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I just turned 20 and my Dad invited me and my uncle and my grandfather to a friend’s cabin for the long weekend. I thought ok cool get away from the city and spend some time with family. What I didn’t know was I was the flavor of the day. we all arrived at the cabin and unpacked I shared with my uncle and my dad and grandfather shared the other room. we all decided to go swimming and I was told not to wear anything by my uncle he said no one else is. my uncle started to get undress and told me to hurry up so I started to undress and my uncle was naked with a large grin on his face and I said what with the grin he said you just wait. 

we both walked out of the bedroom and my dad and grandfather were naked and with the same grins on their face. All 4 of us walked down to the private beach I was in front and I heard them whispering. we got to the beach and my uncle said to me get yourself on the blanket so I did my uncle grabbed my left leg and my dad grabbed my other leg and my grandfather was rock hard and he said you’re going to be fucked by us 3 this weekend get used to this. my grandfather bent down and got on top of me and forced his cock inside and I screamed out so dam loud. All 3 of them just laughed and said no one will hear your screams. 

my grandfather started to fuck me harder and harder and the pain was intense. I was crying to the pain and my grandfather was fucking and grunting like a pig and said he is about to shoot my dad said shoot inside we will use your cum as lube. my grandfather fucking me nonstop and he pulled out and told me to lick his cock clean. he forces his very large cock into my mouth and fuck my mouth and came again. 

My grandfather was still coming in my mouth my uncle got on top of me and rammed his extra large cock about 11 1/2″ x 6″ thick cock into my already opened cock but he didn’t say anything he just rammed me I scream out fuck you, uncle Steve, he laughed and decided to make it even more painful he flipped me on to my stomach and started to forcefully pound me harder and longer than my grandfather did. I was in so much pain due to the big cocks in me. my dad was standing there laughing and say to me this isn’t anything wait until later this weekend you will feel what pain is. 

My uncle said I’m cumming and he started to fuck me harder and he said I’m coming he started to shoot his large load inside me and he pulled out and said know it’s your dad’s turn my dad said to me you’re going to feel it know. he got on my back and without and effort he rammed my hole with one big thrust he was all way into his very large balls he started to thrust his hips hard into me and said get ready he lifted his hips and slammed down so hard and I lost my breath he did that several times and growing loud and screaming as he is thrusting he said I’m cumming the with one big thrust he rammed me so dam hard and he shoots his load deep inside me. he got up and told me to suck his cock and said stop crying like a dam baby then he slapped my face very hard and said ill give you something to cry about. 

My dad told me to shit all of the cum out and get my hole clean we are having company coming tonight. I did as my Dad told me. he told me to get up to the cabin and there is a surprise there for me. I walked up to the cabin opened the door standing there was this very muscular guy who was naked and very large soft cock told me to get my fucking ass over here and suck my cock you little slut. I did what I was told I struggled to take his massive cock in my mouth so he grabbed the back of my head and forced his massive cock down my throat and I choked on his cock. my dad and uncle and my grandfather walked in and said here are your surprise son. 

This is my business partner mark he is here to continue what we did on the beach. Mark looked at me and said I was told by your dad that I could do as I wish to your hole. Mark then said get into my car I’m taking you to my dungeon and you will be my slut for the weekend. I looked at my dad and said please do not let this happen. my dad said sorry but he paid me money for this. Mark said I bought your hole for the weekend your dad sold your hole for $4500.00 you are mine for the rest of this long weekend so get your fucking ass in my car and shut the fuck up. I got my stuff and got into Marks’s car and started to cry I was afraid I’m going to be raped. 

Mark got in his car and looked at me and said you are my bitch then he grabbed my balls a squeezed them like he was trying to juice them. I started to cry in pain and my dad walked to the car and said I’m coming with you to fuck you as well and watch Mark. Mark started his car and still was squeezing my balls and said I’m not going to stop until we get to my dungeon. my balls were black and blue by the time we arrived. 

I was told to get downstairs I started to cry and asked Mark to stop he looked at me and said you are my I’ll stop when I want to. I arrived in the dungeon and I looked around and saw 20 naked men looking at me like I was their next meal. Mark said these guys are here to fuck you and ill tell them what to do. You won’t be able to stop me or do anything. Mark told me to get the fuck over there on the bed facing down he walked over and tied me up and said go at him, boys. each guy walked up and said you are our hole. one guy didn’t use a condom or lube he just got on top and started to fuck me he didn’t say anything he fucked me until he came inside rest of the guys did the same around 2 hours later Marked walked up and said its know my turn. 

Mark got behind me got on top and rammed his monster cock inside me and started to pound me until I couldn’t take it and scream get the fuck out of me he said shut up you bitch and said you will pay for it. he went as hard as he can and fucked me until I couldn’t breathe anymore and grabbed my through and started to breed me for 12 mins and collapse on top of me and said into my ear this is the start of the weekend be prepared for tomorrow I’m bringing my husband who is a bigger than me we are going to gang fuck you.

Benjie’s Dad Special Friend, Patrick

or

A Loving Tune It Is. Sweet Music.

This is a story about Patrick. When he was younger. He is one of Benjie’s dad’s “special” friends. Patrick is the man talked about in the BENJIE’S DAD story. This story takes place while Patrick was in college and working as an attendant in a convalescent home.

1

“You recognize that song, Patrick?”

There is a little radio on the table between the two. It is turned to a local radio station that plays oldies. The oldies but goodies. Their overused tagline you hear all too often on shows like this.

“Uh. No!” The attendant answers the older man sitting in the rocking chair directly across from him on the spacious front porch.

“Patsy done sung it. It was one of Willie’s songs. He sang it first.”

“She sings it better.” The young man says. “Just like when Whitney sung Dolly’s song.”

“Dolly’s way was much better. She wrote the song.” The older man remarks gruffly.

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“No! Its not!” The older man says like he is right. “It is a fact!”

But Patrick was not going to argue with the old cuss. He had found it useless to do so, so many conversations ago. And this one was headed in that same direction as the previous ones.

“I was listening to that song when I met the love of my life. And I miss him so much.” The older man remarks.

“Wait? What? Miss him so much?” The attendant says puzzled.

But the older man goes mum.

“When? You met ‘him’? Who?’ The younger man questions. “A man was the love of your life?”

The older man nods his head. As a teardrop steadily rolls down the old man’s wrinkled cheek.

“What was his name?” The young man is curious. This is unexpected. And very surprising.

“Robbie.” The old man says. “His name was Robbie. With and ‘ie’ and not a ‘y’”

There is a pause from the old man, another part of the conversation with him that the young man knows he had to contend with. There are always these quiet pauses. It is how he controls the conversation.

“I heard he died last week.” And the man’s face erupts into a cascade of tears. His face goes into his gnarled hands as he tries to cover the grief that has overwhelmed him where he sits in his rocker. Which he had stopped rocking. Until he raises his head and looks directly into the young man’s face.

“We made us some sweet music together, Patrick, when this tune would pop up on the radio. A loving tune it is. Sweet music.”

The young man can hear the joy in the old man’s voice at he remembers. The pride. The reawakening.

“I surprised you. Didn’t I?” The old man continues. “And you know what I mean by sweet music, doncha you?”

“Yes. You made love.” The young man says softly. Tenderly. Gently.

“No! Patrick! We fucked! We fucked! We fucked like two wild bucks out in the wild!” The old man says. “That man had one the biggest cocks of any man I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot’em. I tell ya.”

The young man’s face turns a crimson red at what the old man has openly said. Is suggesting.

“Doncha be getting all embarrassed on me now. I’ve heard the conversations you’ve had with your man on the phone.” The old man says. “What I just said was tame compared to what I have heard you say to him.”

“You heard me?”

“I may be a little slow. Boy. And my hearing may not always get everything that is being said. But I know when I hear a man arguing with someone they love. And boy, do love that man of yours. Doncha?”

Patrick smiles.

“When I met Robbie, he was all sprawled out on some raggedy couch. A big ole gray cat perched on his chest, pawing at all his tiny lil’ chest hairs. Boy, was that one hairy son-of-a-gun. It is what I like, though. Still do, mind you. Running my fingers all through it. It got me hard. Back then. It still would if my cock worked like it usta. But it don’t. It shore don’t.” The old man continues.

“What brought you to see him?”

“I had to get my car repaired. He was a mechanic. An a damned good one. I might add.” The old man tells Patrick. “A friend had told me all about Robbie. No. It was my secretary. She told me all about him.”

“I was smitten with him from the very moment I first laid my eyes on’em.” The old man continues. “I don’t usually go for the dirty ones like him, but Robbie was different. It was magnetic. At least for me it was. It took him a little while to come around. But he did. Times were different then than they are now. You know. It was the early seventies in down south.”

This is more than Patrick ever expected to hear out of the mouth of Old Man Reeves.

“And that song had been playing on the radio. It was crazy. Crazy. I’ll never forget it.” Mr. Reeves says before he drifts off again into the void.

“And what happened next, Mr. Reeves?” Patrick asks. But the old man has slipped back into the deep recesses of his mind. “Mr. Reeves? Mr. Reeves? Mr. Reeves?” But the younger attendant can hear the old man as he gently snores. He is not dead. He is just napping. He has drifted off into sleep.

2

“You Burgess Reeves?” The man says as he stands and lifts the overweight gray cat off his hairy chest. “Fuck! The damned cat done up and scratched me!”

A faint speck of blood comes from the scratch on his chest. The few drops of red liquid tangles itself among the mass of curly hairs that are in flowering in abundance on the man’s chest.

“I prefer Burg.” He says to the shirtless mechanic.

“I am just going by what Miss Karen done up and told me, mister.”

“Well, Karen tends to be more formal than is necessary. So, can you fix it?” Burg Reeves says.

“I’ll have to look at it, first, but I am sure I can. Its your front end and the rear, you say, right?’

“Yes.” Burg can feel the hard-on grow in his slacks. But he swats it down. The damn music is so loud. And it is playing that song he loathes more than anything in this world. Sue likes it, though, his wife. Crazy. It is crazy.

“You got yourself a bathroom in this here establishment?” Burg asks.

“Yep. Keep walking back. Pass all the cars. It does not have a door. Though. You will see the toilet.” The young shirtless mechanic says.

“No door?”

“Nope!” The mechanic says, “It is just me. Don’t need any.”

Burg walks through the maze of cars and equipment and finds the doorless bathroom. He mumbles under his voice. But makes the single step over the threshold.

He throws his tie over his shoulder. And spaces his two leg apart as he is readying for his stance over the toilet.

He fondles the outside of his neatly pressed slacks as he unsnaps them and finds the zipper and unzips. And then he fishes out his cock amongst the hairs around it.

He hears himself let a much-needed sigh when the piss hits the white porcelain bowl.

“Mister. I need the keys.” A voice booms out the blue.

Burg had his eyes closed and is startled by the deep baritone voice of the hairy shirtless man.

“What? What? Who?”

“Mister, I’ll be needing to get your keys if you want me to take a gander at your car.”

Burg can feel the eyes of the young man sweep over him. His cock peeking through the opening of his unzipped fly of his slacks. Burg scrounges through his pockets and finds his car keys. His pants tend to fall from his hips while fidgeting through his pockets. He tosses the keys to the young man and in those instant turns and gives the man the free full view of his dense pubes and his semi-hard cock.

The mechanic smiles as he catches the car keys and the view he is afforded from Burg’s open fly.

“Thanks Mister.”

The mechanic is clad in a dirty pair of jeans. Rips and tears run are all throughout the mechanic’s pants. It looks like they would fall off him were the right string tugged.

By the time Burg emerged from the bathroom his car was up on the only available lift and was towering above both.

The mechanic was under it and peering up at the underbelly of his car.

Burg walks to the man. The shirtless barely clad masculine mechanic.

“You see it?”

“Mister, I just got it up.” The mechanic says. His pants now opened at the waist revealing a hairy nest inside his jeans. This does not go unnoticed by Burg Reeves. But the man quickly averts his eyes away from the mechanic’s display of wares.

“What’s your name, by the way? Karen never told me.” Burg says as the two stands under the uplifted car.

“Robbie. My name is Robbie. Mister.”

Burg extends his hand to the young man and the young man does the same. Each are locked in a fierce grip. And both are greeted with one of equal return. A good sign for both on the character of the other.

“Nice to me you Robbie.’ Burg says.

“Likewise, Burg.” Robbie says. “It shore be an awful hot day. Ain’t it?”

“It is.”

“There is some pop in the fridge or a beer. Your choice. Why doncha go get you one and cop-a-squat out there under the oak tree out the backdoor. I’ll come git you when I get myself a quick looksee of your car, here.” Robbie says. “Okay?”

Burg smiles and heads to the old, rusted fridge in the back corner by the bathroom and grabs one of the beers and heads out the door to the large looming oak tree. Along the way he has loosened his tie and taken it from its tight embrace around his neck. He finds a chair in the shade under the majestic oak and cops-a-squat like Robbie suggested.

He sighs when he sits down and takes that first gulp of the cool liquid across his lips.

It is then he realizes that his cock is throbbing and rock hard in his slacks. He goes to adjust it and lets his hand rest atop it. This is what he saw when he first met Robbie. His hand was cupping his dick in his pants and his hand was wedged underneath as if he had fallen asleep with his hand under his balls while he was also fondling his cock. And the gray cat came up and nuzzled itself on his chest after he had dozed off.

This was the last thoughts he had as he caught himself dozing off in his sleep. He was not sure how long he was out before he heard his name echoing in his head.

“Burg! Burg!” The voice of the young mechanic.

“What? What?” He says as he burst out of his sleep stupor.

“I know what it is that is the matter with your car.”

“What?” Burg asks jarred back to the heat-filled day.

“It is the front end.” Robbie says. “And all you need are two new tires on the rear.”

“So, it isn’t that bad, then?” Burg asks.

“No.” Robbie says. “Do you have someone coming out here to get you? You really should not be driving that car.”

“I’ll have to call my wife.” Burg says. “No. I can’t she is away at some church gathering for a day or two.”

“I can take you home. But it is going to be a while before I can do it.” Robbie explains.

“How long?”

“A coupla hours. Or less. I can’t rightly say how long. Sorry.”

“A couple of hours? Really?” Burg says.

“I am afraid so.” Robbie says. “You look like you are melting, Burg.”

“I feel like it.” Burg says. “I know why you are shirtless now.”

And both men laugh.

“It does get awful hot here in the garage.” Robbie explains. “If you follow that trail there.”

Robbie points to a very discernable path through the brambles and brush.

“You can go for a swim in the pond.” Robbie says.

“A swim?”

“Yeah. I do it all the time.” Robbie explains.

“You do?” Burg asks.

“Yes.”

Burg wanted to ask him about a swimsuit, but he had guessed the man did not wear any. Not that it mattered. Who would see?

Burg gets up from the chair and trudges through the path and finds the secluded pond. While Robbie goes back into the garage.

It was peaceful. It is as if he had stepped into another world once he emerged from the brambles and the low hanging branches of the oaks and towering pines.

He throws his tie atop one of the little pines. It is soon joined by his white button-up dress shirt. That this morning was freshly ironed when Sue handed it to him. Now it looked like a wet discarded rag from all his sweat soaked into the fabric. Then he kicked his shoes from his feet. The shoes he hated more than anything. His feet hurt because of them but the other men in the office wore them so he did so too. Next was the dark dress slacks. Once they were off, he felt cooler.

Before the boxers comes off, he looks all around him. He wonders are there any souls lurking in these woods. Spying on him. He had seen no other houses near Robbie’s or the garage when he pulled up into the yard.

In one swift motion, he shucks his loose boxers, steps out of them, and lobs them over one of the spindly struggling pine bearing all the weight of his other sweat-soaked garb.

He stands for a moment. Like the fable first man in Eden, he imagines and takes it all in. He feels free. Unencumbered. And horny. Each garment being removed made him harder and harder. And now his cock is pointing out from his midsection like one of those missiles he has heard about being made.

His hand goes to this erection. And stays there. It feels good. In those clothes he felt older than his thirty-five years. Robbie, the mechanic, looks to be about his same age too but appears to be spry and not bothered by the ills of this cruel world. Perhaps it is because Robbie is out here in the country, while he is stuck in the city.

Burg lets his hand roam across his chest. Flowing over the muscles there. He is far less hairy than Robbie. Although he does have some, he is not quite the furry creature as the mechanic. But he is happy for what he has been blessed with. He rarely goes shirtless. Sue, his wife, seems to be bothered by his attempts at random nakedness. But he has always liked to be naked. His hand travels southward but not wanting it to be alone, he lets his other hand join in. Both frolic in the treasure trail of fur that grows near his navel, and which burst into a full bush into the curly hairs circling his rod-hard cock. He wants to shout and scream but Robbie might come running to see if there is a problem. He does not want any company right now although the country mechanic is not a bad sight on his deep brown eyes. Robbie reminds him of a former classmate he once played baseball with back in high school. He was hairy too. Much more than the other guys on the team. Many of them were jealous of how much hair their teammate had. They were not particularly close, but his eyes always lingered a little longer on him than he should. He wandered if they knew about him. None said anything but he worried.

Burg wades out in the water. His cock still hard as he dives into the water. It is cool. Unlike the southern heat. He swims around a bit. The cool drink massages his body, and he feels the stress melt away and the erection eventually disappears in the water. The solitude is nice. He does not feel lonely. What he feels can only be described as ‘at peace.’

He was glad that he had brought his car all the way out here and had taken the day off. It was not something he did on a normal basis, but he was tired of doing those things that other people did. He wanted a break. No. He needed one. It was a necessity. It was a choice.

3

“Uhuh. Uhuh.” Burgess Reeves grumbles as he comes out of his sleep.

“There you are.” Patrick says as the old man wakes up from his nap.

“Did I doze off?”

“Yes.” Patrick says. “Right as your story was getting interesting.”

“So, I wasn’t dreaming about that?’

“No, you were telling me all about Robbie.” Patrick says.

Old Man Reeves looks to the attendant. He can see that the boy has a hard-on in his scrubs.

“I made you hard, didn’t I?” Burg says.

Patrick does not answer. There is no need to. He can clearly see the attendant’s cock pressed near breaking inside the crotch of his scrubs.

“You’ve got yourself a big one too.” Burg says to the attendant as he lingers on the swelled groin in front of him. “Enjoy it.”

Patrick lets the old man say his piece. He is hard. There is no doubt about it, but he did not want to entertain the old man’s notions. He would just not say anything. But he could not hide his rather large cock. But Old man Burg Reese was not finished. He was determined.

“Are you a top or a bottom? Patrick?” The old man asked.

Patrick did not know what to say. But he figured he knew what the words meant. He was asking. Patrick thought he would be smart and turn it back on the old man.

“What are you?”

Old Man Reese expected this. And he had an answer.

“When I fucked. I was a top. I like the feel of a man’s soft tender ass wrapped around my cock as it squeezed me. Gripped my cock as I rammed it all the way in. Over and over again.”

“I like to have a cock plunged into my hole.” Patrick said without realizing what he had said. And when he did, he face turned as bright of red as anytime he been in his life.

“You be a bottom. I did not expect that, we that big ole cock of yours, you got dangling between your legs.”

Old Man Reese saw the worry on the attendant’s face. He gently placed his hand on the attendant’s leg. And spoke.

“Patrick don’t worry I ain’t going to say anything to anyone. I do not think anyone would believe me anyway. I know they think I am crazy. But all I am saying is true. That damned song brought back up this memory.” Old Man Burg Reese says to console the young man.

He could tell Patrick was listening to him that his words had helped.

“So. How big is that cock of yours? Eight? Nine inches?”

Patrick did not answer but he was not lacking. It was not a problem for him. Keeping it manageable in his scrubs was. He could not hide it, especially when he got one of his massive boners.

“I bet you have some fun with that thing. If I was younger. I know we would be having a good ole time.” Old Man Reese continued. “You do know that my grandson is gay doncha?”

Patrick nodded his head, ‘no.’ But that was a lie. Patrick knew Old Man’s Reese’s grandson. He knew him quite by chance. But Patrick once again had to divert attention away from him.

“So, what happened next with you and this Ronnie fella?” Patrick says trying to get Mr. Reese off talking about his cock.

“Well, I was swimming out behind garage. After he had told me about the pond. Minding my own business.” Old Man Reese continues.

“What? What? You went swimming?”

Old Man Reese nods his head.

“I went swimming. Yes!”

All Patrick can do now is to listen in awe. The old man had been full of surprises this morning. It was not the day he was expecting when he left the one-night stand’s apartment that morning. But that had no been either. But the picture in the guy’s apartment was the kicker. Him and Old Man Reeves behind a birthday cake. It was how Patrick knew Reese’s grandson.

4

He could hear something as he swam beneath the water. The thump-thump of whatever it was as it bounced off the surface. When he plopped through the surface, he found the disruption. It was Robbie with a radio blaring through the woods.

“How’s the water?” Robbie shouts out to him. As he is out in the center of the little pond.

“Good! Good!”

He sees Robbie begins to pull his jeans down. He expected the man to be naked underneath, but he was surprised to see a tattered jockstrap. One of those wide-banded ones and made by the BIKE company. From where he was it looked all worn out and used. There appeared to be a small hole in the mesh holding up his cock. This basket looked filled to it fullest with the man’s cock.

Robbie gently pulls down the more-than-used jock and steps out of it. Tossing it atop his discarded jeans in the sand.

Burg’s cock got hard in the water. The man was blessed. Truly blessed.

Robbie’s hand went to his cock and began fondling it, loosening the pubes that have stuck to it from his perspiration.

“That’s better.” He says. “I have wanted to be out that thing for a while.”

Burg knew why. Such a creature should not confine itself to a cotton mesh cage of a jockstrap.

“The music. Okay?” Robbie asks as he bends down to pick up the little radio. When the man bent, he turned his backside to Burg. When he did this Burg could see the fine dark hairs that permeate the man’s well-developed ass. Burg’s cock got even harder beneath the water’s surface.

“You didn’t answer me. How’s the water?’

Burg had answered but it was a mumbled ‘good.’ He has been awestruck and surprised by Robbie’s sudden appearance. He had expected the man to fetch him when it was time to go, he just never expected him to join him on his swim.

“The water’s good!” Burg managed to be say, louder.

Robbie walks out and into the water. His cock being as long (and thick) as it was touched the water easily from his midsection. Burg’s mouth was agape at what equipment the mechanic was sporting. This was the biggest cock he had ever seen. And he has seen many.

When Robbie surfaced in front of him. He was still unsure of what to say to the well-endowed man.

When Robbie stood in front of him. The water cascading off him like a waterfall. The hairs across his body holding the liquid reminded him of the stories of forest creatures his mom read to him about as a kid. Surely this man was created by some heavenly god in a world beyond his limited understanding.

“You okay, Burg?” Robbie says as they stand almost face-to-face in the shallow depths of this solitary pond. The music gently wafting across the distance from the pond’s bank.

“Oh, I am fine.”

“It’s my cock, ain’t it?” Robbie asks. “I get that response from most when they see it.”

“All I can say is, Brother, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”

“It is good sometimes and not so good in the other.”

“What do you mean?” Burg asks. “The gals aren’t scurrying after you?”

Robbie didn’t answer Burg. Not for a second or two at least.

“People run scared.”

“Girls? Women? Why?” Burg asks.

“They are afraid to be fucked by it.” Robbie winces. “And it ain’t just the girls.”

“Not me. I ain’t scared.” Burg says before he realizes what he has said. But a smile slyly creeps across Robbie’s face acknowledging what he had heard.

“You ain’t afraid?”

Burg shakes his head in a defiant, ‘no.’

And then Robbie dives under the water. Between Burg’s legs he feels the man brush against his legs as he swims through them. The mechanic pops up a few feet from him. The water ever streaming off him like a flood through a forest through the man’s hairy growth on his well-muscled body.

“When we get through, with our swim I can take you home.” Robbie says as he sleeks back his hair with his hands. “Give me until Friday, maybe before and I can have what needs fixing on your car. Done.”

“What’s it gonna cost me?”

“We’ll work that out. You’re good for it? Right?” Robbie asks. But he knows the man is. Of that he has no doubts. The suit, minus the coat said all he needed to say, plus Aunt Karen works with the man. And she makes good money. Or so his mama says.

“Of course, I am.”

“That’s what I thought.” Robbie answers. And he dives back into the shallow depths of the water. His cock feels like an anchor between his legs. He drags it in its softness like a dredge through the soft muck of the pond’s bottom. Now just to keep the damn few catfish in the pond away from him. The bait he has is sure to be an enticement to the few fishes.

Burg and Robbie stay some distance away from each other as they frolic in the water. Robbie worried about the reaction he would get from the stranger once he stripped himself of his jeans and jock. But the man went swimming when he suggested it; not something he expected him to do. Most sit under the oak and grumble not even getting a beer or a soda-pop out of the fridge when offered. They just sit and fume. But this man was different.

Burg made his way over to the bank. He could hear Robbie behind him. The splash of the drops of water hitting the otherwise quiet waters told him the man was near. He was afraid that his cock would get hard once he stepped from the pond. He was sorely lacking around his crotch compared to Robbie. And that did not make him comfortable.

He stood and faced the pond. He had to drip dry some before he could put back on his clothes. But the day was still hot. The sun still some distance up in the sky.

“How old are you Burg?” Robbie asks as he nears him in the water.

“Thirty-five.” Burg answers. “And you?”

“Thirty-three.”

Burg could not help but stare at this man. His hairy groin drew his attention and with what looked like a long snake draped between his legs, Robbie looked almost devilish. Burg felt inadequate.

“How big is your cock?” Robbie asks Burg.

“When I am hard. I am 6, maybe 7 inches. Not exactly sure.” Burg says.

“Is that what most men are?” Robbie asks.

“I don’t think so. I thought I had a big cock. Up until I met you, today, anyways.” Burg says.

There was no need to measure Robbie’s tool. The size was readily apparent. He overshadowed other men just by being soft.

“And you fuck with that cock of yours Burg?”

“I do alright.” Burg says, “But you know how it is. I cannot get enough. People are even scared of mine.”

As they talk Burg’s cock begins to stiffen. It is not long before his cock points out dagger-like from between his thighs.

“It is a nice cock.” Robbie says.

Burg lets his right hand go to it. Getting himself a few more hefty strokes.

“There are a few people back there in the woods. I would get that thing down. Someone would show up. Interrupt our carrying-on.” Robbie says. “An ole scraggily little fella lives back there.”

“Scraggily little fella?” Burg says.

“Don’t ask.” Robbie replies.

“Oh!” The possibility of being seen automatically softens Burg’s burgeoning hard cock.

“It does look good though.” Robbie says. “Something I would be proud to have.”

Burg did not expect that, and he was not exactly sure what the man meant by it.

5

“And you didn’t do anything?” Patrick says once Old Man Reese finished that part of his story.

“People might have walked up, Boy. This was the seventies in the South.” Old Man Reese explains. “We weren’t hippies. Although I am sure there was some big ole cocks swinging up there in the State of New York at that Woodstock music place. People were naked. I saw it all on TV back then. Damn, I would have had a good time. I sure would have.”

This catches Patrick by surprise. He knew Old Man Reese had been a deacon in the First Baptist church downtown. But everything he has heard today has negated any of his so-called Christian work. Or so he has been told by his Mama when he came out to her.

“So, you two just stood there. Naked as the day your Mamas birthed you?” Patrick asks the surprise in his voice that he has loosened up in his talk.

“That we did.” Old Men Reese. “We had to dry ourselves off in the sun before we both put on our clothes.”

“I have a question.” Patrick says.

“Ask away. I’ll answer if I can.”

“Okay.” Patrick says. “That’s fair.”

Patrick winces. Rocking his ass in his adjacent chair. Either his ass was sore, or he was not sure on how to ask his question.

“You said he was in a jockstrap.”

“Yes, I did.” Old Man Reese says. “He was. And it was quite a sight. Mind you. It looked like an extremely long banana in a hammock. A damn wonderous sight. I might add.”

“Well, how’d he gets himself a jock that would fit him? Is what I want to know.”

Old Man Reese brings his fingers to his face. Scratches it. And then speaks.

“He told me he had to special order it. He up and called the company and got one special made for him.” Old Man Reese says.

“You asked him?”

“I did.” Old Man Reese insists.

“You aren’t just saying that because I asked, are you?”

“No Boy, I asked him. I had a problem finding one that would fit me back then. So, I asked him. I did.” Old Man Reese says.

Patrick has his doubts. He is unsure if what the man is telling him is the truth.

“Boy I asked him. I swear. I remember it all as clear as day. We were standing in the bright southern sun. The water from that pond evaporating off our two bodies. Me with a hard-on. It had returned as he described to me the hardships of being blessed with such an endowment.”

Old Man Reese remembers. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke himself. Be damned if anyone sees him as he stood naked as the day he was born next to the hairy mechanic.

6

“So, you done up and called the jockstrap company?” Burg asked Robbie as his gently fondles his once-again hard cock.

“I did. Talked to a nice man. Told him about how I like to wear them jockstraps with the no-behinds in them. I like my ass to be free. And that I had a difficult time finding one that fit me properly. Told him I have to do something to keep my cock where I am not so obvious to the world.” Robbie explains.

Burg listens. Still unsure of the story. But he did ask how he got such a proper fitted jockstrap.

“They sent someone down here from whatever to my garage. Measured me.” Robbie nods his head as he can see the reluctance on Burg’s face, but he continues with his tale. “The man even swam naked in this here pond too after I told him I swam here nearly every day during the summer. He didn’t believe me until I showed him.”

“Okay. I believe you. I do.” Burg says.

“He even sucked on my cock.” Robbie says. “I let him. That man was one hell of a cocksucker. Took most of me into his mouth. What he could, anyway. He dumped his load right where you are standing Burg. I promise. Dumped it right where you are standing.”

Burg could believe that. Just looking at that fine specimen of manhood had gotten him hard. He could understand the man, any man, wanting to get his lips wrapped around it. He wants too, himself.

As the two talked the country music continues to blare from the radio. It is that damned song again. How crazy can it be? He wants to throw it into the water, but it may mess up any chance of getting that cock near him.

“No one came up?” Burg asks.

“No. We were lucky that day I suppose.”

Burg just listened. The sun has nearly dried them both. Burg slid on his slacks minus his underwear. He did not want to crush his cock in his boxers. He did not really want to put on his pants. It was a freedom he sorely longed for but rarely got to experience.

“You aren’t gonna dump your load out here?” Robbie asks as he manages to slides his snake of a cock into his ripped and frayed jeans.

“No jockstrap?” Burg asks.

“I am just taking you home. No need to worry ‘bout it. Right?” Robbie asks. A sly smile creeping across his face.

“I suppose so.”

Both men trudge back through the bramble and brush, swatting away at the bugs and mosquitos stirred up by there walk through the path and emerge under the large canopy oak with the chair’s underneath.

“My truck is in the garage. Let us get you home.”

7

“And he took you home?” Patrick asks. “He took you home?”

“He did. He shore did.” Old Man Reese says. Sharp. And to the point.

“You said this man, Robbie died last week, right?”

“Yes.” Old Man Reese says. “He did. I read it in the paper.”

“Did he live out there on river road?” Patrick asks.

“Yes, that’s where his garage was. The only one out there, I reckon.”

“That was my great Uncle Robert.” Patrick says.

Old Man Reese knew this. Robbie had told him, on his last visit out to the river road mechanic’s home before he moved into the nursing home that his great nephew worked where he was going. Burg smiles to himself. This is all he intends to tell the boy, Patrick. The boy does not need to know any more of the intimate details of his uncle’s and his long-lasting relationship but there is more. Once he got back to his home. The real story began for the two men. Robbie. Uncle Robert. And Burg Reese.

To be continued.

They made a curious couple. The little rich gurl and the old mature, sophisticated Daddy. At first people assumed the older man was a typical sugar Daddy who favored a sweet, seductive young crossdresser. But it was really the other way around.

The accidental death of both his parents and wife of three years had left Terry a wealthy man of 27, quite wealthy. He could afford a lifestyle far and away beyond his peers. He still had a slim, fit swimmer’s physique and now he could indulge his long-held fetish of being feminine, but he knew he wasn’t cultured and knowledgeable. So he bought himself a Daddy who was both.

Nolway Snappe could have been a retired professor. He had the look. He might have been an aging movie star, in fact. Handsome, suave, and perfectly mannered, at 67 he still had a full head of hair to match his grizzled trim beard. Terry bought him tailored suits and designer casual wear as his arm candy. Sexually, Nolway kept Terry with a semi-hardon practically all the time. And Terry did his best to keep his Daddy perpetually aroused.

In the captain’s suite of his modest yacht, Terry lay across the bed slowly licking and savoring his Daddy’s thick cock, lingering with tongue-swirling circles on the purple knob.

“Oh, Daddy,” he said in a whisper. “I love your cock so much.”

Nolway smiled quietly and ruffled his fingers through Terry’s wig. “You make it feel so good in your mouth, baby.”

Terry closed his eyes and engulfed the whole shaft between his lips. He tilted his head this way and that, licking and gently sucking, making moaning noises that sent vibrations through his lover’s balls. With his mouth full of Daddy’s cock, Terry let his tongue slip out and lick the ball sack noisily. Up and down, down and up, Terry’s mouth made wet slurping sounds, bobbing his head on his Daddy’s cock. His fingers stroked up and down his Daddy’s muscular bare thighs. When he finally pulled his mouth away, he sighed. “You treat me so good, Daddy. I love your Daddy cock in my mouth.”

Nolway grinned widely. “If you keep this up, I am going to cum in your mouth, you naughty girl.”

“Just what I want, Daddy.”

“No, no,” Nolway replied. “I want to wait until tonight. After the party.”

“Mmm. I’d rather suck you off AT the party, Daddy. Let everyone see how much cum my Daddy shoots for me. All over my face, so I can wear it and make everyone jealous before I clean every drop off my Daddy’s cock.”

“Mmm, that is a tempting offer, baby.”

Old Friends

It was an older neighborhood in the city sitting at the leading edge of Rio de La Plata and the Atlantic Ocean. Montevideo faced the vast expanse of ocean and within its limits a lively city of many old customs and new trends. The neighborhood had buildings a hundred years old and older and for a long time they were allowed to deteriorate. But times and the fortunes of growth and man’s desire for something beautiful, the old buildings were finding a second life.

On one of many blocks, in a three-story building that sat on a corner, the building had a bar and café on the ground floor, opening it up to the street. It gave the corner a lively atmosphere during the late afternoons and night, patrons crowding the sidewalk and interiors until late into the A.M. hours. Above these, on the upper two floors was one resident. It had balconies on the main road and along the side street, large windows evenly spaced along its length opening the interior up to the street. It was one of many residences for its owners, but it was their favorite.

It was an early morning hour, most people still in bed sleeping off the revelry of the night before, when a 1964 Lincoln Continental pulled to the curb. It was a big, slab sided black convertible with a white leather interior. The driver stepped out and approached the door positioned between the entries for the café and bar. He moved to the side and waited, knowing it would not be long. It was never a long wait for they always seemed to know when he would arrive. The door swung open, and a tall young man stepped out, followed by one shorter with a more muscular body. He looked at them always amazed at how they seemed not to age. He had been with them for five years and there seemed to be no change in the appearance of either one.

Carlos took the keys while Alejandro put their bags in the back seat.

“Franco, it will be some time before we get back,” said Carlos.

“One of us will let you know when we expect to arrive,” added Alejandro.

“Yes, sir. Is everything arranged in New York for your arrival or is there something I need to do?” asked Franco.

“I think we have everything taken care of on that end. Tell Paola hello. The baby is due in two months, right?” asked Alejandro.

“Yes sir, a girl.”

“Congratulations, Franco,” said Carlos going around the front of the Continental.

“Thank you, sir.”

“We have a little something being delivered this afternoon, so get the apartment squared away and get home,” said Alejandro as he climbed in next to Carlos.

Franco watched the big convertible ease away and drive down the road, turning right a couple of blocks away. He pulled out his cellphone, brought up a contact, and hit send.

“They are on their way. Is the plane ready?”

Franco went through the door and up the stair to a foyer. It was a simple space that gave no indication of what lay within. He pushed the door open and stepped into a grand foyer two stories in height that ran down the middle of the apartment. A skylight ran overhead for its full length, the translucent panels allowing only a filtered light into the space. He stood in awe for a few seconds, for even after five years the place was shocking to behold. On plinths along each side were statues and ancient stone tablets and parts of building reliefs. Along the wall to the right positioned between the sliding doors to each room were paintings. There was one that made him think of Michelangelo, but knew it wasn’t possible the painting was an original. But the next was by Artemisia Gentileschi. He had looked it up. Across from it was one by JMW Turner, another he had looked up shocked at its value. Along the walls were others by artist just as famous. Cezanne, Monet, Picasso, and others that made the collection worth unspeakable sums. How two young men, despite their great wealth could acquire such a collection he had no idea.

Franco went through the first set of double doors to the right into the main living room. It was positioned at the front corner of the residence facing both streets. He checked the French doors and windows, circling around the large white leather sofa and armchairs in a deep red leather, and moved toward the rear of the residence checking windows. Through the dining room, the pantry, then the kitchen, one he often found Alejandro at the range and Carlos at the island cutting up vegetables. He moved through the other rooms, guest suites at the back of the house, rooms that were rarely used, and along the side against the adjacent building, he moved down the corridor that ran parallel to the grand foyer until he came to the master suite at the front of the residence. He closed the French Doors that were left open, locking them, then headed out.

On the sidewalk, Franco headed to the small parking garage on the next block where he had parked. He called home, telling Paola he was leaving early and would be there soon, to plan on lunch at Florencia’s. He smiled at his good fortune, pushing aside once again the questions that haunted him whenever he was around Alejandro and Carlos.

The black Continental pulled into a drive entrance at the airport where a guard waved them through. Carlos drove around the hangers, past commercial operations, and a few privately owned hangers where some of the rich shared in the expense of a jet or prop plane, down to a nondescript white hanger. The doors were up and parked in front was a Gulfstream G700. It was white and silver with black accents, and in the sunlight, it shined brightly.

Carlos pulled the Continental into the hanger. Two men came to the car taking out their bags and another came to Carlos who took the keys, knowing he was to raise the top and lock up the car.

Carlos followed Alejandro out to the jet, climbing the steps and taking their normal seats. Within a few minutes they were taxiing to the runway.

“I still can’t get use to Alejandro, and I’ve used it how long now?”

“Ninety-three…no, ninety-four years. These Spanish derived names seem such a corruption of our old names,” Caral replied.

“Do you remember our old language?”

“Some, but I seem to forget more and more over the last few centuries.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter. No one alive speaks it.”

Caral considered what Aroteh had said. He was right for all the old languages of the Americas were gone. There were some corruptions of them still in existence, but none of the originals. He glanced over at Aroteh who was looking at his cellphone and thought of their lives. They have lived for over eighteen hundred years, taken on many aliases, and resided in places all over the world. He wondered about the old temple site in China, and how sometime in the early 1500’s an earthquake destroyed the complex, sending most of it as rubble into the valley floor. The only good thing was the chambers were sealed shut and had not been disturbed since. Aroteh had gone in, finding both chambers intact.

Caral felt the plane level off as it came to cruising altitude, heading north to New York. They moved every ten years or so, for it would become obvious they did not appear to age. He knew they did so, for he saw a slight change to their skin around the eyes and he had noticed a few decades ago he had slowly filled out, no longer so lean in build. It required them to have places at the ready, but long ago they realized there was no need to hide. They lived openly, in urban and rural environments, blending in with the society of each location. There was the residence in Beijing, two floors of an apartment building, and another in the rural countryside outside Changsha. And in the same region of the world, a place in Tokyo and Singapore, and to the east, Wellington, New Zealand. In Europe they resided in Paris or Amsterdam, and to the south in Africa, Essaouira, Morocco. Back in what everyone calls the West, there is the small place on the island of Dominica, and places in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico and Montreal, Canada, and New Orleans in the state of Louisiana. And, of course, Montevideo and New York. All were places they could blend in, become a part of the population with ease. They had learned the different languages, only needing to brush up on changes or additions to the vocabulary. Caral often considered getting a place in Bolivia near the ruins of the city of his home growing up, or further north in Peru, possibly Cajamarca or Tarapoto, but every time he brought it up, Aroteh would appear on the verge of tears. It had pained both to see what happened with the men of Spain and Portugal came to their world. The slaughter and spread of disease, then the indoctrination into their foolish religions. It tore at Aroteh, brought him to near tears to think of it. For Caral, it made his blood boil. But they knew from old warnings from Uaica, that any interference would have repercussions they could not imagine.

“Caral?” asked Aroteh.

“Yes?”

“It’s been so long and there has not been anything for us to do. Do you think Uaica could have been wrong?”

“No,” Caral replied. “Maybe we just haven’t arrived at the correct time yet.”

“I keep trying to sense him, but I get nothing. I think he’s gone.”

“I don’t believe that,” Caral replied, turning to the window to look out at the blue sky and the clouds floating below them.

“I wish I had your confidence.”

“I may just be foolish.”

“No, its good you hold out hope. One of us needs to do so.”

“You have that novel with you? The one you recommended I read.”

“Yes.”

“Dig it out. I have time to get into it before we land.”

Aroteh wondered about using his power to travel but knew suddenly showing up in one city when they were just in another far away would pose problems. The world had changed a lot in the last hundred years, and with the technology of cameras, cellphones, and even the internet with its social media sites, it could be far too easy to be discovered. He also knew Caral liked the travel time, considering it a time to read and rest before reaching their destination.

He looked out the window. He saw the visible world, the earth curving away from them and the air he knew was just a thin layer covering the ground. He had gone out into space, once all the way to the moon, opening the folded space until he could perceive his surroundings and knew the black void was a cold hostile environment. Caral didn’t know about his adventures, the first time when the Russians had put the first man into orbit. He had watched the capsule’s return into the atmosphere marveling at how such a crude thing could accomplish such a feat. It was still strange to him, this dimension of space unseen to the naked eye. He had read the latest theories, knowing how so close to the truth the scientists were getting. He followed Sean Carroll at Caltech, often tempted to take him through another dimension. He smiled at the idea of it, how it would shock Carroll no matter how firmly he believed his equations.

“What’s so funny?” asked Caral.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about space,” Aroteh replied, looking back at Caral.

“You mean that spooky space you move through.”

“Yes,” Aroteh whispered in reply as he looked out the window again.

Resurrection

The Russian crew were drilling down nearly a mile for core samples. They had done a few in the region picking different drill sites based on sonar analysis. The site they chose this time was an anomaly, the ice appeared to be layered differently, and the surface was concave nearly a half mile wide as if something collapsed the ice long ago. The core samples brought up to date showed an ice of a much newer age, dating that seemed impossible to the scientists.

“It’s like a huge crater formed in the ice about two thousand years ago, then it refilled with fresh ice and snow,” one scientist said to the room as he pointed at some readouts in their analysis.

“I agree. Look at this core sample. This ice formed from packed snow but this level starting here is like it was water at one point,” said another.

“That’s impossible,” said one of the older scientists, unable to accept what he was seeing with his own eyes.

“How far down are we going?” asked the first scientist.

“We were going to stop at twelve hundred meters, but with this layer here, I’ve asked the crew to go down another two hundred fifty meters,” said the second scientist.

Outside the crew labored at the drilling machine, made more difficult by the bitter cold. The sky was clear and there was no wind, but the impression of a mild temperate day was an illusion. It was minus twenty degrees Celsius. But the crew were growing excited for they had the last section loaded and would soon reach the depth requested. The drill sank deeper and deeper until the drill was stopped. Then the process of pulling up the last core samples began.

Down within the ice, over fourteen hundred meters from the surface the drill had came within millimeters of hitting the blacked form within the ice. As it pulled upward, the final layer broke and cold air filtered to the hardened figure. It was a small gap, just enough to give it hope. The fractured mind woke from its long slumber. It sensed its surroundings but was still blind to it. It focused the images that arose, then remembered a name. Wendigo. Then it remembered it was his name. He grew more aware, then grew agitated, an old anger surfacing. He seethed with it. He absorbed moisture from the ice, took what heat he could abstract from it. It was so little, barely any heat at all. But it was enough, and he drew it in and began the process of healing.

He sensed the drilling continued somewhere close by. He didn’t know the Russians had questioned the data and moved over five hundred meters and began to drill again. But he felt the vibration of the drill sinking into the ice. He pictured humans, their similarity to his kind, then he pictured grilled meat, succulent, tender, and an ability to sate his ravenous appetite.

For days, he healed, grew stronger. Despite his burned flesh, he generated new life into it. His mind became less fractured, his thoughts clearer. Eventually his power began to return, and he accelerated his healing. Senses became acute, and he knew the Russians were reaching the final depths of their drilling. The next day they would pull up and return to the camp.

Generating more and more heat, he felt the ice change to water. Soon the water was warm. He shifted upright and followed the recently drilled hole. Higher and higher he moved, melting the ice as he rose. He still had no hands or feet, just nubs of what remained of his limbs., but he didn’t need either to move. He used his increasing power. When he drew near the surface, he sensed it was dark, no radiation from the sun adding to his growing power. But he began to feel a portion of his oldest power. He broke through the surface and sensed the camper vehicle and the humans inside. He floated to it and descended on the unsuspecting humans, where he sated his need for revenge and his appetite for flesh.

The Long Flight

Aroteh looked over at Caral. The long lean body leaned back in the lounge chair. He still looked in his twenties. Just a young man to Aroteh’s way of thinking, for he too looked young and felt young too. The cabin was quiet, just the white noise of the jet engines pushing them through the air, and Caral appeared to be sleeping.

Aroteh knew without looking at his watch they were about halfway to New York. They had made the journey a few times by flight, the first in the old propeller planes that took so much longer. It was strange when he thought about it, how civilization went through such a rapid progress in the last one hundred years. If not for the Dark Ages and their clinging to such primitive notions he wondered how much further along would progress have been for civilization.

He saw Caral open his eyes, looking out the window. He knows they are so dark brown as to appear black, and he knows they may be looking out at the sky, but the mind is elsewhere. Looking at Caral he feels his desires stir. It is another thing that amazes him. After the centuries that have passed, he still feels a longing and need for the man across the aisle. His heart begun to race as it always does when he thinks of their physical relationship, the lust and desire that reflected their feelings toward each other. It defied the norm, for he knew most people quickly fall into some routine in their relationships and the initial rush of emotions dissipates. But he still felt them. He has wondered if it is their connection through the power, or maybe it was that pool locked away in the mountains on the other side of the world. He didn’t really care what caused it. He was just glad it allowed him to hold on to those emotions that seemed to consume lesser men.

“We still have some time before landing in New York,” said Aroteh.

Caral looked around and smiled. He knew what Aroteh is suggesting.

“You want to fuck?” asked Caral. He used the coarse word whenever he felt playful.

“Yes,” Aroteh replied, climbing to his feet.

Aroteh led Caral to the rear compartment, a private place for the two of them during a flight. Through the door there was a watercloset to the left, and just beyond it, a glassed-in shower. To the right a mini-bar and sink. In the rear of the space, a bed that took up the entire width.

Aroteh moved to the foot of it while removing his clothes. Behind him Caral did the same. Soon, shirts, shoes, socks, pants, and underwear lay scattered on the floor and Aroteh is on the bed lying on his back. Caral crawled on the bed and over him, kissing along the legs, the abdomen, the cock, continuing to move upward. Nipples are manipulated, the neck kissed, then a light nip at the skin. It made Aroteh shiver and push his body upward.

Caral dragged his fingers over the undulating body feeling the smooth skin as it shivered. He felt the bottom of the ribcage, then followed the sternum up the chest. He manipulated one nipple then the other, eventually leaning down and lightly biting it.

Aroteh cried out, grabbing at the bed.

Caral kissed the long neck, tugged on the earlobe, then kissed Aroteh with a passion and desire not diminished by the passage of time.

“Fuck me…fuck me, Caral,” Aroteh whispered, lifting his knees, and spreading them apart. He opened to Caral. He felt the hard cock push at his sac, drag over it then slid alongside his own cock. He reached down and guided it to his tight opening. “Do it,” he uttered.

Caral pushed until he felt the squeeze on his cock, and he kept pushing, sinking it into Aroteh, slowly, gently, until he was pressed against the upturned ass. He held still, feeling the heat of Aroteh’s hole enveloping his cock. Then he tugged outward, then pushed inward, slowly at first, but he increased his pace until working his hips in a fuck. The thrust of cock into the depths of Aroteh’s hole increased his arousal. After centuries, he still felt a want and need he couldn’t begin to grasp. He pushed inward all the way and shivered. He tugged outward until just the head remained inside him, then pushed all the way inward. Over and over, until he was fucking faster, harder.

Caral felt it, the surge of release. He felt hands move over his back and sensed their desperation. Legs wrapped his waist as Aroteh clung to him.

“Caral…do it…do me,” Aroteh uttered breathlessly.

Caral shoved inward all the way and came. He jerked and shuddered with his release, then feel still.

“Keep going,” Aroteh whispered.

Cock still hard, his need not sated, Caral began to fuck. He fucked until his cock was once again achingly hard. He got on his knees and guided Aroteh to do the same. Cock at the wet hole, he pushed back into him and started fucking. His cock moved slickly inside of him, and he piston it with a stamina and an urgency. His muscles flexed hard and sweat beaded up on his skin. Breathing hard, he fucked harder, faster, until his hips smacked against Aroteh’s round ass. He fucked to the point of exhaustion. He pulled Aroteh to his knees and hugged the muscular body against his own as he pushed all the way inward. He took Aroteh in hand, stroking the leaking cock. Aroteh shuddered against him, then pushed back on his cock. Then he felt Aroteh flex in his hand, then jerk and shudder against his chest. He pushed all the way into him as he came. He jammed his hips against the around ass as if he could get deeper and came.

Aroteh fell forward, flat on his stomach. Caral looked at his lover, friend, partner, and he still felt a want for him. He stroked his slick cock, keeping it hard, then he moved over Aroteh.

Aroteh looked over his shoulder, knowing Caral was going to fuck him again. It was normal, their sex continuing to the point of exhaustion, something that took a long time.

“Yes,” Aroteh whispered then held his head down.

Caral watched Aroteh spread his ass cheeks revealing the leaking hole. He smeared his previous loads with his cock, then buried it inside him. He fucked slowly, savoring the feel of it, how his cock moved inside the slick hole. He fucked until his muscles burned with his exertions, then he pulled out and fell on the bed next to Aroteh.

“Aroteh,” Caral uttered.

Aroteh knew what he wanted and moved over him. Soon he was riding him, moving up and down rhythmically. His own cock was hard and leaking and it smacked Caral’s stomach wetly. He fucked until he felt his full arousal. The need to push to the point of release was overpowering, and he leaned back and moved faster. Working his ass up and down, faster and faster. His own cock smacked against his stomach, and he took it in hand. He stroked it while fucking his ass on Caral’s cock. He stroked his own faster and faster, until his hand was a blur. Then cum rained down on his chest and stomach.

Aroteh dropped down, taking Caral all the way, as his own cock continued to flex with his release. Then he slipped over and crawled back between Caral’s legs. He took the slick cock in his mouth and began to suck. He knew Caral was close. The cock jerked against the roof of his mouth, and after a short time, swelled thicker. Then cum dribbled out and he sucked up every drop.

“Sirs, we’re landing in twenty,” radioed the pilot.

Aroteh and Caral walked across the tarmac to the hanger where a 1970 Mercedes-Benz 600 limousine waited. It was dark blue, almost black in appearance. The chauffeur came around to the rear door opening it for them. In most cities they resided, they had cars they liked to drive, but in New York, London, and Tokyo, they had limousines, hating to drive in the congestion that clogged their streets.

As they approached the car, both had a vision, an image come to mind, just a flash of it. With it a feeling of dread, a hatred they had not felt in a very long time. Caral stumbled and Aroteh stopped, squinting as if a severe headache had hit him.

“You feel it too?” asked Caral.

“Yes,” Aroteh replied, trying to focus on the source. He wanted to know its current location, for he knew it no longer resided deep in the ice in Antarctica. “That evil bastard is back.”

“I can’t sense his current location.”

“Me either. He’s blocking us.”

“Let’s get to the apartment.”

“Do you think we can do something about Wendigo?”

“We have to, and this time we have to make sure Wendigo is utterly destroyed.”

A Simmering Hatred

In Thailand near the border with Laos, deep underground, Wendigo lay on a stone slab, one carved for ceremonies two thousand years ago. The cavern had been a temple site, until an earthquake and the changing landscape sealed the cavern from the outside world, that soon forgot its existence.

Wendigo had returned to his original form, but his skin remained black, and no hair grew back. He had changed and felt how his body radiated a heat not of any fire. He struggled to keep his mind calm, an old anger rising far too frequently. It made him mad, and he would pace while plotting and scheming revenge. He knew his enemy, those fools Uaica had the audacity to train then take to that pool. He vowed to find it and destroy it once and for all. Only the notion he may need it one day had kept him from doing so earlier. He focused his mind, searched in the old country for it, but he knew no one resided at its location, hadn’t in a long time. He needed a mind to be there, one he could see through, but the pool was isolated away from the mortals. He sneered, then sat up. He was furious. He felt the heat of his own anger and he stood and began to pace the room. His anger made him careless and for a minute he sought out those fools.  Too late to stop, he found them and realized he had revealed himself.

Wendigo screamed in frustration, then threw a ball of fire across the cavern. It exploded against the cave wall sending rock and dust back into the space. He schemed on how to separate them, for he knew together he could not defeat them. He needed to get the one who could manipulate space and lift an object first. He sensed the one called Caral would be the easier of the two to take down and doing so would be an emotional assault on the one called Aroteh. It would weaken him, make him vulnerable, and he would then take him down. He imagined his satisfaction that would exist once Caral and Aroteh were destroyed. He began to glow, his skin turning red. He eyes turned white. So did his fingernails, growing out longer as they changed. Soon, they were nearly as long as the fingers from which they grew. Shiny, glistening white hot in the dim torch light in the cavern.

A Trap

The Gulfstream G700 landed at Salt Lake City, taxiing to a private hanger. The jet stopped on the tarmac and Caral stepped down from it. He walked across the hot concrete to the vehicle waiting for him. The lime green Jeep was idling, waiting for his arrival. He climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled away. He was alone and focused on the task at hand. Wendigo had come to them, a connection of minds that gave Aroteh and him severe headaches. He had threatened to kill Uaica, to snuff out the last of the life that existed in him. He promised to return Uaica to them if Caral would just come to him. He wanted to talk of a new arrangement between them, one that allowed them to co-exist in a world growing smaller and smaller.

Caral and Aroteh knew it was lies, all of it, but it seemed the only way to come face to face with the devil, as they now considered him. Caral agreed and a place to meet set, Aroteh demanding it be away from any populated areas. So, they were to meet in the Salt Lake Desert, an expanse of salt that is flat and barren.

Caral drove out I-80, driving cautiously while he worked to keep his mind calm and clear. He had to control his thoughts, knowing that was Wendigo’s greatest weapon: reading one’s thoughts. In taking the jet, then driving out to the remote location was all a tactic to make Wendigo wait. He wanted him riled up, his anger and need for revenge to be at its worst.

Around the south end of Great Salt Lake and between the low mountains, he drove out into the harsh landscape of the desert. Exiting the interstate, he followed the frontage road until he came to drive that gave him access to the desert to the south. The Jeep bounced over some rough terrain but easily kept going as he drove out into the desert. Mile after mile until all he could see was the desolate landscape.

Caral stopped, shutting down the Jeep and climbed out. He walked away from the Jeep, eyes focused on the horizon, wondering when Wendigo would show himself. He kept his mind calm, repeating Uaica’s name ritually, knowing Wendigo would know he was doing so. The wind began to blow from the south, then a whirlwind formed, growing larger and larger until it rose high in the sky taking salt and dust upward. Then a red body floated down within the calm center of the whirlwind until it hovered just above the ground.

Caral looked up at Wendigo, shocked at his appearance. The red skin and the long white nails and eyes that appeared to glow. His penis was as a scorpion’s tail and the feet looked like hooves with their toes fused together. Wendigo was truly a beast, any humanity that had existed snuffed out with his transformation.

“You came,” Wendigo exclaimed, then he laughed.

“As agreed, I came alone. Where is Uaica?”

“Where I put him, of course.”

“You agreed to…”

“I know what I agreed to, but did you really think I’d let that foul thing go free?”

“No, not really,” Caral replied smiling at Wendigo.

Suddenly a layer of the desert surface rose quickly, and Wendigo had to react quickly, breaking the thick mass in half and pushing it away.

“Fool! What do you think you can do to me?” screamed Wendigo. He grew madder, his fury turning his skin white. He began to radiate heat and light.

“I think I can distract you,” Caral whispered.

Wendigo sensed the betrayal, how Caral had blocked his mind from him as did Aroteh. He suddenly sensed Aroteh in two places at once. He felt him near and far, and he looked around for him. The air around him changed, grew still, not even sound would move through it. It tightened around him, and he sensed a constriction. Suddenly he was in a dark place. He panicked, reaching out into the darkness and felt the cold steel surface.

Aroteh appeared next to Caral as the steel sphere materialized around Wendigo. It was double walled with a thick layer of lead between. Wendigo had become radioactive after the explosion in Antarctica, and it was the source of his greatest power, but inside the sphere it was contained around him, blocking much of his power.

“Let’s get rid of him,” Caral uttered as he took Aroteh’s hand, knowing it was easier for him to transport them when connected. Aroteh opened another dimension, unfolded it until it captured the sphere and the two of them. Then he folded it up. They disappeared from the hot desert, leaving only a swirling wind.

Aroteh had practiced for decades on honing his skill, and then he brought Caral with him and helped him to know when their space could be manipulated while he held them at the edge of the other dimension. It was something Wendigo would not expect, not even expecting he could break the apparent bounds of the earth.

Inside the orbit of Mercury, a sphere of space distorted. It moved of its own accord for no gravity can affect it. The sphere grew in size and became a fragmented sphere. Within it Aroteh and Caral hover behind the steel sphere within. The surface of the steel glowed red. Wendigo was fighting to get out and would succeed soon.

“Caral, you know what to do,” said Aroteh as he held them on the edge of the other dimension.

Caral distorted the space around the steel sphere making it spin about an imaginary axis. Faster and faster until they could sense the fury of Wendigo within it. Then he pushed the space out. The sphere popped out of the spatial distortion and moved toward the sun. It gained speed quickly, moving through the dark void of space with an acceleration that would take it to the sun in a short time. It began to glow red hot, then particles of melting steel trailed out from behind it as it drew closer to the sun. Caral manipulated the sun’s distortion of space, pulling the sphere toward it with greater force. The sphere suddenly turned to a molten ball of steel and lead, then it exploded into particles, raining down toward the surface. What was inside the sphere had long since burned from existence.

Reunion

As soon as Aroteh placed them back in the desert, they felt it. A presence that had been taken from them long ago. It was weak, barely alive, but it had a power that spoke of the person.

“He is still alive,” Aroteh uttered as he climbed in next to Caral.

“Yes. Can you locate him?”

“Not yet. He’s so weak.”

It feels like he is in China.”

“Or further north. I can’t be sure. Let’s get back to the airport and in the air. Let’s not give anyone a chance to question how the Jeep got abandoned or we traveled without the jet.”

“Yeah, let’s get in the air, then we can take off from the jet. Maybe the higher altitude will help locate him.”

“It won’t, but maybe Uaica will grow stronger, then we can locate him.”

The cave is dark, only a chemical glow emanating from the white crystal that lines one wall. In the center of its wide expanse, the crystal is cracked. The crack widened, then another crack formed along each side of it. There is a spidering of cracks that form until the whole central section broke and fell to the cave floor. For a second, Uaica stood free of the crystal, then he fell to the floor. He is unable to move, and his mind is fractured. He struggled to return to consciousness. Images came to him, flashes of light, then faces he can’t recall. He laid on the floor, paralyzed, the side of his face against the rough stone. He drew in a breath of stale air, then another. The lungs struggled to inflate, then compress. The heartbeat once. Then it beat again. The body warmed and the heart and lungs begin to work slowly.

Uaica rememberd them. Caral and Aroteh; the boys he had called them. He pictured their smiling faces. A night at the city of mounds. A temple in China. He calls out to them.

There is a trembling in the cave, and dust falls from the ceiling. There is a light in the darkness. It moves along the walls and floor. Then he hears voices.

“Uaica!” Caral exclaims and the voices become two young men hovering over him.

Central Park stretched out before them and to either side of it, the city surrounded it. The view from the penthouse apartment never failed to impress Caral as he stood at the window looking down at the expanse of green. Aroteh sat on the large leather sofa looking at the hospital bed positioned on the far side of the room. Uaica laid on it as if asleep. There are no tubes or monitors, for his healing doesn’t require medicines, just time.

It had been two days since their return. The New York Times lay on the coffee table, open to an article about scientists seeing a comet descend toward the sun and blow up. It had been captured by a special telescope NASA utilized for studying it. The image was odd in color, capturing the sun at a certain visible light range showing what appeared to be a small comet descending toward its surface. Neither Caral nor Aroteh had commented on the article, each just smirking while reading the first few paragraphs before moving on to something more interesting.

The doorbell rings and Aroteh looks at Caral in dismay. They are on a secure floor, with an elevator requiring special access to even operate. There is no staff for they didn’t want anyone around while Uaica recuperated.

“I guess I’ll see who’s at the door,” said Caral sarcastically, heading to the door. He went into the long foyer to the large door, looking through the peephole. He sees two men, then the shoulder of another. He tries to sense them, get some kind of read of who they may be, but he gets nothing. He knows they are like Uaica, ancient in years and powerful enough to block Aroteh and him. He swings open the door and see there are four men, middle age in appearance standing in the small corridor. They are well dressed, one even wearing a fedora.

“Can I help you?” asked Caral.

“Yes, we understand Uaica is here. May we see him?” said the man in front.

“Who are you?”

“Oh, forgive us, we are old friends. I’m Nirah, and this is We-llu, and that is Enki and beside him in that ridiculous hat, is Anshar.”

“I guess that explains how you got past security,” said Caral.

“Sorry, but we find all this surveillance and protocol a bit…” said Nirah, hesitating as he sought the correct word.

“Tiring; the word you’re looking for is tiring,” added Enki. “Can we see Uaica now?”

“I guess so. Come on in,” replied Caral, stepping back to allow the men to enter.

Caral followed the four men who seemed to know exactly where they were going. They strolled into the large living-dining room, turning to the right where Uaica lay.

“Oh, Uaica,” uttered We-llu as the four gathered around him.

“I’ve seen you guys before,” said Aroteh coming up to the group.

“You’re Aroteh,” said We-llu, stated as fact.

“Yes, and you’re the statues in that cavern.”

“Yes, we’re the remaining of the original group,” said Enki.

Anshar leaned over Uaica and gently put a hand on his forehead. He leaned closer.

“Uaica, wake up you old fool,” Anshar whispered.

Uaica stirred, there was an exhale then the fluttering of eyelids. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up at Anshar, then over to the other three. He smiled.

“You’re back,” Uaica whispered in a hoarse dry voice.

“Yes. It was time, as you know,” Anshar replied.

Uaica sat in a lounge chair, leaned back, listening the conversation circling around the room. There had been so many questions from Caral and Aroteh, coming out in a rush. It was Nirah who replied to them. He told of their going underground, hiding away for Uaica had saw what would happen if they had not done so. There would have been terrible destruction if they had tried to fight Wendigo, and in the end, none had the power to defeat him. Uaica had seen the alternative path, the one that gave them victory over Wendigo. It would take waiting for centuries, until two came along that did possess powers that could defeat him, but even then Uaica saw centuries would pass. He never could explain why or what the specifics of the events to come, but he saw how thousands of years would pass from the time Wendigo first became corrupt with his power to the time he would finally be defeated in some manner.

“You said you didn’t have the power to defeat Wendigo, but there were five of you,” said Caral.

“There were seven of us. Don’t forget Inana and Shamash,” Uaica whispered.

“We had powers that made the people of our time view us as gods, but…” uttered We-llu, casting a look toward Nirah, then Enki.

“I can read minds but have to touch the person, make a connection to them,” said Nirah, then he looked around the room as he continued. “Uaica is a seer, Anshar can manipulate the weather, We-llu is a healer, Enki could levitate things, and Anshar could call down lightning.”

“Shamash could create light, the most beautiful bright light,” whispered Uaica.

“And Inana could heal a body or take the life from it,” said Nirah.

“She was the one Wendigo feared, the one that could have ended him, so she was the one he attacked. Shamash tried to stop him and ended up getting both of them killed,” said Uaica as tears streamed from his eyes.

“So, you see, Wendigo was the most powerful of the eight of us, and in the end his narcissism made him the most wretched.”

“We needed someone with greater power and time gave us two who had great power.”

Everyone fell silent and one by one they turned their eyes to the skyline of the city all lit up in the night.

“What happens next?” asked Aroteh.

“We live our lives,” said We-llu. He smiled at Aroteh then Caral making the others nod in agreement and smile too.

“What about the things people still do that is evil? Can’t we do something about it?” asked Caral.

“We tried in the past and every time it ended in disaster,” replied Enki.

“I’ve seen some scenarios and he’s right. None end well. We just have to let the passage of time slowly weed out the worst traits, as it has been doing, and hope it happens fast enough to prevent a cataclysmic event,” said Uaica.

“So, we do nothing?” asked Aroteh.

“No, there are times some interference can be done. If I could have told you it was for the better, you could have stopped World War I, and in doing so, prevented World War II, but the others…I’m afraid the cruelty of man had to play out to its end.”

Caral sat up and looked around the room. It was obvious some new question had come to him, and he was eager to gain everyone’s attention.

“Where have you been hiding all this time?” asked Caral.

Enki and We-llu laughed and Nirah smiled at Caral.

“We did much as you have done in the last eighteen hundred years. We hid in plain sight, living different lives in different places around the world,” replied Nirah.

“It’s getting late, and we should call it a night,” said Anshar climbing to his feet. “Uaica, will you come with us when we leave at the end of the week? We have a place for you.”

Uaica sat up and saw the looks from Caral and Aroteh. “I think I’ll start a new life somewhere, if I can get some help getting set up in this new world.”

“Oh, yes, we would love to help you,” Aroteh exclaimed. Caral nodded in agreement.

“It seems a wonderful plan,” said We-llu coming to Uaica and taking his hand. “We’ll be back tomorrow, and we can talk about how to stay in contact now that we don’t have to keep a low profile.”

The others came together, said their goodbyes, and let Aroteh and Caral led them to the door. They made plans for the next day. It made them smile, the mundane nature of their plans.

An Ordinary Life

The cabin was tucked into the mountains in a cove that isolated it from the surrounding regions. A deck cantilevered out from the living area and bedroom, and from its outer reaches one could look down the cover and see the Tasman Sea on the horizon. The cabin had running water and power, but no cellphone or internet therefore making it primitive for most of this modern age. But to Caral and Aroteh it was one of their favorite residences. A place they could be alone where the events unfolding in the world didn’t depress or aggravate them. It allowed them to live peacefully for a time. They spent the days reading, listening to their favorite music, or lounging in bed naked, exhausted from their sex.

It was late evening on this particular day, the sun just above the horizon. Inside the cabin, clothes were strewn across the floor of the living area, leaving a trail to the adjacent bedroom. In the bedroom, with the French doors open to the evening breeze, Aroteh lay on the bed with Caral moving over him. He felt the familiar touches. A caress of fingers. Lips against his skin, and the hot exhales. Then the lips touched his cock, moved along its hard length, wrapped over the head, and let him sink into the warm slick mouth. He shivered and pushed upward.

Soon Caral had his legs held up and spread apart. He felt this ritualistic opening of himself. The spreading of his limbs; he even held his arms out to each side clutching at the bed. Then the penetration with the stretching his opening, then the fullness of Caral inside him. He felt Caral’s movement, the pushing inward then tugging out, over and over. He begged for it, pleaded for him to go faster. The way Caral moved inside him made his own arousal grow intense. He undulated beneath Caral, then clung to the sweating, flexing body. He felt its strength, and its heat. Caral moved down on top of him, pinning his legs against his chest, and he felt the sweat slick torso move against them.

Caral’s first load smeared over his chest and stomach as they fucked once again. They became more animated, more physical, and Caral got on his knees and fucked harder, faster, driving into Aroteh’s depths. The old wood bed rocked beneath them. Its squeaking aligned with their fuck. It spurned them on, none more so than Caral who thrust hard, hips smacking against upturned ass. Then he came again, jerking and shuddering with each ejaculation.

Caral fell on Aroteh, kissing him gently, passionately. He slipped his arms around the muscular body and rolled to his back, bringing Aroteh on top. Long legs wrapped around the narrow waist, he trailed the fingers of his right hand up the stomach and chest.

“Your turn,” Caral whispered, smiling mischievously.

I woke up out of a sound sleep. On a warm night, his uncovered body was facing me. He looked so innocent as he slept. Light from the street washed over his muscular form. It slightly exaggerated the definition I’ve grown accustomed to and love so much. He is still so hot, blonde, smooth, muscular, win a big beautiful cock and balls.

After all these years, I’m so attracted to him. As my eyes washed over his hairless hip, chest and semi-hard cock, I had flashes of exciting times together. I remember the night in Montreal so many years ago, drunk and horny he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild with desire. In that state, I’d do anything. Anything, and he knew it. 

In Montreal he whispered in my ear as he kissed me and started playing with my ass, then my hole. He told me my hole was loose, loose as a whores hole. He asked me how many cocks have shot up my dirty hole, hundreds, thousands? How many have you taken in a night? What’s the biggest? His questions turned Us both on. He loved watching me get fucked hard by random strangers with huge cocks, couples groups of friends he brought to me from a basketball game, Many black or dark and eagerly performing for their friends  The dirtier I was, the more he liked it. He easily stuck his finger inside me. As I remembered these events from year’s ago, I started playing with my nipples, gently as he slept. I thought of waking him but decided not to, not yet. 

I fantisized about that night in Montreal, being controlled by him, a night alone with him excited and afraid as he played with my hole roughly. He said, I love watching you take big fat cocks  up your ass. You want me to get some hung black guys over here to fuck you hard, rough.” I moaned as he called me his pig. My hole flooded with slippery self lubrication. He was proud of his power. It flowed freely from excitement as his fingers stretched and and fucked my willing hole. He pulled out his wet fingers and shoved them in my mouth. “Yea, taste your ass juice you fucking pig” as I sucked, licked and moaned with his fingers in my mouth. He could do anything to me. I trusted him. He knew his control and used it and loved it.

He abruptly shoved his fingers and the tip of his thumb in my hole. He pulled the first couple of inches of his fngers in and out stretching me more and more. Then he pressed further. 

One thing about him that everyone notices, he has wide feet and big wide hands. Maybe his fat cock can be lumped into this category but as he pressed further I imagined how much of his fingers or hand where inside of me. I was feeling full, horny and excited. I remember thinking I will stop him at some point but not yet. It was so good. I didn’t want to be fisted. I didn’t want to enter a world I feared. I was afraid. I was afraid of pain and afraid I’d want more and more. Even though I’ve always been very sexual, I’m kind of a vanilla guy, suck, fuck, quantity but no toys, plugs, fisting.

As I laid there watching him sleep and playing with my nipples remembering that night. I slid a finger into my hungry hole. I pushed it in and out as I remember him pushing his fingers all the way inside me as his knuckles slid in and my ass stretched for his fat hand. He applied incredible pressure, moving back and forth as my ass floated with natural lube to help him move further. He said I was flooded with hot sticky ass lube. “You are hot babe, I want to dump myself in your juices.” His enthusiasm turned me on more and more. I was stretched so far, so full, so good as my sphincter released to let him all the way in. I felt him move past the widest part of his hand and I loved it. I let him stay deep inside me as I felt so full and fulfilled.  Then suddenly  I pushed or pulled his hand out of me. He attempted to push back in but I wouldn’t allow it. Why? Fear. 

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pushed his body on me. He easily slid his cock inside me and put his wet hand over my mouth. We both licked his fingers and tongued as he fucked me ahard. He loved how wet and loose I was. He taunted me for being so stretched out as he slid inside me. He called me whore as he flopped around and told me he could have fit five cock in me at the same time, he shot wads of cum deep inside.

As I moaned remembering that night and continued fucking myself with my finger or three, I looked at his body remembering that night so long ago. He woke. He smiled and climbed on top of me. He was happy to find me wet and ready as he pushed inside. He called me his pig. “What were you thinking about?” I said, “you”, as he fucked me slowly and tenderly. I grabbed his firm ass as he pumped hard and dumped his load inside me. He kissed me and rolled back over, quickly falling back to sleep. 

I played with my ass again, pulled his cum out of my ass, lubed my pole as I jerked off. I came thinking of that night long ago, what if? If I could go back knowing I could do this once and never again, I would have let him fist me longer. I never went so far or close to it again and maybe never will but that night could have been something else. A moment that only happens when you are stripped of all your fear and baggage. The thought of his big hand sliding in and out of my willing hole still leaves me weak. I remember how hot it felt to be so full and out of control. I think of this often. Maybe it’s not to late to try it again.

It has been six months sense Alan Luis Sanchez hooked up with the hottest guy he’s ever been with, Dylan Harper, who was originally involved with a heavily obnoxious girl, and one of Alan’s former clients at Serenity, Teri. The two had been seeing each other for weeks until it was time for Dylan to head back to Virginia to continue his service in the military. For a span of almost two months, they have been face-timing each other for some cybersex as well as sexting; with Alan showing his gorgeous ass that Dylan had the pleasure of boning for weeks before his departure, and Dylan himself showing his enormous cock.

Ultimately, Dylan and Alan had decided to move on. Upon their final discussion, Dylan made the decision to remain in Virginia after serving in the military. Alan was heartbroken, of course, but fully understands Dylan’s choices. Alan had gone months without hooking up with any guys as the area he lived in had still proved to be “hetero-central”. That said, it’s back to an old friend, otherwise known as Papi: The 8 inch dildo.

On the other hand, business has changed and vastly improved at Serenity, the place that Alan has worked in prior to moving to Texas. His friends and managers, Lisa and Dolly, had hired more staff, and they promoted Alan as a Treatment Specialist and Supervisor, despite his part-time status. Furthermore, the workplace had gone through impressive renovations, which made Serenity a two floor Salon and Spa. The additional staff they hired are all females, therefore, Alan remains as the sole male worker.

Sunday morning, Alan had his usual day off from both school and work. It was pretty chilly outside, but Alan did not want to stay in his place all day, so he went to his local park to do some quiet reading. He was sitting on a bench, when he noticed a tall bearded man dropping something from his coat pocket, which happens to be the man’s wallet. Alan was quick grab the wallet and get the man’s attention.

Alan: Excuse me, sir! You dropped something….

???: Oh, wow! Thanks.

Alan: Sure.

The man had sat on the bench a few feet from Alan. Alan could tell from the slightly dirty trench coat he was wearing, the long and untrimmed beard, as well as having somewhat frizzled hair, and heavily damaged backpack, that the man might have been homeless. At the same time, the man looked young, maybe in this late 20’s. As the man had settled down on his bench, he quickly got out his sketch book. Even from a distance, Alan could see some beautiful work as the man turned the pages. Out of curiosity, Alan had approached the man as he prepared to do some sketches.

Alan: Mind if I have a look?

???: Why not? *hands over sketchbook*

Alan: Wow! These are very realistic.

???: What can I say, it’s the benefit of practice.

Alan: So, do you live around here?

???: For now, I have to settle for this park.

Alan: Sorry.

???: It’s alright. Things will get better eventually.

Alan: I’m Alan, by the way.

???: Nice to meet you. I’m Jeff.

Alan: Nice to meet you, Jeff. *flips through sketchbook* Holy!

Jeff: Yeah, I recently sketched parts of this park as well.

Alan: That looks amazing!

Jeff: Thank you. With a little luck, this can lead to me getting back on my feet.

Alan: If you don’t mind my asking, how did you…

Jeff: …become homeless? I did originally had a house and a car that lasted a good few months. They were both purchased through credit. But, some douche managed to get a hold on my identity, and completely ruined my credit. I lost my home and my car was repossessed. Been this way for a few months.

Alan: That’s horrible!

Jeff: Yeah. I could not move into any places around here because you must have good credit. Even my business was destroyed. I was a freelance artist, which was my sole income. Prior to getting kicked out of my house, I had to refund my clients back the money they spent on my commissions since I no longer had a work setting. Um… sorry if I’m giving off too much info here.

Alan: No! That’s perfectly alright. Just can’t believe how vindictive one can be to use your information and put you through this.

Jeff: That’s the world we live in, unfortunately. It can happen to anyone. You can have a lot going for you at age 27, and just like that, it’s all gone.

Alan: You have no family here?

Jeff: No. I have not spoken to my parents for a year. Not very supportive of my life choices as an artist… and among other things.

Alan: Again, Sorry you’re going through this.

Jeff: Thank you. And thanks for letting me know I dropped my wallet. It’s got my debit card inside, my only friend for the time being. But don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. What about you? What do you do?

Alan: I’m in school for message therapy. Plus I work as the part-time supervisor for a Salon and Spa called Serenity.

Jeff: I heard about that place. It once made it’s way on the news.

Alan: Yeah, business has been booming. My managers, Lisa and Dolly who own the place, they also happen to be good friends of mine, although a bit sassy at times.

Jeff: *laughs*

Alan: I gotta go. Stomach’s growling…

Jeff: Yeah, um, I can hear it. *laughs with Alan* Well, it was nice meeting you.

Alan: Likewise. And good luck with everything.

Jeff: Thank you.

The following day, it was business as usual in Serenity. Dolly and Lisa were watching the front desk while Alan was en route to the facility. Jeff, the man Alan met the previous day, decided to show up at the spa. Upon entering the place, Dolly, Lisa, the employees, and the customers present were somewhat appalled upon seeing Jeff and his appearance. Never-the-less, Lisa greeted him.

Lisa: Um, hi there. Can I help you?

Jeff: Hi, does Alan work here? I just wanted to deliver something to him.

Lisa: Yes, um…. *witnesses Alan at the entrance* well, speak of the devil.

Alan: Oh, hi!

Jeff: Hi, sorry for popping in like this, but I figured I wanted you to have this. *hands over drawing over to Alan*

Alan: The drawing of the park! Are you sure?

Jeff: Yeah, it’s yours if you like to have it. I’ve got plenty of paper, and of course, I can draw another one. My way of saying thank you for admiring my work and the pleasant conversation.

Alan: Thanks. That’s really sweet.

After Jeff leaves Serenity, Alan would immediately receive awkward stares from Dolly and Lisa…. along with everyone else present.

Dolly: Okay everyone! Nothing to see here! Get back to doing what you were doing!
After business had concluded for the evening, Lisa and Dolly were eager to know about Alan’s new “friend”. Alan had spoken to them about Jeff and how their discussion went at park.

Lisa: Wow, that’s so sad.

Alan: I know, right?

Dolly: These days, whenever your credit goes down the toilet, there are places to look into to get back on track, but I guess it’s when you only do so in advance.

Alan: Just look at this! *showing Lisa and Dolly Jeff’s sketch*

Lisa: He’s definitely talented. Didn’t you say he’s staying at that park for the time being?

Alan: Yeah, why?

Lisa: Oh, sweetheart, there’s a serious weather advisory warning that was just made today. This cold weather is going to get much worse; severe winter storm in the next few days. Guaranteed.

Alan: Oh, no! Jeff says he’s been homeless for only a few months, and I don’t think he’ll be prepared for this.

Lisa: There’s no shelter he can stay in?

Dolly: No, the next shelter is, like, miles away.

Alan: God, this sucks! You know what? Fuck it, I’m gonna help him out.

Lisa: How?

Alan: I’m going to invite him to stay with me.

Lisa: Seriously? You just met the guy.

Alan: Hmm… I guess that makes things more exciting.

Lisa: Falling for the baby blues again, huh?

Alan: It’s not about that! I just have this feeling that I really should help him.

Lisa: Aww! Bless your heart.

Dolly: I have a feeling too.

Alan: Which is?

Dolly: Beneath the “hobo” exterior, no offense, I believe he’s a work of art himself.

Lisa: What do you mean?

Dolly: Oh, you’ll see. Provided if Alan can get him here tomorrow. The sooner the better.

Alan: Well, there is a chance classes might be canceled tomorrow, so I guess it’ll be all up to Jeff. But what are you gonna…?

Dolly: Trust me, honey, if all goes well… try not to drool.

The following Tuesday, Alan had once again found Jeff in the same park as before, working on his usual sketching.

Alan: Hey Jeff.

Jeff: Hey, Alan. How’s everything?

Alan: Great. And again, thank you for the drawing. I manage to get a frame for it.

Jeff: Nice!

Alan: Hey listen, do you know about what’s going on with the weather?

Jeff: Well, it’s definitely been getting colder.

Alan: Um… it’s gonna get worse. A lot worse from what I heard last night. Heavy snowstorm.

Jeff: Wow. In Texas of all places.

Alan: Yes, indeed. Which is why I’d like for you to stay at my place, at least until the storm passes.

Jeff: Oh, Alan that’s very thoughtful, but I don’t won’t to burden you….

Alan: It’s not a problem. There are no shelters nearby, and I live in a two-bedroom apartment with one room pretty much guest room, so I think this is the best option.

Jeff: I don’t know how I’m going to repay you…

Alan: There is one thing, though. If you’re up to it.

Jeff: What is it?

Alan: My manager Dolly, she said she wants you to come to the spa. Apparently, she wants to help as well.

Jeff: O….kay. I guess I can do that. *snowflakes starts to fall* Oh god. It started.

Alan: Yeah I think we should get going.

Alan drove Jeff to Serenity. The two had no idea what Dolly had planned for Jeff, but as they entered the spa, they were immediately greeted by Lisa and Dolly, and this time, they were all smiles as if they were excited to see Jeff.

Jeff: Hello, ladies.

Dolly: Well, hello, Jeff. Seems you made it just in time.

Jeff: Yeah, it started snowing.

Alan: That said, Dolly, care to fill us in what you have in mind for Jeff?

Dolly: Absolutely. So Jeff, you will come to know that I am an artist as well, and you are my canvas.

Alan: Seriously, Dolly!

Jeff: *chuckles* Don’t worry, it’s fine.

Dolly: Just hear me out. So, I have taken the liberty of bringing you this outfit; a pair of short sleeve velvet blue button shirt with a white t-shirt to go underneath, with dark jeans and a pair of black boots which I hope matches your size.

Jeff: Wow, you picked this out for me?! I don’t know what to say!

Lisa: Oh, sweety. We are just getting started.

Dolly: That’s right. Follow me to the spa area downstairs, please.

Since Dolly took Jeff downstairs where the spa section is located. Over two hours has passed. Alan was worried since it was really coming down with snow outside. The other staff could have left anytime, but were curious to see what Dolly had in store for Jeff. Finally, after much anticipation, Dolly returned to the main Salon area.

Dolly: Ladies and gentleman! Presenting the new and improved Jeff Austin!

Jeff stood out with a fresh new look, courtesy of Dolly’s work, leaving everyone, especially Alan, stunned. Jeff looked absolutely gorgeous; thick yet perfectly trimmed brunette hair, freshly shaved face, complemented by a diamond earring on his left ear. The clothing Dolly picked out for Jeff was indeed a perfect for him. As an added bonus, since the shirt Jeff was wearing was short-sleeved, it revealed parts of his muscular biceps.

After Jeff stood out, everyone applauded causing Jeff to smile, and it was certainly a bright smile. Alan was completely smitten. Jeff looked at Alan, and decided to approach him.

Jeff: So, uh, what do you think?

Alan: S-Seriously, I uh, can barely move…. you look beyond amazing!

Jeff: *laughs*

Dolly: Well, you should snap out of it honey, because you have a ten minute drive home, and speaking of which… ALRIGHT EVERYONE! You can admire my handy-work just a little bit more, but just a little bit, because it’s really coming down and it’s just about time to wrap it up. So.. admire and then leave.

Lisa: Fuck, Dolly! He’s the most gorgeous guy ever thanks to you.

Dolly: Told you I was an artist.

Lisa: I remember when that Dylan guy came over regularly coming in the top spot for the most gorgeous guys to ever step foot in here with dear Alan coming in second, but this guy…

Dolly: You’re so silly. But I know what you mean. Damn, we seriously need to get boyfriends.

Lisa: Well, I was thinking… with Jeff….

Dolly: No, hun, Jeff’s gay.

Lisa: Now, how would …? Wait! He told you?!

Dolly: Yep. And he wants Alan. That part he did not tell me, but it’s easy to notice.

Lisa: What the mother-fucking-fuck! How is it that Alan always gets the hot guys who come here.

Dolly: Not always. Most of the guys who come here are our clients after all.

Lisa: You know what I meant!

Alan: Is everything alright, here?

Dolly and Lisa: Yeah.

Alan: Dolly, you did an amazing job for Jeff. I mean, you said not to drool when I see him… and I failed.

Dolly: Thanks. I, of course, will consider that as a positive reception to my handy-work. But we really have to get going. The snow is intensifying.

Alan: Right. *turns to Jeff* We really have to get going.

Lisa: Alright, everyone! Whatever you have to put away, save it for when we get back! Focus now is to leave and get home safely.
8pm. The winter snowstorm was in full effect. Alan and Jeff had arrived in Alan’s apartment just in time.

Alan: Finally, we made it!

Jeff: Oh, yeah. This is a nice place.

Alan: Thanks. Enjoying the cheap amount of rent while I still can.

Jeff: *looks out the window* Jesus!

Alan: I know. So much snow. Good thing we have heat inside. *shows Jeff the framed drawing* And here it is. It’s made a great edition to the living room.

Jeff: Oh, Wow! Love the frame.

Alan: Yep, Sigson’s Frames are the best.

Jeff: Say, I know I just got cleaned up at the spa, but would you mind if I took just another quick shower?

Alan: Not at all. Help yourself. There should be some fresh towels in there. I’m going to put on some Blu Ray. Hope you like Star Wars.

Jeff: Original trilogy?

Alan: You got it.

Jeff: Fuck Yeah! I won’t take long.

Alan had sat on the couch watching Star Wars, Episode 4. Ten minutes into the film, he could hear the shower knob turn, and Jeff was done. As Jeff made his way back into the living room, he was drying his hair, allowing Alan have a clear solid look at Jeff’s body. For someone who had been homeless for a few months, Jeff had an amazing body. Huge pecs that was slightly hair, and pubic hair that extended to the lower abdomen; not trimmed but that certainly was not an issue at all. It’s as if he never missed a day in the gym. “Sweet mother of God!” That was the reaction in Alan’s head. He quickly went into the kitchen to get a bottle of water to cool off, which makes an interesting concept given the continued winter storm outside.

As the night progressed, Jeff had already dried himself off and had worn the Jeans and T-shirt Dolly had given him earlier and sat on the couch to watch the film. Alan, at this point, had already decided to take a shower himself. He entered the living room in his bathrobe.

Alan: So, how’s everything so far?

Jeff: It’s been great. Again, I can’t thank you enough for this.

Alan: No problem. *sits on the couch next to Jeff*

Hours later….

Alan: Well, I need to get some sleep. Eyes are getting heavy.

Jeff: It’s 2 in the morning, I didn’t even realize.

Alan: You’re welcome to stay up, and again, I do have a second bedroom in case you want to call it a night.

Jeff: Awesome. Thanks a million.

Alan: Of course. Good night.

Jeff: Night.

At approximately 3:30pm, Alan had woke up to grab another bottle of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen. Given the sounds of the refrigerator opening, he could tell Jeff was already in there, who was getting a bottle of water. The sounds of footsteps suggested that Jeff was exiting the kitchen. As Jeff left, he was startled by Alan. Alan was not expecting what he saw, and was in utter shock; Jeff was completely naked! It was only for a moment before looking away, but he could momentarily see the what was flopping between Jeff’s legs, 6 inches…. soft. Jeff quickly covered his manhood.

Jeff: Oh, god! I had no idea. I’m so sorry. I was hoping to get a quick grab of water before jetting back.

Alan: No it’s fine! I’m sorry for the jump-scare, and catching you like this.

Jeff: It’s alright, as you can see, I normally sleep naked *chuckles*

Alan: *laughs*

Jeff: I guess I should get back to bed.

Alan: Sure. Again, sorry.

Jeff: No worries. Good Night.

Alan: Night.

Alan went back to bed, but had trouble sleeping after what he had just witnessed. He laid on his bed, in his briefs, thinking just how unbelievably gorgeous Jeff is now. Even Dylan has never got him hot and bothered prior to their first time together. Alan used his left hand to feel inside his underwear and began massaging his dick. Just as he was feeling the sensation, there was a knock at the door.

Jeff: Hey Alan, are you still awake?

Alan: *covers himself in blankets* Yeah, come on in.

Upon the invite, Jeff enters Alan’s room…. fully nude still.

Alan: Well, hello, naked stranger.

Jeff: Hey, uh… I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me, and I hope I’m not out of line for what I really been wanting to do.

Alan: Which is?

Jeff approached Alan on his bed. He leaned down to kiss Alan. The two would proceed to passionately make out as Jeff removed Alan’s underwear. They both continued to kiss while on the bed with both of their cocks at full attention. Jeff’s dick was enormous…. growing up to 9.5 inches. The next step was taken as Alan asked Jeff to relax in the middle of the bed as he went to work by sucking off Jeff. He licked the shaft of Jeff’s dick, before going full oral.

Jeff: Wow! You’re pretty good at this.

Alan: I guess it helps that I don’t have a gag reflex. Especially for a massive one like this!

Alan, just like Dylan, had absolutely no problems swallowing the impressive inches on Jeff. His favorite bit was licking Jeff’s large set of balls that caused Jeff to heavily breath and moan.

Alan: Think, um, you’re up to taking the next step?

Jeff: Yeah! Of course, but, are you sure you can….

Alan: Yep. The benefits of experience.

It was Alan’s turn to lay in the middle of the bed, only he assumed a missionary position, holding his legs and spreading his ass apart, and Jeff excitedly prepared to fuck him. Slowly, but surely, Jeff has almost his entire schlong inside Alan, causing the latter gasp, and moan, but with a strong hint of ecstasy. Jeff began thrusting in and out of Alan, but twenty seconds in, and Jeff has a problem: it’s been many months since he had sex, and jerking off in public during his homeless situation was never an option. At this point, he was about to cum very early. He tried to mentally hold it in, but it was no use. His breathing got even heavier, and before you know it, he let out loud moans as he came right into Alan.

Alan: Did you just…?

Jeff: I’m sorry. It’s just that… it’s been months.

Alan: No, don’t worry about it. I’m glad that relieved some of the tension.

Jeff: Given how hard it is still, I just might have more tension to release.

Alan: Then let’s not delay.

With the both of them going another round, Alan positioned himself doggy-style on the edge of the bed, and Jeff, of course, penetrated him further. This time, Jeff was lasting a good while, and Alan, the enthusiastic bottom he is, loved every minute of it. The thrusting, the moaning, the sweating, the kissing; it was all the makings of perfect sex between the two. Jeff’s dick was hitting all the right spots, and Alan, still on the edge of the bed, blew a huge amount of cum on the floor. Jeff warned Alan he was going to cum again, and Alan got on his knees and decided to have Jeff cum in his mouth this time. Jeff, drenched in sweat, saw his dick twitch as he released his second load in Alan’s mouth. Alan would have a hug smile on his cum-covered face followed by Jeff planting another kiss on Alan. As their orgasms had faded, the two had taken the time to relax on Alan’s bed.

Jeff: That…. was… fucking… awesome! Pun intended. *laughs*

Alan: *laughs*

Jeff: I know all this is sudden, but, I’m just ecstatic from everything that’s happen tonight.

Alan: Listen, Jeff, I know we just met, but, given everything that’s happened, I would love for you to live here with me. At least until you get back on your feet.

Jeff: If it’s not too imposing, I’d like that a lot.

Alan and Jeff concluded their first encounter together with one more passionate kiss for the evening. As it happens, Jeff’s stay at Alan’s apartment, would become more of a permanent stay. Jeff became Alan’s boyfriend. Furthermore, Jeff got his art business back and has successfully taken measures in restoring his credit and protecting his identity. Not a single day goes by when the two work their busy schedules, that they are itching to get back to each other, ready to meet between the sheets once more. So long, “Papi” the dildo.

I am a transman. I will not bore you with all the details of this condition nor give you a detailed anatomical life history. If you are unfamiliar with my situation, then google it.

My formative years got spent in a small town where I was initially considered a tomboy. Later, during my high school years, the possibility that I could become a lesbian got considered. When parents came to understand my situation and took me to see the appropriate experts, no one knew about my hormone treatments to deal with my ‘dilemma.’ As one would imagine, these were difficult years, but somehow I muddled through them. It was clear to me that not only did I want to be a man, but that I was attracted to them.

I was greatly relieved upon finally attending a faraway college after school. My life did not become much easier, but at least I was finally able to live as a man.

As one would imagine, however, this was complicated. I was not able to shower with the males nor understandably, able to use a urinal. As you would imagine, I had to be very cautious and could not expose myself to even the most appealing individuals at college.  

After jumbling through varsity, where I am pleased to report I did have a few discrete sexual encounters at some of the more remote pubs, I finally settled into a pleasant existence when I commenced working. By now, I had also fully realized that overtly masculine guys were my preference.

Despite my masculine lifestyle, I was, mostly seen by everyone as being gay. ‘You’re just too pretty to be a real man,’ became the universal assessment by most people who engaged me.

Understandably, I again, as at college, lived a double life. In my social life, I was content to interact as a man, albeit being considered gay. In my private life, I again trolled the more remote pubs. I also gave vent to my sexual proclivities by exposing my sexuality to anonymous men. There were the few who freaked out when I explained that I was a transman. In most cases, however, the intrigue of my ‘disposition’ proved to be rather alluring. I was also rather fortunate that I never got into a confrontational situation due to my bizarre status quo.

My highest success was with bi-curious men and quite often, I got propositioned to have a scene with a man and his girlfriend. This scenario did not appeal to me at all because I had no lesbian inclinations.

At this point in my life, I decided to join a gym. I was not a fitness fanatic but reasoned that keeping in shape could do me no harm. The gym I joined operated from five a.m. until nine p.m. daily. I always hated getting up early and decided that I would rather visit the gym after eight in the evenings. This arrangement suited me because the gym was empty by then, and I could deal with the change rooms far more comfortably.

With far fewer men around, I was also able to take advantage of the glorious steam room at the gym, which I adored. Naturally, I would have to do so with a towel around my waist.

On my three visits a week, I shortly encountered a magnificent male specimen who was heavily into bodybuilding. Esau, as I would come to know, was the embodiment of masculinity. What made him even more stunning was the shroud of tattoos that blanketed his entire frame. As if that was not enough, Esau also had an uncut dick like a donkey that he proudly allowed to hang between his open legs as he relaxed in the steam room.   

By the time I got to the steam room after eight-thirty, Esau and I were generally the last two occupants. Fascinated as I was, I did my best not blatantly stare at the treasure trove displayed between his muscular thighs. I was relieved that I did not have a cock, and therefore, had nothing to try to hide under my towel. My pussy, however, juiced with gratification as I stole glances. I surveyed every inch of his magnificence, from his enormous broad feet to his thick manly fingers. My daily voyeurism became like a fix to a junkie, and I could not wait for my next injection of lust.

For the first few weeks, we never communicated. It was, therefore, alarming one evening when this god finally spoke to me.

“Hi, I’m Esau,” he said.

“Oh, I am… Daryl,” I retorted in shock.

“Daryl, this is none of my business, and if you find me offensive, I apologize in advance… You always have a towel around your hips. Why is that?” he added with a smile, before continuing, “Are you uncomfortable being naked?”

“Yes… Have you ever heard of AIS?” I then boldly replied, chancing my luck after weeks of frustration.

“Huh… What’s that?” Esau asked with a puzzled frown.   

“Androgen insensitivity syndrome,” I answered.

“Fuck… That sounds complicated; what does it mean?” Esau countered.

After I rose to my feet and before departing, I looked at him and impishly dared, “Google it.” 

Seconds later, Esau joined me in the change room.

“Fuck… If I have offended you, I am sorry,” he pleaded.

As I now removed my towel, his eyes focussed on my crotch. With his eyes spinning in his head, he cried out, “Jesus… I thought you might be cock shy, but… You don’t have one!” he exclaimed.

I laughed inwardly at his honest faux pas.

“Is… That a real pussy?” he innocently blurted.     

 “Yes, I am a transman, a man with a pussy,” I countered.

“But… Is that possible?” Esau stammered.

“Yes, apparently, I’m one of those 0.1 percent people in the world,” I answered with a laugh.

“Shit… Can I take you for a drink because I want to hear all about this,” Esau enthusiastically responded.

After agreeing, we both put on our tracksuits before I followed him outdoors.

“Follow me,” he said as he climbed onto his motorbike.

On the short journey, I was both nervous and excited. Much as I found Esau gorgeous, this was not a done deal, and I reminded myself that he was possibly just curious.

After we entered the pub, however, his demeanour toward me changed. I began to feel like a girl on a date as he began doting on me. Over the next twenty minutes, as I gave him the lowdown on my situation, he was mesmerized. Along with his fascination, a growing lust began intoxicating me. As his sexy hands moved around the table as he frequently embraced his beer bottle, all I could think about was the sight of his hand around his cock. 

In summation, Esau eventually said, “So, no babies or periods.”

I found this very amusing and began to laugh before he joined in.

“So, Daryl, what was your former name?” he asked.

“Darryl, with the extra R,” I answered.

Esau now looked at me pensively before he asked, “So… What are your plans in life?”

“To live as a man and be happy,” I answered.

“But what about marriage?” he countered.

“Well, I can’t have kids, and I am happy being a man, so I have no plans for that,” I concluded.

“Mmm, but that could be complicated. I mean, if you do marry one day, your husband might not be happy being considered a ‘gay man,’ he challenged.

“That is a long way off, Esau. I’ll deal with that if and when it arises,” I answered, before continuing, “But, that enough about me. Now I want to hear your history,” I countered.

I was not astounded when he told me about his ultraconservative religious upbringing. With a name like Esau, that was not surprising. In conclusion, he told me that he and his folks were estranged and that with all his tattoos and etcetera, his father saw him as the Antichrist.

“Does that make you sad?” I questioned.

“Nah… It is what it is,” Esau resignedly replied.

“So, do you want to marry and have kids?” I asked.

“That is a long way off,” he mischievously answered, echoing my earlier answer.

Much as I was dying to have sex with him, I decided to show discretion and said, “Listen, buddy, I need to go home. I had a heavy day and need an early night.”

This was a lie, and I needed to have something to eat, having skipped lunch that day. Additionally, I reasoned that a bit of restraint would make me more alluring.

A flash of disappointment crossed his face at my revelation, and it was as if his eyes were willing me to stay.

“Oh, okay,” he replied, before adding, “So… I’ll see you at the gym?”

“Sure,” I answered before departing.

That night in bed, I had a difficult time trying to fall asleep. The excitement of my evening soon had my fingers excitedly strumming my pussy. With three fingers eventually spearing into my snatch, all I could think about was Esau’s enormous cock ramming into me.

Although I had no plans to visit the gym the following evening, I was very tempted to do so. With great control, I did not.

The following day, however, my heart lifted as I saw him hard at work when I got busy on my first of five disciplines.

When I got to the cardio-cycling machine, Esau sauntered over to me. There was nobody in proximity.

“Hi, how are you?” he asked as my legs hurriedly did their thing.

“Fine,” I answered as I slowed down.

Next, Esau extended his hand before enclosing it around my fingers. I had never had physical contact before with him, and his touch sent a bolt of electricity through me. This deed got enhanced further by the tender look in his eyes.

“Will I see you in the steam room? He asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Cool, don’t take too long,” he answered before heading for the change room.

When I entered the steam room, he was sitting in his customary position. The only difference was that his cock appeared semi-erect and even more impressive than usual.

“Remove your towel and sit next to me, baby,” he instructed in a gravelly tone.

“But what about the other patrons?” I nervously questioned.

“I’m an old hand in this gym and know everyone. There is nobody left that uses the steam room,” Esau replied self-assuredly, as he tapped the seat next to him.

After I sat, he leaned over and kissed me. As I tried to pull away in surprise, his bulky hand cupped my head and anchored my head to his whim. Esau was not a gentle kisser, and his kneading lips and lashing tongue quickly set the pace for our rigorous oral encounter. It was heavenly!

“I am sorry that I am acting like a randy dog, but all I have been able to think about for the past two days is you,” he grunted before again attacking my mouth ardently before I could respond.

The melee that followed was glorious as my body got forcibly lowered back onto the slatted bench in the steam room. Esau’s head then zeroed in on my pussy. Duplicating as his lips and tongue action, as he went ballistic on my snatch. Although I did not have female breasts, this did not stop him from vigorously tweaking my nipples simultaneously.

I gaped like a fish out of water because his double stimulation was incredible. Esau muffed me as if he was seeing pussy for the first time.

“Fuck, I cannot believe I am eating pussy in the steam room,” he gasped before again suctioning onto my cunt. I was in ecstasy as I clamped onto his shaved head.   

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Esau rose and presented his dick to my mouth.

‘Jesus, this thing is fuckin’ huge,’ I thought, as my lips began to nibble on his foreskin.

With his left hand behind my head and his right hand cupping the bottom of my jaw, Esau made it clear what he wanted next. When his fat knob commenced force-feeding my mouth, I began to think that was jaw was about to dislocate.

“Eat my fuckin’ meat,” he intoned, vigorously assailing my mouth. 

Much as my jaw was straining, I let him use my mouth as he saw fit. After a minute or two of our session, we got a reality check, as a voice from outside the steam room boomed that the gym would be closing in ten minutes.

We both darted off to the change room instantly and began to dress.

As we did so, Esau looked at me and commanded, “This is far from over. As we leave, you will follow me home.”

“Where do you live,” I meekly questioned.

“Close by,” was all he proffered.

When we got to his place, he pulled into his garage and instructed me to leave my vehicle on the driveway.

Once inside, Esau did not indulge in welcoming niceties before being frogmarched toward the bedroom. After our tracksuits vanished off our bodies, before being flung onto the bed for his next cunnilingus savouring. It was clear that my enlarged clit appealed to him enormously. Esau’s, spirited lip action as he tormented my man in the boat in a hurricane of saliva was breathtaking.  

When Esau finally moved up my torso before inserting his cock, my bloated sailor got flogged vigorously before his animated entry. With his hips in full cry as he hovered on outstretched arms, I yelped as my cunt got badgered by his oversized phallus. I had never experienced anything close to this before and whimpered like a virgin on her wedding night.

“You’re fuckin’ incredible. No PMS, no pregnancy worries, just tight delight,” he gushed as he plowed into me. I’m going to fuck you all night,” Esau growled, as my legs got spread as wide open as my joints would allow.

Watching his animalistic undulations was riveting as he hammered into me, especially with the escalating moistness of his excited frame.

As Esau began to grunt, the harshness of his thrusting reached a fever pitch when his primordial dance became hectic.

“Oh, fuck, yes, you little bitch, now I’m going to flood you with my spunk,” he growled.

“Ah, Ah, Aah, Aaah,” he roared as his jizz flooded my cunt.   

After collapsing on top of me, he groaned, “You do realize that this is no one-off thing. Daryl, your pussy now belongs to me.”

I was in ecstasy!

We did have a relationship after this. Initially, it was easy but became more difficult after a short while. With Esau already alienated from his family, the familial association was not the issue in that regard. Explaining our relationship with friends, however, proved more difficult. Much as I loved him, when he suggested that I revert to being a woman, I made it clear that this was not an option.

Fortunately, one by one, his friends were enlightened and appeared to be cool with it. Oddly, after that, my only problem was keeping some of his friends at bay when Esau was not around. I regularly got fingered by one or the other and was often quite tempted to go all the way, but always refrained from doing so because Esau was enough for me.  

The future possibility of an orgy, however, constantly played on my mind. 

The two hour drive from Eugene to Portland was pretty familiar to us. I lived several years in Eugene before meeting my boyfriend Cody l, who lived in Portland. We’d been living together a while. However I still had several friends in Eugene we would drive down often to visit. Most of the time on the trip we would put on a podcast and set our brains to autopilot, just trying to get the drive over with and be home. This drive was a little bit different.

We hopped into my car, Cody in the drivers seat. I rubbed his leg and glanced over at him. He smiled over at me with the cutest smile ever and put his eyes back in the road. I took a moment to look him up and down, landing on his thighs. Today he was wearing a loose pair of black cotton shorts, the kind you normally would just wear around the house on a lazy day. My gaze moved up to his crotch and it looked… huge. Cody had a big dick. 10 inches and thick like a beer bottle. And the thin material of the shorts didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.

As the miles went by, I kept rubbing his leg, moving my hand further up his leg. I expected to feel his boxers. I really liked running my hand under them. But I didn’t find any.

“Did you freeball today?” I asked. Normally that was something I did. In fact, I was only wearing a pair of grey sweat shorts sans underwear.

“Huh?” Cody was zoning out, driving.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

“Oh… yeah, I’m wearing these.” Cody pulled down his shorts enough for me to see he was wearing a pair of briefs. He didn’t normally wear briefs because, well, his dick didn’t fit well. I’d often catch him with the tip of his penis sticking out of the top or the sides of his briefs. In fact the ones he was wearing this day were barely containing him. It was stuffed, shaft off to the side, the clear outline of the head pointing at me, asking me to play.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked me, pulling his shorts back up.

I swallowed, the memory of his huge cock playing in my mind. “Just… ah… just curious.”

We drove in silence for a few miles, my own dick growing hard as I rubbed his thigh again.

“I’m freeballing.” I admitted.

“Oh?” He paused. “Let me see.”

I pulled my shorts down a bit, my 7 inch dick spring to attention the instant it was released. Cody licked his lips, glancing at my cock while he drove. I started playing with it, jerking myself as I watched Cody squirm in the drivers seat. I saw the head of his cock peaking out from behind the waste band of his shorts. I reached over with my left hand, still jerking my dick in my right. As I pulled out his hard dick, Cody moaned a little.

Sometimes the size of his dick will still surprised me. I’m not a small guy, but my hands still only covered about half of him. Holding his shaft was like holding a White Claw. I played with both of our cocks. I could hear Cody breathing heavily, wanting to enjoy the hand job but desperately trying to keep the car on the highway. I pulled my shorts down further and they dropped to my ankles. I wanted to be able to play with my balls and tease my hole. As I tugged at my balls, Cody reached over and started jerking my dick. I moaned and closed my eyes and started fingering my hole.

This went on for about a mile. I opened my eyes and looked out my window. A large truck was keeping pace in the lane next to us. I could see the trucker staring down at us, one hand on the wheel and the other doing something I couldn’t see but could definitely imagine. He met my eyes and winked at me. I looked over at my boyfriend, who also noticed the trucker. Cody have me a devilish smile that sent chills down my body. I needed his dick before we got home. We had always fantasized about pulling off some highway to fuck, this seemed like the perfect day to do it. There was a rest stop about halfway between Eugene and Portland that had a dirt road that leading you away from the rest stop down to quiet spot by a river. It was gorgeous and somewhat remote. I always thought it would be an ideal spot to mess around.

“Let’s speed up and pull off at the rest stop. I need that cock in my mouth.”

Cody usually drove like a geriatric, but the thought of me getting his dick wet gave him a lead foot. We sped passed the trucker and in about five minutes we were pulling through the rest stop and coming to a stop by the river.

“Damn it.” I saw what Cody was upset about. We weren’t the only ones who thought about hanging out at this spot. A big group of people gathered around a couple trucks, laughing and passing around hydro flasks, probably not filled with water. As Cody stuffed his enlarged penis back into his briefs I noticed a trail just ahead of our car leading into the woods.

“Let’s see if we can get some privacy down that trail,” I offered. As we got out of the car, I locked eyes with one of the guys in the group, a bro-ish dude in board shorts, a white tank top and backwards cap. He gave me a nod and turned back to his friends and Cody and I went down the trail.

After a few minutes of exploring, the sounds of the group dissipated and we found a nice clearing. We could have gone a little further but we couldn’t handle ourselves. Our dicks were still hard and needed to be let out. Cody and I started making out. My hands quickly found their way to his cock, which was already out. I pulled mine out and rubbed the two dicks together.

Cody leaned into me and whispered “get on your knees.” Ever the pleaser, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. The shaft filled my mouth with plenty left for my hand to grasp and slowly massage the base. I always try take all of his dick, pushing it against the entrance of my throat. It’s just a little too much for me and it makes me choke. That doesn’t keep me from trying again and again though. At this point my shorts were around my knees and my free hand was taking turns playing with my dick and teasing my hole. I’m a little disappointed we didn’t plan this better. Neither of us had any lube and I would have loved to have my boyfriend pound my ass in this clearing in the woods.

I pulled my mouth off the dick to take a deep breath and heard rustling behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and standing on the other side of the clearing was the bro-ish guy. Who knows how long he was standing there, we were both too involved in this blow job I was giving Cody. It must have been a while because his dick was out, hard as a rock and he was recording us on his cell phone.

I looked up at Cody, certain he would want to leave. But he had that same devilish grin on his face he had on the highway when the truck driver was watching us. “Looks like we have an audience,” he said. “Might as well put on a good show.”

He shifted so he was leaning on a fallen log. I pulled my shirt off and let my shorts drop around my ankles. I got back to servicing my boyfriend. At this angle I could watch the bro while I was sucking. He kept filming us, slowly playing with his dick. Cody’s head was back, eyes closed as I sucked him off. The situation had me turned on and soon I had two of my fingers two knuckles deep in my hungry hole.

Another person appeared in the clearing. It was the trucker that was spying on us earlier. He was a little older, bearish with salt and pepper hair all over his body. He was wearing a sleeveless flannel that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest and tucked into a pair of tight jeans. Based on his bulge he could probably give my boyfriend a run for his money. The trucker walked over to the bro and stared down at his cell phone, watching the recording of me and Cody. In no time he had his sizable dick in one hand while the other teased his nipples. Bro looked up at the trucker, their eyes met for a moment. There was a silent exchange and the bro put away his phone and took the trucker’s cock in his hand. Trucker looked over at me, winked, and then grabbed the bro’s face, going in for a rough kiss. They made out, dicks in each other’s hands while I tried to take more of Cody down my hungry throat.

“I should have known you’d be back here,” said a new voice. A third person came into our clearing. He could have been the bro’s twin. They were probably boyfriends or something because the guy walked right up to the bro and the trucker and joined, the three a mess of locked lips and wandering hands. Before I knew it they were all shirtless and the bro’s boyfriend was on his knees sucking on two cocks.

I pulled back from Cody in a state of disbelief. Before I could catch myself I said, “This is the hottest thing ever.”

“It’s about to get hotter,” my boyfriend told me as he motioned for me to get up. He turned me around and pushed my back so I was bent over, my ass presenting to him like a gift. I was unashamedly proud of my ass. Cody would go on and on about how it was the best ass in Portland. He got up from his log and crouched down, putting his face between my cheeks. I felt his tongue penetrate my hole and felt a wave of ecstasy run down my body. My eyes rolled back and I closed them, wanting to feel my boyfriends tongue going in and out of my hungry hole. It was the best feeling ever. He teased my hole, licking my taint, and played with my dick. I could feel myself opening up bit by bit as he worked my ass.

The bro’s were too involved with pleasuring the trucker. The first one was focusing on the truckers pits and nips while the boyfriend was on his knees still, rotating between the two cocks in front of him. The trucker couldn’t keeps his eyes off me and Cody though. I smiled and gave him a wink like he given me earlier. At this point I felt some pressure against my wet hole. Cody had stood up and was probing my ass with his huge cock.

I’m a pretty talented bottom. I’ve always gotten good reviews. I usually can take all of Cody’s 10 inches, but it usually takes at least a little lube to get started. As he pushed the tip of his penis in, I tried to ready myself for a little bit of pain. My hole had other plans. I’m not sure if it was because Cody got it so wet eating me out or if the entire situation had gotten me so ready for my boyfriends massive dick but my hole opened right up and Cody eased himself in.

Cody got into a steady rhythm and started giving my ass the pounding I was truly craving. My dick was hard, hitting up against my stomach matching the beat of my boyfriend’s balls slapping against my ass cheeks. I looked up and now both of the bro’s were on their knees, the trucker’s huge cock between their lips. The trucker was still focused on me and Cody. He clearly was enjoying watching us.

After several minutes of pounding my ass, Cody nearly shouted “I think I’m going to cum.” I loved taking his load up my ass but something about performing for these other guys have me a thought. I pulled off Cody’s cock and quickly turned around, crouching under him just in time for a huge load to shoot out. It came out in several spurts, landing on my face and all over my chest. I could feel my own load swelling in my dick and I leaned back so I shot mine all over myself. Our cum mixed in the hairs of my chest and Cody, not missing a beat, took some with his fingers and put them in my mouth so I could taste our mingling loads. I stood up and gave my boyfriend a deep kiss, sharing our cum between our tongues.

“Fuck! That was hot boys.” The trucker shouted over to us. The bro and his boyfriend were looking up at us, smiles on their faces and dicks in their hands. Cody and I smiled as we pulled up our shorts and I grabbed my shirt from the ground. We could hear the threesome going at it again as we walked down the trail, back to our car.

We sat in the car and sighed at the same time. Cody looked over at me and smiled. “Maybe we should plan on stopping here a little more often?”

Just then my phone vibrated. Somebody was airdropping a picture. I must have been from the bro. In the picture I could see his dick in his boyfriends mouth. The boyfriend was fully naked, back on the dirt. The trucker’s cock was embedded in the boyfriend’s ass. I could see the trucker’s face, looking into the camera, giving me a wink.

This story takes places while Benjie was in high school and while he was visiting his father. Remember Benjie’s parents are divorced. 

One Night

The clank of the heavy metal weight bar hitting the steel rack of the bench is heard echoing throughout the weight room. The metallic sound bounces off the mirrored walls which form the four-corners of the walled room. There are only four men in the small storefront gym. Ethan and his childhood friend, Ware, are among those in the small gym.

“Ware, can I get a spot from you?” Ethan asks.

Ware is an old buddy from school. It had been years since we had seen each other.

Ethan had left town years ago, moved off to the big city to live his life, with his second wife, Trish. They never considered moving back to town, but his mother-in-law had fallen ill so they have moved back to care for her, at least for now. But Ethan is rapidly rising in his company so the possibilities for advancement are looming on the horizon. As are other moves.

Ethan had considered looking for a house around the Lakes, where he once lived as a kid, when he stumbled upon Ware, his childhood friend, as he jogged about the Lakes on a cool September morning.

Ware was lugging his trashcan to the curb with only his bathrobe on and little else, it seems. The bathrobe flaps about, hardly covering what Ware had been strategically trying to conceal underneath his barely fastened robe. The hair on his chest, up and down his legs and abdomen, was all he could see along with his childhood friends tightly packaged black bikini brief barely containing his cock inside it. They talked for about ten minutes before he resumed his run. They said that they would meet up. Later. They both promised. Childhood chums make promises to each other they are supposed to keep. He told himself. Numbers were exchanged on that morning too. Ethan had been patiently waiting for the phone to ring. It brought back long buried memories of their now long-stagnated friendship when they talked that foggy morning on his jog.

Some weeks passed before Ethan got ‘that call’ he had been expecting; Ware said about the two of them meeting up at the Plaza Gym and doing a workout together that night of the same day he called.

Ethan happily said, “Yes. Yes,” he answered without haste on the long-awaited invitation. And. “Sure. Sure.” Followed next. His enthusiasm was all too apparent. He heard it in his own voice.

They used to ride the same school bus together back in the day when Ethan lived around the Lakes when they met each other back in the sixth-grade year. Back then, he, Ethan, was the one who lived here. Around the Lakes.

The Lakes had gone down, some of the houses looked cheaper and not up to the high standards that once seemed to be the rule there back in the late seventies and the early eighties.

Ware gently puts his hands underneath the weighted bar as Ethan lowers and re-lifts it. He grunts and groans as he boastfully counts aloud the reps he is doing.

“Lift it man! Lift it! Lift it! Lift it!”

The sweat pours from his pores like a leaking spigot as he strains against gravity and the dire weight of the bar he is lifting.

“C’mon man! C’mon man! You can do it!”

Ethan can feel his back bend from the bench as he lifts the weighted bar above his chest, back up to the height of the rest on the weight bench.

Through his cut-off tee, he sees his bicep’s strain and flex under the pressure of the weight. In his shorts, he can feel his cock grow hard as the adrenaline surges through him while the blood fuels the veins that fill his over-exerted body.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” He says aloud as he does the final rep before Ware helps him place the weighted bar back into the bench rest.

“Way to go. Way to go, man!” Ware lauds Ethan. “THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME, BROTHER!”

Ethan shifts up from the bench, his ass, rolling, in place, as he maneuvers into an upright-seated position, pulling his sweat-drenched cut-off tee over his head. He then wipes the sweat from his chest, with that tee, as the muscles on his chest respond to the pressure of the weight-lift aftermath.

“Not bad for a man who was once nearly 20 lbs. overweight, uh?” Ethan says.

“I can’t see it, I just can’t, man, you were the tall scrawny bean pole of a kid, and over 6 foot tall even back in high school,” Ware says, “…but you sure as shit aren’t now. You are massive.”

“I am no longer a teen either.” Ethan says.

Both men laugh. The joke between them known only to them.

“Spot me, now, Ethan.”

Ethan does not bother to put his tee back on. He discards the tee onto the carpeted floor, while he gives his cock, a slight tug, in his shorts. He has never been one to wear anything underneath his shorts when he worked out. Back in his high school weightlifting class, Coach told the all-male class that they did not have to. So, none of the boys ever did, Ware was in that class too. It was the first time he had seen Ware’s cock.

His tall wiriness did not help him back in those bygone days of high school. It did not matter how much he ate or how much he exercised, he never seemed able to bulk up like Ware did. The odd thing was that once he went off to college, in his first year, he went from having a slim 29-inch waist to a 32-inch waist. And he seemed to pack on the muscle too. It was as if that miraculous change happened overnight.  Being that he is over 6-foot, he strikes an imposing figure. Everyone noticed him. Finally.

“Hey man, you gonna watch out for me or are you gonna fucking daydream?” Ware says, “You did that same shit back when we were in high school as we worked out.”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Ethan murmurs under his breath.

Ethan stares down at Ware. Ware’s hairy legs are straddling the bench, one on either side. His head is underneath the weight-rest. His chest heaves up and down, in his torn wife-beater tank top. His short cotton fleece shorts are steadily creeping up into the eaves of his well-muscled thighs. The recognizable package created by the bunching-up of his shorts, says he is underwear-less too. Ware has aged well and only grown more muscular over time; unlike the path he had taken before he began to lose the weight of his approaching middle age. He is pale in comparison to his childhood friend, but he is well on his way back to a respectable man in his middle age years or at least what one should strive to look like.

When he saw Roderick for the massage in St. Pete, months back, he did not divulge to the man of his weight gain. And loss. By that time the signs of being overweight had diminished and only the muscle was apparent. He has seen Roderick several times since the first visit. He has been back to St. Pete for other meetings. And seen Roderick each time.

Ware lifts the weight bar, with more added weight than what he lifts.

Ware’s grunts and moans, louder than his own, fills the room.

The bells on the front door of the gym ring and clang, clang as the two other male patrons exit the gym after their work out.

“Are they gone?” Ware asks.

Ethan looks around the gym, turning his blond-haired head from one corner of the gym, to the other.

“Yes. Yes, it is just us. I think.”

Ware eases his cock out of the leg of his short-shorts. His fleshy-hued trouser snake peeks and shines against the dark hairs of his muscled leg. The bulbous cockhead is enflamed bright and shiny with blood in its massive hardness.

“Man, you sure as fuck haven’t changed much.” Ethan, says. “You still have no shame.”

“Why should I,” Ware says, “If I could work-out naked. I would. I would.”

“That is exactly what you said back in high school, too.”

“At least, I am consistent.”

“Yep, you are,” Ethan says.

“Are the blinds closed?”

“Yep.”

Ware grabs either side of his shorts and shimmies them down his thick muscular thighs and legs, lifting them up, into the air, from his laying down position. He can feel the cool air of the gym air conditioner breathe across his exposed ass. The A/C fans the tiny hairs that weave their way up the hairy crack of his ass.

“AHHH!”

“Hey, whatcha gonna do when Ryan comes back?” Ethan says.

“He knows what I do. He is OK with it.”

“What? You ain’t serious?” Ethan says, “You aren’t fucking serious?”

“He knows. He knows.”

“He knows?” Ethan asks. “Like the fuck he does?”

“Yep, he does.” Ware says, “Go ahead and take those damned shorts off. You know you want to. I know you do.”

Ethan looks around, to the door with the closed shades, blocking out the rest of the world, as well as the shades that cover the rest of the large storefront windows in the front of the gym.

“No one can see in, believe me, no one can see in,” Ware says, “Believe me. I have been working out this way, in here, for years. C’mon, man, relax. Ryan usually joins in with me when he comes back before he closes for the night.”

“He usually comes back to the gym after he goes home and eats supper with his wife?”

Ware nods his head in ‘yes.’

Ethan lowers his similarly short fleece shorts. He is fully naked now, except for his snow-white New Balance athletic shoes. The cool air whispers over his body making his cock grow even harder than it was in the tight confines of his shorts.

“Better?” Ware asks. As he stands from the weight bench and lifts his worn wife-beater tank top tee over his head. He is naked too, except for his shoes.

Ethan does not answer but his horizontally pendulum-swinging hard cock, hitting on either side of his hairy muscled-thigh, is the definite answer of ‘yes,’ the same sound that Ware often heard in their exploratory youth.

In the mirror, Ethan likes what he sees. His cock is much bigger now than what it was when he was a seventeen-year-old boy. His cock, since then has been heavily worked out, back then, as a teen he only used his hand, now as a father of one son and age, he has experienced much. He would lose his virginity in college, in one of the dark back bedrooms of the frat house, to some girl that he would never ever see again. At least that was one of the virginities he lost. There are more than one. That he would learn about. And he lost all those too.

Ware walks up and stands next to him, two men approaching middle age, glaring over at the bare visage of the other, much as any man would do, when he is naked in the company of other men. Men do it all the time. But many are apt to deny they do it.

“Not too bad for a coupla middle aged gents, uhhh, Ethan? Are we?”

“Nope.” Ethan responds.

Each man has a chest full of densely matted fur, patterned and unshaven, with the years of weightlifting keeping him as firm as his age has allowed. Ethan is slightly taller than Ware, who is at an even 6-foot, although Ware is the stockier (or the more compact) of the two men. He is not fat, muscles ripple across his Hulk-like bulking frame.

Both men are sporting raging hard-on’s, shooting out from their equally muscled thighs. This phallic compass is not lost on either man. Each had jacked-off together in their teens, busting their first vials of nut-juice in the presence of the other. To see each other, in their nakedness, does not faze them. Now. They saw each other naked in the woods. In the locker room at the high school. But it has been years since they have seen the other in their naked splendor. And Ethan is still enamored by his high school chum.

“You suppose our sons have done this? Seen each other naked?” Ware asks, “Since they are now playing on the same high school varsity football team together.”

Ware whips his hips, harshly, as does Ethan, popping their cocks on their inner thighs, making their tools throb and pulse (and get harder) with their self-inflicted abuse. Each cock slings its juice, from deep within each of their pent-up balls, across the open face of their bodies. Ball-juice lands, squarely, on the mirror in front of them, little droplets of their pre-juiced cum splatter the once clean mirror, like liquid machine gun fire.

Each man stops with their whirling machinations, their cock-helicoptering, done in mere seconds, doing what each had not done since their teenage years, together. Proud of their manhood.

“I suppose so,” Ethan, answers, “We did it back in high school in the field house, remember, back in that weight-lifting class. Yeah, but I did not play football, though, like you did.”

“You were the lanky guy back then, not so now. Not so now, at all,” Ware says, “You filled out good. I have to say.”

Both men stand transfixed by the shared masculinity in front of them. Each of their four eyes, survey the nakedness, on the spattering pre-cum riddled mirror that reflects to the men what each man possesses.

“DAMN IT, WARE!” an angry voice booms from behind them, “I told you to keep that cock in your shorts and now you’ve gone and got Ethan mixed up in your narcissistic bullshit.”

It is Ryan, the owner of The Plaza Gym. He has returned from his evening mean with his wife.

“You didn’t say he could not exercise naked?” Ethan says, caught off-guard.

“FUCK NO ETHAN! I DID NOT! FUCK NO!” Ryan says with an angered tone in his voice, “Both of y’all put your damned shorts back on. Y’all did this same kinda fuckin’ shit back in high school. Coach made y’all two run around the stadium in your gawddamn jockstraps because you did this shit back then. You will never learn will you, Ware? You did not learn then and you sure as shit have not learned now either.”

Ethan leans down, picks up his shorts, and slides them up and over his still raging hard-on. Ware does the same, but the vulgarity of their massive bulges does not go down or even away, in fact, their snake-like mounds in their short-shorts, are even more perverse and noticeable behind the soft fabric of the shorts.

“We are still working-out?” Ware laments, pleading in his voice to Ryan.

“Well, finish up, then, I have to get on back home as soon as I can.” Ryan, bemoans.

Ethan leans in at Ware.

“That’s it. He ain’t throwin’ us out?”

“Nope. Nope, he says the same thing every damn time he catches me. He did not even say anything one time and joined in with me, like I said, I thought he would do it this time too. His wife must not have let him fuck her. It usually happens when he goes home before he finally comes back and closes. He usually carries on about it as we lift. He is as fucking horny as we are, I assure you.”

The weights once again, clank as metal hits metal.

“So, our boys went out camping? Where?” Ethan asks.

“Yeah, Ware Junior said they were going to be at the river. The same place we used to go to when we went camping.”

“Oh!” Ethan says, “The River. We were chums out there. Pals like I hope our sons will be.”

“Oh, is right, we were more than chums, we were more than pals,” sighs Ware, “We were a whole lot more. And I remember all that we did. And we did a whole hell of a lot. Didn’t we? Remember?”

***

RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE.

The sound of the screeching tires is heard overhead from the many vehicles passing on the concrete bridge, in front of them is the swirling waters of the river. They are seated on the lowered tailgate of Ware Junior’s bright candy-apple red Chevy pick-up.

A blazing fire burns within a few feet directly in front of them. Its warmth radiates outward killing the pesky night’s bugs and other pesky insects and given off much needed light.

“You ready for the big game tomorrow night, Benjie? Your debut?” Ware Junior asks his friend, son of his dad’s best high school friend and now his new friend as he sits next to Benjie on the truck’s tailgate.

Benjie swings his booted feet back and forth, as they both hang off the open tailgate. His button-down shirt is unbuttoned and open, his torn and frayed Levis, unsnapped and unfastened, the zipper ominously slid down and open, slightly, at his waist. He is relaxed, among, a fellow peer and dreading the game that will happen tomorrow night at this same time. A game where he will be catapulted in the spotlight of the football culture of this town.

RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. The sound of another vehicle passing overhead on the bridge.

“Wellll, wellll…yeah, somewhat,” Benjie sighs, “I am. I am tense.”

“You’ll be fine, “Ware Junior says, “You just have the jitters, the damned jitters. It is your first game, here.”

Ware Junior jumps from his place on the tailgate near Benjie. His booted feet stirring up a puff of dust once his feet hit the ground.

Ware Junior is in a pair of green and brown holey camo-colored long-johns cut-offs (and nothing else) they go slightly above his knee on his well-muscled teenage legs. Like his father, he is hairy-chested and bursting with his many hard-earned muscles. His shoulder length blonde locks are tucked under a worn and battered, maroon-colored high school baseball cap. Like a bygone Greek God, of the mythical age, his broad muscled body occupies the light cast off from their raging campfire. He walks to the side of the river, pulls down the front of the camo long-john cut-offs, and yanks out his young cock.

The sound of urine hitting the dirt and forming a puddle fills this somewhat silent Thursday night. Puffs of steam rise from his warm piss as it hits the cool night air.

“Ahhhhhh!” He sighs. “Ahhhhh!”

Once he finishes, he shakes the remaining dew from his less-than-limp cock and strokes it a time or two before hesitantly tucking it back inside his camo-cut-offs. Once he turns back around, his cock-package is swollen. It fills the cotton-pocket created by the haphazard cut-offs.

RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE.

It is another vehicle crossing the overhead bridge.

“I am so fucking horny,” he says, “Damn, I need to fuck. I need to fuck!”

He yells these words from his mouth as his male hormones surge through him.

The sound of his youthful exclamation bounces off the fast-flowing river behind them and echoing under the concrete and steel bridge, they are camped out under.

“I see. I can see it,” Benjie, says, “Are you fuckin’ Mary Beth?”

“The cheerleader?” Ware Junior asks, “Hell no. No. I am not.”

“I hear they call her ‘fish’. Why?”

“They do, “Ware Junior says, “They say she can suck a bowling ball through a damned vacuum cleaner hose.”

“What?” Benjie says, “Has she blown you?”

“No!”

Benjie grabs the front of his jeans and squeezes. His cock is as hard as Ware Juniors.

“I need her mouth on this,” Benjie says as he grips his cock harder, “Do you have her number?”

“What?”

“Do you have her number?” Benjie asks, “Maybe we can call her, get her to come on out here and blow the both of us.”

Benjie grips his jean-covered cock, squeezing it, tighter and tighter, the harder he becomes. He mumbles under his breath at his growing frustration and mounting hormonal instability that courses through him like fire. He fidgets on the open-seat-like tailgate, swinging his feet in a fanning manner of ever-growing frustration.

“She will not do it.”

“Why?” Benjie pleads, “Why? Why?”

There is apparent pent-up anxiety in his whiny pleadings.

“She does not like me,” Ware Junior explains, “She never has. Never has and never will.”

Ware Junior looks to his friend of only of about four months. He sees a leaner more muscled kid, like himself, only slightly taller with stunning blonde hair and equally hairy across the same regions of their manhood, for boys rapidly approaching their eighteenth birthday on Saturday.

Benjie, not built like his dad, Ethan, at this similar age, he has been more successful at the weight and muscle gain, which somehow escaped his dad but not him in the same years of high school. He is also blessed and with an athletic ability not showered on his father when he was at that same age.

“Not even for the new star player at the high school?” Benjie pleads, “Not even for this hard cock? This fucking hard and throbbing man-cock? She would not take it, use it, and abuse it? She would not. I doubt it.”

Benjie yanks out his hard cock from the buried space of his jeans. It points to the heavens at a sharp upward degree angle from his heavily haired groin. On the glaring bulbous head, the leaking 17-year-old boy-man-juice seeps, from the boy to almost man, weeping piss-slit. He smears this cream of his youth over the hard fleshy knob of his cock. The more he wipes the young virile liquid, the more it spills forth from his throbbing power tool. His dagger is somewhat of a lean long organ of nine inches that tears through the night with each frustrated attempt at fruition.

“FUCK MAN! YOU ARE HARD! YOU ARE FUCKING HARD!” Ware Junior says, with his deep, blue-skied eyes bugged out in unabated attention of the display before him, “So am I.”

Benjie’s orb-like balls strained and pressured by the young man’s building frustrations, are like giant marbles you played with as a kid, but what fills these small globes are the very liquid of the essence of life, itself.

Ware Junior massages his throbbing cock inside his camo-covered long-john covered trouser snake.

“You do not think she would swallow this cock. It is so big. It is so fuckin’ huge.”

Ware Junior feels a tongue cross over his bottom lip. This automatic response done without thought, without consequence before he realizes it. He whispers, “Oh shit! Oh shit!” under his breath once, he finishes with the wet lick of his lip. Did Benjie notice this action?

Ware Junior pulls down the front of his cut-off camo long johns. He matches the steely-hardness of his seated friend and bearer of an equally dense forest growth of young man fur. One more thing shared between these boys of similar maturity.

The sound of another vehicle trudging over the wide expansive bridge over the river carries to where they are. The two barely notice the sound of the pass-over as each are enraptured by the cocks caught within their sights.

“You wanna jack-off?” Ware Junior asks.

“What?”

“Do you wanna jack-off?” Ware Junior says as his hand finds the length of his cock and strokes it.

“I have never jacked off with another guy before,” Benjie says.

“It is no big deal,” Ware Junior says, “I have done it a lot. Even in the locker room with the other guys after we won the State Championship last year. It was a fucking erupting nut-fest.”

Ware Junior slides down his camo cut-offs down, kicking them off to the side in the dust of the riverfront road. He is naked all but for his boots. The blazing yellow, orange, and red flames of the fire cast an eerie glow over his exposed body. His hands are locked on his cock as he double-teams his massive 9-inch stubby boy-cock in his large hands. Drops of his juice seep up from his low hanging balls that dangle between his legs like some fleshy church bells that ring in the town, where he has called home since the day he came home from the hospital.

Benjie throws his shirt from his back onto the pick-up. He joins Ware Junior on the ground as he eases down his jeans, pulling his piss-soaked jockstrap along to the ground at his ankles. The fire dances off him too, washing him over in the multi-colored light.

They match stroke for stroke on each of their idling throbbing cocks. Each hand prime brings their motors to eventual combustion.

The firelight dances over each of their fevered strokes. Bellowed and exhausted “ahhh’s” and “fucks” fill the night air as each of the boy’s looks to the other like some prey caught in a trap.

Benjie’s pulsing cock points to the moon that illuminates the sky. Its angle almost as sharp as a knife, the harder he presses on the swelled cockhead, the bigger it grows. His face is flushed and his legs almost to the point of buckling as he strains against gravity and the control of his body the more, he racks his frantic hands over his cock.

Ware Junior is equally intoxicated by the madness he is provoking on his cock. His eyes are glued like a magnet to his new friends curved cock. This is the first time he has seen such an angle on a man’s cock.

Sweat from the fire and from their hearty bated stroking heats both up. Benjie’s eyes are closed as he nears what he knows is about to happen at this point. Ware Junior operates on automatic pilot, his eyes locked on his friend and his hands behaving in the way they have been trained.

The shouts happen first.

“OHHHHH FUCCCCCKKKK! OHHHHH FUCCCCCKKKK! I AM GONNA CUMMMMMMM!!!!” Benjie barks out, as his milky cum shoots up, as you would imagine an exploding volcano would do from his cock. He pivots and rights his self as he attempts to hold his balance.

His cum sprays forth like an open firehouse coating down Ware Junior’s furry blonde treasure trail, who was as close as he could be, without touching him.

Ware Junior can feel the sensation shoot up his spine. It is his time. Too.

He does not cry out nor does he whimper, he just burst like a dam. He rocks on his feet, trying to hold his balance too as each pulse of his still-hard cock empties his low-hangers.

Both boys breathe and sigh as they are overtaken with the aftereffects of their volatile release. 

“I needed that,” Benjie sighs as he peers down at his spent organ, cum still drips from his tool.

Ware Junior says nothing.

“You are still cumming?”

“I am,” Benjie, answers.

“You are,” Ware Junior says as he squats and swallows Benjie’s leaky cock-spigot.

Benjie moans but does not stop Ware Junior.

“Junior! Junior! You hear that. You hear that. It sounded like a truck cranking up.” Benjie says.

RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE.

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“Your kid has quite ‘the cock’ on him,” Ethan says as the truck rumbles over the bridge. Their sons, camped out, underneath, “He did not back up when my boy sprayed him down in his cum.”

“He wouldn’t,” Ware says, in barely an audible whisper, “He likes cock.”

The truck rumbles over the bridge. Ware Senior says nothing.

“Did you hear me, Ware?” Ethan pleads. He did not hear the low audible response.

Again, there is no answer from Ware to Ethan’s repeated question.

“Fuck man, did you see that? Did you fuckin’ see that?”

Ware stays silent.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you not talking to me?”

Ware looks over to the passenger seat and to where Ethan is seated. Both men have their cocks snaked out of the short leg of their shorts. Each is glistening in their swelled-ness, and each is throbbing and pulsing red.

“I want you to fuck me,” Ware says, “Like you did back when we were in high school.”

Now Ethan is the one to ‘go silent.’

Ethan glares back at Ware and the stark realization of what Ware has just said the words drill deep into his brain. It is mere seconds but to Ethan it feels like an eternity.

“What?”

“You know you fucked me back in high school, how many times,” Ware says, “You know you did. I was your first fuck. You were also my first. The first place you dumped your load was in my tight little high school boy ass.”

Ethan, once again, has gone into quiet mode, into silent mode.

The tires rumble and gentle squeak over the bridge until they are in another state. The river is the dividing line between their state and another. Once off the bridge a dirt road runs almost parallel to the river, heading east. Ware turns his truck onto the River’s Edge Road.

The truck bumbles into the boat ramp area while Ware keeps on the ignition. The headlights from the truck shine on the rushing river where the contact is made between the two.

Ware’s right hand is on his cock, peeking out of the leg of his short-shorts from their earlier gym workout. Ethan has fished his cock out, too. Both are stroking the length of their swollen members.

“I mean it, Ethan,” Ware says, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it, right now.”

Ware leans over and kisses Ethan on his mouth, just as he had done in high school. Ethan does not resist; he grabs either side of Ware’s head and brings him in closer into him. Their tongues slathered in their own juices, as they fight like vipers, as their scruffiness from their unshaven faces rake over each other in their masculinity.

“I want your cock in my ass, Ethan! I want it!”

“I have not fucked a man since I did you back in high school,” Ethan says, “We did it down there where our boys are…right now.” (This is a lie.)

“I know. I know,” Ware, says, “I wish we were down there now, too.”

“With the boys?”

“NO!” Ethan says sharply, “Let the boys do what they are going to do, like we did. I want to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you that very morning when I saw you at The Lakes. You teased me that day, didn’t you? You knew.”

“I thought the same when I saw you,” Ware says, “I wanted you to fuck me at the gym. I tease everyone. I am not ashamed.”

Ware reaches from his position and squeezes Ethan’s peeking squirming cock, poking its elongated body from the wondrous region, ‘in the land ‘neath the sweaty shorts.’

Ethan moans and heaves as he feels his now-reconnected friend apply more pressure.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Ware demands as he squeezes tighter on Ethan’s cock.

Ethan reaches to the side and lifts the door handle. He scoots out of the passenger side as Ware does the same on the driver’s side. Ware drops his shorts to the ground, once his sneakers hit, and trudges to the back of the still-purring pick-up. The smell of gas and excitement fuel the air. The headlights of the truck still illuminate the trees and the river just beyond the reach of where the truck idles.

Ethan is there, his shorts slung over the now lowered tailgate, his right hand on his cock, priming it and smearing the seeping cum-juice over the embattled red cockhead.

“You want this?”

“YES! YES!” Ware’s deep and resonant baritone voice overrides the purring of the still-running truck’s engine.

The sound of the dropping truck tailgate, it is the metal sound reverberating through the cleared area of the boat ramp area.

There are no words. They have been here before. The dropped tailgate is the sign whose meaning is clearly understood.

Ware’s beefy hocks are on full display. Tiny dark hairs dot his ass and fill the crack of his buttocks. The image brings back to Ethan a Thanksgiving-like feast that he had once partaken in, lo, those many years in the past. The years of weightlifting have crafted his thighs and legs into powerful instruments.

Ware wiggles his ass, just as he had in the past, sliding his feet in the brown dirt, making the access, easier. The muscles giggle, enticing Ethan, as it had done in the past.

“You know you what to do,” Ware says as he looks over his shoulder into the dark brown eyes of Ethan.

Ethan squats. His cock swings between his legs, almost touching the sandy soil. He can smell the sweet scent of sweat reeking from Ware’s spread- furry ass. Ethan breathes in the musky aroma. He does not exhale but a slight breeze from his nose does whisper across the fine ass hairs there.

Ware shutters at the whisper. Ethan does it again. The muscled ass giggles.

Ethan leans in, his nose is within a breathes-width of Ware’s hairy crack. His tongue darts from his mouth, snaking away the still dripping sweat from the earlier evening’s intense workout.

The manly musk fills his nostrils, as his nose creeps further up his ass, sniffing the fragrance, while his tongue feeds on the afterglow of their shared workout. The moans escape from Ware’s mouth, the deeper Ethan delves into him.

Ethan stands, their shared juices of spit and excess mingle in a wetly lube in Ware’s ass.

“FUCK ME ETHAN!” Ware yells out, “FUCK ME ETHAN!”

Ethan stands, his cock, like his son’s points perversely toward the moonlit sky. He slides his cock into the rimmed ass expecting it to be tighter but his cock eases in. Because of the angle of his power-tool, he is snugger against the ass of his former lover and newly re-found friend.

“You’ve been fucked?”

“Every week…,” Ware says, “…by Buddy Dees…out in the backwoods of his property…but you have always been the best at pluggin’ my sweet liddle hole.”

“Our former high school’s quarterback?”

“The same,” Ware says, “He has always loved my ass. Still does. Man, does he love to fill it with his cock.”

The strength gained from the earlier workout fuels Ethan. He shoves his cock all the way into Ware’s parted ass. His pubes mingle and disappear in with the delicate feathery ass-hairs belonging to Ware. Into this mixture, the pre-cum pumped from Ethan’s balls and the sweat fueled by their furious fucking.

Ware leans back, arching his back as he squirms down ‘the hook-cock’ of Ethan. Ethan’s rough calloused right-hand rakes across Ware’s furred pecs, squeezing him tighter onto his cock. He rocks and shoves his cock, harder and harder, into the squishy hole of Ware.

Their moans, groans, and sighs fill the night air. The critters scatter in the dense woods at the ruckus commences under the illuminated moonlight. Some even sit and watch these two male animals stir in their provoked frenzy, intertwined in each other’s bodies. Like it is one of those high-priced animated movies. Ethan pushes up, shoving his cock, deeper, as far as he can into Ware’s ass. Ware bucks, trying to stay on longer than the proverbial 8-seconds on Ethan’s untamed bull of a cock.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” the screams bellow out like a maniac as Ethan plunges ever deeper into his hole.

The men are soaked with sweat, and their own juices, as ‘the wilding’ continues.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Is all Ethan is uttering as he pounds his cock like a human jack-hammer. The more he exerts himself, the wilder he becomes. He is drenched in sweat as he wipes it from his face as he squeezes Ware’s back further onto his chest.

Ware rides Ethan, exceeding the time allotted for such a sustained prolonging. He grabs at the air, reaching for what he can as he feels Ethan’s cock plunge itself to ever-furry hilt into his ass.

He yells, as he is ripped in two, some would venture to say he is being torn asunder. Ethan is a much more experienced lover, now than he was back in the blessed days of high school.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Ware yells as he is further impaled.

He wants more. He wants more, he wants all that Ethan has to offer.

Ethan pounds, harder and harder, is driving his fully engorged and throbbing cock deeper into Ware’s well-lubed hole, after their workout. After seeing Ware, in his magnificent splendor it has ignited him. He has not fucked an ass since their days in high school since Ware. He has missed the splendid tightness of the squeeze of Ware ass as it wiggles tighter on his cock.

“Tighten your ass!” Ethan demands, “Yes. Yes, that’s it…squeeze my cock.”

Ware does, the velvety silkiness of his ass, milking the cock that squirms there. The more Ware grips the steel-hard cock that rivets his ass, Ethan whimpers at the pressure being applied, mounts.

            “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ethan screams as his balls explode forth their potent and rich milky white jizz into Ware’s now-stretched and filled hairy hole.

The sweat pours, like buckets, from Ethan’s pores, across his back and from his wet matted chest hairs, as he slows on the ass pounding. He shivers, then, quakes, as the ecstasy of his abundant release travels through his spent body.

            Each thrust shoot Ethan’s cream, deeper, into the clinched tight hole that is Ware’s ass. Then his pullout is fast, beckoning a squeal from Ware’s mouth as Ethan’s cock-crown brushes across and breeches the ass-lips of his clinched hole.

            Ethan collapses on Ware, his drenched body draped over the leaking hole of his exit.

            “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ethan yells from the top of his lungs, once the precious liquid from his balls is deposited in Ware’s hole, “Man, I have I missed that sweet, sweet ass of yours.”

To be continued.

Victor tried to compose himself as he walked. He was nervous. It’d been a long time since he last did one of these. Usually, he’d just stay in his hotel room and jerk off to some porn. But today, in addition to being bored and in need of release, he also felt a strange compulsion to live a little. He decided to reinstall Grindr. To his surprise, his old profile was still intact. His pictures from three years ago, which showed a younger and fitter version of himself, still remained. Begrudgingly, he took a new photo of his torso in a tank top, leaving out his face just like before.

He got a few hits from blank profiles, which he didn’t reply to because he’d always thought those were sketchy. After a few scrolls, he decided to message “Anon Fun,” who was allegedly 33 years old, and had a pic taken from their hips down. The man was wearing a pair of skimpy gym shorts that showed off his beautiful tan legs, thick thighs, and a nice bubble butt. Victor could see a bit of black hair right above the waistband of the shorts, a treasure trail that led up to what he could assume was a very toned body.

“Looking to get dicked down good and have a load dumped inside me,” the profile said.

Victor didn’t expect a positive response, but “Anon Fun” surprised him. Thus, he was now walking to the address he’d been given, an apartment building not far from his hotel, trying to calm his nerves. Within the last three years, he’d only had sex with one man, so he wasn’t the most confident about his abilities, especially considering that “Anon Fun” seemed to be very experienced.

The door to the building opened mere seconds after he pressed the buzzer. When the elevator opened, he was met with two teenage-looking boys kissing each other. They turned to him with blushing cheeks before running out, hand in hand. Victor pushed the button for the sixth floor and sighed as the doors closed.

When the elevator opened again, Victor checked his phone before heading down the hallway. “Apartment 603. Front door is open. Bedroom is first door on the right,” he’d been told. He stopped before the correct number plate and took a deep breath as he turned the handle. A single lamp beside the sofa lit up the living room and the kitchen. Victor quietly closed the door behind him.

It wasn’t a huge space, but it was cozy. The furniture had a minimalistic but homey feel. A big bookcase stood next to the TV in front of the sofa. Potted plants were scattered around the apartment. There were a few big ones by the large window opposite the front door, a few small ones on some of the shelves of the bookcase, and one little cactus plant on the dining table.

To the left of the front door was the kitchen, and Victor looked to the right where there were two doors. The first one was slightly open. Victor gulped. He took off his shoes and slowly walked towards it. When he opened the door, the sight before him made his heart pound. “Anon Fun” was naked, lying on the bed with his bare ass up, pointing almost straight at Victor, while his face was pushed into a pillow.
Victor controlled his breathing as he took off his pants and underwear, dropping them onto the floor. He got on the bed, kneeling right before the beautiful ass. And beautiful it was. Plump cheeks covered with a light dusting of black hair. A hole that looked incredibly delicious. Victor stared at it with envy. He was jealous of guys his age who could still beef up and maintain their body in the gym. And by the looks of the man’s muscular back, arms, and thighs, “Anon Fun” was definitely one of those enviable guys.

The man wiggled his ass in front of Victor, inviting his entrance. Victor put a finger at the opening, caressing the ring of muscle, while his other hand stroked his hard cock. The hole winked at the touch of his finger, which made Victor’s boner throb. Realizing that he needed lube, Victor turned to the bedside table. But just when he was reaching over to fetch the bottle, Victor stopped, his eyes drawn to the photo next to it. There were four people in the picture: an older looking couple standing arm in arm, a handsome man and a younger, pretty woman sitting in front of them. All of whom Victor recognized, even though it’d been two decades since he last saw them.

“Wait,” Victor gasped and snapped to the side, staring at the back of the man’s head. “C-Caleb?”

Startled, the man lifted his head up from the pillow. Both of their eyes widened as they registered each other’s faces.

“Holy shit,” Caleb said. “Victor?”

Victor could not believe it. Caleb was right here in front of him. It’d been twenty years since they last saw each other. And Caleb still looked as handsome as ever. No, he looked more handsome than when he was 18. He had a fully-fledged beard now. His hair was longer and more wavy. And he certainly didn’t have this body back then.

“You’re… you’re here,” Victor stammered. “You’re actually here.”

“This is so fucking crazy,” Caleb suddenly sprung up from the mattress. Victor’s eyes instantly darted to Caleb’s torso, which was just as toned as he imagined from the Grindr pic. Caleb’s pecs were nicely formed, not bodybuilder-size but still bulging, and coated with a light mat of fur. His stomach was flat with a hint of abs. Victor followed the treasure trail of black hair down to Caleb’s hard cock. He was admiring its upward curve and the messy bush around the shaft when he realized that Caleb was staring at him.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Victor turned his attention back to Caleb’s face and gave him an apologetic smile.

“It’s all good,” Caleb smiled back. “Not like I wasn’t looking at yours too.”

Victor looked down at his crotch, his cock now a semi. He turned back at Caleb and blushed. They stared at each other, and a beat passed before both of them chuckled.

“This is so weird,” Victor said.

“I know, right,” Caleb scratched his beard. Another silent moment passed before he continued.

“Um, so, I know we were going to… fuck,” Caleb smiled shyly. “But do you wanna just hang out and catch up? I can break open a bottle of wine for us.”

Victor looked at his old friend, still in disbelief that Caleb was in front of him. “Yeah, of course,” he said.

“Awesome. Um, give me a moment to get dressed. Wait for me in the living room, okay?”
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Caleb fumbled around his cabinets for the corkscrew. He thought he’d put it in with the utensils, but it was nowhere to be found. The bottle of red wine sat impatiently on the counter.

“Everything good?” Victor called from the sofa.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I just can’t find that damn corkscrew,” Caleb answered. He checked the fridge, but of course it wasn’t there. What was he thinking?

“The corkscrew? It’s right here,” Victor said. Caleb turned around to see him pointing at the coffee table. The corkscrew was there, lying between the TV remote and a short stack of books.

“Oh, damn,” Caleb sighed and smiled. He walked over to Victor and took a seat on the sofa. Their thighs touched. They made eye contact with each other, but neither of them pulled away.

“This is fucking crazy, dude,” Caleb said as he began screwing into the cork. “It’s been twenty years.”

“I know, twenty fucking years,” Victor said. Caleb felt Victor looking at him, so he turned to the side and found exactly that. Victor’s tender eyes boring into him.

“Wait, why did you say you were 33 on your profile?” Victor asked.

“It’s Grindr,” Caleb answered, matter-of-factly. “If you want to get dick, you have to play the game. And it’s not like I can’t pass for 33, right?”

“Fair enough,” Victor nodded.

“So what’s going on with you these days? Finally became a big-shot professor at an Ivy League?” Caleb said. He realized that he forgot the glasses, so he hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

“Ivy League, yes. Professor, no,” Victor said as Caleb returned with two wine glasses in hand. “I’m an admissions officer at Cornell.”

“Oh, cool,” Caleb nodded and started pouring. He remembered in high school, Victor was bent on becoming a lawyer. It saddened him a bit to see that Victor didn’t accomplish the dream that, from freshman all the way to senior year, Caleb had heard him plan out.

“What about you?” Victor accepted a glass from Caleb and brought it to his lips. “You didn’t even go to our ten-year reunion.”

“Oh, yeah. I was in Spain back then,” Caleb said. “I was there to train with this doctor I met during med school, but I have my own clinic here now.”

“What kind of clinic?”

“Dermatology.”

“Very nice,” Victor said, taking another sip. “CPR finally became a doctor.”

Caleb let out a small chuckle. It was his nickname from high school. Caleb Pham Rodriguez. CPR. Everyone joked about it back then, but he never thought he’d actually end up working in the medical field.

“So you’re living in New York now?” Caleb asked. Victor nodded. “What brings you all the way to Texas then?”

“Just some info sessions. I go to high schools and, you know, tell kids to apply to Cornell.”

“Oh, how long are you gonna be here for?”

“Um, let’s see,” Victor counted with his fingers. “Today’s Saturday. I got one school on Monday and another two on Tuesday, so that’s… four days. Then Wednesday morning, I’ll head for San Antonio.”

“Right,” Caleb muttered. Four days. Only four days.

Victor spoke after a second of silence. “You like men?”

Caleb’s brows shot up, then scrunched together. “Uh… yeah. But I thought you already knew that.”

“What? No, you never told me.”

“Dude, how many times did I say I wanted to get under Liam Calloway? Our school’s quarterback?”

Victor looked like a deer in headlights. “You were being serious? I thought you were joking the whole time.”

Caleb laughed. “No, idiot. I guess I never told you explicitly but, come on, you really didn’t know?”

“I swear I didn’t. Everyone was making gay jokes back then,” Victor shook his head and laughed. “This is so crazy.”

“Fine, it’s my fault for not actually coming out but if anything’s crazy here, it’s you liking men,” Caleb said. “You literally had a crush on, what’s her name, um, Allison… Park? Yeah, her. You liked her for basically three years.”

“Two years,” Victor shot him a glare. “And I still like women, okay? I just did a lot of discovering in college.”

“Yeah, I bet you had a wild time,” Caleb said. “What did you do? Take a shot every time you finish a twenty-page paper?”

Victor giggled as he chugged the rest of the glass. “Fuck you. I’m wild, okay?”

“Sure,” Caleb nodded. “I guess you did come to fuck an anon bottom from Grindr.”

“Oh,” Victor sighed. “Let’s not talk about that. That’s the most awkward shit I’ve ever experienced.”

“Come on, it’s not awkward.”

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“I was about to finger you, Caleb.”

“And?”

They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Victor punched Caleb in the shoulder. For a split second, Caleb thought about how good it’d feel to have Victor’s arm around him, or Victor’s hand on top of his body.

“Oh, God,” Victor slumped back onto the sofa. “I miss us.”

“Yeah, me too,” Caleb nodded.

“Hey,” Victor looked at Caleb, his face somber. “I’m sorry I stopped calling. School was busy and I got a boyfriend and-”

“Dude, it’s fine,” Caleb raised his palm. “I stopped calling, too. It’s just how things go.”

“But,” Victor looked down at the empty glass in his hand. “It’s… sad. We used to be best friends and, now,” he sighed. “We’re just… two strangers trying to hook up.”

“Trying? So you still want to…?” Caleb lifted a suggestive eyebrow.

“No, you perv,” Victor grinned. “I’m just saying, it sucks how people just fall out of your life like that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Caleb sighed. He looked at Victor. He no longer knew much about his life anymore, but Victor still looked more or less the same. His hair was still short and messy. His dark brown eyes still looked gentle as ever. Even his stocky build didn’t really change.

Caleb studied Victor’s face for a while. He felt a sudden urge to go in for a kiss.

“Um,” Victor said, snapping Caleb out of his thoughts. “It’s late. Maybe I should… go.”

“What?” Caleb’s eyes shot up. “No, stay. It’s barely past midnight.”

“Yeah, but maybe I should turn in early. I haven’t been getting the best sleep lately. Aging, am I right?” Victor set his glass onto the table.

“No, we still have so much to catch up on,” Caleb said. “Come on, dude.”

“We can still meet tomorrow,” Victor said. “We can go out for lunch. Or dinner. Or both.”

“We totally will, but,” Caleb grabbed Victor’s arm and looked intently into his eyes. “Please, stay.”

“Caleb…”

“Stay the night. With me.”

Victor seemed hesitant. Caleb noticed him glance down at his wrist where Caleb was holding and loosened his grip.

“If you’re tired then we can just sleep, okay? I promise. Nothing else.”

“I… I don’t know… ” Victor muttered.

“Please,” Caleb said, softly. “I can lend you a toothbrush, a change of clothes. Just… sleep in bed next to me. That’s it.”

Caleb searched Victor’s eye for an answer. He knew he was being pushy, and he didn’t like the position he was pushing Victor into, but he also needed this. It’d been years since he last slept next to someone. Victor just had to say yes.

Finally, Caleb saw Victor’s face relax. He took a sigh of relief.
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Victor was on his side turned away from Caleb. He didn’t know whether Caleb’s back or face was behind him, but he didn’t want to find out. Instead, he stared at the columns of light on the wall that cast a gentle glow in the dark of Caleb’s bedroom. Their blueish color somewhat calmed him, but he couldn’t sleep, which was exactly what he expected would happen if he stayed with Caleb. If he was already struggling any other day, then how would he fall asleep with his old friend, who was now unbelievably hot, on the other side of the bed?

Victor shifted his body, Caleb’s t-shirt and shorts rubbing against his skin. Caleb had a slimmer build, so his clothes were a tight fit on Victor’s body, but they weren’t uncomfortable. They smelled faintly of flowers, though Victor didn’t know what kind. He wondered if this is what Caleb smelled like now. Back in high school, all boys smelled like sweat and hormones, including Caleb and himself. But they weren’t in high school anymore, which made Victor a bit sad, now that he thought about it.

Victor could hear Caleb’s steady, soft breaths behind him. The thought of leaving crossed his mind. He knew Caleb was a heavy sleeper. Countless times he had barged into Caleb’s room in the morning, with Caleb’s parents’ permission, and quite literally wrestled him off the bed so that he could drive him to school. But no, leaving would be immature. And what if Caleb wasn’t such a heavy sleeper now? They were thirty-eight, and as Victor reminded himself again, he didn’t know Caleb anymore.

“Victor?” he suddenly heard and turned his head around. Caleb was looking right at him.

“Woah, I thought you were asleep,” Victor said.

Caleb slightly shook his head. “Can’t,” he said.

“Me neither,” Victor rolled his body over, face to face with Caleb. Even in the gloom of the night, Caleb looked great. The soft light was casting off his cheekbones and his eyes were shining like brown crystals.

“What do you do when you can’t sleep?” Caleb asked.

“Um, just try not to think about stuff, I guess.”

“What stuff?”

Victor took a deep breath, then let out a sigh. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I saw you choke on milk once, Victor. Straight up milk. And two hours ago you saw my asshole. We’re way past that point,” Caleb smirked.

Victor laughed quietly. “Fine,” he said. “I was just thinking about… my past relationships.”

“Tell me about them,” Caleb said. Victor saw a warm sparkle in his eyes.

“Well, I had that boyfriend in college. It wasn’t that serious, now that I think about it, but it lasted a year.”

“He broke up with you?”

“Eh, I think we broke up with each other.”

Caleb grinned. “Sure, who’s next?”

“Then I met a girl in grad school. Her name was Olivia and we… got married.”

“Woah,” Caleb’s eyes widened. “For how long?”

“Almost four years.”

“Woah. Any kids?”

Victor shook his head. “Neither of us really wanted kids. I still don’t.”

“So what happened?”

“She was cheating towards the end of our marriage,” Victor said. “It wasn’t really a shock. I knew we kinda lost that spark for some time. So we divorced and I never saw her again. That was before I moved to New York for Cornell.”

“Right,” Caleb said. Victor noticed his eyes space out for a bit before they turned to him again.

“And then I dated this girl named Prishna for a couple months before I called it quits. Then dated this guy named Dean for almost a year before he called it quits. They weren’t awful. It’s just… I don’t know, something felt off after a while,” Victor let out a deep breath. “Then I met Reed.”

“A guy?”

“Yeah. He was amazing,” Victor said. “He was kind, loving, adventurous, funny. He was a photographer, mostly travel stuff, so he took me to a lot of places. It was just… fun to be with him.”

“Why did you guys break up?”

“I think it was just that both of us were traveling a lot. We barely had time at home together, so…”

“I see,” Caleb said. “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” Victor licked his lips. “I don’t know. I think I haven’t been in, like, a bad relationship, you know? They just don’t work out in the end for one reason or another.”

“Wait, how long ago did you break up with Reed?” Caleb asked.

“Just a year ago. Took me a while to get over him.”

“Wow,” Caleb said. “You’re always the romantic kind. That never changed, huh?”

“What do you mean? I was literally about to fuck you without knowing who you are.”

“But do you do that every other day like me?” Caleb raised an eyebrow.

“Every other day? Are you serious?” Victor’s voice rose a pitch. At this age?

“Yeah,” Caleb said. “But my point is you’re the type for long-term relationships, which is nice and very… you.”

“What about you?” Victor asked. “There’s no way you’ve just been getting dicked down by random guys for the past twenty years.”

Caleb snorted. “No, but… that’s a story for another time. I don’t really want to get into it right now.”

“I respect that,” Victor nodded. Caleb seemed a bit sad, but he didn’t want to prod despite curiosity.

They continued to talk, face to face, inches away from each other on Caleb’s bed. Victor found out that Mr. Rodriguez had passed away, which made him feel bad that he couldn’t say his goodbye, for Caleb’s dad was always exceedingly nice to him. Mrs. Rodriguez lived with Rosie, Caleb’s sister, and her husband, Ethan, but she was actually in Vietnam for a month-long visit. Apparently, Rosie and Ethan were very happy that she was out of the house, even though they didn’t mind her living with them and the kids. Victor had always liked Caleb’s family and their warmth, which stood in stark contrast to his own family, most of whom he hadn’t seen in years.

“Years?” Caleb asked.

“Yeah. I visit my mom sometimes, but my dad and brothers can suck it,” Victor said.

“Still homophobic?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care,” Victor scoffed.

As the night went on, the conversation took several turns. They talked about their jobs, including the funniest patients Caleb had ever met and the cringiest essays Victor had read. They talked about hobbies, where Victor boasted about his recent endeavor into baking and Caleb described his workout routine, which made Victor realize that he’d much rather stick to eating pastries. They talked about aging and joked about their impending midlife crises, which Victor planned to preemptively attack by jumping into therapy the day after his fortieth birthday.

“It’s like we’re on a date,” Caleb suddenly said. “Getting to know each other, you know.”

Victor tensed, but then nodded. “Yeah, it kinda is. But that’s a good thing, right? I feel like we’re friends again.”

“I like to think we never stopped being friends,” Caleb said. “We just took a break. A really long one.”

“Yeah,” Victor chuckled. “But we’re here together again. CPR and… well, just Victor.”

Caleb’s lips squished together. “You’re leaving so soon, though,” he said.

“I know,” Victor sighed. “But this time we’ll definitely keep in touch and we can visit each other once in a while.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes as silence hung in the small space between them. Victor was overcome by a desire to embrace Caleb, feel his body against him, and maybe even give him a deep, affectionate kiss. But he couldn’t find the courage to do so. Yet, he knew that if Caleb was the one to make the move, he wouldn’t resist. He would let himself melt into Caleb and be subsumed by his warmth, the floral scent of his clothes, and his overwhelming passion. If only Caleb would lean in. If only.

“Crap, what time is it?” Caleb yawned and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. The glare of the screen made Victor instantly shut his eyes.

“Almost three a.m. already,” Caleb said, putting his phone back down. “Maybe we should go to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Victor said quietly. “Sorry for keeping you up.”

“I don’t mind. It was really fun,” Caleb smiled. “Night, Victor.”

“Night, Caleb,” Victor replied and turned his body away. This time, he managed to drift to sleep, even though he was still thinking about Caleb and the kiss that didn’t happen.

At some point during the night, Victor awoke to find Caleb’s arm around his torso and Caleb’s lips and nose slightly grazing the back of his neck. He turned his head around to see if Caleb was awake, but he wasn’t. Still, Victor let himself ease against Caleb as he returned to sleep. After all, it was the most comfortable he’d felt in a long time.
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When Caleb awoke, he found that the man in his bed had disappeared. For a second, he panicked.

“Victor? Victor!” Caleb called, at once sitting up from the bed and darting his eyes around. Streaks of sunlight shone through the window, where the curtains had been slightly opened.

“I’m out here!” Caleb heard and sighed. Of course Victor wouldn’t leave him in the middle of the night, but after all this time, Caleb couldn’t be so sure.

A fragrant smell hit Caleb’s nostrils as soon as he stepped into the living room. Pancakes.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Victor appeared from the kitchen, spatula in hand. “I saw you had some pancake mix in the pantry.”

“What?” Caleb muttered. He’d only sort of heard what Victor just said, distracted by the handsome face smiling at him. Victor’s body also looked delicious packed in Caleb’s t-shirt, his fatty arms spilling out from the sleeves, the curves of his chest and belly bulging against the fabric.

“Maybe you should go wash your face and brush your teeth first,” Victor said. Caleb’s heart fluttered as he realized what was happening. A man was making breakfast for him. Victor was making breakfast for him.

“Okay, give me a minute,” Caleb said, walking to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, Caleb thought about the night they just spent together, during which he’d suddenly awoke and decided to wrap an arm around a sleeping Victor. Overcome by the warmth of Victor’s body on his skin, he moved in closer and placed a small kiss on the back of Victor’s neck. He wanted to do more. He wanted Victor to catch him in the act, even. But he closed his eyes and dreamed of Victor instead.

Now fully awake, his face damp with water, and his hair combed into neat waves, Caleb joined Victor at the dining table, where two plates of pancakes, each covered in syrup and topped with a dollop of ice cream, along with two cups of orange juice, had been set. It was a simple meal, but Caleb felt like it was the most special breakfast ever.

“You didn’t need to do all this, dude,” Caleb said.

“I wanted to. You’re my friend,” Victor smiled and held up his knife and fork. “Now, dig in.”

Caleb nodded and began to slice into the stack of pancakes. The smell was beyond inviting. He let the sticky syrup coat the cakes before bringing it into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” Caleb uttered as the sweetness struck his palate. “This is amazing. I haven’t had pancakes in a while.”

“Really? Makes sense. You probably have scrambled eggs and a protein shake for breakfast or something like that,” Victor said.

“Basically, yeah,” Caleb chuckled and took another bite. “But I gotta say, your pancakes are worth a cheat day.”

“It’s just a box mix,” Victor laughed. “I wish you could have the pancakes I’ve been making at home. Coconut oil, oatmeal, chia seeds. The recipe is honestly genius.”

“Well, you can make some for me tomorrow morning,” Caleb said and looked up at Victor, who stopped cutting into the pancakes.

“Tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. Where are you staying right now? A hotel? You can come stay here with me for the rest of your time here.”

Victor licked his lips and looked down at his plate. “That’s very kind of you, Caleb, but…”

“Dude, are you seriously turning me down right now? Come on, we’re friends. Who knows when we’ll see each other again?” Caleb said, staring into Victor’s face, waiting for Victor to look up at him. Victor did.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Caleb added.

Victor took a breath. “Alright,” he exhaled. “Let’s do it.”

“Yes!” Caleb flung his fists in the air in happiness. Victor smiled and shook his head before returning to his plate.

“What are your plans for the day?” Caleb asked.

“Um,” Victor chewed and swallowed. “I’m gonna finish up my presentation this morning, but I don’t know what I’m gonna do for the rest of the day, actually. I’ve been here quite a few times so I’m not sure what else is there to see. I was thinking of just wandering around.”

“Okay,” Caleb pondered. “How about… the science museum?”

“Been there. Not that interesting.”

“The zoo?”

“I hate both wild animals and kids.”

“Oh, that’s right. Hmmm, how about doing some shopping? I know this place that sells cool, sort of, vintage-inspired knick-knacks. Wanna check it out?”

“Sure, but my house is pretty cluttered already,” Victor said, lifting the glass of orange juice to his lips.

“Okay, we’ll keep that in mind,” Caleb said, before looking at Victor with a grin. “Oh, how about a bathhouse?”

Victor choked. Caleb saw some juice fall out of his mouth back into the glass.

“Are you serious?” Victor asked.

“Why not? I go there once in a while. And don’t tell me you’ve never been to one with all the travelling you do.”

“Yeah, but,” Victor said, a tentative look in his eyes. “You wanna go… together?”

“Um,” Caleb thought about it for a moment. “Nah, I’m just kidding. We’re here to hang out with each other like old times, not to fuck around.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Victor nodded. Caleb also nodded. Both of them took a bite in silence.

“You know what?” Caleb set his fork down. “How about you head back to the hotel and finish up your work? Then gather your things and come back here at noon, then we’ll go out for lunch. There’s this great sushi place around the corner. We can decide what we want to do afterwards.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Victor nodded. “What are you gonna do in the meantime?”

“Um, maybe I’ll do some reading, reply to some emails, check in with a few patients I’m meeting tomorrow…” Caleb took a swig of orange juice.

But after Victor left, Caleb did none of those things. Instead, when he returned to his bedroom, he plopped himself onto the bed where Victor had slept. He inhaled Victor’s lingering musk on the pillow and the sheets. He wanted to be bathed in that scent. Caleb got hard. He hurriedly slipped off his shorts and planted his face onto Victor’s pillow, pumping his cock as he fantasized about his friend.

“Fuck, Victor,” Caleb muttered. He spat on his hands and stroked even faster. He thought about last night and what would’ve happened if Victor hadn’t recognized him. Victor would’ve taken the lube, smeared it over his hole, and started to finger him. He would’ve pushed back and moaned into the pillow as Victor pushed into him, as his insides squeezed against Victor’s fingers. Then, Victor would’ve covered his cock with lube and beginned to fuck him.

“Fuck me, Victor. Please fuck me,” Caleb moaned. He sucked on the middle finger of his free hand and pushed it into his hole, fucking himself at a quick, needy pace. How would Victor have fucked him? He’d asked for someone to dick him down on his profile, but would Victor have used his hole like a fucktoy and pounded into him right away? Or would he have started slowly, beginning with deep strokes and building up to a crescendo? Would Victor have slapped his ass as he drilled into him, or would he have pressed his body tight against Caleb’s back as he thrusted?

“Fuck, fuck, Victor. I… I need you,” Caleb panted, both of his hands moving relentlessly, one up and down his cock, one in and out of his hole. He wondered how Victor would’ve sounded during sex. Caleb didn’t like guys who were quiet, so he imagined that Victor would’ve grunted and moaned as he fucked. Caleb wanted to hear Victor’s groans echo throughout his apartment. He wanted Victor to tell him how incredible his hole felt, or what a good fucking slut he was, or… or that Victor loved him.

“Fuck, Victor. You’re gonna make me…” Caleb yelped. The image of Victor dumping his load inside him sent Caleb over the edge. His cock spasmed and his hole clenched around his finger. Caleb squeezed his eyes shut as he began to cum. He felt a shot hit his cheek, another one his chin, and several more shots before he finally felt dry. When Caleb opened his eyes, he saw his t-shirt covered in white spurts and a few dark spots on his sheets.

Maybe he’d change the linens before actually doing some reading. Maybe.
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“Wait, wait,” Victor stopped and hunched over, his hands on his knees.

“You good?” Caleb turned around.

“Yeah, just,” Victor panted. “Give me a minute.”

“You should really work on your fitness, dude. We’re getting old. Our health is only going to get worse from here on out unless we maintain it.”

“Okay, okay, doctor. Just hold a sec,” Victor tried to calm his breathing, but his heart was pounding like a drum and his legs felt weak. He’d thought a jog wouldn’t be too bad, especially if he was with a friend, but it turned out he was wrong.

“Maybe we should take a short break,” Caleb said.

“Short?” Victor looked up. “How short are we talking?”

“Five minutes.”

“Oh, hell no,” Victor lifted his torso up with great effort. “At least ten, please.”

“Fine,” Caleb let out a pointed sigh before motioning to a nearby bench. “Let’s sit over there.”

Victor plopped down onto the bench and Caleb took a seat next to him. They were both sweaty, but Caleb looked good, his tan skin slightly glistening in the afternoon sun. Victor, on the other hand, had almost half of his t-shirt soaked in sweat and was struggling to hold it together.

“You’re a beast, man,” Victor turned to Caleb, admiring his form. “I’d kill to get stamina like that.”

“Then why don’t you exercise?” Caleb gave Victor a look.

“Ugh, I just don’t have the time or energy to,” Victor whined. “I also really, really, really like food.”

Caleb chuckled. “You were pretty fit in high school. What happened?”

“Age, but I know that’s not an excuse,” Victor said. “Three, four years ago, I was still going to the gym but… I guess I got lazy.”

“Well, there’s still time to get back on track. It’s never too late,” Caleb smiled. Victor thought about it as he watched people move past him. Runners, joggers, cyclists, dog-walkers. Passing in streams, one after another.

“Hey,” Victor said. “I’m really glad we got to see each other again.”

Caleb’s brows lifted slightly. “Yeah, me too,” he answered.

“We’ll keep in touch, right? I just… don’t want to lose this again,” Victor said. “Us.”

“Why are you getting mopey all of a sudden?” Caleb asked, raising a hand to ruffle Victor’s hair.

“I…” Victor uttered. He knew what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure if he should say it.

“You… what?”

“I… I don’t know,” Victor sighed. “It’s just hard to make friends as adults, you know? So I don’t want to lose a good friend like you.”

“Awww,” Caleb patted Victor’s cheeks, which made butterflies gather in Victor’s stomach. “Me too, dude. I promise this time we won’t fall out of touch.”

“Great,” Victor nodded. His heart felt heavy. Time was running out.

“Anyways, that’s a long enough break,” Caleb suddenly jumped to his feet. “Ready to keep going? Just two more rounds.”

“Two?” Victor whined. “We should’ve just gone to the fucking zoo.”

“Come on, soldier. Get up.” Caleb grabbed Victor’s hand and lifted his body. Caleb was unexpectedly strong, and Victor’s knees weren’t at their best state, so Victor fumbled forward as Caleb pulled him up.

“Oh shit,” Victor said as his knees almost buckled, his hand still in Caleb’s tight grip. Victor felt Caleb’s other arm grab his back and his body stabled. But when Victor made eye contact with Caleb, he almost lost his balance again. Their faces were almost touching, so close that Victor could feel Caleb’s sharp inhale as he kept him from falling. Victor could barely breathe. Face to face with Caleb, all he could think about was what he did in the hotel room this morning while thinking about his friend.

“Um,” Caleb muttered, loosening his grip on Victor’s hand and taking a step back. “Maybe that’s enough for today. It’s best to take it slow if you haven’t worked out for a while, so.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Victor steadied himself on his feet. He breathed, trying to get rid of the images that just flashed up in his head.

“How about we go back to my place and take a shower then get dinner early?” Caleb asked. “Then we could just chill and watch a movie or something.”

“Cool,” Victor nodded and they walked back to Caleb’s apartment.

Something had shifted, Victor felt. Maybe he was projecting, but throughout dinner, he swore he could sense something different in Caleb. Sometimes he’d notice Caleb momentarily zone out, looking at nothing in particular. Other times he’d spot Caleb staring at him before snapping back to the conversation. Perhaps Caleb was just bummed that he’d be leaving in two days. Perhaps Caleb was unsure whether they’d actually keep in touch.

Or perhaps, Victor wondered, hopefully, Caleb liked him. Because if taking secret glances at someone was a tell-tale sign of affection, then Victor was very much guilty. Throughout the meal, he admired Caleb’s beautiful face, his almost shiny skin, and his muscular arms. Earlier at Caleb’s place, he’d considered jerking off in the shower. Caleb had showered before him, and the smell of his body wash mixed with the hot steam of the bathroom made Victor chub up as soon as he entered.

More than anything, however, Victor was occupied with what he was going to tell Caleb once they got back after dinner.

“Hey, Caleb?” Victor said as Caleb closed the door behind him and flipped a switch. Dim yellow lights warmed up the space.

“Yeah?” Caleb placed the grocery bag onto the kitchen counter. They’d stopped by the supermarket to get ingredients for Victor’s pancakes.

“I want to tell you something,” Victor said.

“What?” Caleb asked as he plopped down on the sofa.

“I like you.”

Caleb cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Yeah, I like you, too, dude.”

“No, I’m being serious,” Victor sat down next to Caleb and looked straight into his eyes. “I like you.”

Caleb’s eyes shot up. “Oh, you mean…”

“Yeah,” Victor said. “I know this might make things weird but I just wanted to shoot my shot before I leave. I only have two days left, so… “

Caleb stared at Victor for a bit, his eyes unreadable, before turning away and rubbing his face with his hands. “God, Victor. What are you doing?” he mumbled.

“What?” Victor inched closer. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know what to do,” Caleb moved his hands to his forehead, looking down at the ground.

“Well, um, do you… do you like me?” Victor asked. Caleb nodded, which made Victor’s stomach do a somersault.

“S-so what’s the problem?” Victor asked.

“You’re leaving in two days.”

“Okay, I know long distance is rough, but like we said, we’ll still call and text and everything. I’ll come visit as much as possible.”

Caleb shook his head. “But what if we fail? And then we won’t even be friends anymore.”

“We…” Victor swallowed. “Okay, I can’t guarantee that it’ll work out perfectly, but it’s worth a shot, right? And if things go south, we’ll just talk about it and we can still be friends. No hard feelings.”

Caleb shook his head again. “No, Victor. It’s not worth the risk.”

“Oh, come on, Caleb,” Victor put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “Don’t pull the ‘I don’t want to risk our friendship so I won’t let things go further’ with me. That’s what I thought at the park today. I was going to tell you but then I thought it might ruin this reunion we got going on. But we’re thirty-eight, for God’s sake. If we want something, we should just go for it, right?”

“But I’m… I’m gonna end up hurting you,” Caleb said, his voice croaky.

“Why would you say that? You’re-”

“Because,” Caleb finally looked up at Victor, his eyes red and wet. “I hurt… I hurt someone really bad, Victor.”
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Caleb tried to relax, even though he knew he couldn’t. Still, Victor’s presence eased his nerves to some extent. Having changed into more comfortable clothes, they were lying on their sides on Caleb’s bed, face to face and inches apart again.

“You’re ready to tell me about it?” Victor asked, softly.

Caleb nodded. He took a deep breath and exhaled before he spoke.

“A couple of years ago, after I came back from Spain, I started working at this clinic in LA. Then I met this guy. His name was Zach,” Caleb sighed. “And he was the best boyfriend I’d ever had. He just made me feel… loved, you know? Like I was the most special and luckiest person in the world.”

“He sounded like a great guy,” Victor said.

“Yeah, he was awesome. But then I ruined it,” Caleb gulped. “Um… God, you’re gonna hate me for this, Victor.”

“I won’t,” Victor took Caleb’s hand and laced their fingers together. “I promise.”

Caleb looked at their intertwined hands, feeling like he was about to cry. “I… I cheated on him,” he said.

“It’s okay. You must’ve had your reasons,” Victor said, gripping Caleb’s hands tighter, which made Caleb want to cry even more.

“No,” Caleb shook his head. “I was a fucking douchebag. I didn’t have the guts to tell him that he wasn’t doing it for me anymore but I still wanted to be with him because he was the nicest person ever so I fucked around behind his back. We were together for five years. I cheated on him for almost two of them.”

“You didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Caleb sobbed. “After Zach found out, he… um, he started drinking again. I knew he used to be an alcoholic and I still fucking hurt him.”

“It’s okay. You-”

“No, it’s not fucking okay. He died, Victor,” Caleb cried out. “He crashed his car into a tree and died. They found a goddamn vodka bottle next to him. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”

“Oh, Caleb,” Victor scooched forward and let Caleb’s head fall onto his shoulder. Caleb’s tears began to wet Victor’s t-shirt and the back of his neck.

“I can’t do relationships, Victor. I just can’t,” Caleb coughed as the tears continued to stream down his cheeks. “I’ve never made anyone happy and I won’t ever.”

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true,” Victor said. “You have to forgive yourself and move on, okay?”

“Forgive myself?” Caleb scoffed. “What, I drive a person to death and I get to just say ‘Lesson learned’ and continue living as usual?”

“Why not?” Victor said. “Nothing’s gonna bring him back. Are you just gonna deny yourself love for the rest of your life? What good does that do for anyone?”

“I don’t know, okay?” Caleb said, his voice hoarse. “I just don’t think I deserve it.”

“Fine, you wanna be a good person and deserve it?” Victor pulled away and looked into Caleb’s puffy, tear-filled eyes. “Then believe that you are one. You don’t become a good person by constantly demonizing yourself.”

Caleb blinked through his blurry vision. Victor’s kind expression made his heart warm, like a crackling fire being kindled.

“Just try to,” Victor said. “Try to forgive yourself. Trust me, Caleb, you deserve it.”

“C-can I?” Caleb sniffled.

“Of course you can,” Victor gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s gonna take a while, but I know you can.”

Caleb sighed and rubbed his eyes. “How are you so mature about these things? You used to choke on milk.”

Victor chuckled. “Exactly. People change. You can too, even though you’re pretty damn awesome as it stands.”

“Stop it,” Caleb let out a small laugh.

“I’m not wrong. And you know I’m not wrong,” Victor said. Caleb looked at the smiling face before him. He leaned in.

Caleb’s face was hot, but he wasn’t sure if it was more because he’d been crying or because he finally got to kiss Victor. Caleb didn’t move his lips or his tongue, simply letting his mouth pressed onto Victor’s. Remnants of tears made his cheeks damp and sticky, but it was as if the heat emanating from Victor’s face was drying them. Caleb didn’t want to pull away. He wanted to savor this moment forever, even though his eyes were closed and he wished to look at Victor. A kiss like this, Caleb thought, was meant to last. But as kisses do, they eventually end.

Caleb’s eyes opened to find a light smile on Victor’s lips. He smiled back.

“That was… nice,” Caleb said.

“Yeah, it was,” Victor nodded. “I’m glad you did it.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that since yesterday.”

“Me too.”

Caleb took a hand and put it on Victor’s cheek, feeling the skin underneath his palm. “You know, I- Woah, your skin is really dry.”

“What?”

“I thought it looked dry but I didn’t expect straight sandpaper. Do you not moisturize?” Caleb narrowed his eyes at Victor.

“Uh… I wash my face every morning, if that counts as-”

“It absolutely does not, Victor. You have to moisturize. That’s the very least you can do for your skin.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes,” Caleb said, pointedly. “God, Victor, you really need to start taking care of yourself. First you’re unfit, now you have dry skin? What’s next? You start going bald?”

“You fucker,” Victor suddenly rolled over and Caleb found himself under Victor’s body, their stomachs touching, their faces mere inches from each other. Caleb’s heart skipped a beat.

“Is this what you do to every guy you kiss? You give them medical advice?” Victor said.

“You’re not just ‘every guy,’ you’re my…” Caleb trailed off.

Victor had a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “I’m your what?”

“Uh, very, very, very good friend?” Caleb lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh, okay,” Victor nodded. “I was gonna give you a kiss but I guess-”

“No!” Caleb blurted. Immediately, he laced his hands around Victor’s neck and pulled him down. Their lips crashed on to each other, but this time, Caleb didn’t want to stay still. He tugged and pulled on Victor’s mouth, sucking on his rough lips, enjoying Victor’s distinct taste. Victor reciprocated hungrily as their tongues collided with each other. Caleb moaned into Victor, kissing him until his breath ran out.

“So,” Victor grinned as their lips parted. “I’m your what?”

Caleb smiled. “Boyfriend,” he said. “You’re my boyfriend.”

“There we go,” Victor leaned down and gave Caleb another quick kiss. Caleb felt a funny feeling inside him, a giddiness he hadn’t felt for a while.

“So what do you want to do with your boyfriend for the rest of the night?” Victor said and rolled over to his side of the bed.

“Well,” Caleb hoisted himself up on his elbow and snaked a hand towards Victor’s crotch. “I have some ideas in mind.”

“Oh, um,” Victor grabbed Caleb’s hand before he managed to feel what Victor was packing. “I’d love to, but it’s been a long day.”

“Dude, really?” Caleb pouted.

“Yeah, I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Victor sighed. “I’m just not as energized as I used to be. And besides, you had a very emotional moment today. How about we just… enjoy each other’s company for tonight?”

“Victor,” Caleb said. “You seem to be suggesting that I shouldn’t use sex to distract myself from my trauma.”

“Uh…” Victor stared at him. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t?”

Caleb snorted. “I’m just messing with you,” he went in for a quick peck on Victor’s cheek. “Fine, let’s just chill today. You wanna watch a movie before bed?”

“Yeah,” Victor smiled. “Let’s find something to watch.”
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Victor was dreaming, and it was a good one. Incoherent memories of Caleb and him in high school were flowing into his mind one by one in a pleasant blend of sensations. He saw Caleb by his side as they bounced down the school hallway. He heard Caleb cackling like some type of bird after he just choked while drinking a glass of milk. He felt Caleb’s arms wrap around him at the airport before he got on a flight to college. But Victor also saw flashes of his exes. Olivia’s face on one of their teachers. Dean instead of one of his neighbors. Reed smiling at him from afar before disappearing into one of the terminals. Still, it was a good dream. A great one, even, because Caleb was at its front and center.

“Victor?” he heard Caleb’s voice, but Caleb was nowhere to be seen.

“Victor,” he heard again, his eyes darting around, trying to find Caleb. “Where are you? Caleb!” he tried to call out, but he found that his mouth couldn’t open.

“Victor!” he heard a final time. Victor awoke to find Caleb’s face.

“Wh-what?” he asked. His eyes fought through the fuzziness to take in his surroundings. The room was still dark. Caleb was still under his arm. Warm and comforting.

“So sorry for waking you, but, um,” Caleb said. “You’re holding me pretty tight.”

“What? Oh, sorry,” Victor pulled his arm back and Caleb’s body eased.

“It’s fine. It’s not everyday that a sexy guy tries to suffocate me.” Caleb smiled and rolled around to face him. “Did I interrupt a good dream?”

“Y-yeah,” Victor said. “But it’s okay.”

“Were you dreaming about me?” Caleb asked.

“I… was, actually, yeah. How did you know?”

“Because that was pressing against my ass,” Caleb said as he glanced down. Victor followed his gaze to find a tent in his shorts.

“Oh shit,” Victor blurted. “Oh, I mean, this is, like, natural, you know. I wasn’t having a sex dream or anything.”

“Uh-huh,” Caleb nodded, but the distrust was clear on his face.

“I’m being honest!” Victor exclaimed. “Boners just happen when you’re sleeping, right? It doesn’t have to be a-”

Before he could finish, Victor was suddenly attacked by Caleb’s lips. His eyes went wide for a second, but then they closed as Victor let himself ease into the kiss. Caleb’s body was turning even closer towards him, to the point where their chests and ribs were touching. Victor felt a hand on his stomach, rubbing the space right above the waistband of his boxers. He suddenly tensed. Caleb pulled away.

“Victor,” Caleb whispered, looking longingly into Victor’s eyes. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” Victor nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

“You’re the fucking best,” Caleb said with a grin. Slowly, he slipped his fingers through the elastic band and into the fabric. Victor felt fingertips graze against his pubes before they landed on his shaft.

“Aw, fuck,” Victor uttered. Caleb’s hand wrapped around his shaft and began to pump. The strokes were slow, taking time to travel Victor’s entire length, but it was enough to make Victor squirm.

“Mmm, how did I not know you were uncut?” Caleb asked as he pulled on Victor’s foreskin.

“I… uh, didn’t tell you?”

Caleb chuckled. “You’re so sexy, Victor,” he said. In the dark, Caleb’s eyes glowed with lust. Victor lifted his head to meet his mouth in a stream of wet, sloppy kisses, while Caleb’s hand kept nursing Victor’s shaft. When Victor tried to grope for Caleb’s, however, Caleb broke from the kiss and pulled his hand away.

“What?” Victor asked.

“Just enjoy it,” Caleb said.

“But I want to-”

“You’ll get what you want soon,” Caleb smirked. Victor tried to protest, but a whimper stifled his words as Caleb squeezed his thumb and index finger against the sensitive head.

“Pull them down for me,” Caleb said. Victor hurriedly bent his knees and pulled the boxers down to his calf. His cock sprung free and plopped against his stomach.

“Nice cock, dude,” Caleb said in his straight frat boy voice, which made Victor giggle.

“Thanks, dude- Oh, yeah. Just like that,” Victor moaned as Caleb’s hand returned to stroking his cock. The room was a bit cold against his bare thighs, but his crotch was hot as a furnace against Caleb’s skin.

“You know what I did yesterday morning? While you were back at your hotel?” Caleb turned to him, a lewd look in his eyes. “I jerked off where you’re lying right now.”

“Wh-what?” Victor said, breathily.

“Yeah. I was so horny for you, Victor. I thought about you pounding me with this cock,” Caleb lightly gripped the shaft. “And I came so fucking much. I came on the sheets but I didn’t change them because I wanted them to smell like you. So I can keep jerking off on this bed to your scent.”

“Fuck,” Victor exclaimed. “Me too.”

“What?”

“I mean,” Victor gulped. “I jerked off thinking about you, too. While I was in my hotel room.”

“You did?” A sexy grin appeared on Caleb’s lips.

“Uh-huh,” Victor nodded. Caleb’s pace pumped up a notch.

“What were you thinking about?” Caleb asked. “Fucking me?”

“Yeah- mmmph,” Victor whimpered. His cock was throbbing against Caleb’s palm. “But it was more… complicated.”

“How so?”

“I… I imagined that we were at the bathhouse together,” Victor explained, making sure he was looking straight at Caleb as he did so. “There were so many guys there, but I knew I just wanted you.”

“And then what?”

“But I was scared, and I think you were, too, so we didn’t do anything with each at first,” Victor swallowed. “But then we ended up in the center of a room. A bunch of guys were around us. They… they made us kiss.”

“Mmm, and did we?”

Victor nodded. “I imagined that you grabbed my face and started kissing me. And I kissed you back while the men around us cheered us on. We were so into it that… you pushed me to the ground and kissed me while you were on top of me.”

“Hot,” Caleb said, his hands stroking even faster, making Victor’s brain go wild. “Then what happened?”

“Then you started to go down on me. Sucking my cock,” Victor moaned, trying to keep his words coherent while Caleb’s hand worked his shaft. “I imagined you taking all of it in one go. And I… I imagined the other men pushing your head down on my cock, making you gag. Fuck, is that fucked up?”

“No, it’s fucking hot,” Caleb licked his lips. “Tell me more.”

“And then my cock was fucking dripping with your saliva, so you straddled me and sat down on it. It was so fucking hot, Caleb. You were riding me like a pro, bouncing on my cock while the men shouted things at us. Things like ‘Ride that cock you slut’ and… and ‘Fuck that tight hole.’ And the more they said it the faster you went.”

“Fuck yeah, you liked imagining me ride your cock, Victor?” Caleb taunted, jerking Victor with ever-increasing zeal.

“Y-yeah, I did. Aw fuck, don’t stop,” Victor groaned. “And then the guys picked you up from my cock and placed you on the floor, face down, ass up. I still… I still remember how your hole looked when I first came here. You looked so good with your ass up and ready to take dick, Caleb. So I started to fuck you, making you moan. You were begging for my cock, begging me to fuck you harder- Fuck, fuck, Caleb, I’m close.”

“Yeah? Did you cum in me, Victor? Load me up with your seed?” Caleb was now panting as hard as Victor was. Caleb swiveled his wrists as he pumped, almost as if he was wringing Victor’s shaft. Cum was being coaxed out of Victor with every motion.

“Fuck yeah, I did. I ima- imagined that I came inside you, but I didn’t stop fucking. I kept churning that fucking cum inside you until it oozed out of your- Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, Caleb. Aw, fuck!” Victor yelped as his cock began to pulse inside Caleb’s hand, which continued its strokes even as Victor was cumming.

“Cum for me, Victor. Cum for me,” Caleb said. Victor didn’t know whether Caleb was looking at him or his cock. His eyes were closed shut as shots after shots of cum flew out of him. His legs trembled and his toes curled as his mind went dizzy from the pleasure that Caleb just gave him.

When Victor was done, his t-shirt was covered in seed. A line of cum oozed from the tip of his cock down to the base.

“Fuck,” Victor panted and looked at Caleb, who looked at him with a satisfied smile.

“You’re freakier than I thought, dude,” Caleb said before kissing him.

“I… Yeah,” Victor muttered and relaxed against the mattress, completely drained.

“Alright, we can go back to sleep now,” Caleb said and rolled over.

“You really don’t want to get off?”

“I’ll get my fill soon, don’t worry,” Caleb winked.

“Okay. Wait, should I change into a clean t-shirt?” Victor asked as he was about to turn his body and spoon Caleb again.

“Sure, if you want to, but,” Caleb turned his head around and grinned. “I’d prefer you don’t.”
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When Caleb opened the door, he was immediately struck with the smell of meat being cooked, followed by the sound of sizzling oil.

“Woah, what are you cooking?” Caleb asked. Victor was standing at the stove, spooning something into a pan.

“Oh hey, you’re back!” Victor briefly turned around. “We’re having steak tonight.”

“Goddamn it, Victor,” Caleb flung his bags onto the sofa and ran towards Victor to give him a tight hug from behind. “You’re gonna get me hooked on your cooking. Are you trying to make it even more painful for me when you leave?”

“Maybe. But mostly I just want to make our time special,” Victor smiled and gave him a kiss.

“It smells so good,” Caleb said, looking at the pan, where a hefty piece of steak was being browned in butter and rosemary.

“And you smell like sweat,” Victor said, turning back to the stove. “You don’t shower at the gym?”

“Perhaps I really wanted to get home early to see you,” Caleb smiled.

“Sure, dude. Take a shower. Steak’s almost done and I got vegetables roasting in the oven, too.”

“Damn,” Caleb sighed as he let go of Victor. “Can I give you a blowjob later as thanks?”

“What?” Victor’s head snapped back at him.

“I thought you wanted our time to be special,” Caleb grinned.

“How are you still so horny at our age? You make me feel like I’m fifty.”

“Well, if you want,” Caleb leaned into Victor’s ears and whispered. “I can make you feel like you’re eighteen again tonight.”

When Caleb pulled away, he saw Victor blushing and his mouth slightly open.

“I’ll go take that shower now,” Caleb smirked and retreated to the bathroom. “Oh, and I brought some stuff from the clinic for you. Moisturizer, cleanser, serum,… They’re in my gym bag. I’ll show you how to use them later.”

“Okay, babe,” Victor answered. “Thank you. Love you.”

Caleb stopped in his tracks and spun around. Victor looked like all the blood had run from his face.

“Did you just…,” Caleb said. “… call me ‘babe’?”

“Oh,” Victor relaxed his shoulders. “Do you not like that?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Caleb turned back to the bathroom. He looked at Victor before closing the door.

“Love you, too,” he said.

After dinner, they ended up on Caleb’s sofa. Caleb nuzzled against Victor’s shoulder, while Victor had his arm around his. They turned on the news.

“Are we boring?” Victor asked. “We stayed in last night. We’re staying in again tonight.”

“I guess,” Caleb said. “But I don’t really care. I barely go out at night.”

“Yeah, but you also invite random guys over,” Victor gave him a look. “That’s exciting.”

“Sure,” Caleb let out a small laugh. “But I only do that every other day, remember? Other days, I just lounge around and watch TV and stuff.”

Victor nodded silently, his eyes staring at the television, but Caleb was sure he wasn’t actually paying attention.

“Hey,” Caleb lifted his head. “Is this about Reed?”

“What?” Victor frowned. “Where did that come from?”

Caleb shrugged. “I don’t know. You were talking about how fun it was to be with him, so I thought maybe you miss that kinda life.”

“No,” Victor shook his head. “No, I’m good.”

“Victor,” Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were all about being honest with each other.”

“Wha- I…” Victor stared at him for a bit before he sighed. “Fine. Maybe I do. But I swear I’m not still hung up on Reed or anything, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“It’s okay if you are, you know. I get it. If there’s anyone guilty of not moving on, it’s me.”

“Wow, look who’s the mature one now,” Victor smiled at him.

“It’s your fault,” Caleb grinned. There was a pause, before Caleb spoke again.

“Are we gonna work?”

“What?”

“I’m just… worried. None of my friends’ long distance relationships worked out. I don’t know if we can, you know, have the sort of relationship that both of us want.”

“Hey, look at me,” Victor put his hands on Caleb’s cheeks and turned his face towards him. “I’m sorry if what I said worried you, okay? But we’ll try our best. Maybe… someday, if we’re lucky, I can find a job here and move in with you. Or you can move to Ithaca with me.”

Caleb stared into Victor’s eyes. The thought of moving in with Victor was exhilarating, but a part of him dreaded it. What if Victor did decide to uproot his life and move here with him but the relationship didn’t work out? What if he did something stupid to hurt Victor? Wait, why was he assuming that Victor would be the one to move? Was he not into Victor enough to make the move for him? Could he leave the current clinic and start a new one in New York for Victor?

“Oh no, I’m scaring you with all this long-term stuff, aren’t I?” Victor sighed. “Hey, I’m sorry. What I was trying to say was… we don’t know what’s gonna happen, but we’ll try, and it’s good to be hopeful, right?”

“Yeah. No, you’re right. Sorry, I’m just… in my head,” Caleb said. “We’ll try. And I’ll stop being such a downer. You must be getting tired of having to convince me.”

“It’s alright. I’m scared, too,” Victor held his hand. “I’m just trying to be brave.”

Caleb grinned. “Well, between being so brave and cooking me one hell of a meal,” he slid down on his knees in front of Victor. “My boyfriend surely deserves a treat.”

“Yeah? And what might that treat be?” Victor smirked at him as he grabbed the remote and switched off the news.

“I think you know very well what it is, babe,” Caleb threw him a wink, before grabbing the waistband of Victor’s boxers. But as he tried to tug, they remained weighed down to the sofa.

“Um, a little cooperation here?” Caleb asked, but when he looked at Victor, he saw a sly smile.

“What are you- Ah!” Caleb yelped as Victor picked him up by the armpits and tackled him onto the sofa. He found himself on his back and Victor on top of him, his full weight bearing onto his body, rendering him helpless. Before he could protest, Victor had already shut him up with a violent kiss, viciously chewing on his lips. Caleb hummed into Victor’s mouth as he eagerly took the surprise attack. Between his legs, his cock was chubbing up against Victor’s hard-on.

Suddenly, Victor pulled away. Caleb opened his eyes to find a mischievous grin on his face, and an almost animalistic look in his eyes to match.

“Wha- what was- Woah!” Caleb yelped again as Victor spun his body and lifted it upwards, his back on the back pillows of the sofa. In a flash, Victor was kneeling before him and tugging at his boxers, which fell to the floor in an instant, releasing Caleb’s hard cock.

“Now there’s the treat I was looking for,” Victor said, throwing him a grin. He put a hand on Caleb’s shaft and gave it a few deep strokes.

“What?” Caleb muttered, stunned. “But I was about to-”

“I know,” Victor moved his face closer to Caleb’s cock, his nose lightly touching the head. “But think about it like this. I fed you a delicious piece of meat earlier. Now, you’re gonna feed me yours.”

Caleb couldn’t help but snort. “Okay, if sucking my cock means you stop saying corny shit like that, then help yourself, dude.”

“Fuck you,” Victor said. He stuck his tongue out and gently tickled Caleb’s balls while still slowly stroking the shaft with his hand. The wet muscle flicking against the sensitive skin made Caleb shiver.

“Are you just gonna tease me?” Caleb asked.

“Maybe,” Victor murmured. He took each of his nuts into his mouth, sucking on them and rolling them around on his tongue. Caleb watched him with a focused gaze, admiring his boyfriend’s handsome features while Victor alternated between his balls.

Finally, Victor released his testicles from his mouth with a pop. “Liked that?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” Caleb nodded. “But what I’d really like is for you to start sucking.”

“Yeah?” Victor wrapped both of his hands around Caleb’s shaft and pumped it at a leisurely pace. “You get your cock sucked a lot? Or do you just let guys dump a load in your ass and go?”

“The second one. That’s why I would really love it if you took care of my cock. Right now.”

“I see,” Victor said, his warm, firm grip making Caleb feel like his cock was being filled with lava. Still, Victor didn’t change his movements. His hands were still pumping, his mouth nowhere near Caleb’s cock, his eyes fixated on his painfully slow motions.

“Victor,” Caleb whimpered. “I love a good handjob, but come on, dude.”

There was no response. At this rate, Caleb was not getting off anytime soon. Even though Victor’s hands felt good, the experience as a whole felt more like a punishment. His cock was impossibly hard and aching for Victor’s mouth.

“Do you… do you want me to beg for it? Is that what this is?” Caleb said. “Alright. Please, Victor. Please suck my cock. I fucking need it. Please, baby, I’m begging you.”

Victor glanced up at him and inched his face forward. Caleb took a sigh of relief. But Victor didn’t take his cock into his mouth. He didn’t even wrap his lips around the head. Instead, he flicked his tongue over the slit and picked up a bead of precum. The sticky transparent string pulled with Victor as his head moved backward and eventually disappeared into his mouth. Victor licked his lips. His hands continued to pump.

“What the fuck?” Caleb said. “Dude, stop playing with me, please. Please, Victor. Tell me what I have to do so you’ll suck my cock. What do you want, babe? Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

Victor glanced up at him again, a challenging expression in his eyes. He moved his face forward, this time planting a small kiss on the head of Caleb’s cock. Caleb got hopeful again, but all Victor did was swirl his tongue around the head before returning to his initial position. Caleb was frustrated. The feeling of Victor’s wet tongue on his cock only left him wanting more.

“Dude!” Caleb cried. “Can you just tell me what you want already? I thought you wanted me to feed you my meat or whatever.”

Victor suddenly looked up at him with raised eyebrows. Something shifted in his eyes. A playful twinkle.

“What?” Caleb frowned. “Wait, is that what you want? For me to… feed it to you?”

Victor nodded, obediently swift.

“Ahhh, I see,” Caleb smiled and leaned forward. “I thought you wanted to be all dominant all of a sudden. But no, you want me to take control, don’t you?”

Victor nodded again.

“If that’s the case, hands off my dick. Now!” Caleb bellowed. Victor’s hands fell to the ground. Caleb realized that he was now kneeling like a puppy.

“Good boy,” Caleb said. He put a hand at the base of his cock and another on the back of Victor’s head. “Now, show me that tongue.”

Victor immediately stuck his tongue out. Caleb took his shaft and swatted it against the thick slab of muscle, feeling Victor’s saliva wetting the underside of his cock. He grinned in satisfaction.

“Alright. Open that mouth wide,” Caleb said. Victor followed. Caleb bent over and spat into his mouth. He could see Victor’s eyes widen a bit, but Caleb knew it wasn’t an objection.

“Good boy. You can have your treat now.” Caleb pulled Victor’s head forward as he guided his cock into Victor’s mouth. Victor quickly clamped his lips down on Caleb’s cock and began to suck it in earnest.

“Fuck yeah. There we go. There’s my good little cocksucker,” Caleb said, watching Victor’s head bob up and down his cock. He could tell Victor was working towards the base, trying to take more and more of his length as he went down while his tongue was continuously rubbing against Caleb’s shaft.

“Fuck, that’s good. Keep going. I want to see you take all of it.” Caleb looked at Victor, who, for a brief moment, made eye contact with him. Caleb loved when guys did that during blowjobs, and Victor had the sexiest eyes out of all of them. Still, Victor didn’t maintain the look for long, for he started to gag as the head of Caleb’s cock touched the back of his throat. But there was still more of Caleb to take.

“It’s okay. Don’t stop. Keep sucking. You can do it,” Caleb said, stroking Victor’s hair. Victor slightly nodded, not letting Caleb’s cock drop from his mouth. Caleb moaned as Victor’s suction made his cock throb.

“Fuck yeah. Almost there, almost there, and- Fuck! There you go! Good boy!” Caleb grunted, Victor’s nose now buried in his pubic hair and the entirety of his cock lodged inside Victor’s warm mouth.

“Look at me,” Caleb said and Victor looked up at him, pride and pleasure brimming in his eyes.

“You’re doing such a great job, baby. You want me to cum in your mouth?” Caleb asked. Victor nodded so enthusiastically that Caleb thought his cock would slip from Victor’s lips.

“Yeah, I know you do,” Caleb threw him a smile before resting his back against the sofa. “Go as fast as you can for me, okay? I’m pretty fucking close already. Be a good boy and you’ll get your reward real soon.”

As soon as the last word left Caleb’s lips, Victor went back to devouring his cock. His neck was working like a machine, his head moving back and forth impatiently on Caleb’s shaft. Victor was going all the way down and all the way up again. Everytime Caleb felt his lips hit the base, Victor was already pulling himself to the top of his dick again. The amount of saliva that Victor was excreting onto his shaft made Victor’s movements smoother, and thus made Caleb much more riled up.

“Oh, fuck yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop. Keep sucking my cock until I shoot that fat load inside you,” Caleb growled as he watched. His heart was racing. He could feel cum beginning to gather at the bottom of his cock. He groaned and groaned. Victor sucked and sucked. His apartment was filled with their moans and the lewd slurping noises that Victor was incessantly emitting.

“Fuck, it’s coming. Be a good boy and take it. Fuck, fuck, here it comes. Ahh!” Caleb shouted, his eyes rolling back. His cock started spasming inside Victor’s mouth, which had stopped moving and was now securely hugging Caleb’s shaft. Caleb’s thighs stretched out as he spurted. Grunts after grunts escaped his mouth before they finally faltered, and Caleb could relax against the cushions.

“Fuck,” Caleb let out and looked at Victor, who had let go of his cock. Victor was breathing heavily, but he had a satisfied smile on his face.

“You’d better come here and kiss me,” Caleb said. Victor quickly got off his knees and wrapped his arms around Caleb, their mouths meeting in a slow and sloppy kiss. Caleb could taste his salty, tangy seed on Victor’s lips and tongue. He surely did not mind.

“Victor,” Caleb pulled back. “You have to fuck me.”

Victor looked at him for a second. “No,” he said.

“What? Are you serious?”

“We’ll fuck tomorrow. I’ll still be here tomorrow night, right?” Victor asked, an intense look in his eyes.

“Yeah but… I’m really horny after all of that.”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait,” Victor sneered and slid his arms away from Caleb.

“Come on, don’t torture me again! We can fuck both tonight and tomorrow, you know,” Caleb whined.

“I want to save my load for tomorrow,” Victor said. “And I want you to think about me for the whole day and be so fucking horny when we finally fuck that you’ll drive me wild.”

Caleb stared at him. “Wow, you really are freakier than I thought.”

“You have no idea,” Victor gave him a small kiss. “Now, I believe you have some skincare products to show me.”

Caleb grinned, pulled up his boxers, and got up from the sofa. As he set out the bottles in front of a wide-eyed Victor, he thought about what would happen tomorrow. It would be a great night. No, an epic night, that was for sure. But it’d also be the last night Victor would spend with him before he left. That thought sent chills down Caleb’s spine.
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Victor walked to his car, backpack in hand. The info session had gone well. After all, it was his third time at this high school. It wasn’t one of the top schools in the state, or even the county, but Victor met a few bright kids who would get generous financial aid packages if they needed them.

Victor had barely settled in the driver’s seat when his phone rang. When he pulled it out from his pocket to see the caller ID, his brows furrowed together. He didn’t even realize that he still had his number.

“Hello?” Victor picked up the call.

“Hey,” Reed said on the other end. Victor realized that he’d almost forgotten what his voice sounded like.

“This is a surprise,” Victor said.

“I know. I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly.” There was a pause, before Reed continued. “Listen, I was just cleaning out the bookcases and I realized that you left some books here. A lot, actually. I know you’ve probably read all of them but in case you want them back, I can send them over. They’re still in pretty good condition so I figured you could at least sell them to a store or something.”

Victor thought about it for a moment. “No, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want with them.”

“Are you sure? Some of these are really good hardbacks.”

“Yes, I’m sure. There’s a reason why I didn’t even think to take them when we broke up, Reed.”

Victor heard a sigh on the other end. “Fine. I’m not gonna lie, part of me was hoping you’d take them so I didn’t have to figure out what to do with them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m moving in a month,” Reed said. “To South Korea.”

“What?” Victor said. But then he realized it wasn’t that surprising, considering Reed was half-Korean.

“Yeah. One of my uncles recommended me to a travel magazine based in Seoul. And I’ll get to live with my family over there, too, so I took the opportunity.”

“Wow. Congratulations, I guess.”

“Thanks.” There was another pause. “So, uh, are you on the road right now?”

“Yeah, I’m in Texas.”

“Cool, cool, um… I guess I’ll leave you it then. It was nice talking to you, Victor.”

“You too, Reed. Have a safe flight.”

“Thanks.”

“Bye,” Victor said.

“Bye,” Reed said and hung up. Victor looked at Reed’s name in his contacts and, after a second of hesitation, deleted the number, before driving back to Caleb’s place.

When he opened the door, he saw a half-naked Caleb emerging from the bathroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. Once again he was reminded of how sexy his boyfriend was.

“Hey, babe,” Caleb greeted him and walked over to give him a kiss.

“Mmm,” Victor hummed as he enjoyed Caleb’s lips and the pleasant smell of his freshly showered body. “How about I just fuck you right here?”

“I thought you wanted to make me wait and get me all bothered,” Caleb grinned at him. “Which worked by the way. I thought about jerking off over lunch break just to spite you.”

“Then how about we fool around a bit before dinner? That’ll get you even more pent up for tonight,” Victor whispered as his hand traveled down Caleb’s stomach, his fingers heading for the flimsy towel.

“Tempting,” Caleb said, before grabbing Victor’s wrist and pulling his hand away. “But you need to shower right away or we’ll be late.”

“What?” Victor frowned. “I thought you said we’re going to a taco truck at the park.”

Caleb sauntered away to the bedroom. “Yeah, but the first ten customers get a free cup of their new horchata ice cream. The truck opens at seven so we should line up at 6:45 the latest.”

“Six forty-five? But that’s still-”

“Factor in the traffic and how long it’d take to find a parking spot!”

“Are you serious?” Victor grumbled.

“I like to be punctual, Victor. Get used to it.” Victor heard a chuckle.

“Says the dude who had to be tackled out of bed to wake up for school!” Victor called out.

“And I was never late thanks to you, sweetie,” Caleb said. “Now get showering or I’ll strip you down and throw you in there myself.”

“How about I skip the shower and suck your-”

“You smell like a public high school!” Caleb yelled. “Get to it!”

“Fine, Mom!” Victor yelled back.

They were eighth and ninth in the queue. Caleb had a wide smile on his face as they sat down at the wooden table, with tacos brimming with meat and two cups of fragrant ice cream on their trays. Caleb had gotten lemonade, and even though Victor wanted a Coke, he settled for a glass of limeade at Caleb’s command.

“This had better be worth the fifteen minutes we spent in line,” Victor mumbled.

“It’ll be. My friend Nicole told me it’s amazing,” Caleb said as he spooned some of the ice cream into his mouth.

“So you haven’t even tried it?” Victor’s eyes bulged at Caleb, who licked his lips and grinned at him.

“It’s fucking incredible. Try it,” Caleb said, taking another scoop. Victor grudgingly dug into the cup and pulled up some of the ice cream. It smelt nice.

“Holy shit,” Victor’s eyes shot up as the cinnamon struck his taste buds followed by the pleasantly rich flavor of cream and rice.

“Told you,” Caleb smirked. His cup was already half empty.

“Fine, you were right,” Victor nodded. “It is worth the wait.”

“Yay, I win!” Caleb threw a fist up in the air. His smile shone with a child-like joy.

“It wasn’t a competition.”

“Dude, just let me have this. I’m already crushed enough that you’re leaving,” Caleb pouted as he chopped into the ice cream with the wooden spoon.

Victor sighed. “You know our twenty-year reunion is coming up, right? You’ll literally see me again in two months.”

“What?” Caleb said. “I thought that was last year. It got cancelled because of the pandemic, no?”

“Delayed, not cancelled. They’ve moved it to this year. You didn’t get the invite?”

Caleb shook his head. “Nope. It must’ve gotten lost in my emails. I’m gonna find it tomorrow.”

“You’ll go, right?” Victor asked.

“Of course. If you’ll be there,” Caleb said. He swiped his tongue across the spoon then put it in the now empty cup.

“I will,” Victor nodded. A beat passed before he continued. “Hey, I’m really glad we met. Like, really glad. You have no idea.”

Caleb looked up from the tray, halfway through folding up the taco, and smiled warmly at him. “Me too,” he said.

“You know, at first when I realized I like you,” Victor said, “I thought it was just kinda like… nostalgia, you know what I mean? Like, I wasn’t sure if I actually liked you or if the sudden reunion was overwhelming my emotions and stuff. But I do like you a lot. Because you’re really awesome, Caleb.”

“Well,” Caleb let out a deep sigh. “That’s disappointing.”

“What?”

A wry grin appeared on Caleb’s lips. “I thought you already said you love me.”

“That was a…” Victor uttered, but then hung his head down in defeat. “You’re right. I don’t like you. I love you, Caleb.”

“I love you, too, Victor,” Caleb said. Victor thought about how much he loved seeing Caleb’s smile, a smile that he’d do whatever he can to protect. If he had the power to, he’d want to see the outcomes of all of his future choices in an elaborate guidemap so that he could know exactly what to do to maintain their happiness. He didn’t want them to fizzle out. He didn’t want them to part ways in the face of challenge. He wanted them to last. For as long as possible.

“So, two months from now,” Caleb picked up his taco and took a meaty bite, quickly swallowing before he continued. “After many, many texts and many, many Facetime calls, we’ll go to the reunion together. And then we can talk about where we want our relationship to go from there. Like a… performance review.”

“Hmmm,” Victor thought as he chewed. “That’s an interesting way to put it, but yeah, I’m totally down.”

“Um… and I was thinking,” Caleb bit his lips. “Since we won’t get to have sex with each other…”

“Yeah?” Victor lifted an eyebrow.

“I’d be open to… well, an open relationship, if you think that’s a good idea,” Caleb looked at him nervously.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but if I’m being completely honest,” Victor said. “You’re the one who’d be having more sex.”

“Hey, are you calling me a slut?” Caleb asked.

“What? No, I’m just saying-”

“I’m kidding,” Caleb laughed. “And as if I’d be offended if you called me a slut. If anything, I’d be very turned on.”

Victor almost choked on a piece of meat. “Um… I’ll keep that in mind for later,” he said, taking a sip of limeade.

“You’d better,” Caleb grinned. “So, back to the open relationship thing, would you be up for it?”

“Hmm, how about we stay exclusive for a month, do all of the phone sex and stuff. Then if, um, your needs aren’t met, you tell me and we’ll establish some ground rules?”

“Sounds like a plan. And speaking of… unmet needs, how about we hurry up and get back to my place?” Caleb grinned. Victor felt a shoe rubbing against his crotch under the table and startled.

“Dude, cut that out!” Victor said as he swatted Caleb’s legs away. “People can see us.”

“Then,” Caleb licked his lips. “You might want to chew a bit faster.”

Faster did Victor chew. Though they continued to talk about random topics such as who they were and weren’t excited to meet at the twenty-year reunion, it was clear from the pace of swallowing that both of them had their mind on sex and only sex. They were practically running to Caleb’s car when they were done with the meal. On the way home, Victor couldn’t help but rub his boner through his jeans. Caleb smirked at him on seeing what he was doing, but he didn’t lend a hand. Victor could barely keep his hands off Caleb’s ass when they got into the elevator.

As soon as they stepped foot inside Caleb’s apartment, Victor pushed Caleb’s back against the door, shutting it with a loud bang.

“Fuck, I’m horny,” Victor growled as his lips tugged at Caleb’s neck.

“Okay, I like verbal guys but you can be more sophisticated with it,” Caleb snorted.

“We’re about to fuck like pigs, Caleb,” Victor slid a hand down to Caleb’s crotch, feeling the mound in his pants. “Who needs to be sophisticated?”

“Pigs, huh? That reminds me,” Caleb suddenly lifted Victor’s head up from his neck. “I have to clean myself first.”

“What? No, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care if you shit on my dick,” Victor said as he nuzzled his face into Caleb’s neck again, only to be pulled away immediately.

“Yes, you do care, Victor. It won’t be long, I promise. And besides, I’m out of lube. Run down to the pharmacy to get me some?” Caleb said with a smile.

“What? Ugh, is this revenge for making you wait?” Victor whined as he stepped back.

“Revenge would be to actually shit on your dick, dude. Give me fifteen minutes. There’s a drugstore one block away. You saw it while we were driving, right?”

“Fifteen minutes? One block away?” Victor groaned. “You can’t be serious.”

“That’s what I said when you didn’t want to fuck me yesterday,” Caleb moved to the side and opened the door. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Fine, but you bet I’m gonna fucking wreck that ass when I come back,” Victor said as he walked out.

“Oh, I know you will,” Caleb winked as his face began to disappear behind the door.

“Wait, didn’t you have a full bottle when I came by-” Victor said, but the door slammed in his face. Victor blinked. What the fuck was this dude trying to do?

Sighing, Victor began his trip to the drugstore with a semi inside his jeans. He was frustrated, of course, but then he reminded himself that, as a man who mostly topped, he wasn’t in a good position to judge what Caleb needed to do. So, he briskly walked, his mind racing with thoughts about Caleb. At first, he was thinking about what he was going to do to him once he returned. But then, the thoughts moved to what he was going to do with Caleb tomorrow when he left, and the day after that, and the day after that. He realized that now, he wasn’t as worried. Instead, he was excited.

As soon as Victor walked out of the drugstore, a brand new bottle of lube in hand, he texted Caleb. “Got the lube. On my way back. You almost done?” he wrote. Caleb saw the message almost immediately, but instead of a reply, he suddenly got a notification from Grindr. He opened it to find a message from “Anon Fun.”

“Hey sexy,” the text read, followed by a winky face emoji. Victor had his fingers on the keyboard, ready to type out a response, but another message came in.

“Sorry about the other day. My friend came by out of the blue. But if you’re down, I have a hole that needs to be filled.”

Victor smirked. His cock instantly chubbed up.

“Hey, glad you hit me up. I’m just around the corner,” he wrote as his legs picked up speed.

“Lucky me. So you coming? I promise we can go all the way this time.”

“Fuck yea. I want that ass,” Victor replied.

“Come get it then. Door’s still open.” Victor turned off the screen and rushed towards the apartment building. He used the spare key Caleb had given him on Sunday to enter the building. He took the elevator to the sixth floor. He entered apartment 603 and headed for the first door on the right.

There he was. Caleb. Just like the other night. Face pushed into a pillow, ass facing the end of the bed. His muscular back and thighs in full view. His tan skin glowing in the dimly lit room. Victor thought he couldn’t get any harder. The sight before him proved him wrong.

“Fuck,” Victor let out and licked his lips. Swiftly, he shed his jacket and his shirt, then his pants and underwear. He wanted to feel Caleb’s bare skin moving against his own. No clothes in between. Just their naked bodies on top of each other.

Victor got on top of the bed and knelt in front of Caleb’s ass like he did before. He could see Caleb’s back rising and falling softly with every breath. He looked to the bedside table. Caleb’s lube was still there, but the picture was gone. He was about to reach over for the bottle before he stopped. There was something else he wanted to do first. So, with his hands on each of Caleb’s bulging mounds, Victor lowered his face onto Caleb’s ass.

“Oh fuck.” Victor heard a sharp gasp when his tongue made contact with Caleb’s hole. He could see Caleb’s arms flex and tighten on the mattress. Victor began to swirl his tongue around the ring of muscle. Caleb’s hole had a light dusting of black hair around it, which Victor thought made it even sexier. He didn’t mind that his saliva was matting the curly hairs with every lick, and judging from the sounds that Caleb was emitting into the pillow, his boyfriend wasn’t minding it either.

Victor used his hands to spread Caleb’s cheeks apart, Caleb’s hole drawing him in as he pulled. He swiped his tongue across the opening before spitting on top of it. Then, he took an index finger and gathered up his spit, then pushed it gently inside Caleb.

“Mmm,” Caleb whimpered. Victor’s finger was met with barely any resistance, Caleb relaxing his muscles for Victor’s exploration. Victor snaked his digit around Caleb’s insides, feeling his soft ridges and velvety tissue. He pulled his finger and stuck his tongue back in, curling it so that the tip entered the hole. Caleb’s ass didn’t taste like much other than his saliva, but Victor felt like he was intoxicated by it. So, with his tongue and mouth, he poked, slurped, and licked, putting in a finger or two once in a while to stretch Caleb open even wider.

“Fuck… fuck me…” Caleb panted, his back arching, his ass wiggling into Victor’s face. Victor heard his request. His cock was, too, begging for entrance into Caleb’s warm chute. From one final wet lick up from Caleb’s taint and up his crack, Victor began to plant kisses up Caleb’s spine. He moved upwards slowly, like his mouth was taking a leisurely stroll on Caleb’s firm back, savoring every inch of his muscles. When he reached Caleb’s neck, Victor moved his face to Caleb’s ear.

“You want this cock?” Victor whispered, his body arching over Caleb’s. His dick was on top of Caleb’s ass, so he twitched it against the mound, letting Caleb feel how hard and heavy he was.

“Yes,” Caleb gasped. “Please. I need it. I need it now.”

“Yeah? You need it?” Victor took a hand and caressed it across Caleb’s ribs, his taut muscles emanating a needy heat onto his palm.

“Yes,” Caleb nodded his head against the pillow. “I fucking need it. Fuck me. Hard. Or however you want. Just fuck me, please.”

“You’re real hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” Victor said, moving his hand to the back of Caleb’s head and dragged his fingers through Caleb’s wavy hair.

“God, yes. Please just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been thinking about cock all day,” Caleb said. “Your cock. Inside me.”

“Mmm, you know what you sound like?” Victor suddenly grabbed Caleb’s hair and pulled his head back. He growled into Caleb’s ear. “You sound like a fucking slut.”

A puppy-like whimper escaped Caleb’s mouth. “Yes, I’m a slut,” Caleb eagerly nodded his head, eyes still facing forward at the headboard. “A slut who needs to be fucked.”

Caleb’s submissive tone and urgent breaths sent pulses down to Victor’s cock. As much as he wanted to keep this fuck talk going and tease Caleb even more, he also desperately needed to be inside him.

“Alright, slut,” Victor snarled and pushed Caleb’s head down into the pillow. “Since you’re begging so nicely, I’m gonna give you what you want,” he said. Victor then grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and returned to an upright position to apply it. He smeared a hefty amount of the slick substance onto his cock before tossing the bottle aside. He was ready.

“I’m gonna push all the way in. Can you take that, slut?” Victor asked, placing the tip of his cock right in front of Caleb’s opening. He saw a nod of approval. Thus, he pushed in.

“Holy shit,” Victor let out a deep moan as he entered Caleb. His ass felt like home, a tight but comfortable fit around his cock. Inch by inch, with a tender and unhurried pace, Victor buried his shaft inside Caleb, feeling every single curve and swerve on the walls of muscle as he pressed. Before he knew it, he was wholly in.

“Oh God, yes,” Caleb moaned. “So… fucking… full.”

“Your ass feels amazing,” Victor groaned, revelling in the warmth and softness of Caleb’s hole. He could feel blood stirring inside his cock, urging him to do what he needed to do.

“Then fuck me,” Caleb said. It was just the push Victor needed.

Victor had planned to take it slow, but he found himself gradually losing control as he started to thrust in and out of Caleb. Though he hadn’t fucked anyone in quite some time, it was like an animalistic instinct was automatically switched on inside him. His hips began to roll, his hands a firm grip on Caleb’s ass, his cock on autopilot as he moved into high speed.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck. Yeah,” Caleb moaned to the rhythm of his pounding. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah. Take it, slut. Fucking hungry cockslut,” Victor ranted as he drilled into Caleb. Sweat was dripping down his cheeks, drops after drops falling from his chin onto the mattress and onto Caleb’s back with every forceful thrust. Victor couldn’t think clearly. He knew he was spouting some lewd stuff about Caleb, but he couldn’t really hear himself. All he cared about was how magnificent Caleb’s ass felt rubbing against his cock.

“God… fuck… slut… oh crap…” Victor groaned incoherently. His load was building up inside his shaft, but he wasn’t fazed by it. He wanted more. His cock wanted more. Victor was accelerating, his beastly power unleashing onto Caleb’s ass without control. He was about to cum. Almost there. Almost there. Almost…

“Fuck! Victor!” A scream suddenly rang out. The sound of his name rang a bell inside Victor’s head. He suddenly tensed and stopped moving. After a few blinks, his mind began to clear up and his incoming climax subsided. Calebhad turned his head around and was staring at him, eyes wide.

“What?” he uttered.

“Holy shit, that was… intense,” Caleb said, panting.

“Oh.” Reality came to Victor like a truck and he hurriedly pulled out of Caleb. “Shit, did I… did I hurt you? Are you okay? Fuck, I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Come here,” Caleb flipped his body around and sat up to give Victor a deep, long kiss. Victor felt Caleb’s arms around his back, then their bodies being lowered onto the bed. Caleb’s lips tasted like a refreshing, calming elixir.

“God, I’m sorry,” Victor pulled away and looked into Caleb’s eyes. “It’s just been so long and, and your ass was like fucking heaven, and… and…”

“It’s okay,” Caleb smiled. “You don’t think I like to have my hole get used like a fuck toy?”

“But still-”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Caleb said and pulled his head down for another kiss. It was slow and overflowed with longing. Victor didn’t want to leave.

Caleb eventually parted with his lips. “Lie down on the bed for me?” he asked.

“Huh? Okay,” Victor said. He rolled over and lay down on the mattress, resting his head on the pillow that Caleb was just using. Caleb quickly got up and straddled his thighs. His cock was at a semi, but it was stiffening at the realization of what Caleb was about to do.

“Want me to ride you?” Caleb asked with a twinkle in his eyes. He took their cocks in his hands and put them together. With a few strokes, Victor was fully hard and so was Caleb.

“Hell yeah,” Victor said with a wide grin. Caleb grinned back at him and scooched his body forward, Victor’s cock now at Caleb’s opening again. With a firm grip on his shaft, Caleb began to lower himself onto Victor.

“Mmm, there we go,” Caleb moaned, his eyes rolling back as his cock made its way inside. Victor marveled at the way Caleb’s torso flexed, how his bulging chest heaved and his abs stomach strained.

“Fuck. I can’t get enough of that ass,” Victor said. Caleb had bottomed out on his cock, which sat comfortably inside Caleb’s hole. It was good to be back.

“And I can’t get enough of that cock,” Caleb replied. He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on Victor’s chest, and began to move his hips. It was now Victor’s turn to have his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“What… How… how are you doing that?” Victor began to breathe heavily. He’d expected Caleb to start fucking himself up and down, but no. Caleb was grinding against him in an almost effortless manner, his hole sucking his cock in and pressing onto it, but never letting it slip. Caleb was going slow, but Victor felt like his cock was already beginning to boil over.

“Just enjoy it,” Caleb smirked and leaned down. They kissed while Caleb’s hips gyrated on top of Victor, their smooches tender and loving. Caleb had his hands on Victor’s cheeks, while Victor had his on Caleb’s back. He could feel Caleb’s body gradually descending onto him, but his cock was still tightly planted inside Caleb’s ass.

“Make love to me, Victor,” Caleb let go of the kiss and said, an intense look in his eyes. Victor nodded and brought their lips back together. He began to buck his hips up against Caleb, their bodies moving in unison. They moaned into each other’s mouths, basking in a carnal yet sensual pleasure.

Victor felt Caleb’s boner rubbing against his stomach as Caleb moved, so he moved a hand down and started to stroke it. Caleb startled.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You gave me a handjob the other day. Might as well return the favor,” Victor smiled. Caleb let out a whimper as Victor’s hand pumped. Caleb’s cock felt hot in his palm. Everything felt hot, actually. Caleb’s ass was an immense pocket of heat against his shaft. His own cock felt like erupting with magma. Their skin felt like they were burning with desire against each other.

“Fuck,” Victor groaned. “I’m gonna…”

“Cum with me,” Caleb licked his lips. “Cum with me, Victor.”

“Oh fuck, come here,” Victor said and their mouths mashed together again, tugging at and dancing with each other. The bed shook with the escalating rhythm. Caleb’s ass was grinding at him faster and faster, as was his strokes on Caleb’s cock.

“Mmm!” Victor moaned into Caleb’s mouth. He wanted to shout, but the need to feel Caleb’s lips was stronger. He wanted to kiss Caleb forever. If he could bottle a moment up and carry it around with him, it was this one. The moment when he and Caleb were one with each other in rushing waves of pleasure. The moment when their love blossomed in between their lips. The moment just before they bursted into euphoria.

“MMmmmm!” Caleb let out a high-pitched squeal. His cock throbbed in Victor’s fingers and Victor instantly felt the wet feeling on his stomach. As Caleb’s pulsed, his ass constricted against Victor’s cock, which spelled the end for him. It didn’t take five seconds for Victor to start shooting inside Caleb. He could feel his cum coat the walls of Caleb’s chute. It ricocheted against the soft tissue and dripped down onto his cock. Victor was in ecstasy as spurts after spurts of fresh, creamy seed flew out of him, driving his orgasm to a peak before subsiding.

When it stopped, Caleb didn’t lift himself up, nor did Victor eased his cock out of him. They just pressed their bodies onto each other even more tightly, kissing each other even more hungrily. It was the end, but it also wasn’t. After what felt like an eternity of pleasure against Caleb’s lips, both of them let go.

“Victor,” Caleb looked at him, his eyes glossy and brimming with affection. “I’m not gonna let you go. Not this time.”

“Me neither,” Victor gave him a small smile. “I’m going to be there for you. I promise.”

“I love you,” Caleb said.

“I love you, too,” Victor replied, before their lips found each other again.
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It was a beautiful afternoon. Quite warm, but just breezy enough that one didn’t feel stuffy. Caleb walked among the tombstones, admiring the lush, green grass under his feet and the trees billowing with leaves around the cemetery. A place of death, he thought, but it was surrounded by life.

When Caleb found Zach’s grave, he knelt in front of it and set down his sunflowers next to the other bouquets of colorful fresh flowers.

“Hey, Zach. How’ve you been?” Caleb said as he stared at the name carved into the stone. He was met with silence. It urged him to continue.

“I brought you your sunflowers. Hope you like them. I see your parents brought their lilies, and the tulips must be from your sister, and Diane must have brought the daisies,” Caleb sniffled. “I never really know who brings which, though. I always come here in the afternoon because I know everyone else comes in the morning. But it’s nice to see that you’re still remembered and loved by so many people.”

Caleb liked to imagine Zach smiling at him with his tender eyes.

“And I want you to know that I remember you, too. And I love you, too. It’s been five years since-” Caleb choked. “Since I hurt you, and not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did. But you already know that. I come here every year and beg for your forgiveness, even though… even though I know that you’re not here anymore.”

Caleb liked to imagine Zach’s soft hand lightly stroking his cheek.

“So, you remember Victor, right? Best friend from high school, ran into him a few years back, fell in love with him, moved to New York for him, you know the story. The thing is… we’re engaged,” Caleb swallowed, his eyes tingling with tears. “I didn’t know if I could say yes when he asked. I really didn’t. After your mom told me that you were thinking of proposing right before you found out about what I did, I just thought that I could never love anyone again, let alone marry them.”

Caleb liked to imagine Zach’s warmth enveloping him in a tight embrace.

“But a lot has happened since then, especially after Victor came around. And I… I think I’ve forgiven myself,” Caleb sobbed. “I still think about you and I still regret things, but I don’t think the shame is bearing down on me anymore, Zach. I’m finally happy again. And I think that I do deserve to be happy.

“So maybe… maybe you can’t forgive me, Zach,” Caleb rubbed away a stream of tears. “But I hope you can allow me to forgive myself and, even though I hate this phrase, allow me to move on. Is that… is that alright with you, Zach?”

Even though all Caleb heard was silence, he liked to imagine that Zach had replied with a “Yes.”

“You have no idea how much I’m grateful for you, Zach,” Caleb said, his tears beginning to dry. Just as he was about to stand up, he took one final look at the tombstone.

“I’m gonna go now,” he said. “Goodbye, Zach. For now, I mean.”

When Caleb returned to the car, Victor turned to him.

“You good?” Victor asked, reaching over to touch his cheek.

“Yeah,” Caleb nodded before strapping in the seatbelt and looking forward at the road ahead. “We can go now.”

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading and comments are much appreciated!