. The hiss of the room’s hatch opening behind him prevented that, and informed him of someone entering the room. He heard whoever that was taking a step inside, just so the door could close. Then, they stood still. A minute or so later, Liam could hear a shuffling, and then he heard the door beeping. He’d never heard that before.

Liam opened his eyes in confusion, and twisted his head over his arm to check what was going on behind him. One of his bunkmates, Kolten, was standing there, watching Liam with an unreadable look on his face, his hazel eyes shadowed from the light overhead.

“What’s up?” Liam asked, before his tiredness forced a yawn out of him.

“Are you gay?” Kolten said, almost too softly for Liam to hear. Kolten was a big dude, but his voice was always soft.

Liam couldn’t contain his chuckle.

Oh boy. Here it comes. Many times if possible.

“Why, are you gay?” Liam countered and he purposefully kept his prone position. He knew how good his ass looked in tight boxers, it was a common subject of praise from his different conquests. He saw it now, how Kolten’s eyes kept going between Liam’s face and his ass.

“I’m asking you” Kolten said, still standing immobile in front of the door, his uniform doing little to hide the growing tent between his legs.

“Sarge just kissed me and I liked it. So I guess that makes me gay” Liam answered, a small smile on his lips.

“He- he did?” Kolten’s expression morphed into a mix of unbelief and worry.

“Yeah, right after the sim finished, he pulled me out and kissed the hell out of me. Tongue and all.” Liam said, feeling his own boner making its return. God, just thinking about that hot, passionate, moment made him squirm. He hadn’t realized he was actually squirming a bit, humping the mattress lightly and curving his back so that his ass stuck out. It was a subconscious, tiny movement, but Kolten still picked up on it, if his hanging jaw and the hungry look on his face was any clue.

“I locked the hatch,” Kolten said, confirming his intentions from the start. Liam liked decisive people. Kolten was ready to take whatever he wanted from Liam, or at least, he started with leverage for any negotiation. Liam had no idea how to lock or unlock the door, they weren’t taught that. Kolten used his superior knowledge in tech to his advantage. It made Liam warm all over. Since when was Kolten so sexy ?

“What do you want me to do?” Liam asked in a clear act of submission. He measured his own victory on how hard Kolten was going to fuck him. He might as well help his buddy out and be a good slut for him.

Kolten walked next to Liam’s bed. “I want you to stay like this while I give your ass a good fuck” he said, his voice straining around a growl. His voice wasn’t the only thing straining. Liam could see a huge bulge in Kolten’s pants, the promise of a good and rough fuck.

“Didn’t know you had it in you to talk this dirty, Kolten” Liam giggled and hooked a thumb in his waistband, tugging his boxers down to let them rest under the curve of his ass. He was about to lift his legs up to remove them when he felt Kolten’s hand stopping him.

“Keep it there,” Kolten said and started removing his pants. Liam stayed prone on his belly and propped himself on his elbows. His eyes were glued to Kolten’s dick as it sprung out of its confines with a mighty bounce. Kolten didn’t remove his boots. Liam admired the style, full dark blue space infantry uniform contrasting with Kolten’s bare legs, a fully naked expanse of fair skin and strong muscles, with the cherry on top: his cock jutting up. It was massive and bulging with veins, red and mean looking. It was a perfect and delicious looking slab of meat, and it was going to get wasted into Liam’s ass.

“Can I suck your dick first?” Liam almost pleaded, his voice weak from arousal, from the clear thought that he was about to be utterly destroyed by Kolton, one way or another.

“You’d do that?” Kolten seemed surprised.

“I’m letting you put your dick in my ass, why wouldn’t I suck it?” Liam chuckled, extending his neck to get his face closer to the hard cock in front of him.

“I don’t know, it’s just… I thought it’d be weird to see each other’s faces while we fucked…” Kolten started to say. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“How do you know?” Liam asked and raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious about the answer. He hadn’t had sex with anyone in the army, and he didn’t broadcast his preferences or his past. He was just another marine recruit.

“Had a feeling. You’ve got that air about you.” Kolten said and stood closer to Liam’s bed, mashing his cock onto his face.

“Hmm… I see…” Liam said, nosing the side of the meat pole. “Care to elaborate?” he let his tongue out and licked a vein, Kolten’s manly dick smell going to his head.

Kolten’s cock throbbed at the contact. It felt so warm against Liam’s cheek, Liam wondered why he hadn’t jumped his bunkmate’s dick long ago. It would have kept him warm during the rest shifts.

“Guess it was small hints all around. And you’ve got those pouty lips on you, and a great looking tight ass.” Kolten hissed as Liam kissed and sucked the side of his dick.

Liam descended on the shaft, pelting it with kisses and small licks. Then, he did it all over again on the other side while going up. Finally, he arrived at the tip, where precum started beading out. Liam smiled at the thick cock head as a greeting and gave a long lick to it, collecting the clear liquid on his tongue. He savored the salty taste and delved back for another sample, his lips closing around the tip and sucking it in a loud pop. He got what he wanted as Kolten groaned and another drop of precum landed in Liam’s mouth.

“See what I mean? You’ve got real dick sucking lips” Kolten said, breathing hard, as he put his hand on Liam’s head. He didn’t push or pull, he just threaded his fingers through his blond hair.

Liam sucked on the tip like a lollipop, and couldn’t resist moaning at the taste. He took the whole head inside of his mouth and used his tongue to lap at the frenulum as he looked up at Kolten, blue eyes hooded under long lashes and pink lips wrapped around cock. Just his element.

“F- fuck! You’re actually a cock-hungry mofo, aren’t you.” Kolten said and smiled down at Liam, who tried to smile back, without success, what with the penis in his mouth.

“You know, I’ve heard guys talking about you,” Kolten said, now moving his hips to get more of his dick inside of Liam’s wet and warm mouth. Liam closed his eyes and relaxed his jaw, opening up to take Kolten deeper.

“They saw you walking around in your skin-tight combat suit,” Kolten’s voice caught as his cock sank deeper into Liam’s mouth, the tip now hugging the entrance to his throat. Liam was in a bliss, his gag reflex absent from years of practice. He felt everything with his lips and tongue. Kolten’s cock was hard and hot, fat and throbbing inside his mouth, leaking precum directly into the back of his tongue and just- so, so fucking good.

“They said they’d tap you–” Kolten was breathing hard, hips moving back and forth in short movements, poking at the tight entrance of Liam’s throat, loud sucking noises filling the room as Liam formed a vacuum seal around his cock, lips red from exertion and stretched around the substantial girth, making the shaft shiny with saliva and precum. They kept at it for a while, Kolten pumping his hips and feeding his thick cock to Liam’s warm mouth, whose hot lips were scraping precum and glistening, sucking with as much gusto as possible– showing his love for the meat pole.

“That they wouldn’t mind sticking their dicks into you ’cause you’re pretty, like a girl,” Liam moaned as Kolten reduced his pace and started pushing his cock into Liam’s throat, the head entering the tight fold proper. Kolten put his two hands on Liam’s head and gripped his hair as he repositioned himself closer to the edge of the bed, forcing more of his thick shaft into Liam.

“Fuck that’s good-” Kolten said as Liam’s throat gave out all resistance, opening and swallowing Kolten to the hilt, until Liam’s nose was buried in trimmed pubic hair.

Liam lost all coherent thoughts then, the lack of oxygen making his head spin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Kolten’s hips drew back, emptying Liam’s throat, giving time for Liam to breathe a little, only to slide back in slowly, plugging Liam’s throat and making his neck bulge from its sheer size.

“You’d be drowning in dicks if the others knew how good your throat is, fuck–” Kolten said lovingly as he increased his pace, his thick cock sliding in and out of Liam’s mouth, now so relaxed that spit flew out and drool dripped from it to stain the edge of the mattress and splatter on the ground. Liam couldn’t even moan, his gaze unfocused and ecstatic as the blowjob transformed into a messy deep-throat, loud wet noises filling his head along with balls slapping with the same rhythm.

Kolten groaned as he face-fucked Liam to oblivion, uncaring of his fellow recruit’s well-being, snapping his hips harder and harder, until he was positively pounding those lips.

There were no words for a while, just animalistic grunts as Liam was taken full advantage of by his friend. Drool and liquids slid out of the corners of Liam’s mouth, only to be battered away when Kolten’s balls came slapping on his chin, again and again and again. The pace was furious, Liam had a distant thought that maybe this was his life now, he’d just open his mouth and his throat for his friends to take, he’d be just a sleeve for cock, a toy to be used.

Kolten’s cock kept burrowing into his neck, making space in his throat and emptying it out everytime he slid out, only to force his way back in, scraping the soft walls around and making way with his fat cockhead, going deep– so deep. His balls, full and heavy, were hot and wet, drippy with precum and saliva as they bounced on Liam’s face, making obscene slapping noises along with the wet sounds of Liam’s throat and the squishes of his lips sliding on the shaft. Liam was simply overwhelmed by it all, his self subdued and secondary to the pleasure of offering his mouth to fuck as Kolten’s liked. He felt complete at the mercy of his friend, he felt like it was safe to just give it all up and just accept it, he felt satisfied just lapping at his hot veiny cock and contracting his throat around it.

Liam didn’t even realize how hard his own dick was, until Kolten’s pace faltered and he went balls deep into Liam’s mouth. Kolten shuddered, his head thrown back and teeth gritting as his balls contracted. He hissed between his teeth and moaned as he held Liam’s head there, completely invading his throat.

Liam felt Kolten’s thick cock throb, cumvein bloating and stretching his soft neck more than ever, and then he felt hot cum draining down his throat as he reflexively swallowed Kolten’s generous load. Liam couldn’t help but ejaculate together with Kolten, wetting his boxers and mattress. There was just something about milking out a hot load with his throat that made Liam the happiest person in the world.

Liam made sure to suck Kolten’s cock to the last drop as it slid out of his mouth in a loud popping sound. He tasted the cum, making sure to make a show out of it as he opened his mouth wide and rolled the thick white liquid on his tongue before noisily gulping it down, adding to the load already sitting in his stomach. He was sure he saw Kolten’s dick twitch at the display. It stood there, tip dripping with leftover cum, and Kolten cursed under his breath as Liam licked it clean.

“Fuck, sorry, I should have asked if I could come inside.” Kolten seemed genuinely apologetic. “But holy shit that was good, you’re a fuckin’ pro, I think I’m in love with your throat.”

“You destroyed me with that big dick of yours,” Liam said, his voice hoarse.

“It was great,” he added with a dopey smile.

“Thanks man, I needed that,” Kolten said as he picked up his clothes. “I don’t think I can fuck your ass right about now, you drained the fuck out of me,” he added as he checked out Liam’s naked butt without shame. “I’d love a rain check on that though…”

“Sure,” Liam said, exhaustion taking a hold of him. He stood up and walked to the bathroom before he fell asleep with cum dripping down the side of his mouth and his boxers down under his ass cheeks.

“Does that make me gay?” he heard Kolten ask beyond the bathroom’s door. Liam almost choked as he tried to laugh with water in his mouth. He washed himself quickly with the sink before trudging back into the room and flopping down his bed. He’d take care of the sheets later.

“Who cares, man?” he answered before closing his eyes and finally welcoming sleep.

—

Liam, as it turns out, was not going to have his ass fucked by his bunkmate before someone else had their turn.

Liam bit the broad fingers clasped on his mouth as a desperate moan threatened to surface. He was getting bounced bareback on a big black cock, bent over a crate, in a dark corner of his metal frame unit’s hangar, hidden from view. His navy trousers were down at his ankles, his shirt still closed and bunched up, rubbing against his perky nipples.

“Mmm yeah… That’s it,” groaned Chief Everett in Liam’s ear in a baritone voice, hugging him from behind, completely covering him with his huge and muscular body. Chief’s swollen balls came down on Liam’s ass again and again, making a slapping sound that Liam thought should be a dead giveaway to whomever happened to walk by, betraying their illicit activities. They’d go around the corner to investigate the wet slapping sounds, and they’d discover the Chief Mechanic plowing the newest marine of the platoon on his first week, balls deep. Their only camouflage were the noises of people working around the hangar, powered tools and metal frames groaning.

“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” Chief breathed in Liam’s ear, his pace fast, his strength unforgiving. He was fucking Liam’s ass hard and good. His big cock, all eleven monstrous inches, sank inside Liam’s ass, his rim stretched taut and hot around gut-straining girth.

Liam had been in the hangar during all of his shift today, learning the intricacies of maintaining his metal frame during his mandatory cross-training with the maintenance specialists, the mechanics. Chief Mechanic Everett had warmly introduced himself and Liam was immediately smitten with the muscular black man. Liam kept checking him out when he thought no one was looking, and he caught Chief doing the same multiple times. It became like a game, where Liam would do all he could to bend over and arch his back, showing off his ass as much as possible and getting himself in the most ridiculously compromising positions. He heard more than once the mechanic teaching him clear his throat. He even saw him adjust his crotch once. But Liam’s aim was the Chief this time, so he filed the information – the name of his instructor – for later.

It worked a bit too well, Liam thought as he bit back a moan, Chief’s thick cock mashing and rubbing against his prostate everytime he plowed in. He was held tight by Chief, one bulky arm around his chest, making his back arch to take the cock deeper, and a calloused hand clasped on his mouth, to muffle Liam’s moans. Liam was sure he’d be whimpering and moaning like a bitch, broadcasting to everyone in the hangar just how hard Chief was fucking him, if not for the hand over his mouth.

Liam’s own cock stood hard as a rod and bounced against his abs every time Chief’s hips landed a blow to his ass, his scrotum and nuts enduring Chief’s heavy balls slapping on them.

Liam had to give it to Chief Everett, he didn’t beat around the bush and went straight for the good stuff, not wasting any second. That’s the military for you.

Chief had cornered him with some excuse about showing him this and that, and Liam’s instructor had taken the cue to leave Liam to Chief’s care, most likely glad to get rid of Liam and going off on a trip to the bathroom. Chief then smoothly herded Liam behind a bend of crate-made streets, kissed him without a word, turned him around and bent him over a smaller gears crate. Liam only had the time to make out diagrams of nuts and bolts printed on the side before his pants and boxers were practically torn down. Nuts and bolts. Quite fitting, he thought idly as Chief went to town on his asshole, lapping at the sensitive pucker with his broad tongue and spreading Liam’s ass cheeks with firm hands. Liam instinctively spread his legs, as much as he could with his clothes around his ankles, and focused on relaxing, knowingly preparing for what was to come.

Liam almost came as Chief wriggled his tongue in his little hole along with a big finger, but managed to avoid it by biting down his own arm. stayed in that position for what felt forever, trying to restrain his groans and moans as Chief opened him up good, spreading his spit-lubed pink hole wide around his fingers. By the time Chief finished preparing him, Liam’s hole was gaping open, winking shut without rhythm, trying to close around the empty space left by three of Chief’s fingers, which must have been the equivalent to Liam’s hand.

Then, Chief stroked his big cock to spread his own precum on it, and proceeded to penetrate Liam’s asshole, his fat cock head leading the assault into Liam’s soft confines until his whole dick was inside and his balls came to rest against Liam’s ass, hips hugging the curve of his cheeks. Liam cried out in a silent gasp as his insides were invaded, the pain from accommodating to the thick cock in his ass competing with warm pleasure coursing through him. How his asshole could take this much meat, Liam wasn’t sure, but the effects were almost immediate as he felt pressure on his prostate, making him clench as much as he could around the massive intrusion. “That’s a tight little ass you have here, son” Chief groaned and started to move. Very slowly at first, adding spit to the mix, and sinking back inside the tight heat that was Liam’s ass. Liam arched his back to take the black monster at a better angle, and could have sworn he saw his belly distend when Chief slid back all the way inside him.

Chief increased his pace as Liam’s walls relaxed around his cock, but the gut-churning meat pole was still too big, a pillar of warmth reshaping him deep inside. Liam’s asshole was straining around it, rim catching on the bulging veins, scraping hot precum and wrapping around Chief’s cock, clinging to it like a hungry mouth. Liam tried to muffle his moans as Chief wrecked his ass, he tried to restrain himself as the small tinges of pain faded and left only pleasure on their wake, he tried, but he couldn’t resist letting out small gasps and barely contained moans as his eyes rolled back and his dick leaked out strings of cum. His orgasm lasted for a full minute as Chief increased his pace yet again, hips snapping and balls bouncing. It felt so good.

And so Chief bent over Liam to cover his mouth, and here he was, fucking the newbie marine in the ass doggy style on a crate when he should be managing the work being done around the bay.

“Are you ready to receive my load, little slut?” Chief said, his faltering pace betraying how close he was to the edge. “I’m going to breed your tight boypussy, marine.” He pounded hard and barely left the time for Liam to mumble a desperate “Yes chief” before he slotted his cock deep inside of Liam and ground his hips, making a mess out of Liam’s now pliant walls and no doubt making room for what was to come. Chief squeezed his arms around Liam and groaned deep in his ear. His cock bloated and his big balls contracted, blowing a huge load of hot cum, flooding Liam’s insides.

They stayed like that for a while, Liam barely standing, going limp as he basked in the Chief’s warmth, bliss overtaking him and ass stinging from the brutal plowing. Chief finally released Liam and lifted himself from him, dick sliding out in a wet pop, a rope of cum linking the tip to Liam’s used hole. Liam’s asshole was gaping hot, cum dripping out as a testament of how Chief bred him in the platoon’s hangar.

“Stay here, I’ll bring you a towel.” Chief said as he shook out the last of his cum from his dick and tucked it back inside his work overalls.

“You have a really nice ass, took it like a champ, too,” Chief said as he gave a last squeeze to Liam’s ass before walking away.

Liam wouldn’t have been able to move even if he wanted to. God, he was going to walk with a limp for a while, or he was going to have to own it and explain to a medic why he needed healing stims for his asshole.

Now there’s an idea that could go in a very interesting way.

Liam chuckled as a new battle plan formed in his mind.

Huffing, Puffing and Blowing the House Down

Authors Note: I’m a new author who loves reading erotica and finally pushed myself to write some of my own. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome!

I had been eager to go to the gym all week, but I was so caught up with work and school that I hadn’t even been able to make time for myself. But miraculously my professors had assigned basically no work for the weekend, so I knew I had to take advantage of my free time and finally work out.

As I strolled into my gym with my airpods blasting, I swiped my ID card and was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of cleaning supplies and the underlying odor of sweat. Try as they might to mask the smell, the scent of man was pungent and persistent. I don’t mind though. As a matter of fact, I find it really fucking hot. I obviously enjoy going to the gym for my health and my body, but if I’m being completely honest, it’s getting to see all of the men that keeps me coming (literally and figuratively).

I love it when a guy goes to squat and I see the damp line of sweat between his round, muscular ass cheeks. Or when he lifts his arms to use one of the pulldown machines and I get a nice view of his sweaty armpit. Or (my personal favorite) when I walk into the locker room just in time to watch him peel off his tight athletic shorts and tank top before jumping into the steamy shower stall.

Just thinking about it makes me chub up.

It was a really beautiful day that Friday; the sun was out, the sky was clear, it was well over ninety degrees even at five in the afternoon (which meant that all of the gym rats would be walking around in their short shorts and their sleeveless t-shirts). I walked up the stairs to the weight room and went straight towards the corner with all of the yoga mats. As I did my usual stretches, I gazed at my own reflection in the mirror. I’m a young dude (only in my freshman year of college) and I’m a pretty average height (about 5’10”) and weighing about 150. I have curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and I would definitely consider myself slim and toned. For most of my life, I considered myself to look pretty average, but I had a huge glow-up during my senior year of high school. I started putting on muscle in the right places, a light dusting of chest hair came in, I got abs, and my ass got super fat. Not to toot my own horn, but both the chicks and the dudes at my school would sneak peeks at my ass when they got the chance.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Today was much more crowded than usual. The air was thick and slightly muggy from all of the intense physical activity of the day. The odor was by no means over-powering, but the scents of sweat and man musk wafted through the air. I had been going to this gym for about six months, and even though I pretty much knew most of the people here, I still used this time to scan the room and scope out any newbies. 

I saw some of the usual retired firefighters and policemen who go at the same time as I do, a few massive-looking bodybuilders, and a few girls and guys who just keep to themselves during their workouts. And, of course, I saw the group of cocky college-aged jocks who spend more time talking to each other than working out (but somehow manage to look buff as fuck). My eyes traveled across the room and widened when I made direct eye contact with one of the dudes in the jock squad. I had nicknamed him Cute Gym Boy after running into him a few times in a row and I very quickly developed a crush on him. You see, this dude just oozed sex appeal. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him, but all I knew is that he just exudes confidence, and everyone in the vicinity could feel it. He was probably only a year or two older than me, but goddamn he was built like a true man ought to be. His delts were massive, his lats and abs were cut, and his pecs bulged through his tight Champion shirt. There was not a part of his body that wasn’t toned and defined. Keep in mind, this man could not have been taller than 5’8,” yet despite that, something about him was so overwhelmingly attractive and dominant that it felt like he towered over you.

The thing that turned me on most about him though, besides his muscles and his manliness, was his body hair. Most young guys nowadays, including a lot of the fit guys he was friends with, shave almost everything: ass, pits, pubes, and even legs. But not him. Gym Boy’s legs were covered in thick black hair that reached all the way from his ankles up through his shorts. Each armpit had its own dark bush with a thicket of dark hair that curled with sweat on hot days like today. On the days that he wore tank tops, I had been able to get peeks of the ring of hair around each of his nipples. I had gone to sleep many a night fantasizing about sucking those bulging tits of his and kissing my way across his chest before shoving my face into his sweaty pits to lick them clean.

He usually wore a headband to push back his straight black hair, he had a trimmed goatee, and his jawline was so pronounced that it looked like it could cut through butter. I wasn’t sure what his background was (he looked some type of European like Italian or Greek), but I would give anything to see his olive-skinned body completely nude. 

After ten minutes of stretching my chest and upper body, I headed over to one of the flat benches, which just so happened to be right beside Gym Boy and one of his friends. I wiped down the machine and began to place some plates on the bar, and I overheard the tail end of their conversation. A lot of guys love to rag on girls for gossiping with their girlfriends, but what many people don’t realize is that guys do that shit too. I’m just thankful I got the chance to overhear.

“Bro I deadass don’t know how much longer I can take it. Marissa is a great girlfriend and all but damn she can be such a fucking prude sometimes,” Gym Boy said to his friend. He didn’t even try to whisper or lower his voice: he simply said what he wanted when he wanted.

    “I told you that would happen wayyyy before you two even started dating. She’s too 

religious to just give it up like that before getting a ring or some shit.”

“Yea but I figured she’d spread her legs for me by now. They always do.”

“I mean if you’re really that horny you could just call up Emily.”

“Fuck that. I’m not trying to catch an STD or some shit. Everyone has hit that, including you, Chris. I’m not tryna get no sloppy seconds.”

“Dude, I really don’t know what to tell you. Just jerk off or something,” his friend chuckled.

“Nah dude, jerking just doesn’t do it for me anymore. You know damn well I need some tight pussy or a warm mouth to get my rocks off… Maybe you could suck me off,” Gym Boy said jokingly. His friend, whose name is apparently Chris, responded with a prompt “fuck you” and they laughed it off before continuing with their workout.

By this point, I was already starting to get chubbed up in my gym shorts. Gym Boy was clearly sexually frustrated since his girlfriend wasn’t putting out, and I wanted more than anything to be the one to relieve that ache for him. I needed to get him alone in the locker room, I just didn’t know how. 

I continued with my chest workouts and occasionally glanced in Gym Boy’s direction, waiting to see when he would finally make his exit. More than once we locked eyes but I would quickly look away, blushing at the fact that I got caught. After being at the gym for an hour, I saw Chris and the rest of the jock squad dap up Gym Boy and walk towards the door. By some incredible stroke of luck, he would actually be leaving alone today. Just like that, all of the pieces started falling into place.

After another fifteen minutes, Gym Boy grabbed his phone and water bottle and walked downstairs to the men’s locker room. I gave him a decent head start before following in the same direction. When I opened the door, I noticed that he wasn’t standing in front of his locker as I imagined, but that he instead was hovering over the urinal. Shirtless. His tank top was slung over his shoulder and its purple color was darkened by the sheer amount of sweat that it was soaked with. Apparently, today’s heat got to him because there was sweat dripping down the small of his back into the waistband of his shorts. I walked to the urinal right next to him, which was the only one available, and pulled out my dick. It was torture to stop myself from looking over at his nearly naked body but I didn’t want to be too forward and creep him out or something.

The sound of his hot piss hitting the urinal was much louder than expected, and the sound of my own stream hitting the water in unison with his was such a turn-on. I snuck a quick peek at his chest and saw the thick patch of dark sweaty hair in the center between his smooth pecs. I stood there, holding my cock, silently hoping he would say something. Anything. But all he did was tuck away his hefty package, flush, and walk out of my view towards the lockers.

Disappointed, I shook the last droplets of piss from my flaccid penis and turned to walk towards my locker. Little did I know, Gym Boy was waiting, and my jaw nearly dropped at the sight before me. He sat on the metal bench facing his locker with his shirt still draped over his shoulder. But now, his shorts were pulled all the way down to his ankles and he cupped the hefty bulge of his white boxer briefs. His happy trail was dark and prominent, and all of the sweat from the day made his underwear nearly translucent. I could almost make out the shape of his shaft and the massive bush surrounding it.

I had no idea how to react whatsoever, I just stood there basically drooling as he gazed directly into my eyes and squeezed his bulge. 

“Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna get to work?” he asked calmly.

Just like that, I was awakened from my trance. Now’s my chance!, I thought to myself. I immediately dropped to my knees and crouched between his thick muscular thighs. They were covered in thick hair and I could already smell the musk emanating from his crotch. There was no doubt that Gym Boy was all man.

“Suck,” he said to me.

“B-but, what if someone comes in?,” I hesitated, “The gym is open for another two hours.”

“I said suck. I won’t repeat myself again.”

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he meant business, and so I shoved all doubts to the back of my mind and went face first into that meaty bulge. I rubbed my face and nose underneath his balls and opened my mouth, sucking on patches of the white underwear and tasting his sweat. Eventually, I caught the head of his cock in my mouth and suckled on it through his boxers, like a baby calf suckling milk out of its mother’s teat. His dick began to expand and I could taste the potent precum permeating through the fabric directly into my mouth. I was desperate for him to be completely naked and to finally see him in all his glory, but I restrained myself. We were doing this on his terms and his terms only.

He then pushed my head away from his crotch temporarily and pushed his boxer briefs to the side, letting his massive balls hang out while his shaft stayed tucked away. I don’t have much experience with men but, let me tell you, these were some of the biggest testicles I had ever seen in my life. The sack tumbled out of the briefs and hung down low below the rest of his body. He abruptly said “Open”, and I opened my mouth as wide as possible so as to accommodate his lemon-sized testicles into my mouth. He looked like he hadn’t ever shaved his balls; they were covered in thick wiry hair, and I couldn’t be more turned on by it. His scent was thick and overpowering, and my eyes watered as he teabagged me. He used my mouth as a sex toy, and as degrading as it was to become his personal ball-cleaner, I could feel my precum leaking through both my underwear and my shorts.

Suddenly, I heard the doorknob shift as someone else entered the gym locker room. I immediately tried to pull back but he held my face into his crotch, forcing me to inhale nothing but the musk from his sweaty balls. He could tell I was panicking. I wanted to pull away so badly but I didn’t dare say anything aloud and call attention to us. He threw the purple tank top over my head, masking my face and identity from the intruder, but made sure I continued servicing those massive testicles.

“Hey Charlie!,” I heard him say to the man who walked in. Fuck, I thought. Charlie was a retired firefighter who frequented the gym at the same time as I did. And he just so happened to be one of my dad’s closest friends. Thank God for this purple Champion shirt. 

“Hey there Tony,” Charlie responded as he chuckled, “I can see that someone is having a good time.” So that’s what Gym Boy’s name is! I thought to myself as I choked on his balls. I took my time slobbering on the left ball before switching to the right and back again.

Gym Boy laughed aloud and said “You know how it is. There’s no better way to end your day than a post-workout nut.” He said it so casually like this was an everyday occurrence or something. He didn’t even acknowledge my presence at all. Why did that turn me on so much?

As grateful as I was to remain semi-anonymous, having the shirt draped over my head created what felt like a hotbox; I was trapped under there, forced to keep breathing his potent odor as well as the sweat collected in his dense pubic bush.

“Alright man, I’ll leave you to it,” Charlie said. “I gotta get home to the Missus.”

“Alright Charlie, have a good one,” Gym boy said, still pressing my face tightly into his crotch, forcing me to gag as both of his testicles filled my oral cavity.

“And next time, share the faggot, why don’t ya?” With that said, Charlie made his exit, and Gym Boy finally took the purple shirt off of me, unveiling my hot, sweaty, spit-covered face. 

“Good boy,” he murmured, making my cock jump in my pants.

His cock had become fully erect by this point. It was seven inches in length but holy fuck it looked about as thick as a soda can just by the way it felt on my face and rested against his thigh.

“Just like that faggot,” he demanded as he rubbed my face into his groin.

“I want your cock,” I said to him, face still pressed against his nether regions.

“I want your cock, sir,” he corrected me.

“Yessir. Please give me your cock, sir. I want it so bad.”

He smirked down at me as I kneeled in front of him on the locker room floor with swollen lips and a growing wet spot over my shorts. At that very moment, I knew I was unequivocally and undeniably his. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that look of pleasure on his face.

“Pull down my briefs.”

When I reached for the waistband with my left hand, he promptly stopped me. “With your teeth.”

I bit the waistband of his underwear, rubbing my nose against the trail of hair that connects his navel to that breathtaking cock, and I pulled it all the way down to the floor. He kicked it off to the side and spread his legs further, allowing me to take it all in.

I almost drooled at the sight of his massive penis bouncing out of his underwear and slapping against his defined stomach. His bulbous cockhead was slick with precum and the saliva that soaked through his briefs, and the base of his seven-inch shaft was surrounded by a dense forest of black pubes. The thick hairs were matted with sweat and his masculine scent was overwhelming. He lifted his arms and casually placed his arms behind his head, still leaning against the wall, revealing his mouth watering tufts of pit hair. I didn’t even know where to start worshiping this beast of a man. 

Luckily, I didn’t need to make that choice on my own: he gently guided my head towards his shaft and I promptly opened wide, taking his sausage into my warm, wet mouth. He audibly gasped as I sucked in half of his manhood in one swoop, encouraging me to consume him whole. I could sense his pleasure each time I would lick up his shaft, starting at the base of his monstrous dick and slowly dragging my tongue towards his shiny pink cockhead. Once at the ridge between the shaft and the head, I would kiss the tip and suck his gelatinous precum into my mouth, reveling in the salty taste. Then I’d wrap my lips around his head and suction, drawing out his quiet moans and making his hips thrust upwards slightly. After that gradual buildup, I attempted to take him all into my mouth once again, desperate to shove my face and nose deep into his thicket of curly pubic hair. While I couldn’t get much more than thre- quarters of his fuckstick down my gullet, I worked it like never before. I rose and fell, sliding up and down his throbbing penis, speeding up and slowing down to build the tension and tease his libido. 

At this point, he simply wasn’t holding back anymore. His groans got louder and louder as I practically sucked the soul out of him, not at all caring that we were still in the locker room. He sounded like a caveman, and he sure as hell had the massive club to show for it. I could feel my own cock throbbing in my pants, and I felt more turned on than ever before. Still latched onto his cock, I lifted my lower body and pulled down my shorts and underwear, freeing my own sweaty penis. I began to slowly jack myself as I serviced Gym Boy, cautious not to cum too prematurely.

Suddenly and without warning, he pushed my head all the way down his shaft, impaling me on his manhood. I choked once again and tears welled up in my eyes. I was desperate to be released so I could breathe again, especially considering that my nose was pressed flat against the base of his cock. He rubbed my face aggressively into his pubes and his man-stink completely filled my nostrils. I could taste the mixture of sweat, precum, and my own saliva in the jungle above his testicles. Despite my desperate attempts to pull my head away and catch my breath, he held me tightly against him, causing my cock to harden even more (I didn’t even realize that was possible) and making me ejaculate immediately.

One, two, three, four thick volleys of cum flew out of my erect dick, shooting onto his legs, and getting caught in the thick tangles of his dark leg hair. The weaker jets that followed splattered onto the cold locker room floor. Only after feeling my warm sticky fluid on his legs did he finally let me up for air. I was gasping, desperate to breathe again but also desperate to get back on his godly cock and coax out his manly load.

“Fuck dude… you came? But you barely even stroked your own rod.” I nodded, still not making direct eye contact because I was so distracted by the one-eyed cyclops standing upright between his legs. He chuckled, seeing that I was still eager to serve. “Faggots are next level bro.”

He stroked his cock a few times, teasing me and taunting me with his eyes. I approached his boner once again, mouth wide-open, but instead of giving me what I needed, he slapped his fat cock onto my cheeks and across my face. I felt the trails of precum on my cheeks and nose as his manhood thudded on my face over and over again. I tried to catch his head in my mouth, eager to taste him once again, but he just wouldn’t let me. It was almost as humiliating as huffing his man funk while under his purple tank top. Dammit, now I’m hard again.

“Please daddy,” I begged. “I need it so bad.”

Finally, he surrendered, feeding me that huge cock and shoving me all the way down. The pent-up horniness had clearly gotten to him because he started to fuck my face like a pussy, pounding my mouth without any regard for how loud he was being. 

“Take it slut! Take that fucking cock,” he pounded into me again and again and his hairy balls slapped into my chin with each thrust. With one final thrust, he pushed all the way in, practically screaming as he busted his load deep into my gullet. As he came, he slowly slid out from the back of my throat, allowing me to collect half of his load on my tongue and taste his essence. 

Gym Boy closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall behind him, thinking about the fact that he just got the best head in his life from some faggot at the gym. Just as suddenly as it happened, he stood up, grabbed his undergarments from where he had kicked them off, and strutted towards the showers. The jungle between his ass cheeks had my mouth watering as he walked away. Damn, I hated to see him leave but I sure did love to see him walk away.

I stayed kneeling on the cum-splattered floor, pants around my ankles, soaked in sweat and with saliva still dripping down my chin. I had never felt more satisfied and turned on in my life. Right then, the gym’s 45-year-old white janitor entered and his jaw dropped.

I looked like a complete cum slut, but nothing in the whole world could wipe that stupid grin off my face. “Sorry about the mess,” I said as I stood up and walked towards my locker, with my still-erect penis leading the way.

After the most wonderful exchange of fluids the night before, Jed and I fell asleep in one another’s arms. The storm had reduced in intensity and lulled us to sleep. Jed was the first to awaken, and I stirred to life soon after. I was hungry, and we both realized that we hadn’t planned for food. I joked that our minds were too fixated on just being together.

Our pants were still slightly damp from the rain, but we pulled on our underwear and pants in between kisses. We were about to venture out when we heard a vehicle pull up. I realized that the blanket had a few crusty spots on it, and while we were trying to fold it up without taking it out into the daylight, Jed’s father unzipped the screen and poked his head inside.

“I was afraid of this,” he said.

“We didn’t mean to sleep in,” laughed Jeff.

“I’m talking about the smell of semen.”

I immediately looked down. Jed’s face went blank.

His father continued. “I thought I noticed something between you two last night, but I kept telling myself I was wrong. Boys, don’t fall into the trap.” He looked each of us in the eye. “Shit, you already have.”

“Father, you don’t understand.”

“You think I don’t? Let me tell you something that only your mother, my priest, and I know. Well, of course, Dave. He showed me things that made my eyes roll back in my head. I wanted to be with him and experience those things all the days of my life. I told my priest, and he reminded me of all the things I would give up. He made me confess to your mother, we weren’t married then, but we planned to be.

“I wanted to be with Dave, but I also wanted a family, to live here, to be happy instead of scorned. It hurt your mother to know I was in love with someone else, but I loved her, too. She forgave me, and I don’t regret my decision. I have you and your brothers because of my decision to stay with her.

“You’ll find someone to have a family with. You can be happy. I know. The blowjobs and rolling around were great, but you can’t do this to yourself. Get your t-shirts on and come outside.” He left the tent.

I looked at Jed. I was afraid. “He’s wrong,” I said. Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my face like boulders in an avalanche. “I’ll never be happy without you.”

“Meet me next Saturday at noon at Lowe’s. I work there until noon.” He kissed me. “It’s not over. It can’t be.”

I put my damp t-shirt on, tied my shoes, and stood outside the tent.

Mr. Fallbrook sat on the tailgate of his truck. “I have no ill feelings for you Ethan. I want you to head on down. Your mother is waiting for you.”

I wanted to turn around and go back into the tent. I wanted to sit down on the ground and cry. I clenched my teeth. I did not want to let him see me shed any tears. I walked past him with determination. I didn’t turn back. I walked faster and faster until I was running. My mother saw me coming, and she waved at me through the open car window. I got into the passenger seat.

“I brought some toast with a little jam. I wasn’t sure whether you’d be hungry.”

“I’m starved,” I replied. “Thank you so much.” I looked out the passenger window as objects moved past. Taking a bite of the toast, I wondered how I would survive until the next Saturday.

The next week was difficult. All I could think about was how great it was to spend the night with Jed. I kept up with my schoolwork, but it took all my effort to stay focused. Thomas kept harassing me about the girls I met at the cookout. When he asked whether I had a chance to ‘dip my wick’ I wanted to blurt out how great it felt to suck a cock, but I didn’t want to cheapen the connection that I had with Jed. I told Thomas that none of the girls seemed interested in me. He rolled his eyes and called me ‘hopeless’.

I hope that hopeless isn’t the word to describe Jed’s and my chances. I can’t believe that his father wants him to find a girl to marry. Not after knowing we spent the night in sexual bliss. But I’d never met anyone who knew he was gay and had found love but chose to get married and have kids. Were there lots of men like that?

As Saturday drew nearer, I was more and more on edge. Several times, I had to bite my tongue and try to breathe deeply not to explode over something silly. On Friday night, Thomas came home from work and announced that we were all going to the lake the next day.

“I’ve got plans.”

“Change them,” he said.

“They’re too important; I can’t change them at the last minute.”

My mother chimed in. “You’ve been stressed this past week. I can tell. You need this.”

“I’ve been stressed about my meeting tomorrow, and if I don’t show, I’ll be even more stressed.”

“What kind of meeting?” demanded Thomas. “More important than family time?”

“It’s a date, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, fuck, Ethan, why didn’t you say so?” asked Thomas.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Are you embarrassed, boy? You don’t need to be. Do you need some cash?”

“I just want to be left alone, please,” I said as calmly as I could. “I want you and Mom to enjoy yourselves at the lake.”

Thomas took out his wallet and handed me some twenties. “I can get more at the ATM. You take it.”

I took the bills. It was one hundred dollars.

“Just don’t fucking elope, you know. You can fuck girls without marrying them. You know that, right?” He laughed.

I saw my mother roll her eyes. “Take me to dinner, big spender.”

“Let me change my shirt.” He left the room.

My mother turned to me. “It’s a boy, isn’t it.” She had tears in her eyes.

“Yeah, and he’s really special,” I told her.

“Of course he is. I’m happy you found someone.” She kissed my cheek. “I love you, Son.”

“I love you, Mom.” I went to my room and pushed my bed to the window. I opened the blinds, and with the room lights off, I tried to look at the sky. Deep purples and reds reflected off the clouds. It was beautiful, and it made me hopeful about the next day.

My car was actually an old work van that Thomas’ company had retired. My grandfather, a mechanic, replaced the engine with a newer more fuel-efficient one, and I had fixed up the back so I could have overnight skywatching trips. I had a mattress on a platform over drawers I’d made for storage. A cassette port-a-potty that I had never used was also stored under the bed. Thomas had insisted on putting a solar panel on the roof with some batteries so I could run an induction stovetop. I also had a thirty-gallon water tank. The water could be pumped manually. At the time, I thought it was overkill for an overnight trip, but it ended up being a nice addition.

Luck was on my side as I pulled into a shaded parking space at Lowe’s. It was almost noon, so I went in to let Jed know where I was parked. He was at the register, so I didn’t have to search for him. He looked up and saw me. He smiled.

“White van, under the tree,” was all I said.

“Got it. Fifteen minutes. They’re running late.”

I nodded, and he went back to work. I got back in the van and reclined my seat a bit. The air was still cool from the storm, and I nodded off.

The banging on the window startled me awake. I turned to see Jed grinning outside the driver’s side window. I unlocked the door and opened it.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.”

“Me neither. Get in here,” I told him.

He sprinted to the passenger side and got in. He glanced in the back. “Are we going parking?” He chuckled. “Look what I have.” He pulled some condoms from one of his pockets and a bottle of lubricant from the other. “I talked to my oldest brother, Michael, about us, and he bought me these. He told me not to listen to my father but to listen to my heart.” He took a deep breath. “My heart tells me that you’re special.”

“I told my mother that you’re special.”

“I want to be with you, Ethan.”

“I want the same thing.”

“Is that why you brought the bed?” He grinned.

“This is my star-gazing car. I take it everywhere.”

“How convenient.” Jed gave a little giggle.

“Hey. No one has ever slept in that bed except for me.”

“OK. I believe you.”

“I thought we could grab some fast food and go to my house; my mom and step-dad aren’t home. Mom let me know they won’t be back until seven tonight at the earliest.”

“Take me anywhere. Just kiss me when we get there.”

“I’ll kiss every inch of you,” I told him. “Now, buckle up.”

A trip through What-a-Burger satisfied our lunch cravings, but I wondered whether my cravings for Jed would ever be satisfied. I felt like one of those girls who writes a guy’s name over and over and over again in her notebook. As I drove home, I had to fight the urge to just look at him. The five-minute drive from What-a-Burger to my house seemed to take forever. When we got there, I grabbed the drinks, and he grabbed the bag with the cheeseburgers. I led him into the house, and with our hands still full, we kissed.

It was the neverending kiss. I didn’t want to stop, and even though my hands were full and I couldn’t hold him, I continued to kiss him, and he kissed back. He had one free hand, and with it placed on the small of my back, he pulled me close to him.

“My hand’s starting to cramp, and you’re going to drop those. Plus, our fries are going to get cold.”

“I didn’t order fries. I want to keep my waistline sexy for you,” I said.

“No fries?”

“Gotta keep your eye candy in shape.”

He laughed. “Let’s eat so my eye candy has the energy to do the things to me that I want him to do.”

I felt a tingle when he said that. “Kitchen table.” We sat and ate and giggled when we looked at each other. As I finished my cheeseburger, I asked, “So what did you say to your brother?”

“I told him I met someone. I told him who you are and that we spent the night together in the tent.”

“In a rainstorm.”

Jed smiled. “I told him that Father knew, and I didn’t have to tell him.”

“Did you tell him what your dad said to us?”

“Yeah. He told me to go for it. He gave me the condoms and the lubricant. He said to use more than you think you’ll need, and he said we should stretch ourselves with our fingers first so it won’t hurt so much.”

“I’ve put my finger in there a few times. Now I make sure to keep my fingernails short and sanded down.”

Jed looked down at his hands. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“I bought a box of disposable gloves because sometimes my fingers had shit on them. Not all the time, though, so I wasn’t sure about it, but it still feels good with the glove on.”

“I guess we should do that. Will you do me first?”

I smiled. “I’d do just about anything you asked me, Jed. Except kill someone, or maybe rob a bank.”

He laughed. “What about kidnapping? My French teacher is killing me.”

“I need time to consider felonies. Maybe I can make you forget about her.”

“It’s a him, and he’s an asshole.”

“I’m still going to make you forget about him,” I said.

“You want to start now? Making me forget.”

“Yeah, can I suck you? I want to taste you.”

Jed stood up and walked up to me. He pulled his pants far enough down to allow his dick to escape over the elastic of his shorts. He hardened immediately. I slid him into my mouth as far as I could without gagging. I’d read about something called deepthroating, and I prepared to try it. I did my best to relax my jaw and I concentrated and took a deep breath. I felt the head of his cock slide past and go into my throat. I remained focused and resisted the urge to gag. I pulled back off until my lips circled the head of his erection as I took another deep breath. I pushed myself back onto him without stopping. He popped into my throat again. The urge to gag was bigger this time, but I still resisted.

Repeating the act several times, I found I had to focus less and less on what I was doing, and I could hear Jed’s moans as he entered my throat. On my last plunge forward, Jed grabbed my head and held me against him. I felt the pumping as he came. His ejaculate went straight into my stomach, and as he pulled back, I barely got a taste of it.

He stepped back and sat down. He was breathing heavily.

“I wanted to taste it,” I said.

“I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” His face showed the concern of someone who was worried that I’d be angry.

“It’s OK. It’s exciting that you got that excited,” I told him.

“You’re the best.”

I stood up and moved to his chair. I pulled him up in front of me and grabbed his dick really hard. “Do it again,” I growled, “and I’ll have to keep blowing you until you gain control.” I kissed him.

“I love you, Ethan. Take me to your bedroom.”

I looked deeply into his eyes. He was telling the truth. He did love me. Would I be worthy of him?

It was our sixth hour on the road, and we still had four to go before we arrived at the cabin. We needed to stretch our legs and take a piss. We pulled into a rest stop and parked our cars next to each other in the empty parking lot.

My wife and I got out of our car. She retrieved some coins from her bag and said, “I’ll use the women’s room, then I’ll see what kind of snacks they have.”

As I stretched my arms and back, I glanced over at my brother’s car to see what he and Felipe were going to do.

Gary opened the driver’s door while asking his husband, “You sure you don’t need to use the men’s room?”

Felipe responded, “Nah, I’m good. I’ll stay here and make a few calls.”

Gary stepped over to me, draped his arm across my shoulders, and said conspiratorially, “I guess it’s just you and me, big brother. Felipe won’t get within 10 feet of a public restroom.”

I chuckled and rubbed my brother’s back. “He probably doesn’t want to be there when you stink up the place.”

Gary pulled me tightly against his body, making me lose my balance. “Mother fucker! You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

I laughed as I remembered our childhood antics. We had been best friends growing up, and we continued to be close as adults. Gary and I had an unbreakable bond. I fuckin’ loved my little brother.

We entered the dank, run-down bathroom and split up. I walked to a urinal, and Gary walked to a stall.

“I knew it! You gotta come see it, Vick,” my brother said. “Remember when I told you about glory holes? Well, there’s one right here.”

I had unzipped, but I hadn’t pulled my cock out yet. So I turned and walked toward him.

Gary leaned out of the stall and said, “Go into that one.” He pointed to the stall right next to his.

I stepped inside and asked, “What am I looking for?”

Gary sighed. “The hole in the wall. Don’t you see it?” He stuck his hand through and waved at me. “Do you see it now?”

As he pulled his hand back, I saw the hole. “Holy shit! It’s real! And it’s huge!”

Gary laughed and said, “I still can’t believe you’ve never seen one of these before. I mean, they’re everywhere.”

I squatted down to look at it more closely. There was graffiti all around it, including arrows pointing to the hole. Someone had written, “All loads taken here. Sundays 2-5.” Another person had written, “Tap foot for service.”

I grinned and said, “I’ve really never seen one. I guess I’m focused on other things when I use a stall.”

I began noticing more details, like the dried-up fluids inside the hole and trailing down the partition below it. I said, “Is that dry cum?”

Gary laughed and said, “Probably.” He looked through the hole and saw that we were eye-to-eye. “Look at you. You’re a natural. Fuck! If I came here and saw you squatting down and looking through the hole, I’d know it was my lucky day.” He stood and pressed his crotch against the hole. “Go on, cocksucker, make daddy feel good.”

“You gotta be kidding me. That’s what they do?” I looked at the hole again and asked, “Why is it so fucking big?”

Gary stuck his hand through it again and said, “Most of them aren’t this big. But these are great. You can push your balls through with your cock. And you can reach through and play with the other guy’s ass.”

“Jeezuz. I can’t believe I’ve never run across one of these before.” I remembered a story my brother told me when we were teenagers. “Wait, you told me you had your first sexual experience with a guy in a bathroom. Was it through one of these?”

Gary pulled his hand back through the hole and unzipped to pee. As he emptied his bladder, he said, “Yep. Gave and got my first blowjob through one of them.”

I pulled my cock through my fly and started pissing. “That’s fuckin’ wild. Ummm… how did it happen? I mean… well… how did he know you were…?”

Gary flushed and squatted down next to the hole. He said, ” I was pissing, and he was watching me. Just like this. When I finished, he started running his finger around the hole.” Gary showed me by running his finger around the inside of the hole.

I finished pissing and shook off the extra droplets. The entire time, I kept my eyes glued to my little brother’s finger.

Gary said, “And I started getting hard, just like you are.”

I looked down at my cock. Sure enough, it was coming to life. I wasn’t sure why I was getting aroused.

Gary said, “He put his mouth to the hole and stuck out his tongue. Like this.”

My cock got harder as I watched my brother’s tongue. My mind was racing. Why was I getting turned on? I wasn’t into guys.

When we were teenagers, Gary offered a couple times to suck me off. One time, I even took him up on the offer. His mouth had felt good, but I couldn’t get hard. I just wasn’t into guys like my brother was.

So, why at the age of 28 was I suddenly turned on by the idea of feeding my brother my cock?

The bathroom was dead silent as Gary watched me get hard. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time as I just stood there with my cock hardening to its full seven inches. Then, without even thinking about it, I turned and stepped toward him. I could no longer see his eyes. Just his nose and his lips. I inched my cock forward until the head was almost touching him.

Gary extended his tongue and licked my engorged head.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. I pushed forward and watched my brother’s lips spread open to accommodate my thick shaft. I kept on inserting it deeper into his mouth until his lips reach my balls. I shuddered. His mouth was wet and warm. His tongue was doing wonders, stimulating every inch of my fuck stick.

I groaned loudly as I gave myself over to the best blowjob I had ever received. I had gotten head from a few dozen women before I met my wife. And when she and I started dating, I thought I had hit a gold mine when she confessed to me that she loved sucking cock. Nearly all our sex sessions over the past four years had started with her swallowing my meat. But no matter how good she was, she could never do what my brother was doing. I had no idea how he accomplished it, but it felt like he had two tongues, each one sliding over a different area of my cock.

I cried out, “Fuck! That’s amazing!”

Gary pulled his mouth off my cock and said, “Shhhh… be quiet. Unless you want to try to convince an officer that we’re just brothers, so it’s not breaking the law.”

I took a deep breath, trying to contain my excitement. I grumbled, “Maybe you should try not being so fucking good at it.”

My brother chuckled and said, “Maybe you shouldn’t have waited so fucking long to let me do this.”

I thrust my cock toward him. I wanted it inside his mouth again.

He got the hint and started licking my cock again. He pulled it upward and ran his tongue down the shaft until he reached my balls. Then he tugged on them before running his tongue all over them. After they were good and wet, he held them in the palm of his hand and resumed sucking my dick.

He sucked me like that for a couple minutes, then whispered, “I hope you want to cum, big brother. Because I’m starving.” He licked my shaft again and said, “And we have to hurry.”

The thought of him swallowing my cum put my excitement into overdrive. My wife was a devoted cocksucker, but she didn’t like swallowing. That was usually fine, because her blowjobs were usually foreplay before I fucked her hard and deep. But on some occasions, we only had time for a quick suck. She would suck me until I was ready to blow, then she’d pull off and let me shoot all over her face. It was hot, I’m not gonna lie. And I know I’m luckier than most married guys. But would it kill her to let me cum inside her mouth occasionally?

Gary was not going to pull off. I was sure of that.

I pushed my cock back into his mouth and started skull-fucking him. He held still like a good cocksucker and let me have my way with him. I was getting very close. When my brother pressed his finger against my taint, my legs began to wobble, and I began to snort. I heard him whimper as he anticipated my orgasm. Then it hit. Bam! Right into his mouth, down his throat, pulse after pulse of my thick cream shot out. 

When I was done, I slumped against the partition and tried to catch my breath.

My brother lovingly suckled on my cock as it deflated back to its resting size. He let go of my balls and allowed my cock to slip free of his mouth. I began wiping myself dry.

Gary stood up and said, “So that, my horny brother, is what men do through glory holes.” He flushed his toilet and stepped out of the stall.

I was right behind him. We met at the sink and smiled at each other in the mirror as we washed our hands. We splashed each other with water, just like we always did.

After drying my hands, I wrapped my arm around his waist and said, “That was awesome! I mean it.”

As we reached the exit, Gary grabbed my hand and placed it on his butt. He said, “If you liked my mouth, you’re gonna love my ass.”

I watched my brother’s round muscle butt as he ran to his car. My cock was already hard again.

He stroked the hefty cock again in his small hand. It had grown to full size within minutes of Ryan’s slobbering on it. Matt was moaning from the great blow job he was receiving from this small guy. He grabbed at Ryan’s head and thrust hard. All of his thick inches were pushed into Ryan’s face and throat. Ryan could not get air and he gagged on the fat dick in my mouth. He had to cough it up or choke on it. Although the thought of choking on this gorgeous bears cock was intriguing to him. After he was able to get some needed air into his lungs he went back down on Matt’s fat cock.

“Hmm” He hummed as he relished in the mans dick. “Soo good Matt” He commented as he came up for air again. “Love your big freaking dick man. So thick and….”

He couldn’t finish what he said as his hungry mouth went back down on the hot man he was sucking off. He reached up and started to get open Matts shirt. He wanted at the studs hairy body. When he did get the shirt open and looked up at Matts body. Ryan almost lost it. The guys big beefy chest was more gorgeous than he imagined, The thick barrel chest had a nice covering of rich fur. Ryan released Matt’s dick and had to get closer to that chest. He stood and reached for Matts big chest.

“Oh my God Matt” He cooed “This is so beautiful”

He ran his fingers through the mat of lovely fur on Matt. He could feel his own dick tingle at the sensation of the hair between his fingers. Ryan could not control himself and he shoved his face into that luxuriant fur on Matt’s body. He inhaled the delicious man scent that came off this incredible bear. Then his tongue started to lick at the fur like an animal.

“Soo good” He cooed. “I love your body daddy” He said

Matt pulled Ryan of his chest and saw that part of it was already damp from Ryan’s spit. “Get back on my dick Ryan” He commanded “Yes daddy” Ryan replied as he moved down the hairy torso.

Ryan licked and kissed down Matt’s chest and down his belly and then back down to the big cock which hung between the bears legs. He went back down on the big beef stick. Ryan swallowed down half the big thick cock that was presented before him. He hummed and swooned on it again. Ryan licked and slobbered over the big shaft. He could hear Matt’s low moans as he pressed his dick to Ryan’s mouth. He grabbed Ryan’s head and began to thrust his big dick into Ryan’s face. Ryan just kept sucking that mans big dick for all he was worth. He wanted nothing more than to please this big delicious bear.

“Soo freaking good Matt” Ryan would say as he came up for air “Love this big ole bear dick”

He would reach up and run his hands through the bear chest above while he continued to worship Matt’s big dick. He loved the big cock with his mouth and tongue as if it were the last dick on earth. Matt gently thrust his hips to fuck Ryan’s head. He loved the sensations of Ryan’s talented mouth on his dick

“Such a great cock sucker Ryan” He commented “Just like I knew you would be.”

But after a while of the great blow job he was receiving Matt wanted at Ryan’s ass. He pulled his drool covered dick from the hungry mouth on it. It hung there in front of Ryan with spit strings hanging from it. Ryan was in awe at its beauty. He wanted to suck it more.

“Get out of your clothes Ryan.” Matt ordered “I’m gonna fuck your brains out”

Ryan threw clothes off faster than he ever has. He stood there the smaller of the two men by far. Little swirls of hair around his nipples. Nothing like the big hairy chest Matt possessed. His frame was also much smaller than the huge 6 foot plus bear that he stood before.

“Now get on the bed boy” Matt ordered “I wanna get on that boy pussy of yours”

Ryan complied and crawled up on the bed. Matt’s big hands were on his ass cheeks in moments. He rubbed at the small tight butt and brought his thick fingers to the entrance to the place he wanted to be soon.

“Looks like a nice sweet ass Ryan” He said “It’s gonna feel real nice on my big dick”

He continued to rub his fingers at the hole of Ryan’s ass. Then he pushed his thumb inside. Ryan groaned in delight as he felt the beefy thumb up inside of him. It was like a small dick in his ass. He fucked Matt’s finger back as he pushed himself against the big man’s hand.

“Do it daddy” Ryan cooed. “Fuck me with that thick finger stud. Can’t wait til I get that big cock inside me.”

Ryan reached back and gripped the hefty shaft of the mans dick. He stroked it several times. It throbbed in his palm with he downward motion. Matt also moaned as his dick liked the continued attention. He pulled his thumb from Ryan and brought his hand to his face and spit in it. Then he brought it back to Ryan’s hole and rubbed his spit on the entrance. Then Matt shoved two fingers up into Ryan. Ryan groaned again as he felt more go up into him. Soon he would have the mans big dick replacing the fingers that were fucking his hole gently. Matt kept moving in and out of Ryan’s hole with his fingers for several minutes. Soon Ryan was squirming on them and moaning loudly.

“Give me that big daddy cock” He cried. “I need you to fuck me stupid Matt. “

It didn’t take much for Matt to agree. He pulled the thick digits from Ryan’s hole and Pulled up the man legs. He then positioned himself at the hot little hole just inches from his thick cock head. He spit down on his dick and a string of drool fell to his cock shaft. he rubbed the shaft with his hand and slathered it up with his spit. He pressed it to Ryan’s hole and started to push.

“Yes stud” Ryan cooed “Stick that fat bear dick into my ass man. Give it to me”

Matt continued to push his dick at the hole. But he was finding resistance from that small hole. It didn’t want to let him in. So matt reached up and grabbed Ryan’s nipple hard.

“Awe!” Ryan cried out.

But this motion loosened up the butt hole and Matt thrust hard. Matt thrust his fat club at the guys hole and he gained access to the tight butt. Ryan always thought his ass was good on cock, but Matt’s was so thick for his ass. It was like the first time all over again for him. Ryan squealed as several fat inches of Matt’s huge tube was thrust into him.

“Soo Fucking big” He cried out “Ohh my God Matt!. Soo fucking Big!”

Matt smiled as he felt Ryan cry out. He loved tight hole for his big dick. Matt pushed deeper into Ryan’s ass and heard him cry out again. Ryan felt the pressure of his ass being widened by Matt’s fat dick, but he loved it. He loved the pain of taking a huge dick into his ass.

“Damn I love your ass Ryan” Matt said “Like how its gripping onto my dick man” “Yess daddy” Cooed Ryan “Take my pussy daddy. Take it”

Matt pulled most of his big dick from Ryan’s hole. Only the fat cock head was still inside. He hovered just above Ryan as he started to grind himself on Ryan. Then Matt thrust hard and slammed back down onto and into Ryan.

“Fuckk Matt!” Ryan howled “Awee shit that hurts baby” “Take it Ryan” Matt growled “Take my fat cock like the little whore you are. Fuckin’ sweet ass”

Matt continued to thrust Ryan’s backside harder and harder as he went. Soon he was fucking a breakneck speeds. His ass and balls bouncing up and down. Those big nuts slamming against Ryan repeatedly. Ryan loved the feeling and the sounds of those boulders as they hit his own. He reached for Matts fat balls and pulled on them. He wanted this big bear to breed him badly. He pulled harder on the mans bulls nuts again.

“Fuckk!” Matt cried out. “Pull on my nuts Ryan. Pull em’ hard boy. Milk those balls”

And Ryan did pull on Matts big balls. He yanked on them over and over. Matt was groaning as he felt his body start to tense up. He would be busting a heavy cum load up into his boy very soon. And Ryan was loving the slamming he was getting by his hot bear stud.

“Fuck me daddy. Fuck me please” He begged “Please breed me. Impregnate me with your daddy cream. Ohh God daddy. Please!”

Matt started to grunt harder and his breathing became more labored as he drew closer and closer to the breeding he was about to inflict on Ryan. His balls were still being pulled hard by the guy he was ramming his club into at speed. Ryan could feel the heat from them as they shifted in his fingers.

“Do it daddy. Do it” He cried Matt felt his body shudder as orgasm took over. “Here it comes baby!” He yelled “Here comes the breeding you so want. “

Matt then thrust his hard into Ryan and the flood gates opened up. Ryan could feel as Matt’s thick cock seemed to expand even more as each pulse of cum shot from those big nuts and out through his thick shaft. The first blast was hot and almost scalding as it erupted into Ryan’s ass.

“Ohh God that’s so good!” Ryan cooed “More daddy. Give me more Matt” “Take my cum you whore” Matt growled

He kept pounding against Ryan’s backside and shot about 9 thick creamy blasts into Ryan before his orgasm slow to a dribble. Ryan felt his own cock explode as he was in the throws of his lust for Matt. He didn’t even have to touch himself as he felt his body get rigid. He had clamped down hard on Matt. So that’s probably why Matt’s explosion was so intense. He humped back at his big bear stud until both men were finished and the cum explosion had ended.

He reached up for his bear stud and pulled him to his mouth. They kissed passionately as Ryan held onto Matt’s beefy shoulders. Then Matt just lay on top of Ryan when they were done. Ryan could feel the big furry chest against his body. It was tickling his chest as he rubbed against him.

“I came with you stud” Ryan said to him.

Matt got up and looked down at Ryan’s belly. And he was right, there was a pool of Ryan’s cum on his belly and some on the fur on his own stomach. Ryan reached for the cum covered fur and took some of the cum hanging from it and brought it to his lips.

“Hmm. Soo good” He said Ryan looked up at his beefy stud and smiled. “I love you daddy” He said to Matt

Matt just smiled down on Ryan. Ryan was his bitch and he was Ryan’s idol

The END

As the car crunched on the gravel carpark, I felt the first signs of nervousness begin to develop. My stomach tightened slightly as I pulled the handbrake of the car up and switched off the engine. I had ten minutes. I took the small piece of card I had been given at the entrance and placed it on the dashboard like a parking ticket. Checking myself in the mirror, I adjusted my tie before stepping out of the car.

I was parked at the site of an old boarding school, just outside a small village in the rural county of North Yorkshire. The site was just forty-five minutes from Leeds, the city I now worked and lived in. It no longer operated as a school, instead it was visited as a tourist attraction by members of the public and hired out for events. Today, it had been hired externally and thus was only open for organisers and attendees. 

I was twenty-eight years old, and after a few too many beers one night, had signed up to a ‘Finishing School for Wayward Twenty-Somethings.’ It was one Saturday a month for six months and was free. Looking down the list of attendees on the fetish website I often frequented, I was quite impressed with the talent. Spanking had always been one of my kinks, and something I was keen to explore more. So, I signed up! 

Eight days later…I was here. Closing the car door with a bang, I pulled down my shorts which had ridden up my leg during the journey and headed for the entrance. I entered through the thick open doors and was met by a rather fierce looking woman.

“Your name, boy,” she said, holding a clipboard.

“J-j-Jamie Matthews” I stammered.

“Matthews. Yes, here you are. Your first visit here?” she said, and I nodded. “Very well. Have you left your phone and other possessions in the car? Your car key please, Matthews,” she said holding out her hand. 

Once I’d given her my car key, I was told to walk down the corridor on the left and queue up silently outside the classroom. I did as I was told. I joined a queue of around ten people who were lined up on one side. They were all dressed similarly to me, in grey school uniform. The boys were asked to wear a dark grey blazer, white shirt and school tie, grey shorts and long grey socks. The girls wore the same blazer, shirt and tie but swapped the shorts for a pleated school shirt that was knee-length. They also wore grey socks. 

After a few minutes of nervous hush, we were shown into the classroom by the same woman who I met at the door. There were around thirty of us, and we all headed single file into the room. We were told to stand behind our desks which were laid out in six rows of five desks. When everyone was in position, we turned to face the front.

“Good morning. I am the Mrs Taylor, the headmistress of this school. You will always address me as Mrs Taylor or Miss. You are here to learn and be taught. Over the next eight hours, you will receive several lessons from myself and my colleagues. No doubt some of you will misbehave and will be punished. Let me be clear that myself and my fellow teachers will punish you in whatever way we feel fit. We expect you to take any punishment we give you with a minimum of fuss. Is that clear?” she said. We all nodded.

As she finished speaking, three more teachers entered the room and stood in a line near the blackboard. When I caught sight of the final one, I felt a shiver run down my back. I knew the man. He was an old teacher of mine, someone who had taught me during my time at secondary school. His name was Mr. Wherity, and he had taught me geography for five years. We didn’t have the best of relationships in school, and he was the one of the teachers I was very glad to see the back of.

The other two teachers were female. One was a similar age to Mrs Taylor, but much skinnier and pale looking. She introduced herself as Miss Phillips. The final one was Miss Small, who looked no older than 25. Despite her name suggesting otherwise, she was probably 6ft, with an hourglass body and sweeping blonde hair. As I looked at her, I could feel my excitement beginning to grow. 

“When you open your desks, you will find lined paper and a pen. You will write two sides on your life so far, what you expect from today, and how you would like to improve yourself. You have one hour to do this, and I expect this to be carried out in silence. Any questions?” she asked. The room stayed deathly silent. “Well get started then.” Said Mrs Taylor, taking our silence as understanding. 

Lifting open the old-fashioned desk, I found a selection of items stored beneath. There was a pad of lined paper, two pens, a pencil, a rubber, and a thirty cm wooden ruler. I lifted out the paper and pen and began to write. I say I began to write, but I spent the first few minutes just thinking about how an earth I’d come to be in the same room as my old geography teacher. 

I finally got writing about ten minutes in and was going well until I felt something hit me on the back of my shoulder. I turned around and found a young woman staring at me. She was around my age, with dyed dark red hair, and a fantastic smile. She nodded down to the floor where I found a screwed-up piece of paper on the floor. I bent down, picked it up and unravelled it. 

You’re hot 😉 Let’s hang out at break? 

I found my face flush slightly, and I was just about to turn around when the note was snatched from my hand. I looked up and found Mrs. Taylor standing above me.

“Well, what does this say then?” she said, breaking the silence. I said nothing. “You’re hot with a winking face. Let’s hang out at break,” she continued, reading the note. I heard a few sniggers around the room. “Who wrote this?” she asked.

“I did,” I said, not wishing to get mynew friend into trouble.

“And who was this note for?”

“Nobody.” I said, aware that the whole class were staring at me.

“Don’t go shy now. Clearly you think it’s a good use of your time to write notes in my class. Who was it for?” she continued. I paused for a second and then slowly pointed at the girl behind me.

“I see. Isn’t that nice? Well, I hate to burst your bubble but you won’t be hanging out with anyone at break. You’ll be spending your break writing lines for Mr. Wherity. In fact, you can pick up your stuff and go and see Mr. Wherity now. Explain what you’ve been doing and why you’ll be spending your morning break with him. I’m sure he’ll be most pleased,” she said, handing me the note and pointing at the door. 

Red-faced and ashamed, I took my pen and papers and stood up. I walked towards the door and left the classroom. Mrs Taylor followed me out. She told me where his room was before turning back inside and shutting the door. I walked down the corridor to the end, where I found the room was his name fastened to the door. I knocked twice. 

“Enter,” said a deep voice. I did as I was told. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. It was a smaller classroom than I was in before, with just six desks. There was a large oak desk at one end, with a blackboard behind it. Mr. Wherity was sitting behind the desk reading a newspaper. After a few seconds, he lowered the newspaper and looked across at me.

“What is it, boy,” he said, looking a little annoyed to be disturbed.

“Mrs. Matthews sent me to see you. I was passing notes during her lesson,” I said.

“Have you got the note now?” he asked, and I nodded. He held out his hand, and I passed him the note. I watched him read the scrunched piece of paper and a slight smile form across his face. I knew he was loving every minute of this.

“Very well, boy. Just half an hour into the day and you’re already misbehaving. Might have known you’d be a handful today. Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head. I’ll deal with you shortly,” he replied, pointing at an empty corner in the room.

I didn’t respond, just left my pen and paper on the edge of his desk, and went over to the corner. Placing my hands on top of my head, I stood in the corner and waited. I could feel my body tensing slightly as I stood there. I hated waiting. Whether it was for something I hated like the dentist, or something I liked like a roller-coaster, I still didn’t like it. Just as my arms were beginning to ache, the silence was broken with Mr. Wherity’s deep voice.

“Come here, boy.” I turned and walked across to the nearest desk where he was stood.

“For your misbehaviour this morning, you will be given six strokes of the cane. In this school, all caning is delivered on the bare bottom. Take down your shorts and pants and bend over this desk,” he said, tapping the desk with his knuckles.

Guessing this was coming, I reached down and began to unbutton my shorts. Sliding down the zipper, I placed my hands around my waistband and pulled down the cotton. Once they were round my ankles, I did the same with my tight white briefs. Quick as I could, feeling a little exposed in front of someone I used to know, I bent across the desk and let my hands hang freely over the side.

I felt a cool breeze run across my cheeks as Mr. Wherity lifted the material of my blazer and my shirt and placed it higher up my back. I felt his fingers gently run across the top of my thighs, spreading my legs further apart. Once he was happy with my position, I felt him move away. A few seconds later, I heard the unmistakable noise of a cane being swung through the air.

Tap. Tap. Tap. THWACK! The cane came down hard across the top of my cheeks. I cried out in pain, not expecting the force of the stroke. I managed to croak out a “One. Thank you, Sir.”

Tap. Tap. THWACK! The second stroke almost as hard as the first came crashing down across the middle of my cheeks. I kept my composure, and it took everything I had not to reach around and grab my burning bottom. He knew how to cane alright!

THWACK! No warning, and the third stroke came down in the same place as the first. I moaned out and could feel the water begin to form around my eyelids. The bastard, I thought, as my arse was on fire. He’s loving every of minute of it, I’m sure.

“Three down, three to go,” he said, walking around to the front of me and taking his time. “This is for your own benefit, boy. You were always a naughty boy, and it doesn’t look like it’s changed over the past eight years,” he continued. Well, that confirms he remembers me then, as I wasn’t 100% sure. Teaching all those boys for so many years it would hard to remember them all, I had realistically considered.

Tap. Tap. Tap. THWACK! The stroke landed across the top of my thighs, and it was the worst one so far.

“F-f-f-four thank you, Sir,” I stammered.

THWACK!

THWACK!

The fifth and sixth stroke landed together, and the element of surprise of this threw me completely. I wailed out as I cheeks burned and stung under the welts.

“Five, thank you, Sir. Six, thank you, Sir.” I said, finally regaining my self-control.

 “Let that be a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry, boy. Stand up and return to the corner. Leave you shorts and pants where they are. Hands on your head and don’t even think about rubbing your bottom,” he said. 

Gingerly, and awkwardly because my shorts were around my ankles, I waddled across to the corner. When I reached it, I took up the same spot as before, hands on my head. This time it felt different, as I felt the tears on my cheeks begin to dry. The nervousness and boredom of waiting was replaced by the humiliation and pain that I was now in. That was my first caning, and it had been harder and more painful than I’d imagined. But I took it, and I was proud of it.

For what felt like an hour, but was more likely to be only fifteen minutes, I stood in that corner and waited. The sting of my bottom had slowly died down and been replaced by a consistent burning. My arms were beginning to ache, and I was desperate to rub my cheeks. The desire would have to wait just that little bit longer I thought. My cock, which had been erect from the start, still jutted out from my body, as excited as ever.

“Pull your pants and shorts up, boy and come over here,” he said, breaking the silence once more. Pleased he saved me the humiliation of facing him half-naked, I pulled them up and walked towards him. He was sitting behind the desk, paper in hand again. He had pulled a chair up to near him and moved his head towards it. I gingerly sat down, wincing as the unforgiving wood contacted my fiery cheeks.

“Have you learned your lesson, boy?” he said, rolling up the paper and placing it on the desk.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied.

“So what won’t you be doing in future?”

“Writing notes in class, Sir.”

“What will you be doing?”

“What I’m told to do, Sir.”

“Let’s hope so.” He replied.

The old school bell rang as he spoke, and I knew that had to be breaktime. At my old school, there was a rule that the teacher dismissed you and not the bell. The lack of movement outside in the corridor suggested it was the same here. We were given a 20-minute break in the morning and afternoon, and were expected to play games in the schoolyard.

“Mrs Taylor has explained to me you won’t be getting a morning break. So instead, I thought we could have a little chat about your form. You stated on it you were bi-curious, boy. Is that correct?” he asked.

“I t-t-think so, Sir,” a little surprised at the question.

“Curiosity in a young man is no bad thing. Although it can get you into a lot of trouble if you’re not careful. What are you curious about?” he asked, sitting back in his chair.

“Men…I guess…Sir,” I replied, almost forgetting my place.

“Do you watch pornographic videos?” he asked.

“Sometimes, Sir.” I replied truthfully.

“What sort of videos?”

“Spanking mostly, Sir.”

“Men being spanked by men?” he said.

“A bit…Sir” I said.

“Is it just spanking in those videos?” he said.

“Sometimes more…at the end, Sir.”

“What happens at the end. When the boy has learned his lesson?” Sir asked and I hesitated for a moment. “Why don’t you show me, boy.” He said, tucking his hands behind his head and ever so slightly gesturing with his hips towards me.

I know what he’s asking me to do. I have no doubt at all that’s he also watched gay spanking videos. Was this his plan all along. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was even more nervous that I had been that morning. I watched enough to know what to do but had never thought I’d have to do it. Especially not this weekend. 

“Would you prefer it if we filled your twenty minutes with non-stop caning, boy?” he asked, a little impatiently.

“No, no, Sir.” I said, knowing my bottom couldn’t take anymore.

I stood up from the chair and walked the two paces across. I knelt, my knees making contact with the stone floor. It was a relief to no longer be sitting down. I reached forward and with a slight shake of the hand took hold of his trousers. I unfastened the button and taking hold of the zipper pulled it down. I reached inside, and got a first feel of his member, hardening with the cotton confines of his briefs. He was wearing black briefs beneath his dark blue suit. I found and took hold of his briefs and gently worked the material down, sliding it beneath his cock.

His cock must have been seven or eight inches erect. It was thick, thicker than my own which I had always thought was generous when it came to girth. I could just about wrap my surprisingly small fingers around the shaft. He pushed his body off the chair slightly, allowing me to slide his trousers and briefs down to his ankles. As I did this, he slid his tie from his head and unbuttoned his shirt. I paused, a little unsure what to do next.

“Kiss the tip,” instructed Sir, feeling my breather. I gently bent down and kissed the top.

“Pull down to foreskin and lick the precum,” he continued. I did as I was told, the salty slimy material against my tongue.

“Keep your teeth out the way and give it a suck. Try and take as much of it as you can,” he said, keeping the momentum up.

I slowly began to slide my mouth up and down on his cock, trying to take more and more in each time. It felt alien in my mouth, but as I began to develop a rhythm it became easier. I could probably fit less half his monster in my mouth, but I kept trying. He began to moan, which spurred me on to pleasure him more.

“Go deeper.” He said, taking the rolled-up newspaper and slapping me on the head with it. I tried to go deeper, breathing through my nose, and sliding my mouth further down. It just kept hitting the back of my throat and I felt like I was going to gag. I slid down and felt his fingers slide through the back of my hair. He held there for a few seconds before allowing me to slide back. He repeated these three or four times, before gradually I began to take more. 

“I’m close, boy. I expect you to swallow every drop or you’ll feel the cane again,” he instructed, slapping my head with his paper again.

 I picked up the pace, which he appreciated, as he moaned deeply. I felt his body tense and knew from my own experience of receiving head he was close. I closed my eyes and felt his cock begin to shudder in my mouth. Thicker, saltier, and slimier than his precum, his cum erupted into my mouth. I began to try and swallow the thick substance, but it just kept coming and coming. Eventually, once I’d swallowed every drop, I slid slowly back up his cock. 

“Lick the head clean,” he said, as I let his softening cock from my mouth. I took a long sweep with my tongue and removed his mess. He stood up and pulled up his pants and trousers before sitting back down.

“Not bad, boy. Several mistakes but not bad for a first-timer.” He said, as the bell rang for a second time that morning. “Saved by the bell. You may as well take a seat as your next class is with me. Right at the front so I can keep an eye on you, I think.” He said.

I stood up and carried the chair I’d been sitting in back to behind the desk on the front row. I slowly took a seat, and watched as he moved to the door to let the rest of the class back in. I turned around to look for the red-haired girl but no sign of her. Returning to face the front, I tried to get comfy in my seat, knowing that my next lesson was only just beginning…

3 months ago

“Fucking Christ, Sully! What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull your fucking head out of your ass!” the wide receiver yelled as he got in the quarterback’s face.

“What’s your malfunction, Gunner?” Sully asked as he got in Gunner’s face.

“You, motherfucker! You’re my malfunction. I was wide open the last two plays and you threw to your boyfriend Stanton both times.”

Will “Sully” Sullivan was sick and tired of Gunner’s primadonna attitude, thinking he was better then everyone else. He wished he kick the cocky bastard in the nuts. That crack about having a boyfriend threw him over the edge. He couldn’t take anymore from him.

“Fuck you!” Sulley shoved Gunner back, a group of teammates catching his fall.

“You’re dead,” Gunner growled as he shot towards Sully and threw the first punch landing across the quarterback’s jaw.

Sully returned the punch landing to the side of Gunner’s head. Gunner dove for Sully’s waist, tackling him, both guys rolling on the turf, wailing on each other.

“Fuck him up, Sully!” someone yelled.

“Yeah, kick his fucking ass!” another teammate yelled out.

Gunner was not a favorite on the team. In fact, everyone hated him. They thought he was cocky, arrogant, and a douchebag. Gunner didn’t care. In his mind, they were all jealous of him, his athletic skills, his body, his confidence. Gunner was striking in his looks; his dense muscular body, handsome model face, his six-foot-four looming presence, and he knew it. He was ever movie stereotype of a star athlete. He never let them forget how much pussy he pulled in. Because his athletic skills were unapparelled was the only reason they put up with him.

Gunner got a foothold on the quarterback, picked up the smaller guy and swung him ten feet away. Gunner was strong, strongest on the team. Sully should have known better than to fuck with the wide receiver.

Seeing Gunner stomp towards him, his biceps bulging from his sleeveless practice jersey, his tree trunk quads flexing through the spandex football pants with each step, the cold hard stare, made Sully suddenly regretted picking a fight with Gunner.

Gunner clomped over to the quarterback who was still lying on the ground, still stunned at just been thrown around like a rag doll. But before Gunner could get to Sully, someone jumped on his back and put him in a headlock.

“Fuck you, Gunner!” the assailant yelled. “Fucking asshole!”

Gunner bucked like a bronco trying to get the guy off him. Finally, he had had enough, reached behind his shoulder grabbing the guy by the back of his collar and flung him over his head past Sully to the turf. Gunner was beyond pissed. He went for the guy, stepped over Sully and saw it was Stanton, the other wide receiver, who had jumped him.

Gunner laughed out loud as he walked towards the other wide receiver.

“Protecting you boyfriend, Stanton? That’s sweet,” Gunner taunted as he reached down and pulled Stanton up by his jersey. “Tell me, faggot, who fucks who?” Gunner spit and he tossed the wide receiver towards Sully, landing across the quarterback’s legs.

Gunner was in a trance. He was hulking out. He loved the look of fear on the faces of his teammates, worried they might be next. He loved the look of fear in anyone who went up against him.

“Anyone else got a fucking problem with me?” Gunner snarled.

The guys backed up a few steps. Gunner’s powerhouse body flexed showing the strength he possessed. He was ready for another throw-down. He wanted to hurt someone.

“Come on, you fucking assholes. Who’s next?” he roared like a lion claiming protecting his status as king.

Tyler Bleaker, a big fucking lineman, stepped forward. His bulk was an intimidating 230 pounds worth of thick muscle. He clapped a fist into his palm. “You’re out of line, fucker. I’m taking you down, asshole.”

Gunner held out his hands and gestured for Bleaker to approach, and said, “Come to daddy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” came a shout from the sideline.

Both guys turned to see Coach marching across the field at a very quick pace.

“GUNNER! STAND DOWN!” Coach bellowed.

Gunner ignored him, taking a step towards Bleaker.

“I SAID FUCKING STAND DOWN!” Coach yelled again.

Gunner stopped and broke away from his rage trance. He saw Coach and instantly fell into line. “Shit,” he thought to himself. “I’m dead.”

Coach Jerod Anderson saw Stanton helping Sully to his feet and looked back at Gunner with fire in his eyes.

“Did you just fucking beat down my quarterback?” Coach asked but already knowing the answer.

“That faggot can’t fucking throw worth a shit,” Gunner criticized the quarterback.

“Last I checked I’m the coach, and you are just a fucking meat-head who run fast and can catch a ball!” Coach poked him in the chest.

Gunner recoiled at the remark. He suddenly felt hurt that Coach thought of him that way. He worked hard for Coach, trying to make him proud, be the best player he ever had. He hated seeing Coach upset with him. The man was like a father to him.

“But Coach…” Gunner started.

Coach grabbed him by the jersey and pulled him in chest to chest.

“Three things, Gunner.” The kid could feel spit droplets hit his face.

Coach continued, “One, if you rough up my quarterback again, you’re through. I will end you. You hear me, meat-head?”

Gunner was upset that Coach was upset. “Yes, Sir.” It had a emotional effect on him.

“Two,” Coach said holding up two fingers. “Drop your fucking diva shit. I don’t have fucking divas on my team. You hear me, pretty-boy?”

Gunner felt his heart skip a beat when Coach called him pretty-boy. He wouldn’t have taken that crap from anyone else except Coach. Gunner was as vain as they come. His looks were very important to him. They almost defined him. It made him feel proud that another man, Coach admitted Gunner was attractive.

“Three. I’ve told you over and over, if you call anyone on this team a faggot, or any other derogatory word again, I’ll knock you down to cheerleader. That goes for everyone. No homophobic, racist, or disparaging remarks towards anyone. Do you understand!” Coach yelled out as he turned to look at the team.

“YES SIR,” the team responded all together.

Coach turned back to Gunner. He lowered his voice. “Have your fucking ass in my office in five minutes, shithead.” Coach walked away, mumbling, “you little prick.”

Coach walked back to the school. Everyone else were standing around looking at Gunner with scowls on their faces. He scowled right back.

“What are you all looking at?” the giant football player muttered. “Fuck all you.”

“You’d look pretty in a cheerleader skirt,” someone taunted. The other guys snickered.

Gunner didn’t know who said it. He didn’t want to get yelled at again, so he turned and strutted away to save face. He eased his way to the Coach’s office, the scene of many shouting sessions about his attitude. The only reason he was still on the team after all the many scuffles was because he was good. Heisman Trophy good. He was so good; NFL scouts were breathing down his neck. He was sure he’d be a first-round draft pick.

He walked into the Coach’s office.

“Shut the door,” Coach ordered.

“Coach, I’m sorry,” Gunner started to apologize.

“Can it. That’s not why you’re here.”

Gunner was all ready to grovel and plead with Coach. He idolized the older man. He thought the man was the best college football coach in the country, not to mention a father figure. To him, Coach could do no wrong. The man was an alpha male in every sense of the word. Gunner had the utmost respect for him.

Gunner had a thought, something that he tried to shove to the back of his brain; he thought the Coach was attractive. The older man was in his 40’s and in his prime. He kept his jock build and he was ruggedly handsome. He was a big guy, rivaling Gunner’s six-foot-four and he was so dominate. So much so he intimidated even Gunner. He could have gone Pro, but he tore up his knee. Gunner did not like it when he had these unnatural thoughts. He hated the coach at first but the more the man asserted his authority over the cocky kid, the more Gunner was aroused. He tried to justify his attraction, that he was just envious and having a little hero worship. But he knew something was off when he had these feelings. He knew he didn’t want them. He knew he shouldn’t want them. It’s not the way he was brought up. The way he was so drawn to Coach Anderson was something to smash down deep inside and move forward.

“You’re here because I need to introduce you to someone. He should be here any…” Before he could finish there was a loud knock on the door.

“Enter,” Coach called out.

The door opened and Gunner swore the world stopped. In walked a man, older, maybe in his late 30’s, possible 40. He was very attractive, like a runway model with chiseled cheekbones, square cut jaw, perfectly styled, thick brown hair, glowing green eyes. He was dressed, in what looked like very expensive clothes to Gunner. A tailor made, blue dress shirt of some kind. Dark blue jeans and brown leather dress boots. Gunner could tell the guy was built from the way the shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the sleeves snug enough to show some bicep and his jeans were form fitting, giving away muscular legs and a high and tight ass. Gunner thought he may be the most handsome man he’d ever seen.

The biggest thing Gunner noticed, or felt, was his presence. Something about the way he carried himself, confident, fearless, arrogant. Gunner was speechless for once. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gorgeous man.

“Coach Anderson,” the man greeted the coach.

“Mr. Stone, good to meet you in person,” Coach said with a handshake. Coach didn’t especially like Stone. He had googled him, watched some video of the handsome man promoting his business but to Coach, it felt like he was promoting himself more than anything else. He thought him arrogant, cocky and condescending but then so was Gunner.

Coach turned to Gunner who was still frozen. Odd, the Coach thought, had never seen Gunner this quiet. He had a strange look on his face like he was scared of something.

“Gunner! Wake up,” Coach snapped.

Gunner blinked but stood still, frozen.

“Gunner this is Traeger Stone. Mr. Stone, this is my little hot head, Gunner McCoy.”

Traeger stuck out his hand. “Gunner.”

“Mr. Stone.” Gunner grasped the hand to shake it, and a volt of electricity shot up his arm. Traeger saw Gunner’s reaction and just smirked. He held the handshake longer than needed, squeezing the boy’s hand as hard as he could in a challenge that made Gunner follow suit not wanting to be outdone.

Traeger stared into his eyes as if trying to communicate telepathically to Gunner. Gunner knew there was something there. The air was charged, and he lost his breath for a second. Traeger applied more force which surprised Gunner. The look on Traeger’s face was defiant and domineering. The look made Gunner release the handshake, showing the older man he submitted. Traeger silently nodded his victory.

Coach watched the short exchange. He was a little proud of his star player for showing some authority over the older, arrogant man. But then he was surprised to see Gunner suddenly show weakness to the other man.

“Gunner,” Coach said, breaking the two other men’s odd exchange. “Mr. Stone here is looking for an assistant, one who knows football better than anyone. He is opening a string of sports conditioning clinics and has just signed a contract with the NFL.”

Gunner looked at Traeger with surprise. “Really?” he asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Traeger answered. “I’ve been looking for just the right man to assist me, represent me and my company which entails not only assistant duties but some print modeling in promotions of the company. I need someone who looks the part, an athlete, a good one who I don’t have to babysit and is willing to learn. He also has to look good since he will be with me all the time. It may seem discriminatory against unattractive people but it’s business. I’ve been following your college football career, it’s quite impressive so I got in touch with your coach. It’s no secret everyone wants you…” he paused with a cocky sneer, “NFL recruiters, that is.”

Gunner gulped and was getting sweaty listening to the baritone of Traeger’s commanding voice. There was an innuendo in that last sentence. He felt it.

“I watched you at practice today and you are very impressive, Gunner. In more ways than one,” he smirked at the kid again.

“Thanks, Mr. Stone,” Gunner replied with confidence but inside, he was nervous. The man made him nervous and that was uncomfortable for Gunner. Coach was the only man who had ever done that.

“Aside from your little…outburst today, you seem like the kind of man I’ve been looking for,” Traeger’s eyes communicated something more, a want, a need…a hunger. “But I won’t tolerate outbursts and tantrums of any kind.”

Gunner caught the vibe from Traeger, one that was sexual in nature. He had experience reading body language of people who were smitten with him. Yes, even men. He liked it when men crushed on him. It made him feel wanted, needed, and superior. From Traeger, it made him aroused and submissive.

Coach piped in. “You told me you were looking for an internship for your senior year, here’s one dropped right at your fucking feet.” Coach shook his head in disbelief.

“PAID internship,” Traeger corrected the Coach. “With other, shall we say, benefits?” he said to Gunner suggestively. Gunner flinched at the blatant innuendo. How Coach was not catching on was beyond him.

“Christ, I swear, Gunner, you lead a fucking charmed life,” Coach smirked, again shaking his head.

“How so?” Traeger asked with curiosity.

Coach guffawed. “Have you seen him?” Coach rolled his eyes. “Look at him! The boy is a walking pussy magnet. You wanted a model, you got him.”

“Aw, Coach,” Gunner blushed while smiling at Traeger in a silent brag.

Traeger laughed. “No, Gunner. You’re a good-looking kid. I can see why you get so much of attention.” He winked at Gunner. “I’m sure it’s well deserved.”

“Deserved? The kid’s a dick,” Coach said nonchalantly. “But he’s a talented dick who won the pretty-boy lottery, that’s all,” Coach laughed.

Traeger tilted his head and asked in a serious tone, “Are you a pretty-boy, Gunner?”

There was something about the way Traeger asked the question, Gunner thought. It was as if he were asking a question that had a double meaning. Gunner felt the man already knew the answer, but he wanted Gunner to admit it out loud. The football player hated to admit that he was considered a “pretty-boy”. It’s something he’d heard all his life. He saw it as a negative and too feminine. But for some reason, admitting it to Traeger was ok. He couldn’t help he had the face and body of a model. In this moment, he just wanted to make Traeger happy.

Gunner was shaky. He folded his arms nervously over his chest and tried to recover. He chuckled with a cocky sneer. “If being a pretty-boy gets me a paycheck and more pussy, than I guess I am.”

“Interesting answer,” Traeger nodded with a smile and gave a playful pat on Gunner’s shoulder. “You’re hired.”

Traeger left the meeting very satisfied. It also made him horny as fuck.

The kid was even better than he expected. He checked off all Traeger’s boxes. Gunner was a brute, a bully, arrogant and cocky. He was also drop dead gorgeous. His size and muscular body made him a perfect specimen and a perfect representative for his company. Not to mention the kid was going to look amazing standing next to him. Traeger had never seen football pants filled out so nicely. Gunner’s ass was spectacular, dimpled and high. His face was beautifully handsome, very masculine. Just his type.

Traeger has dealt with enough guys like Gunner that he could read the signs. Gunner was attracted to him. He could tell by the kid’s demeanor and lack of eye contact when he was nervous. Just ten minutes earlier the kid was on the verge of beating up the whole football team and suddenly, he was a docile pussy. Traeger could tell by the way Gunner responded to Coach Anderson that he responded well to dominant alpha men. Gunner respected Coach and would do anything asked of him. That’s out of character for a kid like Gunner. Once an alpha, always an alpha, no matter who you interact with. Gunner saw Traeger as an alpha, a superior, dominant man. It was in his eyes.

The next night, Traeger went to Gunner’s first game of the season. Of course, they won, and, of course, because of Gunner. The kid had moves, he ran fast, he pivoted sharply, he could jump over the line as if he were a gazelle. He was sexy as fuck.

After the game, Traeger waited for the wide receiver, who was on his way to the locker room, just outside the athletic complex locker room doors.

“Gunner,” he said to get his attention, just loud enough for Gunner to hear as he walked past.

Gunner thought for a second it was going to be some stupid fan wanting a selfie or something.

He turned with a frustrated sigh, about to tell the person to fuck off when he saw it was his new boss. When he saw him, his stomach did a flip-flop and his mouth turned dry. Traeger looked even more sexy in sporty, casual clothes. A tight t-shirt that made Gunner’s eyes grow big when he saw the man’s perfectly form biceps. Another pair of form fitting jeans, expensive athletic shoes.

Traeger was off to the side out of earshot of anyone. Gunner stepped closer to him, holding his helmet, sweaty and sexy.

“Mr. Stone,” he said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a boss come and watch his new intern do what he does best?” smiled Traeger.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Did you like the game?” Gunner asked sincerely.

“It was pretty incredible. YOU were pretty incredible,” Traeger patted him on the shoulder. A second pat on the shoulder from the man in two days and it shot electricity through Gunner’s body once more.

Gunner blushed, also for the second time in two days, which was something he never did. He knew he was incredible. He didn’t need to hear it all the time but he liked it. But coming from Traeger made him feel good inside, impressed that a man like Traeger would even bother wasting time at a college football game. But he did, just to see him. It made Gunner happy to see him. He was crushing on Traeger and hard.

“Thanks, Mr. Stone. That means a lot coming from you,” Gunner’s attitude was very low key, very relaxed yet nervous at the same time.

Traeger kept direct eye contact the whole time, Gunner felt the intense stare and dropped his eyes from time to time. He’s never had a reaction like this before. It was as if the stare was too intense for him to handle. He knew Traeger was hot for him, but Gunner didn’t know how to handle it. It’s the first time, bedsides Coach, that he had crushed on a dude.

“Does it?” Traeger asked. He was putting Gunner on the spot. That was the point.

Gunner swallowed hard. He wasn’t expecting that response. It was like earlier when Traeger asked if was a pretty-boy. Gunner told him what he wanted to hear.

“Yeah. I mean, you’re my boss now. Who wouldn’t want his boss to be impressed?” he laughed nervously. “Means a lot coming from such an…impressive man like you.” Traeger was proud of himself for take a bold step and flirting back.

“Thank you, Gunner. Well, I was impressed the second I saw you,” Traeger said with a tight-lipped smile, and his eyebrow popped up. It made Gunner anxious because Traeger was openly flirting so much.

Gunner blushed again, looking away, uncomfortable with eye contact. “You were?” he asked innocently, but also fishing for compliments.

Traeger kept his expression semi-serious. He had just hooked the big football player. He wanted to assert his authority to keep him hooked. A kid like him thrived on compliments.

“Gunner, really?” he asked, calling out the younger man. “You don’t fool me. You know you’re very attractive. You know you draw people to you. That is, until you open your mouth,” he said in a way that made Gunner feel like the man did not appreciate his hot temper. “Attractive people get away with a lot, like your coach said. Seeing you for the first time, I knew you were the one. Tall, muscular, handsome, a poster boy for college football. It was a no brainer.”

Gunner now kept the direct eye contact. He liked what he heard, and he liked it coming from Traeger’s lips. He had a sensation of freefalling in his stomach. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man. Traeger stared back.

“Nice to see you can look me in the eyes, Gunner. You couldn’t look me in the eye yesterday in the coach’s office,” Traeger called him out again.

Gunner was surprised at the man’s bluntness with everything. He held nothing back.

“It’s hard not to be a little intimidated by you,” Gunner swallowed hard again, his mouth like a desert. His cock stiffening in his spandex football pants.

“You? Intimidated? I bet that’s a first.” Traeger smiled and gave the kid a playful soft slap on his cheek. “It’s ok, Gunner. I get that a lot,” he told the nervous kid.

Gunner nodded in acknowledgment.

“Why don’t you go shower and change. I’ll meet you out here at my car, the red Porsche,” Traeger nodded over his shoulder.

Gunner was confused all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, what?”

Traeger tilted his head. “Is there a problem?”

“Uh, I was going to a house party with some guys from the team. We do it every game night.”

“Well, it’s a shame you won’t be attending tonight,” Traeger said matter of fact. “I’m taking you out to celebrate your win and your new job.”

“But…,” Gunner started.

Traeger’s demeanor turned dominant. His eyes dark.

“You aren’t saying no to your boss. Are you, Gunner?” Traeger asked.

“NO! No, Sir. I’m not,” Gunner felt about six-inches tall. He knew he had to do what the man said. “I’ll go shower. Give me ten.”

“Take your time,” Traeger told him. “Takes time to look that pretty, right?”

Gunner chuckled nervously, turned and entered the school.

They ended up at a nice restaurant. Gunner felt very underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt, but Traeger was still dressed upscale casual. Gunner kept catching himself thinking about how handsome the man was.

They had dinner, drank some cocktails and talked about the new job and what he expected of Gunner. Traeger was very detail orientated, type-A personality, a control freak but Gunner respected that. After all, you had to be those things to be as successful as he was.

There was a dress code for work, but Gunner didn’t have anything business casual. He was shocked when Traeger told him that was fine, and he would take him shopping tomorrow. Gunner tried to decline but the older man wasn’t taking now for an answer.

Gunner was dropped off at his apartment just a few blocks off campus. As Traeger sped off, Gunner watched him leave and was exhilarated. He got inside and sat down. He was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating. His heart was racing. He didn’t know what was happening. He’d spent the evening with a man. An attractive, dominant man who found him attractive too. The whole evening was almost like a date. In fact, he decided, it was his first date with a man. He needed to process.

The next day, Traeger woke up early, went to the gym and pumped up. He dressed in the nicest casual clothes he had. He primped in front of the mirror more than usual. He was nervous and wanted to look good for what he considered a second date.

Traeger took Gunner shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Gunner felt odd letting the man pay for everything. Traeger even opened doors for him, including the car door. He pulled out Gunner’s chair for him at lunch. He felt like he was less of a man since he had no money to pay for anything and Traeger kept tossing down his metal, Black Card and telling him not to worry about anything. This must be what a chic feels like on a date, he thought. It was disconcerting at first but then it made him feel warm inside. He started to like that Traeger was taking care of him.

Gunner tried on clothes for hours. He hated shopping and he felt like a fish out of water. It was hard to find clothes that fit, that’s why all his clothes were too tight. He was so tall and built, Traeger took him to a Big & Tall store after hitting some high-end clothing stores and put down some serious money. Gunner was taken to posh stores he didn’t even know existed. Traeger had him fitted for four, three-piece suits. Gunner had to admit, he looked like a movie star in the suits.

As they walked through one high-end department store, Traeger stopped at the men’s underwear section. Gunner looked at him strangely. Traeger started to grab packages of underwear, mostly briefs, small ones too. He grabbed a couple pairs of thong underwear; some short, spandex boxer briefs and a ton of bikini style. Brands like Hugo Boss, Armani, Versace. Stuff he could never afford.

Gunner now looked confused. “Mr. Stone, why are you buying me underwear?”

“Because you need new underwear,” he said as he continued to choose more.

“I do? How do you know?”

“I caught a glimpse of your Underarmour boxer briefs. I’m sure they are comfortable, and they look great on you, but these are much more…refined. I only buy the best and you deserve it.”

Gunner continued to watch him. The man was now picking out his underwear for him? This was getting odder by the minute. But he could see it made the man happy and that’s all that mattered. He watched Traeger’s excitement at picking out his clothes.

While they walked around the stores, Gunner kept stealing glances at Traeger when he wasn’t looking. He was awe of the man. Gunner kept thinking how handsome the man was. His profile was perfect. He made Gunner feel special.

“One more stop,” Traeger said as Gunner followed him into a sporting goods store.

This made Gunner happy. This was his home away from home. Most of his everyday clothes were athletic clothes. He liked the way they made him look, athletic, masculine, typical jock.

“Now this is what I’m talking about,” Gunner joyfully said.

“This way,” Traeger directed him.

Traeger went to the men’s athletic clothes and turned to Gunner, “Grab anything you want. You should look your best at the gym or on the field since you’re representing me and my company.”

Gunner’s eyes got big. “Really? Anything?”

“And as much as you want,” smiled Traeger.

By this time, the odd feeling of another man paying for everything had passed. He hoped he didn’t seem too greedy to Traeger but then the man did tell him to get anything he wanted. It genuinely seemed the older man loved spending money on him.

Gunner filled up on t-shirts, shorts, tanks, hats, socks, sweats, anything he liked, he grabbed. He got a cart and threw everything in.

Traeger came up to the cart and tossed some in too. Gunner was excited. He was eager to see what the older man had picked out. He sorted through them and found spandex leggings, six different colors; spandex shorts in six different colors, spandex t-shirts and tanks in all different colors as well. What was this?

“That’s a lot of Spandex,” Gunner observed uncomfortably.

Traeger smiled, “You can never have too much spandex.”

“You can’t?”

“YOU can’t. Not when you look like you do.”

“I wear leggings at practice and under my uniform,” Gunner explained.

“Great, now you can wear them without your uniform,” Traeger said with sarcasm.

“I don’t think…,” Gunner started but was cut off.

Traeger snapped his head and glared at Gunner.

“You don’t need to think,” Traeger said condescendingly. “You just need to look pretty.”

That shut Gunner up quickly.

“Let’s get rid of these,” Traeger said as he took all the shorts Gunner picked out and threw them on a table. Gunner looked at the shorts and then back at Traeger.

“What’s wrong with what I picked out?”

Traeger waved is hand over the spandex leggings and shorts. “What do you mean? You have these?”

Gunner had nothing against leggings. He had seen guys at the gym who wore leggings and tight t-shirts. Sure, the built guys looked good. He knows he looks amazing in his, but he’s never worn them without shorts over them. Gunner was still confused as to why he had to wear them.

“When am I supposed to wear all this stuff?” Gunner asked, gesturing to Traeger’s picks.

Traeger looked at him like he was dumb. “What? The gym, running, football practice, anywhere you want.”

“But, Mr. Stone…,” Gunner started.

Traeger turned to him and glared again, “Are you turning down free clothes, Gunner?”

Gunner stood up straight. “God, no, Sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. It’s all so overwhelming.”

“Gunner, look at you. You need to flaunt what you got. Your clothing should accentuate that. You need to look your best at all times. After all, you are representing me and the company. All the time,” he added the last bit for emphasis.

Gunner’s head grew ten times in size with the compliments Traeger was showering on him. Gunner knew the man was right, he would look like a superhero in all the spandex gear.

“I don’t even know what I’d wear under this stuff,” Gunner said as he examined the leggings. “Everyone would see my junk.”

“What do you think these are for?” Traeger informed him as he picked up the expensive thong underwear.

“What?” Gunner commented hesitantly. “You want me to wear a girl’s thong?”

Traeger laughed to himself. He didn’t want the boy to be feminine, but he sure did want Gunner to feel that way. Only when he was with him.

“Gunner, this is a man’s thong. We got it in the men’s section. You don’t want to show panty lines when you wear spandex, and you don’t want your junk flopping around either.”

“Panty lines?” Gunner questioned taken aback. “I can just wear a jock.”

Traeger snickered. “I assume you’ve dated women who complained about panty lines?”

“Of course, but not on a guy.”

“Gunner, you have a lot to learn,” Traeger laughed as he pushed the cart to the checkout.

They piled bag after bag into Traeger’s SUV. They got inside and Traeger handed him a smaller bag from behind the front seat.

“I picked these up yesterday,” Traeger told him.

Gunner dumped out the bag into his lap. The bag had been filled with swimwear: speedo types, bikini cuts, box cuts, all colors.

“What the…,” Gunner mumbled.

“You’ll need swimwear and you’re not wasting that body on boardshorts that hang down to your knees.”

“When will I need swimwear like these?” asked Gunner.

“I have a pool. We’ll also be going on business trips, and I stay at a lot of beach front resorts.”

“Oh,” Gunner didn’t know about traveling. “Business trips?”

“Yes. When you don’t have classes, you will accompany me.”

Gunner was excited. “Wow! I’ve never been out of the state except to play football!”

“You will now. Which reminds me. We have to get you a passport.”

As they drove back to Gunner’s apartment, Traeger was thinking about Gunner is all those clothes he tried on. The kid was sexy, masculine, cocky, oozing confidence. He could watch Gunner all day do anything. Just the way Gunner moved was a turn on, so masculine, large strides, cocky swagger. He liked the way Gunner squirmed uncomfortably at the underwear, spandex and swimsuits. He wasn’t used to the risqué clothing but when Traeger was done with him, he would crave it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early?” Traeger said referring to Gunner’s first day at work.

“Yes, Sir. I can’t wait!” Gunner answered excitedly.

“Neither can I,” Traeger grinned.

But Gunner remained in the car. Both men were quiet. It was awkward silence and Gunner was fidgeting. He didn’t want Traeger to leave. He wanted to spend more time with him.

So, he took a breath and blurted out, “Do you want to stay?” Gunner asked without even thinking. “To hangout?” he added for good measure.

What am I doing? Asking a dude up to my place. What will we do once we get there? 

Traeger was taken by surprise but very pleased with himself.

“Um, sure. Do you have anything to drink?”

“Beer.”

“Beer will do just fine,” Traeger shrugged and smiled.

Suddenly, Gunner was a nervous wreck. Why did he just ask his boss to stay? What was he thinking? He was thinking he didn’t want the man to leave, wanted to spend more time with him. Wanted to listen to him talk. Wanted to watch him, learn from him, get to know him. He wanted all there was to know about the man.

They sat on a small second-hand couch. Gunner was anxious, he turned the TV on. Traeger thought he was being adorable. There was a football game on. Gunner turned the volume down. It made him feel better to have something on in the background, then it wasn’t so quiet.

Gunner couldn’t help but admire the older man. His body was on point. It was hard, tight, ripped. His expensive t-shirt fit snug on his chest and around his biceps. He was no where Gunner’s height, but he was hot, no matter how tall he was. The man next to him was sexy, confident, arrogant and controlling. It turned Gunner on, got his juices flowing. Gunner wanted him. He wanted him bad. He realized he may have been hiding in plain sight all his life. It was like having recovered memories, his childhood, his teen years, he had always been attracted to boys and men and hid those feelings away. But now, he had been jolted out of the closet and into the real world.

Traeger watched Gunner’s face and his body language. The boy was obviously in over his head. He instigated something he was confused about. He was awkwardly quiet but yet his eyes were all over Traeger.

“What’s wrong, Gunner?”

“What? Nothing? Why?”

“You’re just look like you want to say something.” Traeger said, trying to get the boy to come out and just say what he felt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gunner lied. He knew what Traeger meant. He knew Traeger was gay or at least bi. He knew Traeger wanted him, and he knew that Traeger knew Gunner wanted him.

Traeger put his beer down. “Look at me,” he commanded the athlete.

Gunner focused on the green eyes. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all,” Traeger told him, “In fact, I want you to.”

Gunner cleared his throat. “Sure.”

“No, I mean it. Tell me what you’re thinking. Right now,” Traeger asked firmly.

Gunner was stunned. There is no way he was going to tell this guy he thought he was hot. He had to but he didn’t want to.

“I’ll go then,” Traeger said, “Gunner, as you already know, I find you very, very attractive. Now you.”

Gunner was trembling. He put down his beer. “I ah…I…God,” he murmured. Traeger moved closer to him. Gunner could smell the man’s aftershave, it was very woodsy, very masculine. Traeger looked at him, waiting for Gunner’s confession.

“Please, you can’t tell anyone what I’m about to say,” Gunner pleaded softly.

“Tell me,” Was all Traeger said, firmly but quietly.

“I find you attractive too,” Gunner stumbled through the sentence.

“And?”

“I…I think I’m…gay,” Gunner felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. He suddenly felt fifty-pounds lighter. He was relieved and shocked at the same time. He just admitted to a man he’s only known for a couple of days something he’s been keeping inside for all his life. He was gay. Gunner McCoy was gay.

“Good boy,” Traeger responded. Gunner liked that.

“I can’t believe I just told you that,” Gunner admitted.

Traeger leaned in close. Their faces close enough to fee each other’s breath. “You know what else you won’t believe?”

“Huh?” Gunner mumbled, mesmerized at the man’s beauty.

“You kissed a man,” Traeger said as he moved his lips up Gunner’s. He gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He sat back and observed the boy. Gunner was frozen. They stared into each other’s eyes. Gunner’s heart was racing. That was the most amazing kiss, he thought.

Gunner let out a deep breath, “Fuck it,” he relented as he crashed into Traeger’s mouth with his own. Traeger was more than pleased with the boy. It took sooner than he thought to get the first kiss out of the way. It was obvious that when Gunner set his mind on something, he did it.

The two were making out, hands all over one another. That was the start of their sexual relationship. Gunner was so happy that night. He had never felt this way with a girl. He just never knew why not. He now realized that he had crammed down his attraction to other men. He also realized that this must be why he was such a dick, because he had to be to fool everyone.

They didn’t have sex that first night. Traeger didn’t want to freak him out. Gunner needed to be eased into it. But as Traeger would find out, Gunner was a quick study. They were fucking in no time. Turned out Gunner took to bottoming like a duck took to water.

The Present

Gunner leaned back on the bed, lifting one leg, bending the knee, pointing his toes. He unrolled the stocking around his toes and continued to unroll them over his foot and up his ankle. He pulled the stocking up his knee until the top of the stocking had reached the middle of his muscular, powerful quad.

He ran his hand over the tight knit of the fishnet stocking. He felt the nylon netting stretching to cover the dense musculature of his calves and quad. The stockings accentuated the cuts with their inherent ability to shade muscle in all the right places. It was as if his legs were drawn by a comic book artist. Thick black outlines with finer detailed lines of the striations and cuts.

He admitted that he loved the feel of the stockings on his shaved legs. He didn’t think he would. He loved how they slid effortlessly over his muscular legs. His legs were slick, tan and flawless. They did not look feminine without the hair. Their size and bulk betrayed any femininity except for the black fishnet, thigh high stocking. The masculine and the feminine contrast were what he was going for. This was all about showing how far he’s willing to go to show respect and devotion.

He did the same with the other stocking, once again, stopping after to feel his legs encased in the tight, constricting material. He adjusted the seams that ran up the back of his legs, making sure they were straight.

He adjusted his silky, tight, black lace, crotchless panties that cupped his muscular ass and added a sheen to it. He then took the black lace garter belt from the bed and wrapped it around his small waist and fastened it. He had seen plenty of garter belts on numerous women; girlfriends, strippers, porn but, obviously, never worn one. He fumbled with the garters, attaching them to the tops of his stockings. He had to watch a YouTube video to decipher how to attach them. The garter belt matched the black panties with lace trim and had a silk sheen, it lay flat over his abs.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had to take a few steps back to fit his 6’4” body in the reflection. He flexed his quads. He turned sideways and ran his hand over a round, dimpled ass cheek. He loved the feel of silk on his smooth skin.

He marveled at the man in the mirror. His immense 6’4” size, his strapping, herculean body, wide shoulders, breast plate pecs, bulbous shoulder caps and equally bulbous biceps. His facial features were the least feminine of any other body part. A ridiculously square jaw; strong, dimpled chin, a strong Roman nose. His eyes were inset and were sparkling blue. His eyelashes were thick and his dark eyebrows thicker. His raven black hair was thick and full, cut short on the sides and left longer on top. He could easily be a fitness model with his handsome face and herculean build.

Tonight, per orders, his clean-cut hair style was slicked back. Those thick eyelashes just a little thicker with light mascara. His eyes steamy with some shading of his eyelids and the blue in his eyes popped from thick black eyeliner. His kissable, full lips were painted bright red. Hours on YouTube makeup tutorials helped him with the the technique of shading and bringing out the best features of his face.

Google showed him where to buy men’s lingerie that would fit his huge, muscular, football player body. Xdress.com was the best site. He had to purchase XL size panties to fit over his globular, hard ass.

He stretched a matching fishnet tank top over his shoulders and huge chest where it stopped midriff allowing his 8-pack abs and ripped obliques to show.

The last thing to put on was a pair of black satin, stiletto pumps. He stepped into them, raising his height to a skyscraping 6’8”. He would tower above anyone, more than he already did. The sexy lingerie not taking away from his imposing, intimidating size. He wasn’t sure about the heels, maybe he should have bought regular two-inch heels, but the stilettos looked way sexier. He always thought they were hot when his girlfriends wore them. They made whoever wore them look slutty but also made the legs of the wearer lean and streamlined.

He left his five O’clock shadow which was in contrast to his made-up face, a unique mixture that would make anyone look twice.

He turned to the mirror again, the heels causing his calf muscles to swell and his quads to be in a constant state of flex. His lifted heels made his ass stick out causing his back to arch more than normal. He walked across the room. He had been practicing with balancing and not be wobbly. He also didn’t want to walk like a woman but a confident man who made walking in heels look natural. Luckily, his exceptional athleticism made it easy to learn how to balance, walk without twisting an ankle. He couldn’t afford to injure himself or he couldn’t play football.

He stared at himself in the mirror, making himself hard, getting off on his own body. Many times, he had jacked off looking at himself in the mirror. It was narcissistic but he didn’t care. He loved his powerful, well-built physique. It was perfect and he felt superior to other men. He had transformed his manly, beefcake body, his persona, into a sexy, toy for men to use. He wondered how many other men would get off on seeing him like this? Is this a common fetish?

Now he waited.

Gunner was nervous and his heart pounded. Did he agree to do this? Or was it pure obedience? He would never have thought in a million years that he would even consider dressing like this. He had been wearing silk panties for about the last two months at the request, no, orders, of the man he obsessed about. He was defiant at first. But he liked the way they made him feel when he wore them during sex; sexy, vulnerable, feminine. He had gotten used to playing dress-up. Each week more pieces of lingerie were added to his wardrobe: hosiery, camisoles, stockings, corsets, more panties. Tonight, the pieces all come together in one magnificent, slutty ensemble. Traeger introduced a piece here and there whenever they fucked. Getting the boy used to the feel of silk and satin on his manly skin.

This was the big night. This was the night he showed true devotion and love. Last night, he came to terms with finally letting go. He looked at the items spread out on the bed. He stared at them. He paced back and forth; massive arms crossed over his chest while he nervously bit his thumbnail. He was torn. Everything he’d ever known told him this was wrong. This is not how real men dressed. This is how a woman dressed for her man, waiting for her man to come home from work and make sweet love to her. His eyes began to water as he came to terms with his life from here on out. He didn’t know if they were tears of dread or tears of joy. He was crying. He never cried. He was taught it was weak to cry. Only sissy boys cried.

He was planning on going pro once he graduated. The scouts liked him; told him he was a shoo in. They liked his look. The camera loved him. He had the all-American, sexy jock look. But this new part of his life would have to be kept a secret. He wasn’t going to come out. He wasn’t going to let anyone find out that he was another man’s bitch.

He continued to pace, to cry silently, tears streaming down his stubbled cheeks. He felt an invisible force pushing him to give in to his feminine side. He wanted to be with a man. He wanted to feel feminine while with him. He wanted to know what it was like to be with a man the way so many girls had been with him. He was giving up his masculinity in the bedroom because he knew it made Traeger happy. Gunner loved him. Gunner was straight six months ago, or at least he thought he was. He didn’t know what was happening and what it was all for.

This was all for a man.

All for a man he was attracted to, and he didn’t know hot to deal with it. It scared him that the man wasn’t even his equal in size. The man was smaller, a mere 5’11”. But even though he was shorter, he was built with lean, streamlined muscle, no where near Gunner’s size though.

Gunner had always lived his life as a straight man. That’s what was expected of him, he didn’t know any better. He always thought some men were attractive, but it was always men who were overly masculine, alpha types. Ones that were control freaks, type A personalities. He assumed he was attracted to them because they were like him. Gunner was attracted to not only men with power but men with power over him. His coach was someone who had power over him, training him, disciplining him, making him into a better man. He worshipped his coach. He knew if a man could intimidate a man like himself, his size and presence, that man must be superior and special. He struggled with these feelings by overcompensating, having more sex with women, working out more to get bigger, starting fist fights. He had never been openly attracted sexually to a man until he met Traeger.

Traeger plucked Gunner from his mundane heterosexual existence and turned his world upside down. Traeger introduced him to hardcore man sex. He took control and made Gunner do things he would never dream of doing. Traeger was a true Dom in every sense of the word. He recognized Gunner’s potential as a sub from the first second they met. He liked to tear down his subs before building them back up to his specifications. He liked his boys a certain way and no other way would do. He liked them big, he liked them muscular, he liked them masculine, he liked them obedient.

Traeger was on his way over to Gunner’s condo. He had worked hard on the quiet, gentle giant, molding his psyche to perfection. He took a large, imposing, handsome, seemingly heterosexual athlete and chipped away at him until Gunner was so in love with him that he would do whatever Traeger told him to do, sexually and publicly.

Traeger loved how Gunner’s body looked in and out of clothes. The kid’s football uniform was a turn on but so was when he wore a beat-up t-shirt and tight faded jeans. He had put Gunner in a three-piece suit a couple of times and wondered why the kid didn’t wear them more often, not that he had a reason to other than Traeger taking him out. Getting the hunk to wear a speedo was a tough one. They started with box-cut and worked their way to smaller ones. Once he talked Gunner into shaving his body to show muscle definition, the boy saw the way he looked in a speedo and it reminded him of a fitness model, something he aspired to, and he liked it. Traeger taught him not to be ashamed or embarrassed to show off his body. He was a masterpiece, and his body was a masterpiece and he needed to show it. Plus, Traeger just plain thought it was sexy for a muscular man to wear a speedo. Call it a fetish.

Gunner was tough to break down at first. He was so entrenched in the masculine, uber macho locker room world of male athletes. Traeger knew it was going to take some time. He befriended the kid, earned his trust, exposed his latent gay tendencies, broke him down. Gunner was so afraid of gay sex at first, and what it made him feel like. He was ok with the concept of topping because, to him, that made him more of a man. But the concept of bottoming made him cringe because, to him, that was a woman’s place. He was no woman. He was a man and a real man at that. He liked beer, sports and lifting heavy things. Those were things real men liked. Guys who let another man fuck them were less than, inferior and feminine. He was none of those things. Or so he thought.

Traeger, however, was a top. Gunner knew right from the start that Traeger was a top. He felt it inside. But Traeger eased him in, and he was shocked to find out that he loved to get fucked. He loved to take orders while getting fucked.

Tonight, Traeger was already stiff at the anticipation of what awaited him. It was a sort of graduation day for Gunner. It had been three months and tonight, was his ultimate show of submission, of obedience. He told Gunner what he was to wear and how to look when he arrived that night.

Traeger used his key to enter Gunner’s condo. The lights were low, candles burning, music playing. He made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door, and all sense of reality left his body. It was better than he thought it would be.

Gunner stood in the middle of the room. Traeger took in the sight, and it made him harder than ever. His boy, all 6’4” and 210 ripped, muscular pounds of him, wearing the sexy ensemble he told him to wear. His football stud donning sleek, tight, silky lingerie gave Traeger an adrenaline rush. He walked closer; Gunner’s face was serious. But even serious, his face was a picture of perfect masculinity. Traeger saw the makeup, as much as it tried to feminize his features, it only accentuated the most chiseled parts. The red lipstick made him look whorish and Traeger loved that. He had successfully transformed this muscular hulk into a panty-wearing bitch. All Gunner wanted to do was please Traeger and for him to give up his masculinity like this, proved it was so.

Gunner saw Traeger’s reaction and felt relieved. He was so happy that the man approved. This was so out of Gunner’s comfort zone, he fought it, he didn’t want to do it, but he couldn’t resist Traeger’s pull. He told Gunner that this was the final test for him. After tonight, he had proved himself worthy of being in Traeger’s stable.

Looking at the mountain of muscle, Traeger remembered the first time he made him wear panties. The stud was defiant, and shocked that Traeger would ask him to do such a sissy thing.

6 weeks Ago

Gunner came home from the gym one evening after work. He had been having sex with Traeger for a month and a half. It was difficult to wrap his head around it at first, taking cock, but he found out he loved it. His attitude hadn’t changed much outside the bedroom. Subconsciously, he felt he needed to overcompensate for being a submissive pussy by being more aggressive and more of an asshole to his teammates. Traeger thought it was good for Gunner to get the anger out of his system while he worked through his new reality. T

here was a package waiting for him at his door. He saw it was from Traeger. Excited, he went inside and ripped the packing off. It was a small pink box with a red bow. He looked at it with confusion not knowing at all what it could be.

He opened it and inside was a pair of powder blue, silky panties. He held them up and examined them. They were a size XL and that’s when he realized why Traeger sent them. The man wanted him to wear them.

“Oh, hell no,” Gunner said out loud as he tossed them down on the table. A note fell out of the box when it hit the surface.

He picked it up almost scared to read it because he had a hunch, he knew what it said.

Have these on when I arrive tonight. 

Gunner’s heart dropped into his stomach. Why would the man make him do this? Gunner had come a long way in the last six weeks. He let Traeger have his way with him. He let him shower him with gifts. He let Traeger fuck him constantly. He went from straight to gay in a matter of days. He looked forward to the time he spent with Traeger. He craved the man’s cock. He grew to love being fucked. He liked looking up at the man while his legs were over the man’s shoulders. He liked the feeling of Traeger taking charge, dominating him. He felt like it was his place, to be a willing receptacle for the handsome man’s sperm.

He picked up the panties. He rolled them around in his hand. They felt slick and silky, so soft.

“No. I can’t,” he said out loud again. But then he knew how disappointed Traeger would be with him. Gunner could not bare to see Traeger disappointed. He knew Traeger would hold back sex if Gunner pissed him off.

“Ugh! Damn it!” he yelled out with frustration.

He went into the bedroom and tossed the panties on the bed. He then took a shower and cleaned up and cleaned out the way Traeger like him.

Wrapped in a towel, he sat down on the bed, picked up the panties and just stared at them. He thought they did feel nice, soft, stretchy. He stood and held them against his groin while he looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath, let it out and started to tremble. He didn’t want to put them on. He was petrified with fear and anxiety. Why would Traeger make him do this? What was his reasoning? Hadn’t he already given up so much for the man, did whatever he wanted?

His phone buzzed. It was a text from Traeger.

I’ll be there in 10 min. Put them on!

“SHIT!” Gunner screamed out. He hated the man knew him so well. He had to do it. He had to swallow his pride and his masculinity and just do it. He had to obey.

He stood in front of the mirror and stepped into the. They were tiny. He pulled them up his muscular legs, watching them strain over his quads and felt them stretch over his muscular ass and they snapped against his waist.

He looked at himself. They fit him perfectly. They kind of looked like the small briefs or the speedo swimwear Traeger made him wear. Only these had white lace that trimmed the waist and leg opening. He turned to the side and saw how they molded to his ass, not quite containing his while ass but well enough. He looked good, he had to admit. He turned back to the front. He ran his hands over his cock, the material slick and shiny. He ran his hands over his ass. His cock began to plump.

“Oh, geez,” he cried out in an anxiety driven, heavy sigh. He was getting turned on at his reflection and he didn’t like it. He flexed his body and watch his muscles swell, flexed his abs and watched them pop as they sunk down into the lacy waistline of the powder blue panties. Yes, the underwear was feminine but in strong contrast to his many body piqued his interest.

Traeger arrived and entered the apartment. All was quiet.

“Gunner?” he called out.

“Yeah,” a muffled voice came from the bedroom.

“Did you get my gift?” Traeger asked again with cocky smirk. He knew the kid was horrified.

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

“Traeger?”

Traeger rolled his eyes and sighed. “What?” he asked as he walked up to the door.

“Please,” is what he heard from the other side. Not a statement, not a question, but a plea.

“Gunner. Open the door,” he commanded as he tried the doorknob to find it locked.

There was silence for quite a few seconds.

“GUNNER,” Traeger said forcefully, and he beat a fist against the door.

“I don’t want to,” Gunner mumbled loud enough to hear through the door. His deep voice was defiant but timid at the same time.

Traeger knew this was a very big step for Gunner. He knew this would test the kid’s resolve, his courage, his masculinity. Traeger took a deep breath and calmed himself.

“Gunner,” he said with a lighter tone. “Please open the door. It’s alright. Everything is fine.”

“No, it’s not,” Gunner said in a serious tone. “No. It’s fucked up,” he shouted at the door.

“Gunner, no part of this is fucked up. You have to trust me on this.”

“Traeger, I’m not a fucking sissy faggot!” Gunner yelled through the door. “You know what? You’re an asshole for doing this!”

Traeger decided to ignore the insult.

“Of course, you’re not a sissy faggot,” Traeger assured him. “Do you have them on?”

“Yeah.”

“How do they feel?”

“Tight,” Gunner answered sarcastically.

Traeger chuckled. “What else?”

“I don’t know. Soft.”

“Do they look good on you?”

There was silence and then, “well, yeah,” the kid answered as if it should be obvious.

“Then what’s the problem Gunner?”

“You’re humiliating me!” Gunner accused the man. The kid’s voice was the tone he used when he bullied his teammates. It was a tone he hadn’t used with Traeger before.

“No, Gunner. That’s not what this is about,” Traeger told him but really, it was about humiliation, about making him do things he normally never thought he’d do. How far would he go to make Traeger happy?

“Then why do I feel like a fucking girl?”

“Gunner, you like wearing the thongs, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what’s the problem.”

“You told me they weren’t girl’s panties!” he yelled through the door.

“And they aren’t. But these panties are lingerie made for men. I got them from a men’s lingerie site.”

There was silence.

“They make these for men?”

“They fit you, don’t they?”

“Yeah.”

“Gunner,” Traeger said seriously through the door. “I want to see you in them. I know how you hate to disappoint me. I’m very disappointed right now. Do you want me to get angry with you?”

“NO!” Gunner’s answer came instantly.

“I’m through being nice you little prick. Open. The. Damn. Door. Or I’m leaving.”

The doorknob turned and the door opened. Traeger’s jaw dropped. The beautiful, mountain of muscle stood before him wearing nothing, but a pair of blue silk panties and it was glorious. Gunner stood with his eyes looking down. His face, neck, shoulders and chest were flushed red.

“You look amazing,” Traeger said softly.

Gunner looked up at him. “No, I don’t,” he said, embarrassed. Then he saw Gunner’s reaction, the smile. “You really like it?”

“Gunner, I love it. Do you know how happy you’ve made me?”

“You are?”

“Yes. You’ve made me so proud of you. You look so sexy, sultry. They look so perfect on you. Like they were made for you.”

Gunner’s heart fluttered. Hearing Traeger tell him how happy he was made Gunner happy.

Traeger stepped up to Gunner and ran his hand over the kid’s silk covered cock. Gunner moaned. The man pulled the kid down and kissed him. Gunner’s cock stiffened, stretching out the stretchy material.

“Who are you Gunner?” Traeger whispered before giving him another kiss.

“I’m your pretty boy,” Gunner told him with a shy smile.

“I missed you today,” Traeger smiled.

“I missed you too. I think about you all day,” Gunner confessed.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Did you think about me inside you?”

Gunner swallowed. “Yes. Fuck, yeah I did.”

“Good boy,” Traeger said as he reached around and cupped the muscle boy’s ass. “Mmm, these feel so good on your ass. So soft, so smooth.”

“Uh huh,” Gunner moaned.

“Would you like me to fuck you, pretty boy?”

“Yes, fuck me,” Gunner pleaded as he began to push down the panties.

“NO! No, no. Leave them on,” Traeger commanded.

Gunner looked confused and pulled them back up. “Leave them on?”

“Yes, Gunner. Leave them on. I’m going to fuck you while you wear them.” Traeger started stripping.

Gunner became nervous again. “Wait. I thought you just wanted to see me wearing them. I didn’t think….”

“I told you not to think!” Traeger grabbed him by the chin. “Your job is to look pretty! Got it? Gunner?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry,” Gunner apologized. He remembered a time when he would never dream of backing down from an insult.

Traeger was naked. He pushed Gunner back forcefully onto the bed. He climbed on top of the kid. He loved the feel of the boy’s hard muscular body under him. He loved the power he had over the muscle beast.

He looked down at Gunner. “What did we talk about before?”

“Um…to never question you?”

“That’s right. And what were you just doing?”

“Uh…questioning you?”

“That’s right. So, if I told you to wear panties every fucking day for the rest of your life, what are you going to do?”

“Where panties every day for the rest of my life.”

“Good boy.”

Traeger crawled off Gunner and lay by his side. He reached down with one hand, moved the crotch of the panties to one side and inserted a finger in the kid’s hole which made Gunner jolt.

“My pretty boy loves to get fingered, doesn’t he?”

“Uh huh,” Gunner answered, breathing deep and stretching out his legs.

“I know he does. I love fingering him too,” he cooed into Gunner’s ear. Traeger was using two fingers now and was banging the hole fast and hard making Gunner twist and turn in pleasure.

“I love to finger your pussy,” Traeger growled.

Gunner’s eyes opened wide not believing what he just heard.

Traeger watched his reaction and growled again, “That’s right, pretty boy. Fingering your tight pussy.”

“No,” Gunner panted. “Not a pussy.”

“Oh, baby. My big muscle boy, wearing panties. Your pussy is wet for your man.”

“No! Traeger, no. Not a pussy.”

Traeger slide his fingers out. He climbed between the muscle boy’s muscular legs, spread them and aimed his cock at the hole. Holding the fabric aside, he broke through the tight hole and slid all the way in.

Gunner howled in surprise and pleasure. Traeger wasted no time in pounding that hole. He held out Gunner’s legs as he thrust stroke after stroke into the hot ass. Gunner’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth hanging open. The boy was in heaven.

“You like the panties I bought for you?” Traeger sneered. “Big pretty boy likes the girly panties?”

Gunner focused his eyes back on Traeger’s face. He watched the muscle god fuck him, his muscles flexing, his face dark and angry. He loved seeing his man like this. He never wanted him to stop.

“Are you wearing panties right now?” Traeger asked him through grunts.

“Yes!” Gunner called out.

“And are you getting fucked while wearing panties?”

“Yes!”

“Then that means you have a pussy.”

Gunner looked at him, pleading with his eyes but he knew Traeger was going to to win. He knew the man was a god.

“Am I fucking your pussy?”

Gunner slowly nodded his head. Not good enough for Traeger.

“AM I FUCKING YOUR PUSSY, GUNNER?” Traeger asked with dominant authority.

“YES! Yes, you’re fucking my pussy!” Gunner relented. He would say anything the man wanted him to.

“You’re going to wear panties for me every day. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. My pretty boy, wearing panties for his man.”

Gunner was willing to do anything. Anything at all to please the older man. “Yes. Traeger, anything for you.”

“I know. I’m going to breed your jock cunt now.”

“Yes, please! Full me up, Sir!”

Traeger filled the athlete’s hole with globs and globs of cum. Gunner’s panties were soaking from the cum he shot inside them.

“Good boy, pretty boy.”

“Fuck, Traeger! Fuck!” Gunner said loudly. “That was the best yet.”

Traeger chuckled. “It was. And that’s just the beginning.”

“So, seeing me in panties really gets you off, doesn’t it?

“You have no idea, pretty boy.”

“Then I guess I need to go shopping.”

“Don’t worry. I took care of that.”

It turned into a daily thing, Gunner wearing lacey panties during sex, and under his clothes in public. Soon, Gunner was going so far as to pick out his own panties that, with everything else, Traeger gladly paid for. Gunner found he loved the sensation of feeling feminine when Traeger fucked him, the fuck talk was hot too. It turned him on to know his hulking body was being used for the pleasure of another masculine man. And it turned him on that Traeger liked Gunner thinking of him as feminine when they had sex.

Traeger had him wear stockings, fishnet and nylon. Gunner was a big fan. The dominate man had the kid get his body waxed smooth. Gunner was hesitant but then liked the way the stockings felt against his smooth, hard, muscular legs. After much experimentation with stockings, nylons, corsets and more panties, Traeger bought him a pair of black satin stilettos. Traeger didn’t think he would like them until he tried them on and saw the way they made his calves bulge and his quads flex, and his ass stick out.

Now, it was time for everything to come together. For their three-month anniversary since they met, Traeger gave Gunner specific instructions for that night. He bought Gunner a whole complete outfit and makeup for the built, muscular football player. It was time for Gunner to show his devotion and loyalty.

Which all brought them to this moment in the present.

The Present

Traeger walked up to the tall, powerful, muscled athlete. Gunner’s eyes looking at the floor. Even though he was turned on, he still felt embarrassed.

“Look at me,” Traeger ordered. Gunner’s eyes snapped to attention.

“My big football boy, so pretty tonight,” Traeger said as he reached up high and stroked Gunner’s stubbled jaw.

“Thank you, Sir,” Gunner answered like he was supposed to.

“You feel pretty, Gunner?” Traeger asked now holding the boy’s chin.

“Yes, Sir. I feel very pretty.”

“You feel slutty, Gunner?”

Traeger swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’re making Sir very happy,” Traeger told him. He reached up and pulled the hunk’s head down to meet him in a kiss. He tasted the lipstick on on the boy’s soft lips.

“Do you like the outfit I got you,” Traeger asked him between small kisses.

Gunner moaned from the kiss. “Yes, Sir. It’s sexy.”

“I’m happy you have grown to appreciate my generosity and opened up to the lifestyle I’ve worked so hard to get you to accept. I think you are happy too.”

Gunner felt his heart skip.

“I am very happy,” Gunner said, finally smiling.

“Good boy. My big, pretty girl.”

Traeger reached around and cupped Gunner’s ample ass, feeling the netting stretched over his cheeks. His finger traveled under his panties to the tight hole and pressed his fingertip in. Gunner tightened and flinched at the intrusion.

“Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours, Sir.”

Traeger slid in past the first knuckle. Gunner gasped.

“Whose else’s?”

“No one, Sir,” Gunner gritted his teeth as he was fingered.

“Exactly. Your cunt will always belong to me unless I decide otherwise.”

“Of course,” Gunner assured him.

Then Traeger grinned and evil grin. “I do have to admit, though, you would look incredible spreading your stilettoes for another man…for me.”

Gunner’s heart fluttered again. The thought of being fucked by multiple men or being pimped out, intrigued him. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now. But the last three-months have shown him that this is who he was, an athlete, an alpha, a powerhouse of muscle, who loved to feel feminine when with a man. Maybe Traeger wasn’t the only man who would accept him the way he is right now.

“Because you love me and you’d do anything for me,” Traeger reminded him.

“Anything,” Gunner answered sincerely.

“Flex,” Traeger ordered.

Gunner raised both arms and flexed his biceps. They were huge and ripped. Traeger watched and was still amazed at the size of Gunner’s arms. The fishnet tank top was straining to fit over his enormous traps. When he raised his arms to flex, the tank top raised exposing more flawless torso.

“Sexy,” Traeger said before nibbling on Gunner’s nipple that was at his eye level, sticking out through the mesh. Gunner closed his eyes and moaned.

Traeger then stood back and slowly, seductively removed his clothing. Gunner watched as the shorter man’s tight, ripped muscular body was revealed. His big, whopping 10” cock snapped to attention when he took off his spandex briefs. Gunner loved Traeger’s body. It was so fit, so masculine, so proportioned. He loved to see the shorter man dominate him and loved to watch Traeger’s face when he would fuck him. The way Traeger mounted his big bulky body and took control was very satisfying.

Traeger couldn’t take his eyes off the muscular pretty-boy. The football player dressed like a whore waiting to be paid for the use of her body. He loved the way the man stood in the fuck-me heels, his legs even sexier, if that could even happen. He couldn’t wait to see them up in the air.

“Look at you. All done up like a whore. Sexy, muscular man-slut.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your man-slut. Your muscle-sissy. I love you,” Gunner said quietly. He had no problem telling the man he loved him even if he never heard it back.

Traeger got excited every time Gunner confessed his love. He turned a big cocky stud into a love-sick muscle girl.

“Are you my girl?”

Gunner hesitated only for a split second. “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, what?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your girl.”

“Good girl, now, suck my cock,” Traeger ordered the bigger man.

Gunner slowly lowered himself to his knees which was difficult while wearing the heels. He took the huge cock in his mouth and swallowed. Traeger rans his fingers through his cocksucker’s hair. Gunner had come a long way in three months, his cocksucking technique improving each time. He was now able to deep throat. His gagging was happening less. He developed a taste for Traeger’s cum.

Gunner loved sucking his man off. He truly felt like a slut dressed the way he was, taking care of his man’s needs. Sucking cock was always something he had been curious about. He hated it at first but grew to enjoy it. He loved the humiliation of being made to suck cock.

Traeger watched the pretty jock sucking him off. The red painted lips devouring his cock. His beautiful eyes made more vibrant with eyeliner looked up at him in appreciation for being able to suck his cock.

The feminine hulk of muscle brought him to climax which Gunner gladly swallowed.

“Stand,” Traeger ordered.

Gunner stood, wiping cum off his lips with the back of his hand. They kissed again. He was taken by surprise when Traeger pushed him back on the bed. Traeger crawled like a lion about to pounce on its prey. He crawled up between the long muscular legs which instantly spread to accommodate him. He lay flat on top of Gunner, kissing his chest, his throat and then his lips. They made out for a very long time, Traeger grinding his cock against Gunner’s.

He sat up and moved back between Gunner’s spread legs. He sat on his knees and reached under the football player’s balls and found his smooth, soft hole. He played with it which made Gunner crazy.

Traeger wanted to taste his submissive’s pussy hole. He reached under Gunner’s thighs and lifted the heavy legs into the hair and pushed his knees back to his chest exposing the upturned ass and granting access to Gunner’s cunt. He dove in face first, sucking and licking, penetrating with his tongue.

He raised his head and told Gunner with a growl, “Sweet pussy.”

Gunner moaned his pleasure. This made Traeger happy, this brawny man was enjoying having his ass-pussy eaten out.

Gunner laid back, writhing and squirming at the sensation of having his hole eaten. He looked up to see his stockinged legs pressed down on his chest, his stilettos pointing back, the spiked heel pointing to the ceiling. He felt the back garter straps over his hamstrings stretching to their limits from keeping his thigh highs in place. God, this was humiliating he thought but at the same time, liberating and he knew he was pleasuring his man.

Traeger finished his meal and inserted a thick finger into the exposed cunt. He let Gunner’s legs fall. He fingered the man while he watched his eyes roll back.

Gunner held his hands over his eyes, moaning at the intense pleasure of his man grazing his prostate. He ran his hands back over his hair and then watched another man finger him like he’d done to women.

He found himself pleading, “Finger my pussy, Sir. Feels so good.” His deep voice was sultry.

Traeger grinned and sped up his pace. “You like that, baby? You like getting you cunt fingered?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Gunner answered, breathless.

“Gunner, you’re finally who you should be.” Traeger took a bottle of lube that was laying on the bed, lubed up his fingers so he could prepare Gunner for fucking. “If you could see yourself, Gunner. A big, brawny, football player, on your back, getting treated like a woman, and you love it, you sick fuck.”

Gunner heard the words and winced. In any other circumstance, he would have beat the shit out of a guy for speaking to him like that. But with Traeger, the humiliation and degradation were worth it.

Traeger lubed his cock, lifted Gunner’s legs and placed the kid’s ankles on his shoulders. He leaned forward as his cock found its target and he slid in with tight resistance.

Gunner gasped at the intrusion, something he was supposed to have gotten used to but his heavy squats, and grueling workouts made his ass and legs tight and hard. His hole always resisted.

Traeger leaned forward some more and thrust down into the straining chute. Gunner winced again and then opened his eyes wide at the sudden intense pleasure of being filled but the hunk on top of him.

“Your pussy is so wet for me, baby,” Traeger whispered. “It’s sucking my cock up into your gut.”

Gunner could feel the immense girth plowing through his ass. Traeger picked up his pace, his thrusts were hard and deliberate making Gunner grunt with each contact. Gunner again looked up and saw his muscular calves, covered in fishnet, resting on Traeger’s shoulders. This time the toes of his shoes point up.

“God, I love your cock inside my cunt,” Gunner groaned.

“I know you do, sweetie,” Traeger said, smiling at the submissiveness of the large man under him. “You’re doing so well.”

Traeger leaned back, grasping each ankle that was on his shoulders.

“Spread your legs, Gunner,” he told the man. He called him by is name, making sure he understood he, Gunner, was a man getting dominated and feminized by another man. He wanted Gunner to spread his legs on his own to show him what a slutty girl he had become.

Gunner spread his legs. He admired his ripped muscular quads as he flexed his toes out. The stockings and heels were sexy as fuck.

“Wider, Gunner. Spread your whore legs wider.” Traeger ordered. He pressed down on Gunner’s thighs spreading his legs down to the mattress. “I knew you could do it, Gunner. You’re a whore for my cock. This is what whores do. They spread their legs for their man.”

Gunner nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Gunner. Your strong, powerful body, flexing, straining to accommodate me. You should see yourself, pumped up athlete, alpha male, on your back, your tree-trunk legs spread, your cunt taking another man’s cock. So, fucking hot and so fucking pathetic.”

Gunner had a rush of adrenaline hearing those words. So, humiliating yet so hot. He loved this. For once in his life, he was giving control away. He was using his body to pleasure another man. He loved the emotions that came along with being with a man like Traeger. He loved the man. He loved him with all his heart.

“Good girl, Gunner,” Traeger whispered. “Daddy’s going to breed your pussy. You want that, baby girl? You want daddy to breed your muscle cunt?”

“Yes, daddy!” Gunner yelled out. His deep, baritone voice calling another man daddy was odd and yet strangely erotic. He didn’t say it like a twink or a woman. He said it like a man. “Breed me, daddy.”

“It’s coming, Gunner!” Traeger tensed up, thrust in hard and released his load into the tight, sweet cunt. “Take it, Gunner. Take my boys into your gut.”

“Knock me up, Traeger!” Gunner was so consumed; he called his man by his name and not Sir. He wanted Traeger to know this was Gunner, not some character, pleading for his load.

“Yeah, Gunner! My football player baby mama!”

“I love you, Traeger! I love you so much! So much!”

Traeger heard his words and knew they were true. Maybe someday he could say the words back but for now, Gunner was just his latest conquest.

Traeger released Gunner’s legs, took the kid’s cock and stroked it hard. Traeger’s stockinged legs floated in the air, his hands at his ankles hold them in place. His eyes rolled back into his head while his cock exploded globules of hot, sticky cum all over himself.

“Good girl, Gunner. Cum for your man.”

Gunner convulsed as he came down from his high, his legs falling to the mattress and then wrapping themselves around Traeger’s waist.

Traeger’s cock still inside him, he kissed Gunner passionately. He knew Gunner was the cream of the crop, his best conquest yet. His trophy boy. Too bad his trophy boy would probably become a football celebrity and would have to be on the DL or he would show him off. He still had some time to have more fun with the boy. He planned to take full advantage.

Gunner felt full. He wanted Traeger’s cum to seep into his system, to fertilize him, to become a part of him. He would always have a part of
Traeger with him.

Traeger pulled out of the sexy kid. He kissed his boy again.

“Fuck, Gunner. You’re a fucking god.”

Gunner smiled. “You’re the god, Traeger. Look what you did to me. I’m a fucking slut for you. I don’t care if you don’t love me, but I love you. I always have.”

Traeger smiled and dismounted. “Come on, pretty boy. Let’s shower up. I’m not done with that football pussy.”

Now Boarding

They boarded the plane and were greeted by none other than Patrick.  Patrick explained he had switched his flights and would be their flight attendant to Houston, and then would be their traveling companion.  Patrick smiled at Leo. Thomas noticed a spark between the two. 

Patrick said he couldn’t get them all in first class, but drinks would be taken care of.  However, he did have a surprise once they reached Houston.  They all took their seats and they were on their way to Australia.   

The flight seemed to go quickly and Patrick kept the drinks coming.  The guys were pretty loaded when they arrived in Houston.  They all staggered to their next gate and Patrick announced a friend in reservations moved a few things around and everyone had been bumped to Business Class on their flight!  The guys were ecstatic and were all looking forward to the fully reclining seats on their overnight flight for more reasons than sleep!

When they boarded everyone paired off and Thomas noticed Patrick and Leo took seats together.  Thomas smiled and was glad Leo and Patrick were together.  The plane pulled away from the gate and they all cheered as they lifted off.  Sean had his hand on Thomas’ crotch the entire take off, and didn’t remove it even when the handsome flight attendant, Devin, brought them their first round of drinks.  Devin grinned and returned with a blanket.  “Not that I mind,” he said.  “But just in case you need more privacy.”

The boys enjoyed their flight and dinner was soon served.  The airline had Sommeliers and they suggested some incredible wines to complement the dinners.  Devin invited them to the bar area and they all enjoyed some martinis.  This was not what Thomas and Sean were used to.  This was a very fancy plane!  The boys enjoyed a few drinks and all agreed sleep was needed.  They all headed back to their seats and settled in for the night.  

The lights were dimmed in the cabin and Thomas reached over and took Sean’s hand.  “Time to make our mile high club go international.”  Sean smiled and leaned over.  Thomas pulled his dick out of his shorts and Sean took it in his mouth.  Sean was bobbing up and down on Thomas and Thomas could feel his orgasm rising from his balls.  Sean pulled off and gave Thomas a kiss and whispered, “Looks like we have some company.”  Thomas looked back and Devin was crouched down in their pod watching Sean’s blowjob skills.  

Sean told Devin if he was going to be down there he might as well be useful and pulled his dick out for Devin to suck.  It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but Sean and Thomas both released their loads moments later.  Devin stood to leave but Sean stood up and switched places with him quickly returning the blowjob and swallowing his load.  Devin pulled himself back together and told the boys to have sweet dreams.

When Thomas awoke he had to take a pee, but he had another problem.  How was he going to make it to the restroom with a 13 7/8” erection bulging in his shorts.  He looked around and most people were still sleeping.  He grabbed his blanket and made a quick move to the restroom.  OCCUPIED!  Fuck! He whispered.  A second later Devin opened the door.  He apologized and turned sideways to let Thomas enter.  Devin smiled as he felt Thomas erection rub him as he went by.  Thomas turned and flashed Devin as he closed the door.

Thomas returned to his seat as Sean was waking up.  He smiled at Thomas and said he needed to pee.  Thomas smiled and told him to be sure to say hi to Devin.  Thomas walked back to say good morning to the rest of the guys.  Each guy had the same problem.  Devin hadn’t moved from his spot and each guy made sure they said good morning with a flash of their morning boners.

The rest of the flight they all watched movies and Devin made sure the group received his undivided attention.  Thomas noticed Alex and Larry returning from Devin’s work station with smiles on their faces.  Then a while later Steve and Cal did the same thing.  Sure enough, Leo and Patrick followed.  Devin emerged and brought Sean and Thomas a round of drinks.  “I really like your friends.”  Sean and Thomas smiled.  “From the smiles on their faces, they really like you too!”

The fasten seatbelt sign turned on and the pilot announced they were on their final descent into Sydney and for the flight attendants to prepare for landing. Devin said that was his cue and thanked the men for flying with him. He truly enjoyed eating each one of them.  Thomas felt left out as the only one who didn’t receive a blowjob from him.

But then Thomas started getting excited, nervous, nauseous, panicked, more nervous and nauseous than excited.  He couldn’t wait to see Erik and he felt guilty for feeling this way with Sean sitting next to him.  Sean could sense Thomas’ nerves and reached out and held his hand.  Thomas looked at him and Sean told him it was ok.  “I am sure Erik is just as excited to see you.”  Thomas relaxed a little and the plane touched down.

The guys all deplaned and got through immigration and customs in about 45 minutes.  They walked towards the exit.  Thomas saw him first.  His man.  His first.  The group approached and hugs were given. Thomas stepped up and Erik opened his arms.  The two hugged so tightly the others were surprised they could breath.  The hug went on a bit too long and then they detached from each other and they were both teary eyed. Erik told the guys to follow him and they exited the airport to find 4 vehicles with 4 men waving their hands.  The guys piled into the cars and they were off.

They arrived at World Tower Condos and Erik led them to his and Javier’s condo.  They walked in and Erik showed Sean and Thomas to the guest bedroom.  The rest of the group asked when they could head to the hotel.  Erik smiled and had everyone follow him. They went across the hall and Erik opened the door to a different unit.  He explained that his neighbors were on holiday and would be gone for the month and offered their place for the guys to use while they were in town.  So, everyone was able to stay close by instead of at a hotel.  This was a three bedroom unit so everyone had their own space.  The guys claimed bedrooms, dropped their stuff and headed back to Erik’s. 

Erik offered them all drinks and they all caught up with how Erik was doing when Javier walked in.  He immediately went over and gave Erik a kiss and took a drink of Erik’s beer.  Javier came over and gave hugs and he let them know that many plans have been made and he hoped they would all enjoy everything.  

Thomas felt so jealous he could taste it.  Javier had Erik all to himself! Sean rubbed his back and Thomas pulled away.  Thomas excused himself and walked into the guestroom.  He sat on the bed and cried.  He was overwhelmed with seeing Erik again. He didn’t realize how much he had missed him.  He heard the door open and was about to say something to Sean, when he saw Javier.  

Javier asked if he could come in.  Thomas nodded.  Javier came in and sat next to Thomas and placed a hand on his thigh.  Javier was his direct, confident self.  “Erik is one lucky man,” he started.  “He has two men who love him dearly.  I think we have the opportunity to show Erik just how much he is loved while you are in town.  I know you two shared something special and I would never want to take that from you,” Javier continued. “Erik and I talked and want you to be with him as much as possible.  I can be involved, or you two can be alone.  It’s up to you.” Thomas sat and looked at Javier.  He had to digest what he had just heard.  “Thomas, Erik loves both of us and we love him.  Let’s enjoy our time together.”  

The door opened and Erik walked in.  “Good grief you two aren’t naked yet,” he said. Thomas didn’t laugh.  He walked up to Erik and kissed him hard.  The two melted together and Thomas was at peace.  Javier walked by to exit and Thomas grabbed his hand.  Thomas pulled him into their embrace and they all kissed.

Thomas went down to his knees and pulled out Javier and Erik’s dicks and began sucking. Both men released their loads quickly.  Thomas stood back up and smiled at Erik.  “Sydney Sauce!” The three kissed some more.  Erik said they should get back to the group.  Thomas wiped his face and the trio returned. Javier told everyone to get ready for a night on the town.  

Thomas walked over to Sean and gave him a hug.  Sean pulled Thomas in for a kiss and as they separated, Sean smiled.  “Mmm cum breath!”  Thomas blushed.  Sean asked if everything was ok.  Thomas nodded.  

The men thought they were ready to head out to the ARQ bar, but then Javier set a large bag on the coffee table.  Tonight is underwear night at the bar.  So, I thought you all should have something new and special to wear.  Erik reached in and found several pairs of matching lace up underwear in rainbow colors.  The men each found a size they thought would work and dropped their pants and underwear, if they were wearing any and put on their new undies.  They all loved how they looked and decided to take a few photos before they redressed.  

Javier explained that it was drag night also!  The boys laughed and shared their experience at the drag club in Florida.  “But after the show the lights get turned down and clothes get shed.  It is quite a skinfest!  Also, while the law says you must wear clothing in the bar, it doesn’t specify how you wear it, so the bold and brave may be wearing their underwear as a hat!”  Sean felt himself drool a bit.

The guys were now officially ready to go and headed to the bar.  The first performers were on stage and did a great performance.  The guys were enjoying the show when the hostess saw Javier and his group.  She mentioned to the crowd that there were some Yanks in the house.  She said we should all come up and say hello to everyone.  A couple drag queens came up next to us and escorted us all on stage.  

The host mentioned that it was underwear night in just a few minutes and asked if the guys were prepared for the event.  We all nodded and gave thumbs up.  She asked the crowd if we should prove it and the crowd went crazy.  Then she said, “On the count of three, why don’t you drop trow and show us the goods?  One….Two…..Three…..” As we dropped our pants, we stood there in a rainbow of underwear.  We all put our hands around each other’s shoulders and wiggled our hips making our packages flop back and forth a bit.  

The hostess applauded our presentation and told the crowd it was time to dim the lights.  She pointed to the back stage and motioned for us to follow her.  She grabbed Javier’s hand, we all followed and ended up in the dressing area.

The hostess pulled off her wig and eyelashes and Javier introduced Oliver.  Oliver shook our hands and then began to remove his gown and under garments.  Oliver told us we could all undress and use the baskets on the far wall to put our clothes etc.  Another performer walked up and started to undress and Javier introduced William.  The guys watched as both these ladies became very handsome men.  As the men fully stripped they fluffed their hairless uncut cocks and then each put on a pair of assless underwear.

Oliver looked over all the men and noticed Thomas’ tattoo.  He nodded to William and they both smiled.  “So, you’re the famous chat room performer.  Which of these other guys is your partner in crime?”  Sean raised his hand.  William reached out and shook Sean’s hand and pulled Sean to him.  “I love your ass,” he whispered in Sean’s ear.  Sean smiled and felt his hole pulse a bit.

“So, may we see it?” Oliver asked.  Thomas unlaced his underwear and pulled out his semi erect dick.  Oliver and William each shook their heads.  Oliver reached out and gave it a few strokes causing it to start its ascent to full mass.  William was standing next to Sean and started rubbing his ass and nodded to Sean’s crotch.  Sean pulled out his now stiff dick and William smiled and slid his hand in the back of Sean’s undies.  

Javier mentioned that the guys would like to head out to the party and it looked like they may need a minute, so they would catch up with them when they finished.  Oliver and William smiled and as the group left Thomas’ cock was enveloped by Oliver and Sean and William were locked in a very passionate kiss while Thomas fingered Sean’s hole.  William turned Sean around and pushed him forward so he was leaning on the makeup table and reached over for a jar of lotion.  He coated his dick and added some more to Sean’s ass.  As he pressed his head against Sean’s entrance Sean slammed back and took William’s dick to the base in one motion.  “Fuck me,” Sean groaned.  William grabbed a hold of Sean’s hips and began thrusting in and out of him.  Thomas watched as Oliver worked his dick.  He had pulled his dick out and was jacking off as he throated as much of Thomas as he could.  The fucking sounds increased and William unloaded into Sean a few thrusts later.  Thomas felt Oliver increase his suction and used both hands to jack him off and then let the first spurts of his load enter Oliver’s mouth.  Oliver pulled away and the next shots of cum coated his face.  Oliver stood and stepped over to William who was pulling out of Sean and kissed him and shared the load he received and let William lick his face clean.  “Welcome to the ARQ” boys, Oliver said.

They all headed out to the dance floor and saw the sea of near naked male bodies, sweaty and dancing.  This was on the verge of a very large orgy!  They found the others and spent the next couple hours dancing, drinking and groping.  Thomas found Erik and Javier and started dancing with them.  Erik was in the middle and Thomas pulled Javi close as they made an Erik Sandwich.  Thomas kissed Javi as they ground themselves into Erik. Their sweaty bodies slid over each other and they were unaware of the watchful crowd around them.

The guys finally decided it was time to head back to the condo.  Sean and Thomas collapsed in their bed and talked about how awesome their first day in Australia was and how they were looking forward to their stay.  They snuggled together and Thomas became restless. He started tossing and turning.  Sean mumbled, go!  Thomas leaped out of bed and ran to Erik and Javier’s room.  He tapped on the door and walked in.  Thomas could see the men snuggled together and slid in next to Erik.  Erik rolled over and pulled Thomas into his body.  Thomas whispered, “I love you.”  Erik squeezed him and said he loved him too. Thomas lifted his head.  “I love you too Javi.”  Javi smiled and blew Thomas a kiss.  

Erik woke Thomas with a deep blowjob and Thomas groaned with pleasure.  Thomas looked for Javier, and asked Erik where he was.  Erik explained that Javi would need to work during the week, but planned on getting out early several days.  “It’s just us.”  Erik slid his hands up and pinched Thomas’s nipples.  Thomas growled and slammed Erik onto his back and fucked him hard! When Erik and Thomas exited the bedroom the other guys applauded the performance and said it sounded like someone was being attacked by a bear!  Erik rubbed his ass and Thomas smiled.  

The boys had coffee and bagels and Erik explained they would be heading to the botanical gardens.  It was supposed to be sunny, but the high would stay in the 50s so they should bring a jacket.  The boys drew a lot of attention as none were afraid of public displays of affection.  After a few hours Erik took them to a local gay friendly restaurant for lunch.  They all loved feeling so at home and welcomed.

Thomas made sure he was between Sean and Erik and held both of their hands.  Thomas tried hard, but Sean sensed a disconnect.  They walked around town and shopped in some local shops picking up gifts for family and friends.  Erik said Javier had made dinner arrangements with a coworker at their place.  Apparently, he was a pretty well known chef in the area and was having a gathering at his house.

When the group arrived at Javier’s friends they found out that it was more of a party than an intimate dinner.  Total there were about 20 people, with a good mix of age and race.  The men all had ideas for places the ‘Yanks’ should visit.  After an amazing dinner Javier commented that he thought the evening should progress to the Sydney Sauna.  The men all became very animated and said that could be fun.  One man said he would call Tommy and let them know a group was on their way. 

The men loaded up in multiple cars and headed to the sauna.  When they arrived two men ran in and came back out with a handful of wristbands.  They were handed out and the group entered and walked straight into the change room.  They all stripped and the Aussie group immediately took notice of Thomas’ swinging dick.  The Aussies showed the Yanks around and found the club to be fairly busy.  The group headed for the bar and had a couple shots, then walked into the play room. Thomas and Sean were wide eyed with the amount of slings and sex equipment in the room.  This was going to be a new experience for the boys.

Erik came up and asked if they were ok.  Sean nodded and grabbed his erect dick.  “I want more,” he said.  Sean didn’t hesitate as he saw three well endowed men laying on their backs on a large table rimming other men.  Sean walked over and climbed on top of the man and started bouncing up and down on his cock. He then moved to the next guy and then the next.  He fucked each cock and sucked the men in front of him as he did.   After a few bounces Sean was rewarded with multiple loads in his mouth and ass.

Thomas was enjoying a line of men sucking his cock while he watched Sean fucking and sucking.  One after another tried to deep throat him.  But none were successful.  Suddenly the men stepped aside as another man walked up to Thomas.  He was mid 30s 5’7 195 of beefy muscle and swinging a baseball bat between his legs.  He stood in front of Thomas and they both reached out and took the other’s cocks in hands.  Thomas introduced himself and the man said his name was Paul.  Paul saw Thomas’ tattoo and smiled when he said, “You win!  Paul dropped to his knees and sucked Thomas’ dick and took a lot of it in his throat.  

Thomas pulled Paul up and switched places with him.  Thomas dropped to his knees and started sucking.  He had soaked Paul’s cock and pulled off and then pushed the head of his cock into his mouth and down his throat until he was balls deep on Paul’s cock.  The crowd around them went crazy.  Paul’s hand grabbed Thomas’ head, he pulled back and thrust his dick in and out of Thomas’ throat  burying it deep in Thomas’ throat. 

Sean tapped Thomas on his shoulder and Thomas stood as Sean dropped to his knees and started sucking both cocks deep throating both one by one.  He pushed Thomas back towards a couch and mounted him as Thomas fell back.  Sean looked at Paul and said “More”.  Sean pressed against Thomas and raised his dick filled ass to Paul.  Paul stepped up and began pushing his cock into Sean’s ass. Sean moaned loudly as he felt Paul sliding in his ass next to Thomas’ dick.  Sean groaned and whispered in Thomas’ ear.  “Mmmm, this is more!”  Thomas and Paul began thrusting into Sean’s gaping hole.  Thomas looked up at Paul and said he was close.  Paul nodded and together they both climaxed in Sean’s ass.  Paul pulled out and Sean stood up and felt their loads running down his legs.  Thomas stood and he and Paul walked Sean to the shower area to rinse off.  

The boys finished rinsing off and then moved on to another area and found Javier fucking Erik.  Thomas tensed, and pulled Sean away and found a group of men standing around a mat that had two men fisting a third.  Sean pushed between a couple men to get a better view.  

Sean watched and caught the eye of the man fisting.  The man focused on Sean and then nodded to his friend and then back to Sean.  The second man crawled over and held his hand out to Sean.  Thomas was standing behind Sean and gently pushed him towards the man.  

Sean stepped onto the mat and took his place next to the other man on his hands and knees.  He looked at the man and they began kissing.  Thomas watched as the second man grabbed a glove and dipped his hand in a bucket of a gooey lube.  He started playing with Sean’s ass and pressed a couple fingers inside.  Sean raised up a bit, but was pushed back down and his ass smacked.

The man pressed his fingers together and pressed them all into Sean’s ass.  He was slow and deliberate as he pressed forward.  A couple seconds later his hand was inside Sean.  Thomas watched as Sean’s ass opened up and allowed the man’s fist entered and withdrew from him multiple times.  

Sean tuned his head and Thomas saw him say something.  The man fisting him removed his hand and wiped Sean’s ass clean.  Sean crawled back to the edge of the mat and Thomas lifted him up and pulled him in for a sensual kiss. The boys left the game room and found the pool and hot tub.  They crawled in and Sean allowed the warm water to sooth his ass.

The guys spent several hours at the club and then all ended up in the hot tub.  They all agreed another visit to the sauna was definitely required.  They all got out of the pool and headed back to their homes and a very relaxed night’s sleep. Sean rolled over in the middle of the night and found himself alone.  He walked across the condo and looked in Erik’s bedroom. The three men were wrapped together in each other’s arms.  Sean smiled as a tear rolled down his face.

The next two weeks were a whirlwind of sight seeing, sex and more sex.  Thomas, Javier and Erik became an inseparable trio.  Thomas tried to include Sean, but it wasn’t the same.  Sean even joined the trio during sexual encounters, but never felt part of the group. He ended up pairing up with the other guys a couple nights and was fucked by them all.

The morning finally arrived and guys were all packed and ready to head to the airport.  Javier arranged a shuttle van to drive the group to the airport.  The men all loaded their luggage and Thomas was the last to enter the van.  Thomas tried his best to hold back his tears and looked at Sean.  Sean put his arm around Thomas and pulled him in for a hug.

Sean whispered in Thomas’ ear.  “I love your dick, but they love you.  Go!”  Thomas’ eyes opened wide and looked outside at Javier and Erik.  He turned back to Sean and kissed him. The driver put the van in gear and Thomas yelled, “Stop!”  The rest of the guys, unsure of what was happening, started asking what was going on.  Thomas opened the van and jumped out of the van.  He froze as he looked at Javier and Erik.  Erik stepped away from Javi and opened his arms.  Thomas ran back to Erik and jumped into his arms.  Javier opened the back of the van and pulled out Thomas’ suitcase and then waved at the driver. The van pulled away and Thomas saw Sean smile and blew Thomas a kiss.

What happens next…  

Sean – became a regular at BDC meetings, decided to take his mask off online and went back to Austin and made a porn movie and a dildo and model of his ass.  College was paid for, plus some!  He and Thomas kept in touch and still got checks from their chat room.

Travis and Lisa – Got married.  Nolen was the best man and Carrie the Maid of Honor.  Travis was working for a large engineering firm.  He had an assistant who loved working late 3-4 times a week.  Lisa is a personal trainer for a women’s only gym.

Aaron and Vic – Break up.  Aaron didn’t like the idea of an open relationship.  Vic got a very good job as an assistant and loved working late. Aaron graduated and hadn’t been heard from since.

Nolen and Carrie – still going strong. Carrie became a sex therapist.  Nolen volunteered to be a nude model for the art school.  

Amber and Sarah – Owned a women’s only gym.

Leo – Sugar Daddy for Patrick.  They travel quite a bit.

Mike and Mark – New venture in Dallas, TX

Steve and Cal – Working with Mike and Mark on their new venture in Dallas, TX

Austin – receives award for best dildo.  Top sales. Still sending checks to Thomas.

James and Jr. – still running the boat and BDC.  New members still cumming. 

Alex and Larry – Loving the lake life!

Thomas, Erik and Javier – Thomas finished his degree and worked as marketing director for a restaurant marketing company.  Erik volunteered at a gay youth shelter mentoring teens.  Javi was moving up in his sales position and there was talk about a big promotion.

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I was never really attracted to my neighbour growing up until I saw him in his swim shorts for the first time when I was 19 years old. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was the anticipation of what was about to happen that night we met in the darkness of his backyard in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was his strong libido touching me with his eyes for the first time, that I noticed anyways.

I had a close relationship with him growing up. He has driven me places, been over for drinks at my house growing up with my parents, and I have helped him with yard work in the past. He’s a former sharpshooter for the SWAT team, now retired. I thought he was gone camping for a few days when I was returning home from a night of partying. I was super horny and didn’t want the night to end just yet. I needed to relax and enjoy myself somehow. In my intoxication, I walked into my neighbors backyard instead of going home, and got naked to soak in the hot tub on the deck. I was almost falling asleep with my arms stretched out, imagining tight asses and hard cocks, so my dick was solid in the bubbling water. I was thrusting an imaginary ass when I heard a sliding door open behind me and the outdoor lights turned on. It was my neighbor. I turned around, surprised that I was caught in his hot tub bare naked.

He greeted me kindly by my name, wearing a pair of yellow swim trunks. I was nervous and embarrassed so I immediately apologized and said I thought he was camping and that I never did this before. He said not to worry about it and offered a wine cooler which I accepted. But he didn’t step closer to hand it to me. Instead he reached out for me to take it out of arms reach, meaning I had to step out of the hot tub to reveal my nudity at this point.

I hesitated.

He winked.

I was looking at his slightly hairy chest and belly, his salt and pepper beard, and gleaming brown eyes. And my thought just ended when our eyes met. I stood up and out of the water and could feel my schlong bouncing as I did so. He nodded, smirking as I took the cooler from his hand and cracked it open. We tapped our drinks together, announcing “cheers” before sipping. 

Meanwhile my eight and a half inches were exposed for the very first time to my neighbor of thirteen years. “Let’s get wet.” he said and we got in the tub together but not before he took off his yellow shorts. I stared eager to see what was underneath. His cock was thick, cut, shaved, and semi-hard. His bottom looked tight and good enough to eat.

We talked about work, school, the past, and more for a short while. I never seen him in the light I was seeing him in now. He looked handsome and I wanted to kiss and touch him. I started stroking my dick while he was talking and he moved closer to sit right next to me. He said something about being glad that I came over. Even though I was uninvited, I was welcome, he said, anytime. He told me how remarkable my growth has been over the years and how he was honored to have me as company at that moment. I felt his hand rest on my thigh. We were silent for a moment, then he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, got as close as he could next to me, and we leaned in to each other to kiss intimately. His tongue was like a spade digging for treasure in my mouth. I was jerking myself and on the verge of having an orgasm but I didn’t want it to end quite yet, so I switched my hand to feel his cock for the first time. I was amazed by his girth, the size of his balls, and the length of his shaft. I felt it bulging in my hand and I was enticed by his moans as he held me so close in his arms. 

When we stopped kissing, I felt the contours of his body and he stroked me fast. I told him that I was close and really excited. He growled, put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around. Then he pressed his body against me from behind and I felt his big dick between my thighs. I squeezed my thighs tight together and he began to thrust back and forth. 

I remember while he was doing this, I said “Oh my god, I never thought you’d be so big….” and I begged for his cum. He asked me where I want it. I didn’t answer because I wanted it everywhere all the time.  I got out at this point and asked if we could go to his bedroom. I went down on him and could feel my bottom was even eager to meet his dick. The tightness in my bottom loosened up for him while I sucked and I climbed right on top of it. It was a perfect fit. He fucked me hard in multiple positions. My dick was hard as steel the whole time and eventually my nut busted, hands free, while he was fucking me from the perfect angle. He smeared the cum off my belly, pulled out, and stuck it inside me before he went back to fucking me with his cock. His stamina was incredible and he kissed me passionately. Finally, he had an orgasm deep in my hole. It felt so good to have his juice inside of me. We had a very intimate moment as it poured from him into me. When he dick slid out, I turned around and we kissed while I stroked him some more.

That night, I slept in his arms with his soft cock resting between my cheeks. When I woke up, he was snoring and hard as stone again. I rode his cock, careful not to startle him. He woke up within seconds anyways and went on to fuck me a second time that morning. 

Since this happened, I have moved to another city. He continue to hook up with me sometimes. We share a special bond. A couple years ago we went on a camping trip for two weeks and it was such an amazing fuckfest in his trailer, with random dudes we met on our travels, on the road in his truck, and more. We’re in a sort of secret relationship. He helps me out in ways and I help him out in ways. People around us recognize we have gotten closer but no one suspects we share a sexual relationship. It’s pretty awesome and I’m grateful for his friendship. I never thought of him sexually until that night I was being sneaky in his hot tub. But now I have memories with him at the lake, in the city, on the road, at my place, at his place, in the mountains, and across the border. Something on my bucket list is to go with him to a gangbang.